{
    "2pac - '03 Bonnie & Clyde lyrics": "[Intro: Jay Z]\nUhh, uhh, uhh\nYou ready, B?\nLet's go get 'em\n[Verse 1: Jay Z]\nLook for me! Young, B, cruisin' down the Westside Highway\nDoing what we like to do, our way\nEyes behind shades\nThis necklace the reason all of my dates been blind dates\nBut today, I got my thoroughest girl with me\nI'm mashing the gas, she's grabbing the wheel\nIt's trippy how hard she rides with me\nThe new Bobby and Whitney\nOnly time we don't speak is during Sex and the City\nShe gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show's over\nShe's right back to being my soldier\n\u2018Cause mami's a rider, and I'm a roller\nPut us together, how they gon' stop both us?\nWhatever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder\nWhen I'm off track, mami is keeping me focused\nSo let's lock this down like it's supposed to be\nThe '03 Bonnie and Clyde: Hov' and B\n[Hook: Jay Z and Beyonc\u00e9]\nAll I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend\nDown to ride 'til the very end; just me and my boyfriend\nAll I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend\nDown to ride 'til the very end; just me and my boyfriend\n[Verse 2: Jay Z]\nThe problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin'\nWith the same respect\nThat you treat the one that you humpin'\nThat ain't 'bout nothin'\nIf ever you mad about somethin'\nIt won't be that, oh no, it won't be that\nI don't be at places where we comfy at\nWith no be-atch; oh no, you won't see that\nAnd no, I ain't perfect \n\n\n\nNobody walking this earth's surface is\nBut girlfriend, work with the kid\nI keep you working that Hermes Birkin bag\nManolo Blahnik Timbs, Aviator lens\n600 drops, Hercedes Benz\nThe only time you wear Burberry to swim\nAnd I don't have to worry, only worry is him\nShe do anything necessary for him\nAnd I do anything necessary for her\nSo don't let the necessary occur, yep!\n[Hook: Jay Z and Beyonc\u00e9]\nAll I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend\nDown to ride 'til the very end; just me and my boyfriend\nAll I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend\nDown to ride 'til the very end; just me and my boyfriend\n[Verse 3: Beyonc\u00e9]\n(Talk to 'em, B!) If I was your girlfriend\nI'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you\nEven if that somebody was me\nYeah-hee (Break it down for 'em, B!)\nSometimes I trip on how happy we could be\nAnd so I put this on my life\nNobody or nothing will ever come between us\nAnd I promise I'll give my life\nMy love and my trust if you was my boyfriend\nPut this on my life\nThe air that I breathe in, all that I believe in\nI promise I'll give my life\nAnd all of my trust if you was my boyfriend\n[Hook: Jay Z and Beyonc\u00e9]\nAll I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend\nDown to ride 'til the very end; just me and my boyfriend\nAll I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend\nDown to ride 'til the very end; just me and my boyfriend",
    "2pac - #1 With a Bullet lyrics": "[2Pac]\nNumber one, and ya don't stop\nGotta be number one, here we come, lick a gunshot\nCheck out me and Mon\n[Money B]\nOne, not two, and ya don't stop\nMe and 2Pac comin true, and ya don't stop\n[2Pac]\nGotta be number one, me and Mon, and ya don't stop\nGotta be number one, here we come, lick a gunshot\n[Money B]\nLickin em down fast, number one, and ya don't stop\nBustin NUFF a**, number one, and ya don't stop\n[2Pac]\nThe caper was planned, I called my main man Money B\nI'm bout to go snuff this kid called Billboard Charts, run with me\n[Money B]\nBillboard Charts, I remember that name, tell me more 'Pac\n[2Pac]\nHe's stupid for loops and he's got me (CUCKOO!) for goin pop\n[Money B]\nWhen do we drop him? (What?) Knock him and take his loot?\n(Snap crackle) bang bang, there's blood on his f**in shoe\n[2Pac]\nUh-uh, nobody shoot (Why?) Cause that ain't the way to go\nWe gotta convince him to play our tracks on the radio\n[Money B]\nAiyyo let me convince him (hah), a clip and an AK\nsh*t'LL BE OKAY, cause he'll play what I say\n[2Pac]\nWell that's how it goes, ain't nuttin left but to pull it\n(Takin no prisoners) Here I come... NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET\n*number one chorus*\nHere I come (number one) number one (here I come)\nHere I come (number one) NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET\nHere I come (number one) number one (here I come\nNumber one with the) \"BUCK BUCK BUCK!\"\n(Number one) here I come (number one) here I come\n(Number one) number one (here I come) NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET\nHere I come (number one) number one (here I come\nNumber one with the) \"BUCK BUCK BUCK!\" \n\n\n\n[2Pac] Hey yo, check this out, we wanna get a contract so we can get our money\n*interlude*\n[shady industry rap]\nOhhhhh, you kids like to rap huh? I love rap music\nHey, I really like your groovy threads\nBut you need a couple things, you need a couple more things\n(hey yo, check this out, we don't wanna hear all that)\nTo really make it in the business\nWe need, baggy pants and ruffles, how bout some hightop fades\n[2Pac] Ahh hell no, ohh HELL NO... yo Mon, he buggin\nWith yellow hightop streaks\nOhh yeah, but really there's a couple more things we need\n[2Pac] f** that, that's that bullsh**\nWe're gonna really need some newjack swing beat R&B hip-hop crap\nOhh you're gonna need dancers, what's a hip-hop show without dancers\nExplosions, light shows...\n[both] FREEZE! Please, Mr. BillB freeze!\n[Money B]\nDrop to your knees, or I'll pop and you'll knock Z's\n(Musta mistook me for a crook) searchin for a hook\n(Ya took another look, checked my rhymebook)\nHuh, nothin but hits upon mo' hits\n(I ain't tryin to hear this sh**) from the tricks in the business\n[2Pac]\nMoney, I told ya how they played me\nFROM A TO Z, LIKE AN H-O-E, glad ya came to save me\n(Well I didn't want to make another lullaby)\nCome soft as bu*ter I, guess that I'm doomed no matter what I try\n[Money B]\nThe charts won't give us any justice\n[2Pac]\nMon we gotta bust this\nPull it if he moves, then I (bust this) splat\n(on the wall like a fly) tell him why\n[Money B]\nWell if that's what it takes to be number one, number one here I come\n*number one chorus* (repeat to end)",
    "2pac - 1 for April lyrics": "2 me your name alone is poetry\nI barely know u and already\nI can't explain this feeling I feel\n4 APRIL\nI want 2 c u from the moment\nu leave my side till the moment u return\nMy nonchalant cold heart finally has eyes only \n\n\n\n4 APRIL\nSo now I risk it all\nJust 4 the feeling of joy u bring me\nI accept the ridicule\nin exchange for the words u share with me\nAll of this & much more I will do\n4 APRIL",
    "2pac - 16 On d**h Row lyrics": "d**h row\nThat's where motherf**ers is endin up\nDear mama, i'm caught up in this sickness\nI rob my adversaries, but slick done left a witness\nWonder if they'll catch me, or will this n***a snitch\nShould i shoot his b**h, or make the n***a rich?\nDon't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped\nHawkin while i'm walkin, and talkin behind my back\nI'm kind of schizophrenic, i'm in this sh** to win it\nCause life's a wheel of, fortune here's my chance to spin it\nGot no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me\nToo f**in trigger happy, to let them s**ers snatch me\nn***az gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash\nWhip out the nine, now i'ma dive and pump your a**\nPeter picked a pepper, but i can pick a punk\nSnatched him like a b**h, and threw him in the trunk\nThe punk thought i was bluffin, but swear i'm nothin nice\nBefore i take your life, first wrestle with these, mics\nI listen to him scream, tray deee went insane\nI guess the little, mites had finally found his brain\nNew rovers pull me over, i'm sentenced to the pen\nRemember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend\nIt's trouble on my mind, i'm with the old timers\nAnd f** five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners\n(chorus)\n2pac singing-\nBye bye, i was never meant to live\nCan't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live\nBye bye, i was never meant to be\nLivin like a thief, runnin through the streets\nBye bye, and i got no place to go...\nWhere they find me? 16 on d**h row\nDear mama, these cops don't understand me\nI turned to a life of crime, cause i came from a broken family\nMy uncle used to touch me, i never told you that\nScared what you might do, i couldn't hold you back\nI kept it deep inside, i done let it fuel my anger\nI'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger\nThe brother in my set, is 16 is wet\n\n\n\nIt's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin hell\nI shouldn'ta let him catch me\nInstead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happy\nAnd my cellmate's raped on the norm\nAnd pa**ed around the dorm, you can hear his a**hole gettin torn\nThey made me an animal\nCan't sleep, instead of countin sheep, n***az countin cannibals\nAnd that's how it is in the pen\nTurn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend\nMy mama prayed for me\nTell the lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)\nCause when they come for me they find a struggler\nTo the d**h i take the breath from your jugular\nThe trick is to never lose hope\nI found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on d**h row\n(chorus)\nDear mama, they sentenced me to d**h\nToday's my final day, i'm countin every breath\nI'm bitter cause i'm dyin, so much i haven't seen\nI know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16\nI got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a sh**\nAnd they too quick to say goodbye to me\nThey tell me the preacher's there for me\nHe's a crook with a book, that motherf**er never cared for me\nHe's only here to be sure\nI don't drop a dime to god bout the crimes he's commitin\nOn the poor, and how can these people judge me?\nThey ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me\nI never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan\nTo keep a n***a in the state pen\nAnd to my homies out buryin motherf**ers\nSteer clear of these aryan motherf**ers\nCause once they got you locked up\nThey got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot\nI'm convinced self-defense is the way\nPlease, stay strapped, pack a gat every day\nI wish i woulda known while i was out there\nNow i'm straight headin for the chair\n(chorus)\n16 on d**h row\nIt's to all my partners in the penetentiaries\n16 on d**h row\n",
    "2pac - 187 On A Hook lyrics": "[Hook: C-Bo] (2X)\nWest side, it's 187 on a motherf**ing hook\nn***as out of bounds should have shook\nWe bangin' by the book\nGot shot in the neck tryin' to get away\nAnd to a vigi it ain't nothin' but gun play\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nHEEY!\nGot some static for some n***as on the other side of town\nLet my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now\nWhat they want from us motherf**in' thug n***as?\nUsed to love n***as, now I plug n***as\nAnd slug n***as, am I wrong?\nn***as makin' songs, tryin' to get with us\nMust be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust\nTo the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come\nShinin' back to brighten up the sky, how many die?\nHeard the Fugees was tryin' to do me - look b**h!\nI cut your face, this ain't no motherf**in' movie\nTHEN! We watch the other two die slow\nCastrated entertainin' at my motherf**in' sideshow\nBAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes\nI can't stand you hoes, uhh\nNow label this my f**in' trick shot\nMy lyrics runnin' all you cowards out of hip-hop\nWhen we ride - on our enemies\n[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]\nn***a to catch this n***a, I'm ready to peel one\nInstead of the shoulders I gotta diss toward a n***as grill some\nVigilante and villain regime n***as come with steel guns\nGet ready to sleep cause you tripped when you f** with a villain\nWhich one of y'all motherf**ers said f** Tech N9ne\nShady Pacino turned C-ho when I clutched that N9ne\nMe and my n***a C-Bo Yuk mezzole not only bust that rhyme\nWe can do it illegal so the evil'll give a f** next time\nn***a don't you ever spit my name\nAnd thinking that sh**'s the same\nTwo thou we switched the game and spit the flame (Wah)\n\"Allah hu akbar\" - is what I say before I buck you\nMotherf** busters like vell Bacardi yeah n***a had enough you\nGet ready to suffer - kneel down\nn***a, Tech N9ne k**er Klown\nn***a, six feet underground is where your found \n\n\n\nn***a, 40 water would never did a song wit you if he knew the song\nWas about me never make a million\nNext time say my name say my name like destiny's children - b**h\n[Hook: C-Bo] (2X)\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nCome take a journey through my mind's eye\nYou crossed the game, don't explain\nn***a, time to die, say goodbye\nWatch my eyes - when I pull the trigger\nSo right before you die you bow before a bigger n***a\nNow dry your eyes, you was heartless on your hits\nn***as love to scream peace after they start some sh** - pay attention\nHere's a word to those that robbed me\nI murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep!\nDon't f** with me!\nn***a you're barely livin', don't you got sickle cell?\nSee me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin' well, hell\nHow many n***as wanna be involved?\nSee I was only talkin' to Biggie\nBut I'll k** all'a y'all, then ball\nThen tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed\nf** around and get tossed up, by the f**in' Outlawz\nBefore I leave, make sure everybody heard\nKnow I meant, every motherf**in' word\nWhen we ride on our enemies\n[Verse 4: C-Bo]\nBuck these n***as, I'm a k**er screamin' regime\nDeep navis with heat like the A team\nAnd when my K scream, it's causin' nothin' but murder\nBucking these n***as makin' hate me\nYeah, n***a, we don't give a f**, n***a we thug lords\nConnected from Tech N9ne and touched for the thug war\nWhose got love for these n***as with no love\nAt all give a f** guns clutched\nOnly left a ball I know you heard of me wanna murder me\nCause I'm the n***a that cooked the bird (?) in the kitchen\nMoms itchin' had the whole gang unwrappin' chickens\nn***a and we was headed for the jack strapped\nWith a fat gat, all my n***as down to rat-tat-tat-tat\nWest coast bad boys we was yellin'\nNow West Coast Mafia regime and thug zellin' n***a\n[Hook: C-Bo] (2X)",
    "2pac - 187 On A Hook (Remix) lyrics": "[Hook: C-Bo] (2X)\nWest side, it's 187 on a motherf**ing hook\nn***as out of bounds should have shook\nWe bangin' by the book\nGot shot in the neck tryin' to get away\nAnd to a vigi it ain't nothin' but gun play\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nHEEY!\nGot some static for some n***as on the other side of town\nLet my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now\nWhat they want from us motherf**in' thug n***as?\nUsed to love n***as, now I plug n***as\nAnd slug n***as, am I wrong?\nn***as makin' songs, tryin' to get with us\nMust be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust\nTo the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come\nShinin' back to brighten up the sky, how many die?\nHeard the Fugees was tryin' to do me - look b**h!\nI cut your face, this ain't no motherf**in' movie\nTHEN! We watch the other two die slow\nCastrated entertainin' at my motherf**in' sideshow\nBAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes\nI can't stand you hoes, uhh\nNow label this my f**in' trick shot\nMy lyrics runnin' all you cowards out of hip-hop\nWhen we ride - on our enemies\n[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]\nn***a to catch this n***a, I'm ready to peel one\nInstead of the shoulders I gotta diss toward a n***as grill some\nVigilante and villain regime n***as come with steel guns\nGet ready to sleep cause you tripped when you f** with a villain\nWhich one of y'all motherf**ers said f** Tech N9ne\nShady Pacino turned C-ho when I clutched that N9ne\nMe and my n***a C-Bo Yuk mezzole not only bust that rhyme\nWe can do it illegal so the evil'll give a f** next time\nn***a don't you ever spit my name\nAnd thinking that sh**'s the same\nTwo thou we switched the game and spit the flame (Wah)\n\"Allah hu akbar\" - is what I say before I buck you\nMotherf** busters like vell Bacardi yeah n***a had enough you\nGet ready to suffer - kneel down\nn***a, Tech N9ne k**er Klown\nn***a, six feet underground is where your found \n\n\n\nn***a, 40 water would never did a song wit you if he knew the song\nWas about me never make a million\nNext time say my name say my name like destiny's children - b**h\n[Hook: C-Bo] (2X)\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nCome take a journey through my mind's eye\nYou crossed the game, don't explain\nn***a, time to die, say goodbye\nWatch my eyes - when I pull the trigger\nSo right before you die you bow before a bigger n***a\nNow dry your eyes, you was heartless on your hits\nn***as love to scream peace after they start some sh** - pay attention\nHere's a word to those that robbed me\nI murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep!\nDon't f** with me!\nn***a you're barely livin', don't you got sickle cell?\nSee me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin' well, hell\nHow many n***as wanna be involved?\nSee I was only talkin' to Biggie\nBut I'll k** all'a y'all, then ball\nThen tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed\nf** around and get tossed up, by the f**in' Outlawz\nBefore I leave, make sure everybody heard\nKnow I meant, every motherf**in' word\nWhen we ride on our enemies\n[Verse 4: C-Bo]\nBuck these n***as, I'm a k**er screamin' regime\nDeep navis with heat like the A team\nAnd when my K scream, it's causin' nothin' but murder\nBucking these n***as makin' hate me\nYeah, n***a, we don't give a f**, n***a we thug lords\nConnected from Tech N9ne and touched for the thug war\nWhose got love for these n***as with no love\nAt all give a f** guns clutched\nOnly left a ball I know you heard of me wanna murder me\nCause I'm the n***a that cooked the bird (?) in the kitchen\nMoms itchin' had the whole gang unwrappin' chickens\nn***a and we was headed for the jack strapped\nWith a fat gat, all my n***as down to rat-tat-tat-tat\nWest coast bad boys we was yellin'\nNow West Coast Mafia regime and thug zellin' n***a\n[Hook: C-Bo] (2X)",
    "2pac - 1st impression lyrics": "Just when I thought I'd seen it all\nour paths crossed and met\nand I Knew from the First glance\nthat u would be hard 2 4get\nyour eyes attracted me First\nbut you reeked of sultry confidence\nI couldn't wait 2 touch lips\nand kiss with my Heart's intentions \n\n\n\nwhen we did it was what I expected\nand 4 that moment we erased the tension\nof the awkwardness of First Date Jitters\nand the initial Blind Date First impressions\nwe kissed again and I felt the pa**ion\nand this was CUPID's blessing",
    "2pac - 1st Impressions: 4 Irene lyrics": "Just when I thought I'd seen it all\nour paths crossed and met\nand I knew from the First glance\nthat u would be hard 2 4get\nyour eyes attracted me First\nbut you reeked of sultry confidence\nI couldn't wait 2 touch lips\nand kiss with my Heart's intentions \n\n\n\nwhen we did it was what I expected\nand 4 that moment we erased the tension\nof the awkwardness of First Date Jitters\nand the initials Blind Date First impressions\nwe kissed again and I felt the pa**ion\nand This was CUPID'S Blessing",
    "2pac - 2 Gangsta * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - 2 of Americaz Most Wanted * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted lyrics": "(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)\n[Snoop] Up out of there\n[Tupac] (chuckles)\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party\n[Snoop] Pump that up G\n[Tupac] Ahh sh**, you done f**ed up now --\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party\nYou done put two of America's\nmost wanted in the same\nmotherf**in place at the same\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party\nmotherf**in time, hahahahah\nY'all n***az about to feel this\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party\nBreak out the champagne gla**es\nand the motherf**in condoms\nHave one on us aight??\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party\n[Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop]\nPicture perfect, I paint a perfect picture\nBomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer\nWith the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my f**in homey\nYouse a cold a** n***a on them hogs\nSho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run\nNow I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome\nFree Tupac, is all that's on a n***az mind\nBut at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine\nSo I'ma get smart, and get defensive and sh**\nAnd put together a million march, for some gangsta sh**\nSo now they got us laced\nTwo multimillionare motherf**ers catchin cases (mmm)\nb**hes get ready for the throwdown, the sh**'s about to go down\nUhh, me and Snoop about to clown\nI'm \"Losin My Religion\", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons\nYou might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin\nn***az be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage\nI got, nuthin but love, for my n***az livin lavish\nI got a pit named P, she n***arino\nI got a house out in the hills right next to Chino\nand I, think I got a black Beamer\nbut my dream is to own a fly casino\nlike Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal\nand get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal\nMmm, it feel good to you baby bubba\nYa see, this is for the G's and the keys motherf**er\nNow follow as we riiiiide\nMotherf** the rest, two of the best from the West side \n\n\n\nAnd I can make you famous\nn***az been dyin for years, so how could they blame us\nI live in fear of a felony\nI never stop bailin these, motherf**in G's\nIf ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant\n2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted\n[Chorus:]\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party\n[Tupac] Nuthin but a gangsta party...\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party\nNuthin but a gangsta party\nit ain't nuthin but a\nmotherf**in gangsta party\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party\nNuthin but a gangsta party\nit ain't nuthin but a\nmotherf**in gangsta party\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party\n[Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop]\nNow give me fifty feet\nDefeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets\nAnd keep whatever's left of me\nJealousy is misery, suffering is grief\nBetter be prepared when you cowards f** wit me\nI bust and flea, these n***az must be crazy what??\nThere ain't no mercy motherf**ers who can fade the Thugs\n(hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear\nBow down in the presence of a boss player\nIt's like cuz, blood, g**nin\nEverybody in the party doin dope slangin\nYou got to have papers in this world\nYou might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl\nYa doing ya job, every day\nAnd then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray\nLet me tell you about life, and bout the way it is\nYou see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids\nThey tell me not to roll with my glock\nSo now I gotta throw away\nFloatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day\nThey wonder how I live, with five shots\nn***az is hard to k**, on my block\nSchemes for currency and doe related\nAffiliated with the hustlers, so we made it\nNo answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it\nMy n***a Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted\n[Chorus (w/ variations to end)]",
    "2pac - 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted - Snoop Dogg lyrics": "Up outta there\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\n(Turn that sh** up, G)\nOh sh**, you done f**ed up now You done just put to of Americas most wanted\nIn the same mothaf**in' place at the same mothaf**in' time\nY'all n***az 'bout to feel this, break out the champagne gla**es\nAnd the mothaf**in' condoms, have one on us aiight? Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture\nBomb the hoochies wit' precision my intentions to get richer\nWith the S N Double O P Dogg my f**in' homey\nYou's a cold a** n***a on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun\n'Cuz they got me on the run\nNow I'm back in the court room\nWaitin' on the outcome Free 2pac is all that's on that n***a's mind\nBut at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine\nSo Ima' get smart and get defensive and sh**\nAnd put together 'million march for some gangsta sh** So now they got us laced, 2 multi-millionaire\nMothaf**as catchin' cases, b**hes get ready\nFor the throw down, the sh**'s about to go down\nMe and Snoop about to clown I'm losin' my religion, I vicious on these stool pigeons\nYa might be deep in the game but cha got the rules missin'\nn***as be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage\nI got nothin' but love for my n***as livin' lavish I got a pit named P, she n***arino\nI got a house on the hills, right next to Chino\nAnd I think I got a black Beamer\nBut my dream is to own a fly Casino Like Bugsy Seagal and do it all illegal\nAnd get scooped up by the lil' homie in the Regal\nIt feels good to you, baby bubba\nYou see ya' vicious for the G's and the keys, mothaf**a Now holla as we ride, mothaf** the rest 2\nOf the best from the west side\nAnd I can make you famous, n***az\nBeen dyin' for years so how can they blame us? I live in fear of a felony, I never stop bailin'\nThese mothaf**in' G's if you got it\nBetter flaunt it, another warrant\n2 of America's most wanted Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nNothin' but a gangter party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party \n\n\n\nNothin' but a gangster party It ain't nothin' but a mothaf**in' gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nNothin' but a gangster party\nIt ain't nothin' but a mothaf**in' gangster party Now give me 50 feet, the fleet is not my destiny\nRelease me to the streets and keep whatever's left of me\nJealousy is misery, suffering is grief, ya better be prepared\nWhen you cowards f** with me\n(How does it feel?) These n***as must be crazy word\nThere ain't no mercy motherf**ers\nYou can't fade the thug\n(Right)\nYou thought it was but it wasn't now disappear\nBow down in the presence of a boss, playa It's like 'cuz blood g**nin', everybody in the party\nDoing dope slangin', ya got to have papers in this world\nYa might get yo' first snatch before your eyez swirl Ya doin' ya job everyday, and then you work so hard\nTil' your hair turn gray, let me tell you 'bout life and the way it is\nYou see we live by the gun so we die by the gun's kids You tell me not to roll with my glock\nMow I got to get away, floatin' in the black Benz\n(b*atch)\nTryin' to do sh** today\nThey wonder how I live with 5 shots n***as is hard to k** on my block\nScheme for policy and dope related, affiliated\nWith tha hustlas so we made it, no askin' questions\nI'm trying to get upon it, my n***a Dog, eternally the most wanted Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nNothin' but a gangter party\nIt ain't nothin' but a mothaf**in' gangster party Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party\nNothin' but a gangster party\nIt ain't nothin' but a mothaf**in' gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nNothin' but a gangsta party\nIt ain't nothin' but a mothaf**in' gangster party Ain't nuthin' but a gangster party\nNothin' but a gangster party\nIt ain't nothin' but a mothaf**in' gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party, b*atch\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party, d**h row",
    "2pac - 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted (Clean Version) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac & Snoop Dogg]\nGangsta party\nUp out of there\nHahaha\nUp out of there\nUp out of there\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party\nEh, light that up Snoop, why you actin' like that?\nLet me hit that\nHaha\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\n(A toast to the Coast)\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\n(A toast to the Coast)\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\n(A toast to the Coast)\nNuttin but a gangsta party\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party (A toast to the Coast)\n[Verse 1]\n[2Pac]\nPicture perfect, I paint a perfect picture\nBomb the, s**az with precision my intention's to get richer\nWith the S-N double-O-P, to all my closest homies\nDid this cold, we dispose our foes\n[Snoop Dogg]\nSho'nuff\nI keep my hand on my gun, 'cause they got me on the run\nNow I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome\nFree 2Pac, it seems to be on my mind\nBut at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine\nSo I'm a get smart, and get defensive with this\nAnd put together a million march, for some gangsta twist, twist, twist\n[2Pac]\nSo now they got us laced\nTwo multimillionaire young brothers catchin' cases (naw)\nBustaz get ready for the throwdown, the hit's about to go down\nUhh, me and Snoop about to clown\nI'm losin' my religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons\nYou might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin'\ns**az be actin' like they savage, I'm out to get the cabbage\nI got, nothin' but love, for my homies livin' lavish\n[Snoop Dogg]\nI got a pit named P, she n***arino\nI got a house out in the hills right next to Chino\nAnd I, think I got a black Beamer\nBut my dream is to own a fly casino\nLike Bugsy Seagel, (hehe) and do it all legal\nAnd get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal\nMmm, it feel good to you baby bubba\nYa see, this is for the G's and the keys young hustla\n[2Pac]\nNow follow as we riiiiide\nYou can check the rest, two of the best from the West side\nAnd I can make you famous\nBrothaz been dyin' for years, so how can they blame us\nI live in fear of a felony\nI never stop bailin' these, West Coast G's, West Coast G's\nIf ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant\n2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted\n[Hook: 2Pac & (Snoop Dogg)]\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\nNuttin but a gangsta party \n\n\n\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\n(Nuttin but a gangsta party, it ain't nuttin but a [*motherf**ing*] gangsta party) (Boss playa)\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\n(Nuttin but a gangsta party, it ain't nuttin but a [*motherf**ing*] gangsta party)\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party\n[Verse 2]\n[2Pac]\nNow give me fifty feet\nDefeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets\nAnd keep whatever's left of me\nJealousy is envious, suffering is greed\nBetter be prepared when you cowards bust at me\nI bust and flea, you s**az must be crazy what??\nAin't no mercy jealous bustaz who can fade the Thugs\n(hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear\nBow down in the presence of a boss player\n[Snoop Dogg]\nIt's like Cuz/Blood, g**nin'\nEverybody in the party doin' dope slangin'\nYou got to have papers in this world\nYou might get your first snatch, before your eyes swirl\nYa doing ya job, every day\nAnd then you work so hard 'til ya hair turn grey\nLet me tell you about life, and bout the way it is\nYou see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids\n[2Pac]\nThey tell me not to roll with my Glock\nSo now I gotta throw it away\nFloatin' in the black Benz, tryin' to do a show a day\nThey wonder how I live, with five shots\nBrothaz is hard to k**, on my block\nFiends for currency and dough related\nAffiliated with the hustlers, and so we made it\nNo answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it\nMy brotha Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted, wanted, wanted\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\n(Nuttin but a gangsta party, it ain't nuttin but a [*motherf**ing*] gangsta party)\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\n(Nuttin but a gangsta party, it ain't nuttin but a [*motherf**ing*] gangsta party)\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\n(Nuttin but a gangsta party, it ain't nuttin but a [*motherf**ing*] gangsta party)\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\n(Nuttin but a gangsta party, it ain't nuttin but a [*motherf**ing*] gangsta party)\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\nAin't nuttin but a gangsta party, party, party\nd**h Row, d**h Row,d**h Row, d**h Row",
    "2pac - 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted Nu Mixx lyrics": "Up out of there\n[daz, repeated several times until first verse begins]\nAin't nothin' but a gangsta party Ahh sh**\nYou've done f**ed up now\nYou done put 2 of amerikaz most wanted in the same muthaf**in' place\nAt the same muthaf**in' time\nYa'll n***as about to feel this\nBreak out the champagne gla**es and muthaf**in' condoms\nHave one on us aight Picture perfect\nI paint a perfect picture\nBombin' hooties with percision\nMind intensions to get with ya\nWith the s-n double-o-p dogg\nTo help my f**in' homie\nYou's a cold a** n***a on them all Sure enough I keep my hand on my gun\nCause they got me on the run\nNow I am back in the court room waitin' on the outcome\nFree tupac is all that's on a n***as mind\nBut at the same time\nIt seem they tryin' to take mine\nSo I am get smart and get the best of this sh**\nAnd put together a million march plus some gangsta sh** So now they got us laced\nTwo multi millionaire muthaf**as catchin' cases\nb**hes get ready for the throw down\nThe sh**s about to go down\nUhh, me and snoop about to clown\nI am losin' my religion\nI am vicious on these stool pigeons\nYou might be deep in this game\nBut you got some rules missin'\nn***as be actin like we savage\nSee I'm a get the cabbage\nI got nutin' but love for my n***as livin' lavish I got a pet named p she n***arino\nI got a house out in the hills right next to chino\nAnd I think I got a black beama'\nBut my dream is to own a fly casino\nLike bugsy segal, and do it all illegal\nAnd get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal\nUhh it feel good to ya baby bubba\nYou see this is for the g's and the ki's muthaf**a Now follow as we ride\nMuthaf** the rest\nTwo of the best from the westside\nAnd I can make you famous\nn***as been dying for years\nSo how could they blame us \n\n\n\nI live in fear of a felony\nI never stop ballin' these\nMutha f**in' g's\nIf ya got it better flaunt it\nAnother warrant\n2 of amerikaz most wanted Chorus\n[daz] Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (x2)\n[tupac]\nNothin' but a gangsta party\n[daz]\nAin't nothin' but a gangsta party\n[tupac]\nAin't nothin' but a gangsta party\nIt ain't nothin' but a muthaf**in' gangsta party\n[daz]\nAin't nothin' but a gangsta party\n[tupac]\nAin't nothin' but a gangsta party\nIt ain't nothin' but a muthaf**in' gangsta party\n[daz]\nAin't nothin but a gangsta party\n[tupac]\nNow give me 50 feet\nThe feet is not my destiny\nRelease me to the streets\nAnd keep what evers left of me\nJealousy is misery, suffery is grief\nBetter be prepared when you cowards f** with me I\nI busta free, these n***as must be crazy (what)\nThere ain't no mercy mutha f**as\nWho can fade the thugs?\nYou thought it was but it wasn't\nNow disappear\nBow down in the presence of a boss playa It's like 'cause, blood, gang banging\nEverybody in the party doing dope slangin'\nYou got to have papers in this world\nYou might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl\nYa doing ya job\nEvery day\nAnd then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray\nLet me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is\nSee we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids They tell me not to roll with my glock\nSo now I got to throw away\nFloating in the black benz\nTrying to do a show a day\nThey wonder how I live with 5 shots\nn***as is hard to k** on my block\nScheme for currency and dough related\nAffilliated with the hustlas\nSo we made it\nYour answer to the question\nTryin' to get up on it\nMy n***a dogg homie and 2 of the most wanted Chorus\n[daz] Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (until fade)",
    "2pac - 2 People with 1 Wish lyrics": "There were 2 people with one wish\n2 Live a Life filled with LOVE\n2 GOD they would pray that 2gether they'd stay\nunder the stars above\nBut someone else made a wish\nat the same time on the same breath \n\n\n\nAnd although the wish 4 love was granted\nSo was this evil wish 4 d**h\nNow I make a wish\nsealed with tears and laughter\nIt is my wish that these 2 loves\nR reunited in the hereafter",
    "2pac - 2Pac - 211 to 187 lyrics": "[Intro]\nYou think you can take me? You'll need a f**in' army!\n[Hook: DJ Chop as 2Pac]\n211, 187\nHit em with the duct tape\nHit em with the black trey\nNow we get their f**in safe (x3)\nDon't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2)\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nTell me, how many real motherf**ers feel me? I smoke a blunt\nAnd freak the funk until these jealous motherf**ers k** me\nI'm out the gutter, pick a hero\nI'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion zero\nCause I could give a f** about you, better duck\nOr I'll be forced to hit yo a** up I give a f**\nI'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?\nIt's gonna take an army full of crooked a** cops to come and get me\nn***as know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure\nGotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser\nWord to God I've been ready to die since I was born\nI don't want no sh** but n***as trip and yo it's on\nOpen fire on my adversaries, don't even worry\nBetter have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried\nIt's a man's world, n***as get played, another stray\nHope I live to see another day, hey\n[Hook: DJ Chop as 2Pac]\n211, 187\nHit em with the duct tape\nHit em with the black trey\nNow we get their f**in safe (x3)\nDon't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nThese motherf**ers on my a** I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?\nI'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic\nDoin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches\nIn a high speed chase with these punk b**hes\nDon't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me\np**y a** b**hes better bury me \n\n\n\nRunnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot\nWe in the hood, how the f** they gon catch a crook? Haha\nI got away cause I'm clever\nWent to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together\nI watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies\nAt the coppers that persue me, b**h!\nI be a hustler til it's over, motherf**er\nOpen fire on you bustas\n)B-b-b**h!\nI be a hustler til it's over, motherf**er\nOpen fire on you bustas!)\n[Hook: DJ Chop as 2Pac]\n211, 187\nHit em with the duct tape\nHit em with the black trey\nNow we get their f**in safe (x3)\nDon't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2)\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nDon't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state\nI gotta pay my f**in bills, so I'm transportin weight\nChange my plates, pick up my n***a, and now we rollin\nDroppin keys like they stolen, hehe\nTell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear\nEnough dope to last a year\nThey got me running from the police, nowhere to go\nWith the lights out, rollin down a dirt road\nBut I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict\nI'd rather fire on my target\nI hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh sh**!\nThem b**hes right behind me!\nThey take a shot and hit my f**in tires\nNow, jump out the car then I open fire, s**er!\n(They take a shot and hit my f**in tires\nNow, jump out the car then I open fire, s**er!)\n[Hook x2: DJ Chop as 2Pac]\n211, 187\nHit em with the duct tape\nHit em with the black trey\nNow we get their f**in safe (x3)\nDon't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2)",
    "2pac - 2Pac - All About U (French Version) lyrics": "[Intro : 2Pac/Down]\n[2Pac] Ahh yeah\n[Down] Yeauhh!\n[2Pac] It's all about you, one time!\n[Down] I'mma say it's all about you baby, yeah\n[2Pac] Haha, for the b**hes that think it's all about you\nIt's all about you\n[Down] This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac\nYou know what I'm saying ?\n[2Pac] It's all about you\n[Down] Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you\nBut you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh\n[Couplet 1: 2Pac]\nYou probably crooked as the last trick\nWant to laugh bout how I got my a** caught up with this bad b**h\nThinkin I had her but she had me in the long run\nIt's just my luck I'm stuck with f**in with the wrong one\nWise decisions, based on lies we livin'\nScandalous times, this game's like my religion\nYou could be rollin with a thug\nInstead you with this weak scrub\nLookin for some love, in every club\nI see you starin like you want it\nWell baby if you got it better flaunt it\nLet the liquor help you get up on it\nI'm still tipsy from last night\nBumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life\nI try to holla but you tell me you taken\nSayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin\nGuess it's true what they tellin me\nFresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity\nSo that's the reason why I call, and maybe you with it\nFantasies of us sweating, can I hit it?\nAddicted to the things you do, but still true\nWhat I'm saying, boo, is this is all about you\n[Refrain x2: Nate Dogg]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\n[Couplet 2: 2Pac]\nI make a promise if you go with me\nJust let me know, I'll have you hollering my name out before I leave\nNobody loves me I'm a thug n***a; I only hung out\nWith the criminals and the drug dealers, I love n***as\nCause we coming from the same place\nWitness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes \n\n\n\nHow can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care\nCreep low, weed smoke's in the air\nEverywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes\nWaitin for n***as at the end, of every show\nI just seen you in my friend's, video\nCould never put a b**h before my friends, so here we go\nFollow the leader and peep the drama that I'm going through\nIt's all about you\nYeah n***a, it's all about you\n[Refrainx2]\n[Fatal-n-Felony (Hussein Fatal/Yaki Kadafi)]\nIs you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?\nIt ain't about you or your b**h a** crew\nEvery other city we go and every video\nExplain to a n***a why I see the same sh**ty ho\nYou think it's all about you? Well Boo\nI gets Down like Dru and my nasty new n***as, too\nYou couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track\nA lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff\nWhen I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll\nStraight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll\nHold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next\nGolddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex\nI slide in easily, try a grizzly\ns*uts know the cuts, I came to f**, try skeezin me\nRunnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya\nAt the most, I f**ed a b**h from the West Coast to West Virginia\n[Refrain x4]\n[Outro - Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nI'm tellin ya, it's the same ol' sh**\nI mean.. god damn, youknowhatI'msayin?\nI'm sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video\nI see the same b**h, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video\nThen I flip the channel\nI'm checkin out my homeboy 2Pac video\nI see the same b**h that was in my video, yaknahmsayin?\nAnd then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' f**ed up\nI'm watchin a Million Man March\nAnd I see the same b**h, on the Million Man March\nThat was in, the homeboy Warren G video!\nI mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go\nI see the same ho\nDon't get mad, I'm only bein real\nYeah",
    "2pac - 2Pac - Chin Check lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nYou know what time it is\nYou see any motherf**er with an \"Outlaw\" on his neck\nGive him respect or get chin-checked\nMusic Stops\nThat's right n***a, set that sh**\n'Til they chin checking, we wrecking\nChin Check by N.W.A's instrumental plays\n[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI'mma thug where I wanna thug\nI'mma f** who I wanna f**\nI'mma ride where I wanna ride\n'Cause I'm a thug for life so I'm a thug 'til I die\nI'mma thug where I wanna thug\nI'mma f** who I wanna f**\nI'mma ride where I wanna ride\n'Cause I'm a thug for life so I'm a motherf**ing thug 'til I die\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\n(Chin checkin'!)\nNow take a look inside my mind\nThat pen time made me wise but still I rise\nCause my \"Ambitionz Az A Ridah\" like land mines\nLyrics turn n***as into smithereens\nMusic so lethal, turn coliseums to murder scenes\nI'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me, I'm armed\nI'm droppin' n***as like bomb \n\n\n\nGet in that a** like a thong\nPicture a felon in ya presence\nTakin' bustas back to the essence\nTellin' my people peep my lethal message\nVisions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode\nMurderous motives for n***as stoppin' my cash flow\nYou can't fight it n***a, let go\nWitness the sound, made ya b**h a** bow down to d**h Row\nMama, these n***as got me fightin' these 3 Strikes\nShowin' up in court f** what you thought it's three nights\nI put the game down first put my n***as up on it\nNow we Amerikaz Most Wanted\nMotherf**ing chin checking!\n[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI'mma thug where I wanna thug\nI'mma f** who I wanna f**\nI'mma ride where I wanna ride\n'Cause I'm a thug for life so I'm a thug 'til I die\nI'mma thug where I wanna thug\nI'mma f** who I wanna f**\nI'mma ride where I wanna ride\n'Cause I'm a thug for life so I'm a motherf**ing thug 'til I die",
    "2pac - 2Pac - Control Reponse lyrics": "I heard the barber shops be in great debates all the time\n'Bout who's the best MC, Kendrick, Jigga and Nas\nEminem, Andre 300, the rest of y'all?\nNew n***as just new n***as, don't get involved..\n[Intro: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nHahaha\nY'all n***as crazy, man..\nReally?\nStupid motherf**er\nHaha\nYeah n***a\nOutlaw!\nI'm better than all you trick motherf**ers put together\nOutlaw Immortal b**h, thug life, you know how we f**ing do this sh**\nYeah n***a..\nDrop that sh**, b*atch!\nTime for the payback..\nI'm back, mothaf**aaa!\nHaha\nTwenty-fifteen\nThat's right, f** all y'all, man (they wonder)\nYou too n***a\nUh, yeah!\n[Verse: DJ Chop Up]\nFirst off, f** Little Wayne \n\n\n\nf** Drake\nf** 2-Chainz\nf** Kendrick\nf** Wiz\nf** Kanye\nf** Rick Ross\nf** Fifty\nf** Game\nf** Big Sean\nf** Puffy\nf** Bad Boy\nf** Mobb Deep\nf** Dre\nf** Jay-Z\nf** Shady\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nWhat n***a? This how we do it. f** these other n***as\nThis for all those motherf**ers that swearing to god that swearing to god doing something, that they TOUCHING something, that they BEING something. Y'all n***as ain't sh**, that's on my mama, bring me drama n***a. All y'all n***as, I don't give A fu*k who you runnin' wit, this is THUG LIFE n***a, the new generation motherf**er, young thugs, we chin checkin' all you Junior High School motherf**ers. Y'all better feel this sh**!",
    "2pac - 2Pac - f** Donald Trump (FDT) lyrics": "[Intro: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nf** Trump, you fat motherf**er\nf** Clinton, you fat b**h\n[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nf** Donald Trump! (x8)\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nY'know you really can't say that ya blame n***as\nf** being tame, set a flame, time to aim triggers\n2Pac'll spark a revolution, f** the Constitution\nI want my bucks for restitution\nThis time you got a bigger problem\nTime to face the n***as from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem\nAnd we ain't shootin' at each other\nThat's my motherf**in' brother, so Trump, n***a\nRun for cover\nAnd other b**hes from the Klan\nCome feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack And I don't drink St. Ides\nGenuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my f**in' TEC-9\nThey know they scared to see us sober\nStop drinking King Cobra, and n***as'll take the world over\nIt's all up to you\nBlame the Korean, blame the Jews\n[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nf** Donald Trump! (x8)\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nWhy me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me\nI'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G\nThey got my homies in a jail cell\nAnd it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin' to Hell\nI got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers\nAnd nothing but love for each other\nSo motherf**er make a motion\nI give a f**, slice you up, and throw your a** in the ocean\nTemperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a n***a\nBut they hate it when we pop the cops\nThat's when they gettin' petrol\nYou better watch your step or you'll be left on d**h row\nBut I learn to look ahead of me\nStay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy\nWe blowin' up precincts and OOOH\nYou can't f** with the crew\n[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nf** Donald Trump! (x8)\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nOaktown!\nIgnant, that's what it is! You ignant!\nIgnant, that's what's wrong with you!\nIgnant, motherf**er you ignant!",
    "2pac - 2Pac - F**k You lyrics": "[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nf** these n***as\nf** these hoes\nf** these n***as\nf** these hoes\nIf you don't like it then f** ya\nYou don't like it? Then f** ya\nYou don't like it? Then f** ya\nYou don't like it? Then f** ya\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nIt's like I tell my n***as, keep your eyes on these b**hes\nThey love to G a n***a young dumb and gettin' riches\nWhat the f** you think a trick is, n***a?\nn***a is thinkin with his dick\nAnd then get tricked out all his riches by a -- b*tch!\nI'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya\nThink you all that ole' just 'cause she let a n***a toss her\nIt's like a motherf**in' privilege\nSo don't give up your conversation, give that b**h your 7 digits\nWhen she call ya, ask that tramp what's up\nAnd if she hesitate n***a hang up, worrrd up\nAnd let that b**h meditate to the dial tone\nAnd call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on\nA motherf**in' mack tonight\nStay back, stay strapped cause my raps is tight\nYou f**in' punks, I hate you snitches\nWent against the grain and the game to be fake a** b**hes\n[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nf** these n***as\nf** these hoes\nf** these n***as\nf** these hoes\nIf you don't like it then f** ya\nYou don't like it? Then f** ya \n\n\n\nYou don't like it? Then f** ya\nYou don't like it? Then f** ya\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nTime to show these bustas who's boss\nRun up on a real motherf**er and get tossed\nThe game is deep, and thicker than a motherf**in' jimmy\nBroke hoes runnin' round yellin' \"Gimme!\"\nI can't stand it, hoes talkin' bout they got a man\nsh** all I wanted her to do is s** my DICK\nSo how about hittin' a motherf**er on my pager\nBusy now b**h but you can give me the p**y later\nFly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega\nf**in' with the player that done made her, huh\nAnd I ain't sleepin' caught you creepin' for my money\nGot the dick and now you get the pistol honey (b**h)\nSo get the bozack, knockin' hoes back, keep my dough stacked\nSo where the motherf**in' hoes at?\nPunk n***as can't fade the mack, livin' fat\nGettin' paid to rap, it's like that, you motherf**in' b**hes\n[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nf** these n***as\nf** these hoes\nf** these n***as\nf** these hoes\nIf you don't like it then f** ya\nYou don't like it? Then f** ya\nYou don't like it? Then f** ya\nYou don't like it? Then f** ya\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nGod damn!\nI meant this in the nicest way possible, man, you know, I mean.. uh..",
    "2pac - 2Pac - How We Do lyrics": "[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nThis, is, how, we do\nI'm with the homies\nf** hanging with them phonies in the club\nThis, is, how, we do\nAnd I'm a motherf**in' thug, so show a n***a love\n[Verse 1: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nFresh like, aww\nImpala aww (ayo!)\n(No!) (f** that!)\n[Interlude: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\n(f** wrong y'all n***as man?)\n(Hit them n***as with the sh** n***a!)\n(Ayo this next one mine man, next one mine..)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nPictures are plenty\nSippin' my gla** full of henny\nHands on my semi-\nAutomatic k** for pennies\nApproach for contact\nCause I'm live I multiply\nSoon as I open fire\nn***as die wit' open eyes\nScare to take a nap\nIt's a trap a long maze\nDreamin' of gettin' stacks\nMakin' scratch the wrong way \n\n\n\nWhat the song say\nWe murder motherf**ers daily\nBlack out blow the crack out\nMy lyrics strong weed then release the stress\nDeliver the bomb sh** from the east to west\nLike yay-yo\nn***as pull out when I say so\nCommence to poppin' motherf**ers copy me, it's fatal\n'fficiently I delete then flee\nThe art of wa neva fail me\nI inhaler\nLivin' s**a free\nGet wit' me\nLivin' s**a free\nGet wit' me (x6)\n[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nThis, is, how, we do\nI'm with the homies\nf** hanging with them phonies in the club\nThis, is, how, we do\nAnd I'm a motherf**in' thug, so show a n***a love\n[Outro: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nYou feel me?\nAnd I'm a motherf**ing thug, so show a n***a love (x4)",
    "2pac - 2Pac - I'm A Hustla lyrics": "[Intro: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nn***a ask about me x4\n[Chorus x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a I'm a hustler homey\nI'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a I'm a hustler homey\nn***a ask n***a n***a ask about me\nn***a ask n***a n***a ask about me\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nFollow me, tell me if you feel me\nI think n***as is tryin' to k** me\nPicturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me\nKeepin' it real, and even if I do conceal\nMy criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel\nSee, n***as is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches\nThat used to be real, but now they petrified b**hes\nI'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me\nListen to Chop, the only DJ that can calm me\nConstantly armed, my firepower keep me warm\nI'm trapped in the storm and f** the world 'til I'm gone\nb**hes be warned: word is bond, you'll get torn\nI'm bustin' at Obama, he rubbin' my n***as wrong\nAnd then it's on, before I leave, picture me \n\n\n\nI'm spittin' at punk b**hes and hustlin' to be free\nWatch me set it, n***as don't want it, you can get it\nBet it make these jealous n***as mad I said it\nThis thug life n***a, we don't cater to you hoes\nf** with me and have\nA hundred motherf**ers at yo' do' with fo'-fo's!\nHahahahaha, yeah, n***a! Thug Life!\n[Chorus x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a I'm a hustler homey\nI'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a I'm a hustler homey\nn***a ask n***a n***a ask about me\nn***a ask n***a n***a ask about me\n[Interlude: 2Pac]\nHahahaha! That's how we do it out here\nOn this underground real sh**, n***a, it's the heat, n***a\nNow, rewind this motherf**er\nYou know you can't help it\nn***a ask about me!\n[Chorus x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a I'm a hustler homey\nI'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a I'm a hustler homey\nn***a ask n***a n***a ask about me\nn***a ask n***a n***a ask about me",
    "2pac - 2Pac - Mediocre lyrics": "[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI run with the bad b**hes\nAin't no mediocre (x3)\nBad b**hes\nAin't mediocre (x3)\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow, I could make miracles to tempos\nIt's instrumental, waiting for the nymphos; that's the intro\nShook when you rush me, walked up and touched me\nWhy? Do you want to f** me?\nJust \u2018cause I'm paid in the worst way? True!\nLookin' kinda good in your birthday suit\nI wonder if you're wild and you act shy\nDo you like to be on top or the back side?\nWatch me while you lick your lips\nShake your hips, goddamn, I love that sh**\nYo, let's stop fakin', be real now\nI got a room and a hard-on, still down?\nMet you standing at a bar full of black dudes\nSaid you wanna see my scars and my tattoos\nWhen we headin' for my hideout, act right\nBoss player when I ride out, that's right\n[Hook x4: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI run with the bad b**hes \n\n\n\nAin't no mediocre (x3)\nBad b**hes\nAin't mediocre (x3)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nOh sh**, baby is a dime piece, more than just fine\nShe's personally blessed from the gods\nIf I seen her right now, she could get me hard\nDidn't want to talk to me, just to see my car\nNever had s** with a rich rap star\n'Til I got her in the back of my homeboy's car\nTell me, why do we live this way?\nMoney over b**hes, let me hear you say\nWhat's your phone number?\nAre you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone\nTime for your girlfriend to take you home\nI had fun, but baby, gotta leave me alone\nPicture in my rhyme\nTake time to rewind these oridnary words I say\nIf you open your mind bet in a minute you'll find\nIt's time let the Outlawz play\n[Hook x4: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI run with the bad b**hes\nAin't no mediocre (x3)\nBad b**hes\nAin't mediocre (x3)",
    "2pac - 2Pac & Michael Jackson - Black Or White lyrics": "[Hook x2: Michael Jackson]\nIf you're thinking of being my brother\nIt don't matter if you're Black or White\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nIf I could recollect before my hood days\nI sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss and the good days\nI stop and stare at the younger\nMy heart goes to 'em, they tested with stress that they under\nAnd nowadays things change\nEveryone's ashamed of the youth\n\u2018cause the truth look strange\n\u2018Cause any day they'll push the bu*ton, and all good men like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothin'\nDon't it make you get teary? The world looks dreary\nWhen you wipe your eyes see it clearly\nThere's no need for you to fear me\nIf you take your time and hear me\nMaybe you can learn to cheer me\nIt ain't about black or white, \u2018cause we human\nI hope we see the light before it's ruined\n[Hook x4: Michael Jackson, 2Pac]\nIf you're thinking of being my brother\nIt don't matter if you're Black or White\nIt ain't about black or white, \u2018cause we human\nI hope we see the light before it's ruined\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nTell me, do you see that old lady? Ain't it sad?\nLiving out of bags plus she's glad for the little things\nShe has\nAnd over there, there's a lady, crack got her crazy\nGuess who's giving birth to a baby\nI don't trip or let it fade me\nFrom out of the frying pan we jump into another form of slavery\nEven now I get discouraged \n\n\n\nWonder if they take it all back, will I still keep the courage?\nI refuse to be a role model\nI set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles\nI make mistakes but learn from every one\nAnd when it's said and done\nI bet this brother be a better one\nIf I upset you don't stress, never forget\nThat God isn't finished with me yet\nBefore we find world peace\nWe gotta find peace and end the war in the streets;\n[Hook x4: Michael Jackson, 2Pac]\nIf you're thinking of being my brother\nIt don't matter if you're Black or White\nIt ain't about black or white, \u2018cause we human\nI hope we see the light before it's ruined\n[Outro: Michael Jackson, 2Pac]\nIt's black, it's white\nIt don't matter\nIt's black, it's white\nIt don't matter\nIt's black, it's white\nIt don't matter\nIt's black, it's white\nIt don't matter\nIt's black, it's white\nIt don't matter (if you're black or white..)\nIt's black, it's white\nIt don't matter (if you're black or white..)\nIt's black, it's white\nIt don't matter (if you're black or white..)\nIt's black, it's white\nIt don't matter (if you're black or white..)\nAnd for me it's reversed\nWe left 'em a world that's cursed and it, hurts..\nAnd for me it's reversed\nWe left 'em a world that's cursed and it, hurts..\nAnd for me it's reversed\nWe left 'em a world that's cursed and it, hurts..",
    "2pac - 2Pac and Biggie (Freestyle At Table) lyrics": "[Intro: Biggie Smalls]\nReady n***a? Ready for that raw dog sh** n***a?\nOkay,Alright\nLet me see how im gonna hit you with\nYou wanna set it off?\n[Verse 1: 2pac]\nI'm scared to do some freestyle flow\nI'm too high and I might go of tempo\nBut now I'm back to let these n***as know just how deep\nMy game run 2Pacalypse don't sleep\nI keep a motherf**ing Glock in my car\nIf I'm holding in the club, I gotta be the f**ing star\nSo everybody wanna smile, and raise they hands\nI got a razor, case I gotta do a necks (next) man\nCause you know how n***as be, they wanna see\nIf Pac is real or is he like that n***a in the movie\nI guess I gotta prove my point\nSlicin' motherf**ers now I'm doing the joint\nI got my n***a B-I to the G beside me\nb**hes on my dick you know the hoes wanna ride me\nAnd my other homies out here like Spike Lee\nThey got the camera on a n***a guess they like me \n\n\n\nBut now I'm bout to pa** this motherf**er on\nCause this Tanqueray is getting hella strong\n[Verse 2: Biggie Smalls]\nMoney, hoes and clothes\nBlunt smoke coming out the nose is all a n***a knows\nFlippin' on foes, puttin' tags on toes\nWatchin' the stash grow, clockin the cash flow\nThe neighborhood gravedigger\nGettin' paid so much all the b**hes wanna see a n***a\nI guessed they figured I'm paid I wanna get laid\nOr since I got loot I wanna knock boots\nHuh, i rather beat my dick then trick\nAnd if she don't s** then we don't f**\nHuh, I rather lick a buck drive a fat a** truck\nGrab the nine, two clips and run them up\nYes, flex out the 2 or 3 benz's since I wreck sh**\nWhat the f** do you expect it\nA fly guy, well f** it I'ma high guy from Bed-Stuy\nPuttin' the swellin' on your eye\nAnd your nose even, when I choke ya you stop breathin'\nAnd when police come, I'm leavin'",
    "2pac - 2Pac Cypher Part 2 lyrics": "[Verse 1 Redman]\nTry to O.K. Corral with Doc and Meth Tical, Bar saloon fight, without weapons out (YEE-HAH!!), Strech marks, like belly on Kevin Lous, One yard to score, only second down, Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down, Tryin to lock cash, b**h better bounce, Boyfriend jump in, Meth shut him down, Pound to echo loud, bout seven miles, Doc, Dirty Jersey hunt em down, Uncut, rhymes won't even fit the file, Baddest man out the bunch, pick him out, Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd, Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth, Wilder then winos on liquor droughts, Mrs. Howell, Mary-Ann, dig em out, Ginger watch, with the gun in Skipper mouth, Love Da Ruckus, and love to\nDish it out!\n[Ol' Dirty ba*tard]\nShimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy ya, Gimme the mic so I can take it away, Off on a natural charge bon-voyage, Yeah from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad, Wu-Tang k**er bees on a swarm, Rain on your college-a** disco dorm, For you to even touch my sk**, You gotta put the one k**er bee and he ain't gonna k**, Now chop that down, pa** it all around, Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground, For any emcee in any fifty two states, I get psycho, k**er, Norman Bates, My producer slam my flow is like bam, Jump on stage ah then I dip down! (See my name is the ODB, and I'll beat your a**!)\n[Eazy-E]\nNow everything's good in my hood, And it's on and poppin', Eazy-muthaphukkin'-E from east side south Compton, Straight givin' up the real, On how a n***a feel talk that sh**, mothaf**ers' caps get peeled, Layin' low in the cut, Gettin' high than a motherf**er, n***as know what's up, I'm that gangsta-gangsta, Is that what they're still yellin', n***a G to a T saggin' and bailin', Live by the gun, you know what I'm sayin', Ren? (Yeah), So I guess I'll die by that motherf**er then, So when I die, n***as bury me, Make sure my sh** reads Eazy-muthaphukkin'-E, And it's a fact, to be exact, my tombstone should read, 'He put Compton on that map', And that's how a n***a feel, When I'm givin' up the motherf**in' real!\n[Biggie]\nBig Poppa, throwing n***as off of cliffs, smoking spliffs, Disappear with my b**h in a Mitsubishi Eclipse, Read my lips, I k** you, Blood'll spill too, did I say thank you, I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie, n***as is a**ed out like fat b**hes in bikinis, Read between the lines see what I see, I see the diary of a sick ba*tard, Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips, Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips, Flipping coke in corner store bodegas, In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II, I'm inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes, I get up in that a** every time, Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable, Getting mad blunted in the 600, Benz, ask your friends who's the illest, Licking shots, n***as screaming \"Biggie Smalls tried to k** us\", Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin' Bucktown, MAC-11 co*ked back, n***as better duck down, Face down, you know the routine, the cream, earrings, You know the drama Biggie bring, let's get it on!\n[Method Man]\nHere comes the ruckus, the motherf**in ruckus, Thousands of cut-throats and crumb-snatchin f**ers, Straight from the brain, I'll be givin you the pain, anger, Comin from the 36th Chamber, Bang!, Tical, hittin with the Buddha-Fist style, Shotgun slammin in your chestpiece, plow!, Brain is blown all over the terrain, Like a man without no arms you can't hang, Time for a change of the guard, You've been arrested for lyric fraud now you barred, For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar, I'm the true Fist of the North Star!\n[Busta Rhymes]\nHold your breath, We swing it from right to left, Word to Wyclef, You know my sh** be hot to d**h, Staying alive, you know only the stronger survive, Holding my heat, I under my seat , wippin the five, Baseline for all of my people movin around, Give me a pound, All of my n***as holdin it down, Cuttin' you up, The new sh** wrekin you up, Blowin you up, My black hole s**in you up, Back in the days brother use to be a**ed out, Now a brother holdin several money market accounts, Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce, Feelin my grove, My jiga jiga makin you bounce, Others is fare, me and my squad breakin the bread, Straight gettin it, we got you s**ers holdin your head, Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us, You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous! \n\n\n\n[2 Pac]\nHow should I plead? Forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's, Runnin' from enemies ever since the days of a seed, I'm under pressure, the stress will have me drinkin', Thinkin' n***as after me, much too paranoid to blink, Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's, They after a playa, but I won't let 'em capture me, I gotta thank the Lord for the weed and the nicotine, I can't sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked things, I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber, Preoccupied with homicide, my life's in danger, Rollin' down the 405, beware of stangers, Hand on my 4-5; that's what the fame does, I'm probably wrong, but I'll never know it till I'm gone, From out the gutter where the jealous motherf**ers roam, Pa** the weed let that Hennessey get to me, Before the penitentiary, let's get it on!\n[Eminem]\nYou're bout to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored, When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores, Wanna stop it, You gon' need a priest, at least three swords, A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, Three Ouija boards, a squeegee, and please be warned, Don't ask what the squeegee's for, Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors, Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these horns, And as for me, you ask when I'm gone, will he be mourned, Is puke lukewarm, Should Casey Anthony do p**n, Can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside a fricking shoebox with a shoehorn, Smothered in chloroform, so she can go get her groove on, Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus, Joell, yo, tell Joe I need his empty box from his old shell toed Adidas, So I can put these babies in a fetal position, They're getting elbows to the penis, Yeah, big deal, I took some little kid's Big Wheel and spit in his frickin' big kids meal, Quit tryin' to bite me and pinch, you wench, sit still; did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield, Is it dust we 'bout to kick up, Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup, Between his stick shift in his frigging pickup, And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will 'til he gets hicc-ups, Flipping the script up, Like Mike Vick getting bit in his junk by a Pit, yup, I'm a sick pup, I'd be a horrible magician, cause I'd f** a trick up, Fix your lips up to say something fly, or zip up, Aye, B, let's see: you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z, 'Til you f** around and get dropped, Like an E when you add an I-N-G, Don't put a K in front of that though when I MC, Cause I'm not the king of this microphone booth, It's more like a phone booth, Superman in this b**h, Kryptonite won't do, It gives me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and eat rat poison, take meteor showers, Fresh outta the mental hospital, And me not flossing a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, You crazy, Me pushing up daisies, that thought is impossible, As if flashing across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute, With a huge johnson, b**bs and a monstrous tube of lube, And a bra, some boots, Some panties and an aqua blue Mazda, Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool, So k** the rumors, it ain't happening, I'ma rap 'til I'm fossil fuel!",
    "2pac - 2Pac Motivation interview lyrics": "Soon as we get something that's good, the white man come with a shiny mirror with some couple beads or something, and we sold in a drink, you know what I'm saying?\nThe St. Ides commercial went fine thank you.. f** that\nI want to make it something that we can live by.\nI felt like there's no way I can stop calling myself a n***a,\nJust as sure as there was no way that motherf**ers was gon' stop calling me a n***a\nso instead of taking it, letting them take that away from me\nI took it from them, n***as now mines and when they say n***a they give me strength, so say it, say it!\nAnd all those that say I'm wrong for saying it and they wanna bleep it out, they wasn't beeping that sh** up 20 years ago so don't bleep that sh** out now.\nI still see Tom & Jerry's you know\nand Popeye with black Sambo babies and sh** they ain't bleeping that sh** up\nso I'll be damned if I bleeped out n***a\nand it's gon' be on, just like that, every time and I'm say it freely just like I say dude ... \"n***a\" that's my word you know what I'm saying that's how feel, I took it from there..hell yeah\njust like we can do anything... we can do that.. not not I'm not saying this.\nI gotta say this again It's not black against white\nwhen I say \"we\", it's the good against evil\nand what I mean we can take anything we want, we can take..\nWe can have anything, because it belongs to you\nIf you're right and you got, good on your side, I really truly believe that nothing can stop you\nand I'm using the same thing as America taught me\nthat's what I'm using the tools of this country, Capitalism and imperialism, colon-ism, I'm using all those against them, and that's what they hate\nthey hate to see a little black kid sit in a first cla** with a gang in gold chains, gold rings you know what I'm saying\nthe stewards staring at me .. they hate that.. they hate that sh** so bad\nthey hate; when I get off the plane and they lugging they luggage to go find a cab and I gotta car waiting for me with my name real big, big African name \"Tupac\" they hate that I see it in their eyes\nthey hate that; when they see me in the restaurant or something wit a girl it's a black woman and I'm sitting next to\nthey hate that.. they hate.. they really hate when it's a white woman, but they won't see it.. they won't.. not from Tupac\nso they hate that they see me with black woman they hate I don't say b**h, you know what I'm saying?, to black females\nI say b**h to white cops and the crooked cops that's who I say b**h to that's who is a b**h they hate that\nthey hate that; they can't limit me and hold me in one circle\nthey hate; every time they tryna put me in gangsta category\nI flip, do summer song and end up in a juice category and I love that \n\n\n\nI love that about myself, and I love that about black people\nand If I can love... I'm loving myself\nI remember when I was poor I hated myself, now I love myself\nso I see what the curse can do, and I see what it takes to get it off you\nit just takes a little confidence, and that's what we missing as black people\nwe let, them make us feel like you know, a quiet again\njust being a quiet, you know what I'm saying, telling you that when good chains is hoochie\nand that's played out, cause they make jokes about it\nyou know boohubhubahubhuba, really!, they ain't got no rhythm,\nso what they can tell me, how can they joke about buhubahuba and they ain't got no rhythm, you know what I'm saying\nhow they gon' joke about me wearing gold chains\nand they wearing a f**in cougar skin, they wearing animal skin\nand it's 20 you know it's hot, they wearing animal's furs and sh**\nhow can they tell me about surviving on this planet and I've been here longer, and I can walking the sun with me with no problems.. for as long as I want I can enjoy the air for as long as I want and they can't ..something is wrong\nthere's a difference for us to say we all equal, we are equal in terms of the rights that we should giving but every body is different, everybody is unique, and you have to give black people their credit, just like we give white people their credits\n\"Tupac\"\nUhm, my mother, you know when she gave birth to me\nshe was just coming out of jail, being in a jail because they were holding her up for the trial, so she had all these females, these women strong women around her and she was like \"what I'm gonna name my son\" and it was just lady came from Beirut, and she was telling my mother this\nfolk story about this a true life Peruvian revolutionary named \"T\u00fapac Amaru\"\nwho the government that told him okay we [?]\nthough he was fighting the government he was really winning, his little f**ing.. tribes was beating the government and they said okay we wanna stop fighting\nwe wanna meet with T\u00fapac Amaru\nhe came and they met and when they so he wanna cease the fighting\nwould you please cease the fighting too many people are dying we gon' give you what you asked for\nhe said okay, told them to cease fire\nsoon as they said cease fire, they cut his [?], cut his head off, cut his legs off, stuck 'em on the stick and put him in the middle of the village.. so this is my reminder, that's my reminder, every time you say my name that's my reminder to never compromise myself (that's right) and never quit, there is no such thing as truce while people ain't free regardless of who it is",
    "2pac - 2Pac, Eazy-E - 2 Hot lyrics": "[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as Eazy-E]\nBack from the dead\nEazy-E, 2016\nWith my mothaf**in' n***a DJ Chop\nWith the homie 2Pac\nBack up, Back up\nMotherf**ers are 2 Hot\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow, ever since a n***a was a seed\nOnly thing promised to me was the penitentiary\nStill ballin', ridin' on these n***as \u2018cause they lame\nIn a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game\nCan you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug n***a\nUp before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers\nTell me if it's on, n***a, then we first to bomb\nBust on these b**h-made n***as, hit 'em up, Westside!\nAin't nobody loved me as a broke n***a\nFinger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke n***as\nI love my females strapped, then f** her from the back\nI get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at ridin'\nPa**ed by while these n***as wondered why\nI got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try\nDid I cry? Hell nah, n***a, tears shed, for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; n***a still ballin' \n\n\n\n[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as Eazy-E]\nBack from the dead\nEazy-E, 2016\nWith my mothaf**in' n***a DJ Chop\nWith the homie 2Pac\nBack up, Back up\nMotherf**ers are 2 Hot\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nNow everybody wanna see us dead\nTwo murdered on the front page\nShot to d**h, bullets to the head\nn***as holla out my name and it's similar to rape\nMotherf**ers know I'm comin', so they runnin' to they graves\nWatch! Swoop down with my n***a from Compton\n\u2018Cause E don't give a f**\nWhere you coward n***as now?\nBlast, keep pumpin', ain't worried about nothin'\nBusters thought we was frontin'\nSo reload and keep dumpin'; still ballin'\n[Hook x8: DJ Chop Up as Eazy-E]\nBack from the dead\nEazy-E, 2016\nWith my mothaf**in' n***a DJ Chop\nWith the homie 2Pac\nBack up, Back up\nMotherf**ers are 2 Hot",
    "2pac - 2Pac, Eazy-E - Guess Who's Back lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac, Eazy-E]\nEazy!\nMakaveli!\nYeah!\nYeah n***a!\nYeah...\n[Hook x4: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac, Eazy-E]\nI'm back n***a!\n2Pac's back n***a!\n(Guess who's back!)\n[Verse 1: Eazy-E]\nAw yeah!\nI'm an evil motherf**er ready to tear sh** up\nI'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up\nSee, my momma she was warned when I was born\nThat a n***a like E should'a never been born\nToo late, big mistake in '72\nIt's 2015, and now they yell code blue\nGonna pay back n***as who did me wrong in the past\nMy days ain't long\nI'm comin' strong and fast\nDizzy spells, flashbacks in my head\nn***as ain't want me to bein' happy when I'm dead\nKnock up 8 n**s\nk** up 10 pigs\nInnocent f**ers are also dying too\nNow what else can I do?\nf**, f**, f** and plant my seeds\nLeavin' kids in this world like me\nThe lunatic psycho mutherf**a Eazy-E\n[Hook x4: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac, Eazy-E]\nI'm back n***a!\n2Pac's back n***a!\n(Guess who's back!)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac] \n\n\n\nBut I've been heavy in this game since '71\nThe world ain't ready 4 my mom duke celebrity son\nBut now they a** out, my sh**s so lethal making jealous n***as pa** out\nTo all my people who love the music on my last album\nI must a**ure you this is better get ya cash out\nOutlaw Immortal play the b**h and get your a** tossed\nRun up in motherf**as spots like I'm task force\nn***as is hoppin, but they ain't, jumpin' cuz they petrified\nYou can hold my clip, set it up and best believe it will get you high\n(yeah n***a)\nTo all the playaz on tha westside\nWe still be ballin' on these b**hes when the rest die\nTrying to maintain while my politics is bomb first\nGo on, curse, tradin' war stories, seein' who went wrong first\nRun with the brothers that love me, the ones that pull for me\nLife has so many rewards n***a\n(Guess who's back?)\nOutlaw Immortals!\n[Hook x8: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac, Eazy-E]\nI'm back n***a!\n2Pac's back n***a!\n(Guess who's back!)",
    "2pac - 2Pac, Eazy-E - Still Don't Give A f** lyrics": "[Hook: DJ Chop Up as Eazy-E]\nStraight out the cemetery\nBack from the dead\nEazy mothafukkin' E\n'Bout to bust f**in' lead\nChop Up & 2Pac\nBack up in the cut\n2016\nStill don't give a f**\nRoll in the Fo', slow, lookin for the hoes\nSmoke indo n***a [**record scratching**] out the window\nDowning our 40s, Clowning our shortys\nTha mothaf**in' E puttin it down for the homies\n[Bridge: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\n1 2 3 into the 4\n2 motherf**in' Pac with the Glock to your knot [x4]\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings\nThough I'm stressing keep a vest for protection\nFrom the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my n***as in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nothing separating us from a MAC-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, older\nStraight soldier, bucking at them bustas\nNo matter how you try, n***as never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply \n\n\n\nSee me striking down the block hitting corners\nMobbing like a motherf**er, living like I wanna\nAin't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways\nTHUG LIFE, motherf**er, crime pays\nLet the cops put they lights on, chase me, n***a\nZig-zagging through the freeway, race me, n***a\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherf**er that you ever saw\n[Hook: DJ Chop Up as Eazy-E]\nStraight out the cemetery\nBack from the dead\nEazy mothafukkin' E\n'Bout to bust f**in' lead\nChop Up & 2Pac\nBack up in the cut\n2016\nStill don't give a f**\nRoll in the Fo', slow, lookin for the hoes\nSmoke indo n***a [**record scratching**] out the window\nDowning our 40s, Clowning our shortys\nTha mothaf**in' E puttin it down for the homies\n[Bridge: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\n1 2 3 into the 4\n2 motherf**in' Pac with the Glock to your knot [x8]",
    "2pac - 2Pac, Hopsin - Da Glock Go Bam lyrics": "[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI ain't the one you wanna stand\nMy motherf**in Glock never jam\nDa Glock go bam!\nTo the po po get me if you can\nRollin in a drop top lamb\nDa Glock go bam!\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nSome say my criminal experience is legendary\nI do what's necessary\nn***as wanna see me buried\nWorried, if you comin' hurried\nI ain't goin' down, f** the world I'm a thug\nTell 'em can't nothin' stop me but a slug\nI went from drug dealin' to a shot caller\nFrom off the block, no longer rock\nAnd puttin' money in my pocket, nationwide baller\nb**h n***a I'm prepared to die, Before I fry\nI hit the weed so I be forever high\nMy eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee\nI open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed\nb**hes don't wanna see me leave, forever thuggin'\nTell 'em bury me a G on everything I love\nAnd f** the law cause the raw n***as ain't free\nThis picture's clear but we can't see, hahaha\nThis game is jealousy, Don't let 'em change\nThat's what they keep on tellin' me, motherf** the fame\n[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI ain't the one you wanna stand\nMy motherf**in Glock never jam\nDa Glock go bam!\nTo the po po get me if you can\nRollin in a drop top lamb \n\n\n\nDa Glock go bam!\n[Verse 2: Hopsin]\nBounce like a trampoline, thousands that's amped as me\nKids run up on your school campus slap a dean\nI grew up on baggy jeans, p**nographic nasty dreams\nMoral of my damn story life, isn't a happy scene\nWish I was stacking cream, wish I had a Lamborghini\nWish I had the cover on a Rolling Stones magazine\nI'm sick of the radio playing all these f*ggot teens\nKeep it real, show me something ill that I haven't seen\nFor ten years I've been working on ill flows\nAnd finally got a f**ing record deal and I'm still broke\nMan that's not common, bombs that I'm dropping\nAre dope, but all that I can afford is some top Ramen\nI notice that ya'll n***as like to dumb the stats\nI should stomp your a** out until your lungs collapse\nNo more corny cowabunga rap, we done with that\nIt's a rap, keep it up and get your tongue detached\nCome on\n[Hook x4: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI ain't the one you wanna stand\nMy motherf**in Glock never jam\nDa Glock go bam!\nTo the po po get me if you can\nRollin in a drop top lamb\nDa Glock go bam!\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nBAM!\nBAM!\nB-B-B-BAM!\nThe Glock go bam!\nBam!\nBAM!\nBAM!\nB-B-B-BAM!",
    "2pac - 2Pac, K. Prince - Only One Don lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac, K. Prince]\nKasinova! (Kas the don..)\n2Pac!\n('Bout to clear this whole sh** out..)\n[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac, K. Prince]\n2Pac to Kas, KPrince to 'Pac\nRraah\nRraah\nRraah\nOn your block\nIt don't stop\nThere ain't no motherf**in Don but me, Makaveli\nWith that THUG-LIFE tatted on my motherf**in' belly\n[Verse 1: K. Prince]\nThey shot my homie down in cold blood\nThe definition of a thug\nAin't no love if you dream of drus\nHypnotized by this thug living\nMy decisions got me feeling torn\nIt's like I'm born in my own prison\nFinesse a blunt as I focus on another spliff\nI hit the reefer as I start to think and reminisce\nMoney's the mission so my competitions sure to die\nAnd if these cowards want me dead I can picture why\nSend me to heaven, let me kick it with my dead homies\nSo I can tell him how he died when he bled on me\nI'll send regards to his family and friends\nI couldn't drown in my misery, I'm flossing my Benz\nI got them running to the drawing board\nAnother 9 hits song\nYou can't afford\nI got them paranoid shaking in there sneakers while they plotting on my riches\nTrying to do me in with some dirty game b**hes\n[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac, K. Prince]\n2Pac to Kas, KPrince to 'Pac \n\n\n\nRraah\nRraah\nRraah\nOn your block\nIt don't stop\nThere ain't no motherf**in Don but me, Makaveli\nWith that THUG-LIFE tatted on my motherf**in' belly\n[Verse 2:]\nThere's no way to survive in the city it's a shame\nn***as die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain\nWill I survive or will I die is what I wonder\nPuffin on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under\nGettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy\nGot my pistol out the window screamin', \"Lord come and get me\"\nAm I sick, or am I just another victim?\nUnloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em\nn***as die from automatic gunfire\nYour time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die\nWhen they bury me, they bury me a G\nRest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me\nI live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me\nNot to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game\nSo much pain in the fast lane, finally a dry eye\nWhen I die, bury me with my fo'-five\n[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac, K. Prince]\n2Pac to Kas, KPrince to 'Pac\nRraah\nRraah\nRraah\nOn your block\nIt don't stop\nThere ain't no motherf**in Don but me, Makaveli\nWith that THUG-LIFE tatted on my motherf**in' belly",
    "2pac - 2Pac's \u201cDear Mama\u201d lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nWhen I was young, me and my mama had beef\n17 years old, kicked out on the streets\nThough back at the time I never thought I'd see her face\nAin't a woman alive that could take my mama's place\nSuspended from school and scared to go home, I was a fool\nWith the big boys breaking all the rules\nI shed tears with my baby sister, over the years\nWe was poorer than the other little kids\nAnd even though we had different daddies, the same drama\nWhen things went wrong we'd blame mama\nI reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell\nHuggin' on my mama from a jail cell\nAnd who'd think in elementary, hey\nI'd see the penitentiary one day?\nAnd running from the police, that's right\nMama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside\nAnd even as a crack fiend, mama\nYou always was a black queen, mama\nI finally understand\nFor a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a man\nYou always was committed\nA poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it\nThere's no way I can pay you back, but the plan\nIs to show you that I understand\nYou are appreciated\n[Hook: Reggie Green & \"Sweet Franklin\" (w/ 2Pac)]\nLady, don'tcha know we love ya? (Dear mama)\nSweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated)\nSweet lady, don'tcha know we love ya?\n[Verse 2]\nNow ain't nobody tell us it was fair\nNo love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there\nHe pa**ed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger\nWouldn't let me feel for a stranger\nThey say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along\nI was looking for a father he was gone\nI hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold d**\nThey showed a young brother love\nI moved out and started really hangin' \n\n\n\nI needed money of my own so I started slangin\nI ain't guilty cause even though I sell rocks\nIt feels good putting money in your mailbox\nI love paying rent when the rent's due\nI hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you\nCause when I was low you was there for me\nAnd never left me alone because you cared for me\nAnd I could see you coming home after work late\nYou're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate\nYou just working with the scraps you was given\nAnd mama made miracles every Thanksgivin'\nBut now the road got rough, you're alone\nYou're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your own\nAnd there's no way I can pay you back, but my plan\nIs to show you that I understand\nYou are appreciated\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nPour out some liquor and I reminisce, cause through the drama\nI can always depend on my mama\nAnd when it seems that I'm hopeless\nYou say the words that can get me back in focus\nWhen I was sick as a little kid\nTo keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did\nAnd all my childhood memories\nAre full of all the sweet things you did for me\nAnd even though I act crazy\nI gotta thank the Lord that you made me\nThere are no words that can express how I feel\nYou never kept a secret, always stayed real\nAnd I appreciate how you raised me\nAnd all the extra love that you gave me\nI wish I could take the pain away\nIf you can make it through the night there's a brighter day\nEverything will be alright if you hold on\nIt's a struggle every day, gotta roll on\nAnd there's no way I can pay you back, but my plan\nIs to show you that I understand\nYou are appreciated",
    "2pac - 2Pac's \u201cHold Ya Head\u201d lyrics": "[Intro]\n[Prison in the background while 2Pac speaks]\nYo, Jackson! (A 231549)\nYeah, close four! Comin' down!\nCrichlow! (A 5991301)\nClose five! Comin' down!\n[2Pac]\nMy homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island\nAll the penitentiaries\nMumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon\nAll the political prisoners\nSan Quentin (who can save you).. all the jailhouses\nI'm with you\nYeah\nOne thug, one thug (How do we keep the music playing)\nYou're listenin to the sounds of one, thuuug\nOne thug, one thug (How do we get ahead)\nYou're listenin to the sounds of..\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nI wake up early in the mornin, mindstate so military\ns**ers fantasizin pictures of a young brother buried\nWas it me, the weed, or this life I lead\nIf daytime is for s**ers then tonight we breathe\nOut for all that, knowin that this world bring drawbacks\nLook how they shiver once I deliver these raw raps\nMeet me at the cemetery dressed in black\nTonight we, honor the dead, those who won't be back\nSo if I die, do the same for me, shed no tears\nAn Outlaw, thug livin in this game for years\nWhy worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm buried\nKnowin deep inside only a few love me\nCome rush me to the gates of heaven, let me picture for a while\nHow I lived for my days as a child; I wonder now\nHow do we outlast, always get cash\nStay strong if we all mash, hold ya head\n[Hook: Tyrone Wrice + 2Pac]\nHow do we keep the music playing (yes, you got to hold ya head)\nHow do we get ahead.. (hold your head!)\nToo many young black brothers are dying (yes, you got to hold ya head)\nLivin fast, too fast..\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nHahaha, yo\nThese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop\nCause these lawyers gettin money everytime they knock us\nSnatchin pockets lyrically, s**ers flea when they notice \n\n\n\nSwitched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game ghost\nExposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze\nNow s**ers idolize my, chosen blows\nAnd mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin\nGot a cell at the pen for me waitin \u2013 is this my fate?\nMiss me with that misdemeanor thinkin, me fall back?\nNever that, too much tequila drinkin, we all that\nMake them understand me? hell nah, this ain't my posse\nEveryone with me is family, cause everybody's got me\nWatch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin\nGot us all meetin up in prison..\nLast week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood\nSaying, \"Please show a playa love\" - hold ya head!\nHold it\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nThe weed got me tweakin in my mind, I'm thinkin..\nGod bless the child that can hold his own\nIndeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome\nLet these words be the last to my unborn seeds\nHope to raise my young nation in this world of greed\nCurrency means nothin if you still ain't free\nMoney breeds jealousy, take the game from me\nI hope for better days, trouble comes naturally\nRunning from authorities 'til they capture me\nAnd my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears\nUtilalize lessons learned from my childhood years\nMaybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head\nStraight converstions all night, bless the dead\nTo the homies that I used to have that no longer roll\nCatch a brother at the crossroads..\nPlus nobody knows my soul, watchin time pa**\nThrough the gla** of my drop-top Rolls, hold ya head!\n[Hook]\n[Outro (over hook)]\nNo matter how hard it get, feel me\nGet the weed, drink a drink, read a book\nWatch the stars, get some p**y, whatever..\n[Hook repeats to fade]",
    "2pac - 2pac's letter to Big Lock lyrics": "Big Lock!\nWhat The f** iz up wit ya my Homie!\nI Know It took me awhile 2 Reach back\n2 U but I'm sure U know how hectic\nTimez have Become lately, but just recognize\nThe fact that not a day pa**es that I\nDon't reminisse about that spot & the\nTrue & Fakez I came across. Az 4 me\nMy record sold 5 Million so I love it like that\nI'm tearin B.I.G. a new a**! :)\nI'm Doing a record now called ONE NATION\nIts a group album with me, greg nice, Buckshot\nSmiff & wesson, outkast, the outlaws, Scarface, & E40 \n\n\n\nIt'll be out in the late Summer. What Tapez\nU need? I'll try 2 get some new material\n2 U when i can. Stay on point, playa. Keep\nThe faith, sh** gets better Don't even Sweat\nThe b**h made n***as that try 2 Playa Hate\nMe becuz thy can't C me. Tell my Real\nDoggz my real true n***as \"One Love\"\nStay Alive! I got that gardener job\nWaiting 4 U and the benefitz R rerfect so\nWhen U get here I'm witcha! Let a n***a\nKnow what U Need!\nTHE WORLD IS OURZ\nWESTSIDE IV LIFE\n2PAC",
    "2pac - 2Pac's Tattoos lyrics": "A body map of 2Pac's tattoos, starting from the neck, working around and down to his back Neck:\n\u2022 Makaveli Chest:\n\u2022 2Pac\n\u2022 2 Die 4 Waist:\n\u2022 50 n***as\n\u2022 Thug Life Left Arm:\n\u2022 Black Panther Head\n\u2022 Burning Jesus on Cross\n\u2022 Only God Can Judge Me\n\n\n\n\n\u2022 Outlaw Right Arm:\n\u2022 West Side Skull\n\u2022 M.O.B\n\u2022 Heartless Skull\n\u2022 My only fear of d**h is coming back reincarnated\n\u2022 Notorious Back:\n\u2022 Boss Playaz Crown\n\u2022 f** the World\n\u2022 Exodus 18:31 Cross\n\u2022 Smile Now Mask\n\u2022 Cry Later Mask\n\u2022 Ballin",
    "2pac - 4 My n***az lyrics": "[2Pac]\nHaha, aight\nStorm, motherf**ers\nAin't really knowin' if you can flow or not\nSo, do this sh** like last time\n[Verse 1]\n[2Pac]\nHoller my name, n***a, you ridin' to scream\nMust be a thug with a heart to be a part of my team\nIt seems we got a problem\nWe ain't lettin' no women and the feminine side\nHas been denied time to give 'em a try\n[Storm]\nFinally made it, now focus\nNow who the dopest?\nThe brothers or the sisters\nI agree, it's a man's world, but why must n***as diss us\nI ain't tryin' to hear it, witness my thug spirit\n[2Pac]\nThey keep on screamin' 'b**hes'\n[Storm]\nCause n***as love to hear it\nCalled on my dawgs, cause they rowdy then a motherf**er\nI love you n***as like brothers, but don't f** with me\n[2Pac]\nOh bad now, look what we got\nMiss Billy Bada** runnin' round, packin' double Glocks, uh\nSo all you n***as be warned\nFrom the dusk til the dawn\nWe might trip, but I dare you tricks to f** around with Storm\nWe Outlawz\nI said it and meant it\nAnd when you see me live on TV\nIt's strictly representin'\nNow, let me hear you scream\n[Hook]\n[2Pac]\nThis is for my n***as\nOnly for my n***as\nFor my n***as\nLet me see you throw your hands up\n[Storm]\nThis is for my sistas\nOnly for my sistas\nFor my sistas\nLet me see you throw your hands up\nVerse 2\n[2Pac]\nNow when I say Pig\nYou say B-I-G\nWhen I say Bad Boy k**er\nThen you say me\nWhen I say Puffy is a punk, you scream word on my life\nI wrote this sh** while f**in' Big's wife \n\n\n\n[Storm]\nNow I been told that Lil Kim thinks she hot\n[2Pac]\nShe not\n[Storm]\nBetter get that additude adjusted 'fore I mash your spot\n[2Pac]\nPlus now Da Brat's trippin'\n[Storm]\nMust want an a** whippin'\n[2Pac & Storm]\nWe be the first ones to f** with you and Bad Boy, weak b**h\n[2Pac]\nBustin' through Brooklyn, lickin' my shots to Queens\nCause I'm lookin' for Little Shawn, that b**h a** fiend\nI made him scream like last year\nBest don't come to California, we don't want your busta a** here\n[Storm]\nWe outlaw, ryders, thugs til we die\nSistas get they groove on\n[2Pac and Storm]\nn***as gettin' high\n[2Pac]\nCall me a motherf**in' troublemaker\nSend me to jail\nBut watch me bust on LL\nNow let me hear you scream\n[Hook] (x3)\n[2Pac]\nThis is for the riders\nOnly for the riders\nFor the riders\nLet me see you throw your hands up\n[Storm]\nThis is for the riders\nOnly for the riders\nFor the riders\nLet me see you throw your hands up\n[2Pac]\nThis is for the b**hes\nOnly for the b**hes\nFor the b**hes\nLet me see you throw your hands up\n[Storm]\nThis is for them bustas\nOnly for them bustas\nFor them bustas\nLet me see you throw your hands up\n[2Pac]\nThis is for my n***as\nOnly for my sistas\nFor my riders\nLet me see you throw your hands up\n[2Pac]\nLook at it, did it\nWe up outta here\n2Pac and Storm\nOutlaw Immortalz\nd**h Row, west side\nTHUG LIFE, beyatch...",
    "2pac - 4 My n***az (He Vs. She) lyrics": "[2Pac]\nHaha, aight\nStorm, motherf**ers\nAin't really knowin' if you can flow or not\nSo, do this sh** like last time\n[Verse 1]\n[2Pac]\nHoller my name, n***a, you ridin' to scream\nMust be a thug with a heart to be a part of my team\nIt seems we got a problem\nWe ain't lettin' no women and the feminine side\nHas been denied time to give 'em a try\n[Storm]\nFinally made it, now focus\nNow who the dopest?\nThe brothers or the sisters\nI agree, it's a man's world, but why must n***as diss us\nI ain't tryin' to hear it, witness my thug spirit\n[2Pac]\nThey keep on screamin' 'b**hes'\n[Storm]\n'Cause n***as love to hear it\nCalled on my dawgs, 'cause they rowdy then a motherf**er\nI love you n***as like brothers, but don't f** with me\n[2Pac]\nOh bad now, look what we got\nMiss Billy Bada** runnin' round, packin' double Glocks, uh\nSo all you n***as be warned\nFrom the dusk til the dawn\nWe might trip, but I dare you tricks to f** around with Storm\nWe Outlawz\nI said it and meant it\nAnd when you see me live on TV\nIt's strictly representin'\nNow, let me hear you scream\n[Hook]\n[2Pac]\nThis is for my n***as\nOnly for my n***as\nFor my n***as\nLet me see you throw your hands up\n[Storm]\nThis is for my sistas\nOnly for my sistas\nFor my sistas\nLet me see you throw your hands up\nVerse 2\n[2Pac]\nNow when I say Pig\nYou say B-I-G\nWhen I say Bad Boy k**er\nThen you say me\nWhen I say Puffy is a punk, you scream word on my life\nI wrote this sh** while f**in' Big's wife \n\n\n\n[Storm]\nNow I been told that Lil Kim thinks she hot\n[2Pac]\nShe not\n[Storm]\nBetter get that additude adjusted 'fore I mash your spot\n[2Pac]\nPlus now Da Brat's trippin'\n[Storm]\nMust want an a** whippin'\n[2Pac & Storm]\nWe be the first ones to f** with you and Bad Boy, weak b**h\n[2Pac]\nBustin' through Brooklyn, lickin' my shots to Queens\n'Cause I'm lookin' for Little Shawn, that b**h a** fiend\nI made him scream like last year\nBest don't come to California, we don't want your busta a** here\n[Storm]\nWe outlaw, ryders, thugs til we die\nSistas get they groove on\n[2Pac and Storm]\nn***as gettin' high\n[2Pac]\nCall me a motherf**in' troublemaker\nSend me to jail\nBut watch me bust on LL\nNow let me hear you scream\n[Hook] (x3)\n[2Pac]\nThis is for the riders\nOnly for the riders\nFor the riders\nLet me see you throw your hands up\n[Storm]\nThis is for the riders\nOnly for the riders\nFor the riders\nLet me see you throw your hands up\n[2Pac]\nThis is for the b**hes\nOnly for the b**hes\nFor the b**hes\nLet me see you throw your hands up\n[Storm]\nThis is for them bustas\nOnly for them bustas\nFor them bustas\nLet me see you throw your hands up\n[2Pac]\nThis is for my n***as\nOnly for my sistas\nFor my riders\nLet me see you throw your hands up\n[2Pac]\nLook at it, did it\nWe up outta here\n2Pac and Storm\nOutlaw Immortalz\nd**h Row, west side\nTHUG LIFE, beyatch...",
    "2pac - 4 Tha Hustlas lyrics": "Too $hort:\nIf your a real hustler your sure to get rich\n[Hook]\nThis is for the hustlaaaas, come on\nThis is for the hustlaaaas, ohh\nThis is for the hustlaaaas, come on\nThis is for the hustlaaaas, ohh\nOhh, come on, come on\n[Verse 1: Too $hort]\nI make money like a motherf**er\nIt ain't no thang to me\n$hort Dog in the house spittin game with Breed\nAin't no bust partner, that's the third week\nI'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me\nHow the hell you think I get to ride a B-12?\nThe phone and TV ended with a green smell\nI went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down\n$hort Dog, my sh** is nation wide now\nYou can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop\nI ain't bull sh**tin make a mill when I rock\nThree players in the game and it's a major\nb**h you wanna get me better hit me on my pager\nToday I'm on the westcoast\nTommorrow I'm in Texas\nFlip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus\n$horty drop the ba** in the mix\nYou know what's next b**h\nI'm sure to get rich\n[Hook]\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nHaha\nI'd be the thuggin a** outlaw\nTil my f**in casket drops\nf** around and make me blast on these ba*tard cops\nThis is for the hustlaaaaas\nBelieve me coming stapped with the gat\nWhen you see me\nLabel me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin\nThug life motherf**er ain't no bull sh**tin\nBorn in these projects destined to fate\nCollecting mail on these broke b**hes\nSlanging that game\nNow sh** done changed\nIt ain't the the same\nI ain't lyin n***as are dyin \n\n\n\nThree strikes have you motherf**ers flyin\nIn the penatentary or in the cemetary\nGettin high no need to worry\nLast year n***as knockin up the block and in between shots\nPumpin tapes from that n***a Breed and Pac\nThis year bringin you the fix\nIncluding Ant Banks in the mix\nWe're sure to get rich\nStill I ride\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3: MC Breed]\nI'm a cold-hearted fool\nI mean a fool at heart, head strong\nAnd I won't be headed home if he falls apart\nConatact n***as like a part time\nWhen I ride the beat\nAin't no way to hide from the darkside\nMan of many mens till the very end\nAnd blend in and change my iden\nJust to mix up with the game\nThey know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name\nIt's mind over matter\nI don't mind, you don't matter\nPull a Glock and watch the whole block scatter\nAnd we can have us a gat to gat talk\nDo it old style and do a back to back walk\nCount to ten and say goodbye to your friends\nAnd we can put the bull sh** to an end\nI figure if he plays around he lays around\nAnd he's a motherf**er goner, call a corner when I'm around\nBodies are buried and found all around\nAnd parish and charish and thoughts just to be true\nPunk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya\nSo guard your girl and pickup your pistol\nCause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit\nThe sh** won't change as long as I'm alive\nI gotta survive and keep it tight\n[Hook]",
    "2pac - 5 Deadly Venomz lyrics": "(feat. Live Squad, Treach, Apache)\n(Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum n***a! Plaahahatinum.)\nYeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherf**er\nWe got my n***a Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherf**er\nMy n***a Apache up in this motherf**er\n[Verse One: Tupac]\nMy Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it\nTalkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blasted\nI had enough I put a hit upon them ba*tards\nBoo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket\nNow they after me, prowling for a n***az bucks\nTime to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts\nBuck buck, big up and livin reckless\nn***az with a d**h wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet this\nYeah this sh** is hyper\nTwo to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viper\nHuh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine\nRing the alarm, and strong arm must run\nSome n***az need to feel me with a pa**ion\nI'm old fashioned, run up on me n***a and get blasted\nWith five deadly venomz\n(Yeah 'Pac, f** that, still hittin em up with\nthat old deadly sh**. Aiyyo Treach where you at?\nStep up and hit they a** up with the wickedness.)\n[Verse Two: Treach]\nWe come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn\nto the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts\nStunk like funk c*nt\nI come to take you on a war rough and rugged route\nAnd if another doubts I blow your f**in mother out\nAnd that's the street scarred style\nI shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the b**h out\nSue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah\nPlus my style's ten to twenty f**in pounds more\nI take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin sh**\npickin pockets with a razor stoppin Russian rockets\nNot shoplift, I'm liftin shop\nOnce you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect ten\nmy sign is stop!\nIt's twenty mother-crooked-f**in styles in em\nLike women I did em I'm in for deadly ready venom\n[Verse Three: Live Squad]\nYeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big Mad\nTo put it on, can't none come tougher see\nI'm down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom!\nBreakin em down, I make em see their doom\nComing straight from the dome where I roam it's a job to\nrob and steal and runnin from the coppers\nWho hold a, boulder, turn the gun controller\nStarted from a punk now to be a high roller\nYoungest, reckless, crazy, disaster\nMac-11 blaster, and I run faster\nThan a lot of cops I can't be stopped till my head gets popped\nA lot of f**in bodies will drop\nIt's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood splatter\nI make you scatter, leavin trails of brains and bladders\nBlowin em out the frame with no shame\nGame tight, drop a body then get out of sight\nCount my loot after I shoot, leave my kicks up and it's \n\n\n\nsomething I don't wanna do, somethin that I never did\nI try to get him, I think I hit em, I lit him\nHe's out! A poison, a deadly venom\n(Yeah Mad, f** that! You know how we do.\nKnowhatI'msayin? Squad in effect, YG'z in effect.\nNow you know a n***a like me gotta represent)\n[Verse Four: Live Squad]\nOnce again, back to rip sh**, quick on the flip tip\nThe psycho, represent the real to take the mic flow\nDeadly, rock a head G, check the melody\nn***az can't touch me when I wreckin G you better flee\nCause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag\nSo n***a flip or take a trip in a body bag\nUhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped up\nYeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up\nNo joke, you be yolk, no matter how it sound\nWe're taking over eight n***az back to the stomping grounds\nLine em up single file, dome runnin in em\nA n***a hit em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom\n(n***a, yaknowhatI'msayin? f** that!\nI told you, we takin over, yo 'Pac.)\n[Verse Five: 2Pac]\nFive deadly venomz verse five be the livest\nStrugglin and strive, keep a nine in my waistline\nTake mine, you better bury me, G\nPunk a** n***az don't even worry me, see\nI got a glock that say 'Pac run the block\nf** the cops cause my gauge gets me... PAID\nAs I sit and reminesce about the old days\nHugging on my AK, f** getting played, hey\nI say n***az need to get they mind right\nUntil they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tight\nNow it's on everday could be my last day\nThat's why I blast on they a** as I past let the gla** spray\nFirst you had a mouth full of fronts\nNow you're mouth's full of chunks, Pac's out puffin blunts\nDeadly venomz\n(Hahaha, yeah pa** that sh** over here.\nApache bout to clean sh** up.)\n[Verse Six: Apache]\nThrow up your middle finger! Start the track for the maniac\nOnly thing I'm givin out is black donuts and dirty backs\nLet me tell how you rough I get\nI pop sh** behind your back get in your face and pop the same sh**\nYou can't get in because my gate's bigger I'ma snake n***a\nMy act guards me so hard I pull the f**in trigger\nI'm a section to clinch your porch is like a pinch\nTest a rhyme I'll knock your hairline back an inch\nf**in up pooh-bu*ts, cut em like cold cuts\nChoke em with my boot lace, then leave em hangin like old nuts\nClip up and move out, time to get em\nThat's the results of f**in with the fifth venom in denim\n(Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin?\nFive motherf**in deadly venomz, in effect for ninety-three\nninety-four ninety-five all that other sh**.\nWe takin this motherf**er over this larger hit.\nYaknowhatI'msayin? Follow us, come along. YaknowhatI'msayin?\nWe takin this motherf**er over. TRUST. We out.)",
    "2pac - 5 Shotz lyrics": "[Intro: 2pac]\nWhere the f** do these n***as live where all this sh** be goin' down?\nYou want to know how I did this sh**? You want to know how real my sh** is?\nn***a, go read the mothaf**in' newspaper, you trick-a** n***a\n[Verse 1: 2pac]\nHow many broke-down rappers got some sh** to say?\nI sit and strategize, in due time, them b**hes pay\nPlus all day, I puff weed till my eyes bleed red\nUndercover tactics, leave my enemies dead\nCheck this, I know you n***as got no love for me\nBut how the f** your whole clique turn to thugs, homie?\nLike misdemeanors, it's a small thang\nYou n***as ain't ready for war, let my balls hang\nBust it, I took apart your whole crew, lack heart, I ain't concerned\nI bust at Bad Boy, Mobb Deep and murder The Firm\nWhen you scream \"Fake thugs,\" who the f** you mean?\nGet more cream than all of y'all, n***a, f** your team\nNow Dre want to switch sides, tricks hide in war\nLast year, I shed tears, but I don't cry no more\nPlus Jay-Z tried to play me, won't last long\nGo ask King Sun how it feel to have your a** gone\nListen Doo-Wop, don't get your sh** knocked, you can't win\nTell 'em all to let the games begin, we havin' war games\nYeah n***a, y'all n***as can't fade this sh**\nGot shot 5 times, got out of jail on bail\nAnd sold 5 million\n[Hook: 2pac]\nI'm a self-made millionaire! \n\n\n\nThug livin', out of prison\nPistols in the air\n(Background while Chorus:\nSold more records then all you trick muthaf**az put together\nMore then the Firm, more then Bad Boy, murder Mobb Deep)\n5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled (3x)\n(3rd time parallel:) Now I'm back to set the record straight\nWith my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate (love to hate, love to hate)\n[Verse 2:]\n[? 4 different Rappers, but not 2Pac]\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3: 2pac]\nFirst off, f** your b**h and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player but I f**ed your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, n***as f**ed for life\nPlus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-a** b**hes\nWe keep on coming while we running for your j**els\nSteady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\nYou know the rules\nLittle Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\nCut your young a** up, leave you in pieces\nNow be deceased\nLittle Kim, don't f** around with real G's\nQuick to snatch your ugly a** off the streets\nSo f** peace\nI'll let them n***as know it's on for life\nSo let the Westside ride the night\nBad Boys murdered on wax and k**ed\nf** with me and get your caps peeled\nYou know\n[Hook]\n[Outro: 2pac]\n[?]",
    "2pac - 6PAC lyrics": "[Verse]\nLately all y'all n***as been acting real subtle\nTalking bout \"Lammy ain't the same\"\nCause I chose another way from \"the wave\"\nBoy I still got game\nn***a ain't nothing change but the huddles\nIt's funny how the people say they love you\nBut they ain't really there when it's trouble\nAnd they don't never see when you struggle\nTil a blood n***a bleed\nOr a crip n***a crumble\nThat's why i gotta go and get my cheese on a double\nIn case these burger n***as try greasing you out the shuttle\nFor wanting to be above you\nAnd you know when the pain rain tears\nMother f**ers start playing in the puddle\nBut f** it I'm prepared for the rain though\nBrand new Tommy Hil rain coat\nn***as talking all that sh**, tell em come to the 646\n(But your phone is off)\nRiding through the hood\nRiding all day\nIt's the B to the R\nTo the double O. K \n\n\n\nAnd you know we never LY\nN we coming yo way\nWhen you look us in the eye\nWhat the f** you gonna say?\nWe done got n***as lined just for stepping on the jays\nBrett Favre feeling, with the fade\nBret Hart feeling, with the shades\nn***as claiming that they real?\nYeah I think they really fake\nIf you n***as wasn't pinching in for the steak\nWhy the f** you n***as think you eating off the plate?\nIt be the same little n***as from your home that'll change\nMan I thought spreading love was the way\nBut f** it man\n[Chorus]\nI'm still putting on for the state\n11208\nf** n***as always wanna talk\nBroke n***as always wanna hate\nMan I find it kinda weird\nThat these n***as wanna shake\nBut these n***as never wanna pop\nBandana tied around my face\nGot a n***a feeling like he Pac\nThug Life n***a!\n(Skit from 2pac in the movie juice)",
    "2pac - A Boy from Nowhere lyrics": "The nights grow cold\nMy search for gold is leading nowhere\nWhichever lonely road I take\nIt seems to go nowhere\nIt's a fight to survive just until tomorrow\nHow can I display what I know I'm worthy of\nWhen they turn me away The doors are closed to such as I\nA boy from nowhere\nBut not to those who merely buy the right to go where\nThey'll be met with respect, not humiliation\nA man's place on earth\nI have come to realize is decided by birth So what's the future\nNo matter where I go\nI will still belong in Andalusia\nWhere we don't know where\nThe next penny's coming from\nSomething's wrong I'm bound to Spain, I won't remain\nA boy from nowhere\nThere has to be a place for me\nAnd I must go there\nI don't fantasize, unlike a million others \n\n\n\nWho must bow and scrape\nFor my one means of escape\nIs to flourish a cape I'll fight all odds\nAnd fight the Gods if they oppose me\nI have to win, I won't give in\nNo one who knows me would expect me to fail\nFor the want of trying\nNot a man alive\nHad to beg or steal or fight\nMore than me to survive So what's the future\nNo matter where I go\nI will still belong in Andalusia\nWhere good, honest men grow weak\nAnd the rich grow strong\nSomething's wrong Another dawn, another boy\nA boy from nowhere\nMy destiny will guarantee\nAnd I must go there\nIt's a fight to survive just until tomorrow\nOne more mouth to feed\nAnd the way things are 'round here\nThat's the last thing they need",
    "2pac - A Crooked n***a Too lyrics": "[Intro]\nYeah n***a\nYo Pac (That's right)\nYo, I heard you got beat up by the police\nGot a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah)\nn***az just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked a** n***a sh**\n[2pac Verse 1]\nPlease tell me what's a n***a to do and it's true\nAin't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through\nNow first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed\nA loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip\nOne motherf**er from the underground\nAnd Big Stretch buckin' n***az if they f** around\nYo, why ya'll got beef with police?\nAin't that a b**h them motherf**ers gotta beef with me\nThey make it hard for me to sleep\nI wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep\nI guess it's hard for you to see\nBut now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherf**ers blamin' me\nI got the right to bear a pistol\nAnd when them punk motherf**ers get to trippin' I got sh** too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\n[Chorus]\nIt's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nIt's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!\nYou can't f** with the crew, a crooked n***a too\n[2pac Verse 2]\nYou know you really can't say that you blame n***az\nf** bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz\n2pac'll spark a revolution, f** the constitution\nI want my bucks for restitution\nThis time you got a bigger problem\nTime to face the n***as from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem\nAnd we ain't shootin' at eachother (f** no), that's a motherf**in' brother\nSo save two, run for cover\nAnd other b**hes from the clan\nCome feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and \n\n\n\nI don't drink St. Ides (f** that!)\nGenuine draft ganja ganja and my f**in' Tec-9\nThey know their scared to see us sober (awwwww)\nCobra - And n***az will take the world over\nIt's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (f** that)\nI'll be a crooked n***a too\n[Chorus]\nIt's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nIt's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!\nYou can't f** with the crew, a crooked n***a too\n[2pac Verse 3]\nPardon me, ?? has been God and try me\nI'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G\nThey got my homies in a jail cell\nNow it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell\nI got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers\nAnd nothing but love for eachother\nSo motherf**er make a motion\nI give a f**, slice you up, and throw your a** in the ocean\nTemperatures drop\nSee it's cool to shoot a n***a but they hate it when we pop the cops\nThat's when they gettin' petrol\nYou better watch your step or you'll be left on d**hrow\nBut I learned to look ahead of me\nStay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy\nWe blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't f** with the crew\nA crooked n***a too\n[Chorus]\nIt's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nIt's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!\nYou can't f** with the crew, a crooked n***a too",
    "2pac - A Crooked n***a Too (raphael Saadiq Remix) lyrics": "Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police\nGot a big fat lawsuit and everything\nn***az just wanna know\nif you still gon' be on some crooked-a** sheeeit\n[2Pac]\nPlease tell me what's a n***a to do, and it's true\nAin't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through\nNow first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed\nA loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip\nOne motherf**er from the Underground\nAnd Big Stretch buckin n***az if they f** around\nYo why I got beef with police?\nAin't that a b**h that motherf**ers got a beef with me\nThey make it hard for me to sleep\nI wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep\nI guess it's hard for you to see\nBut now I'm pointin the finger at police\ninstead of them motherf**ers blamin me\nI got the right to bear a pistol\nAnd when the punk motherf**ers get to trippin I got sh** too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth (hell yeah)\nBut until then, I gotta do what I do\nand stay a crooked n***a too\n[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]\nI've got to do, what I'm gon' do\nI'm gon' say what I'm gon' say\nI'm gon' live how I live - how else you want a n***a to live?\nI'm gon' do, what I do\nI'm gon' say, what I say\nI'm gon' live how I live - how do you want a n***a to live?\n[2Pac]\nY'know you really can't say that ya blame n***az\nf** bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers\n2Pac'll spark a revolution, f** the Constitution\nI want my bucks for restitution\nThis time you got a bigger problem\nTime to face the n***az from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem\nAnd we ain't shootin at each other \n\n\n\nThat's my motherf**in brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover\nAnd all the b**hes from the Klan\nCome feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and\nI don't drink St. Ides (f** that!)\nGenuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my f**in tec-9\nThey know they scared to see us sober\nStop drinkin King Cobra, and n***az'll take the world over\nIt's all up to you (up to you)\nBlame the Korean, blame the j**, or be a crooked n***a too\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\nAiyyo! Why me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me\nI'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G\nThey got my homies in a jail cell\nAnd it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell\nI got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers\nAnd nuttin but love for each other\nSo motherf**er make a motion\nI give a f**, slice you up, and throw your a** in the ocean\nTemperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a n***a\nbut they hate it when we pop the cops\nThat's when they gettin petrol\nYou better watch your step or you'll be left on d**h row\nBut I learn to look ahead of me\nStay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy\nWe blowin up precincts and OOOH\nYou can't f** with the crew, of crooked n***a too\n[Chorus]\n[Raphael Saadiq]\nIt's the coldest town from here to Georgia\n(I'm a crooked n***a too)\nIt's the coldest town from here to Georgia\nIt's the coldest town from here to Georgia\n(I'm a crooked.. crooked n***a too)\nIt's the coldest town from here to Georgia\nY'all gon' stop f**in with me\n[Chorus - repeat to fade]",
    "2pac - A Day In The Life lyrics": "(Ray Tyson)\nPostal border was makin' me mad\nSo I get up in my cruiser, broke out of the pad\nRolled to the West Side to check out my boys\nTwenty brothers in the park, all bringin' the noise\nStepped out the car, Levi's saggin'\nGold around my neck with my limb-walk laggin'\nWalked up on my boys with the old E chillin'\nThe box with the big beats and my boys started illin'\nA hoop game started so I jump in\nHad the hoods' toughest team so I just had to win\nDiz to the outside, 2Pac up the center\nA ten minute game and we were the winners\nThe boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and\ntill he see my posse and the s**ers started backin'\nTried to say we cheat, because he got beat\nAnother lightweight s**er that can handle defeat\nPeople wonder why I choose to live the hype\nIt's not to understand, it's just a day in the life\nKick it - it's just a day in the life\n(2Pac)\nFinally I'm on vacation and school is through\nSo here I am, on Monday mornin' with nothin' to do\nTried to get outta my bed, but I can't move\nYa see I'm stuck to my matress like crazy glue\nSo there I lay, for half the day just thinkin'\nGot up to brush my teeth cause my breath started stinkin'\nBut I was all alone so it wasn't no thing\nGot up to take a shower and heard the phone ring\nPicked it up, the salutations, little bit frustrations\nWho could be disturbin' me on my vacation?\nSpeakin' on the phone in an aggravatin' tone\nNow I know what Michael meant by leave me alone\nSo I'm askin' who is it? and the answer shocks me\nIt was the voice of my homeboy Roc-T\nHim and Dizzy had been waitin' for me\nHad a show at three and now I'm late as can be\nSaid I have to take a shower, I'll go ahead and take it\nIf I leave within the hour, I still might make it\nI'm rollin' in a sweatsuit, wasn't tryin' to get cute\nHopped on to the stage and said: \"Sorry that I kept you\"\nI started rappin', girls started clappin'\nCouldn't wait to finish so I could start mackin'\nJumped off stage, picked up the girl for the night\nHuh, that's how I'm livin', a day in the life, come on\nA day in the life\n(Ray Tyson)\nStretch white limo hits the colessium\nA crowd full of people sayin: \"I can't wait to see him\"\nWho is in the limo, who are they talkin' about?\n\n\n\nStrictly Dope in the house, hear to turn the party out\nWe get out the car and can barely stand\nCause everywhere I look are screamin' fans\nGirls on my tip but I really don't sweat 'em\nThey'll tear my new clothes if your bodygurad'll let 'em\nHit backstage with two minutes to spare\nJust enough time to grip a breath of fresh air\nWe hear the introduction, the audience is loud\nI stepped out on the stage and then I moved the crowd\nWinners all over, we tried to leave the scene\nbut there's a whole crowd of people at the limousine\nPen and paper in my face, I couldn't be mean\nSo I was signin' autographs at the age of seventeen\nPeople wonder why I choose to live the hype\nIt's not hard to understand, it's just a day in the life\nKick it - it's a day in the life\nKick it, kick it, kick it\n(2Pac)\nCoolin' with my posse at the neighborhood disco\nTalkin' to a cutie as I'm sippin' on my cisco\nAskin' me to dance but I keep on sayin' \"No\"\nHate to dance fast, I only like to do it slow\nDizzy's on the dance floor, funky, funky motion\nGirl keeps on sweatin' me with s**ual kind of totions\nRoc is signin' autographs makin' girlies dizzy\nCrowd sweatin' Strictly Dope cause we're gettin' busy\ns**ers wanna battle us, we move in silence\nStrictly Dope is positive, we're tryin' to stop the violence\nStarted feel tipsy, I'm lookin' for the door\nThe Cisco had me dizzy, I stumbled to the floor\nAnd more I try to sit up, the less I seem to get up\nMy stomach starts to turn and my head feels wit' up\nThe room begins to spin, I pa** out for the night\nJust another way of livin' a day in the life, kick it\n(Ray Tyson & 2Pac)\nKnew I was a genius, soon as you seen this\nAvoid hoe's value, don't have to redeem this\nTeenage terror, no room for error\nA girl start dissin', and I SCARE HER!!\nRisin' like inflation on your favorite station\nRap is my forte and my recreation\nGirls wanna kiss me, s**ers wanna diss me\nMy mother didn't want me to be, but I'ma emcee\nThe ladies desire, emcees admire\nThat's why many hate me and call me liar\nHoods of the hype-tip, girls on the ill-trip\nI'm through rockin' this whack, so that's it\nI am the high type, my style is so right\nIt's not hard to understand, it's just a day in the life\n",
    "2pac - A Different Love lyrics": "I remember when you were lost\nand your soul was in the wind\nIt was at this awkward moment\nthat you and I become friends\nBut then your soul was found\nand you discovered celibacy \n\n\n\nBut with this you forgot about me\nand our bond was a memory\nAnd now I seyou u felt it\nthat bond we made before\nI pray to God it stands\nand severs never more",
    "2pac - A Love Unspoken lyrics": "What of a love unspoken? Is it weaker without a name?\nDoes this love deserve 2 exist without a title\nbecause I dare not share its name\nDoes that make me cruel and cold\n2 deny the world of my salvation\nbecause I chose 2 let it grow \n\n\n\nPeople tend 2 choke\nthat which they do not understand\nWhy shouldn't I be weary\nand withhold this love from MAN\nWhat of a love unspoken\nno one ever knows\nBut this is a love that lasts\nand in secrecy it grows",
    "2pac - A River That Flows Forever lyrics": "{*singing in other language*}\n[Danny Glover - over singing]\nWhen your hero falls from grace, all fairy tales are uncovered\nMyth exposed and pain magnified, the grace pays uncovered\nHe told me to be strong, but I confused to see you so weak\nYou say never to give up, and it hurts to see you welcome defeat\nWhen your hero falls so league the stars, and so does the perception of tomorrow\nWithout my hero, there's only me alone, to deal with my sorrow\nYour heart ceases to work, and your soul is not happy at all\nWhat are you expected to do, when your only hero falls \n\n\n\n[Afeni Shakur - over singing]\nAs long as some suffer, the river flows forever\nAs long as there is pain, the river flows forever\nAs strong as a smile can be, the river will flow forever\nAnd as long as you are with me, we'll ride the river together..\n..And as long as you are with me, we'll ride the river together\n[Singing - over chanting]\nWe'll ride.. the river together, as long as.. you are with me\nThe river.. will flow forever, as long as.. you are with me\nThe river.. will flow forever, as long as.. you are with me",
    "2pac - A River That Flows Forever (Poem) lyrics": "As long as some suffer\nThe River Flows Forever\nAs long as there is pain\nThe River Flows Forever\nAs strong as a smile can be \n\n\n\nThe River Will Flow Forever\nAnd as long as u R with me\nwe'll ride the River Together",
    "2pac - A young heart with an old soul lyrics": "How can there be peace?\nHow can I be in the depths of solitude\nWhen there are two inside of me?\nThis duo in me causes the perfect opportunity \n\n\n\nTo learn and live twice as fast\nAs those who accept simplicity...",
    "2pac - African Queen lyrics": "yeah, yeah, you are my african queen, oooh lord, oooh lord\njust like the sun, lights up the earth, you light up my life\nthe only one, I've ever seen with a smile so bright\nand just yesterday, you came around my way\nand changed my whole scenery with your astonishing beauty\noh, you coulda make a brother sing,\nyou ordinary thing, a supernatural being,\nI know you are just brighter than the moon\nBrighter than the star, I love you just the way you are.\nCHORUS\nand you are my African Queen, the girl of my dreams.\nyou take me where I've never been\nyou make my heart go ting-a-ling-a-ling, oh ahh\nyou are my African Queen, the girl of my dreams\nand you remind me of a thing\nand that is the African beauty yahhh\nyahh oooo you are my african queen, oh lord, oo lord hmm\nout of a million you stand as one\nthe outstanding one\nI look into your eyes, girl what I see is paradise,\nyeah you captivated my soul, now everyday I want you more o o oo\nHow can I deny this feeling I'm feeling inside\ney no one can never take your place, \n\n\n\ncan never take your space,\nthats a fact I cannot erase\nand you, you are the one that makes me smile\nmake me float like a boat upon the nile.\noooo ooooo yaahhh oooo\nyou are my african queen and I know, oh yes I know hhn\nyou are my african queen and I know, see I know\nSee I know what I am feeling in my heart and in my soul\noh I know that it is love\nAnd I know that this love was surely sent from up above\nCause you're the only one I think of\nyou are my african queen\nand I know that this means that you're the only one that I will serve\nI'll give you my heart, my love, my body and my money\nEvery other thing you think of\nWho could think of anything better than you\nWho could think of ever hurting you\nSacrifice my all, I'll give it all to you\ncause you ar my african queen\nfor REAL\nSo black, so beautiful\nI love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, munyemo, I love you, I love you, I love\nyou, munyemo, I love you, I love you, ooohhh yeah, my African Queen, I\nlove you, I love you.",
    "2pac - Against All Odds lyrics": "21 gun salute\nOne love\nOne thug\nOne nation\n21 gun salute\nDressed in fatigues\nBlack jeans and boots\nDisappear in the crowd\nAll you seen was troops\nThis little n***a named nas\nThink he live like me\nTalk about how he left the hospital\nTook five like me\nYou living fanatasies n***a\nI reject your deposit\nWe shook dre punk a**\nNow we out of tha closet\nMobb deep wonder why a n***a blowed em out\nNext time grown folks talkin'\nn***a close your mouth\nPeep me\nI take this war sh** deeply\ndone seen too many real n***az fall\nTo let you b**h n***as beat me\nPuffy, lets be honest\nYou a punk\nOr you would see me with gloves\nRemember that sh** you said in vibe\nAbout me being a thug\nYou can tell tha n***az you roll with\nWhatever you want\nBut, you and i know\nWhats going on\nPay back\nI knew you b**h n***as from way back\nWitness me strapped with macs\nKnew i wouldn't play that\nAll you old rappers trying to advance\nIts all over now\nTake it like a man\nn***as looking like\nLarry holms flabby and sick\n(lookat de la soul!)\nTrying to playa hate on my sh**\nBig, eat a fat dick\nLet it be known this is how you made me\nLove it how i got you n***as crazy'\nChorus\nOnly my true mutha-f**as know\nThis be the realist sh** i ever wrote\nAgainst all odds\nUp In the studio\nGetting blowed\nto tha truest sh** i ever spoke\n21 gun salute\nI heard he was light skined, stocky\nWith a haitian accent\n(say his name, now)\nJewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing\n(whats his name)\nListen while i take you back\n(n***a, say his name!)\nAnd lace this rap\nA real live tale\nAbout a snitch named hatian jack\nKnew he was working for the feds\n(i knew it!)\nSame crime different trail\nn***as picture what he said\n(snitch)\nAnd did i mention\nPromised a payback\nTill he hits me\nIn due time\nI knew you b**h n***as was listening\nThe world is mine\nSet me up\nWet me up\nn***as stuck me up\n(i'm back, i'm baaack)\nHeard the guns bust\nBut you tricks never shut me up\nTouch one of mine\n\n\n\nOn everything i own\nI'll destroy everything you touch\nPlay the game n***a\nAll out warfare\nEye for an eye\nLast words to a b**h n***az\nWhy you lie?\nNow you gotta watch your back n***a\nWatch your front\nHere we come gunshots to deck\nNow you stuck\nf** the rap game n***a\nn***a this m.o.b\nSo believe me\nWe enemies\nI go against all odds\n(trick made n***as, ain't no peers)\nPuffy getting robbed like a b**h.\nTo hide that fact,\nHe did some sh** he shouldn't of did.\n(you know what)\nSo he ride for that\nAnd that n***a that was with me,\nResting dead,\nSwitching sides,\nGuess his new friends wanted him dead.\nProbably be murdered for this sh** that i said\nI bring the real n***a.\nBe a legend breathing or dead.\nLord, listen to me.\nGod don't like ugly,\nIt was written.\nYo nas, your whole damn style is bitten.\n(you sound like rakim, man)\nYou heard my melody,\nRead about my life in the papers.\nAll my run ins with authorities(trick!),\nFelonious capers (punk!)\nNow you want to live my life.\nSo what's a ha**a, nas.\nn***as that don't rhyme right,\nSeen too many movies.\nLoad him up against the wall,\nClose his eyes.\nSince you lie, you die. goodbye!\nLet the real live n***as hear the truth from me.\nWhat would you do if you was me.\nAgainst all odds\n21 gun salute\nOne love to my true thug n***as\n(outlaw, outlaw!)\n21 gun salute to my n***as that died in the line of duty\nRepresent to the fullest,\nBeing souljas with military minds that played the rules of the game.\n21 gun salute\nI salute you my n***as.\nStay strong - i ride for you, i rhyme for you,\nI roll for you, it's all for you.\nTo all you b**h made n***as - i'm comin for you\nAgainst all odds.\nI don't care who the f** you is, n***a.\nYou touch me, i'm at you.\nI know you motha f**as didn't think i forgot.\nHell nah i ain't forgot n***a, i just remembered what you told me.\nSaid don't go to war unless my money right.\nAight, i got my money right, now i want war.\n",
    "2pac - Ain't Hard 2 Find lyrics": "(feat. B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich, E-40)\n[Tupac] They say\n[Intro/Chorus:]\n[B-Legit]\nInfluenced by crime, addicted to grindin\n[C-Bo]\nWhere I can pile up my chips\n[Richie Rich]\nAnd n***az call me a timer\n[Tupac]\nI been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin\n[E-40]\nMan, you motherf**ers don't know nuttin about no timin\n[Tupac] That's right, that's right boy start that sh** off\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nI heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized\nPictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried\nBut that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted\nLike I no longer existed, mysteriously missin\nAlthough I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find\nWhy I spend most of my time on California crime\nWatching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin\nPuttin a bullet in mutherf**ers give me a reason\nSee me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded\nYou tried to play me now homicide is my only payment\nI'm addicted to currency in this life I lead\nWhy the f** you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G\nFor the life of me, I cannot see\nHow motherf**ers picture livin life after a night of f**in around with me\nAnd if you don't like this rhyme\nthen bring your big bad a** to California, cause we ain't hard to find\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit]\nI got my locs on hard hat goin to war\nBreakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights\nWatch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers\nAnd get to dumpin on they a**, like the last outlaws\nRich, Tupac and the Click, smokin blunts, loadin clips\nWith enough sh** to raise your block in one dip\nWe bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt\nAnd we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick\nI'm fully automatic full of static and sh**\nMovin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip\nI'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the back\nI'm plan to have a motherf**erin mint in this rap\nI'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O\nWhere sellin narcotics is all I know\nI got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind\nAnd if you need a motherf**er I ain't hard to find\nSome may call me Bootsy, but I call it timin \n\n\n\nThat's while I keeps on grindin (that's right)\nto the point where a n***a can't stop\nToo much feelin this sh**, that's why I'm quick to peel a b**h\nWhether it's a n***a or a hoe, a hoe\nget in my way, then that a** gots to go\nCause a n***a steady plottin\nI serves hit for hit, and motherf**ers keep droppin\n[Chorus]\n[Tupac] C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich\n[E-40] Da Bay, beitch!\n[Verse Three: E-40, Richie Rich]\nDown the steps\nAbandonded broken down apartment complex\nHeavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary\nPlayboy, what the f** is the proof without the drama play\nn***a, what the f** you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate\nBest shake and bake although mine was first to ask n***az\nMotherf**ers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask n***az\nThreaten your life, ain't like you love him\nBury your thoughts, take his head f** him have at him\nCheck this out\nI grew up with that n***a, threw up with that n***a\nI hear he tryin to ride, double-edgin for the other side\nBut now, my glock be so judgemental\nBack seat of a rental keep my name out your dental\nn***a, if your gum bleedin, and you needin\nmo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem b**hes\nSideways to the race\nHeavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same\nn***a, and we ain't hard to find\n[Tupac] Hell nah we ain't hard to find\n[C-Bo] The whole clickilation fool\n[E-40] Motherf**ers hard to find, right here b**h\n[Tupac]\nWhy them n***az actin like they can't find us\nlike like they can't see us and\nlike we don't be at the same spots they be at\nIt's the same congregation, Young Pac is back\nYouknowhatImean?\n[C-Bo] n***a be lookin all the way when he see you and sh**\nIt's a celebration, Young Pac is back\n[E-40] Motherf**ers better understand this sh**\n[Tupac]\nAy D-Shot n***a can we get paid man?\nCan we just go there and sock this sh** up?\nHey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine\nDrinkin and sh**, f**in with some hurricane\n[E-40] A motherf**er's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa\n[Tupac] You suPPOSED to\nSideways to the next light...\n",
    "2pac - Airplanes (Tupac Thug Theory Remix) lyrics": "[Hook: Hayley Williams]\nCan we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?\nI could really use a wish right now\nWish right now, wish right now\nCan we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?\nI could really use a wish right now\nWish right now, wish right now\n[Verse 1: 2Pac- Hold on Be Strong lyrics mix]\nThere's, never a good day\nCause in my hood they\nLet they AK's pump strays where the kids play\nMy homies dyin' 'fore they get to see they birthdays\nThese is the worst days\nSometimes it hurts to pray\nAnd every Halloween\nCheck out the murder scene\nCan't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen\nAnd even God turned his back on the ghetto youth\nI know that ain't the truth\nSometimes I look for proof\nI wonder if heaven got a ghetto\nAnd if it does\nDoes it matter if you blood or you cuz\nRemember how it was\nAnd facin me now, what do I do?\nThese thangs that a Thug goes through\nAnd still I rise\nSo keep ya head up\nAnd even though I had\nPain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start\nSo keep ya head up\nAnd make ya mind strong\nIt's a struggle every day...\nDear Lord can you hear me!!\n[Hook: Hayley Williams]\nCan we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?\nI could really use a wish right now\nWish right now, wish right now\nCan we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?\nI could really use a wish right now\nWish right now, wish right now\n[Verse 2: 2Pac - Thugz Mansion]\nA place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind\nSo much pressure in this life of mine\nI cry at times, I once contemplated suicide\nAnd would've tried, but when I held that 9\nAll I could see was my mama's eyes\nPicture me inside the misery of poverty\nNo man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived\nNo one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble\nNot knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you\nPrayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on\nMe and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on\nWe found a family spot to kick it\nWhere we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick sh**\nA spot where we can smoke in peace\nAnd even though we G's\nWe still visualize places that we can roll in peace\nAnd in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast \n\n\n\nI got a spot for us all so we can ball, at thug's mansion\n[Hook: Hayley Williams]\nCan we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?\nI could really use a wish right now\nWish right now, wish right now\nCan we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?\nI could really use a wish right now\nWish right now, wish right now\n[Bridge: Eminem]\nAnd it seems like yesterday, it was just a dream\nBut those days are gone, they're just memories\nAnd it seems like yesterday, it was just a dream\nBut those days are gone\n[Verse 3: Eminem]\nLet's pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen\nLet's pretend things would've been no different\nPretend he procrastinated, had no motivation\nPretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin\nThey could blow away with the wind\n\"Marshall you're never gonna make it\nMakes no sense to play the game\nThere ain't no way that you'll win\"\nPretend he just stayed outside all day\nAnd played with his friends\nPretend he even had a friend to say was his friend\nAnd it wasn't time to move\nAnd schools weren't changin' again\nHe wasn't socially awkward and just strange as a kid\nHe had a father and his mother wasn't crazy as sh**\nAnd he never dreamed he could rip stadiums\nAnd just lazy as sh**\nf** a talent show in the gymnasium, b**h\n\"You won't amount to sh**, quit daydreamin', kid!\nYou need to get your cranium checked\nYou're thinking like an alien, it just ain't realistic\"\nNow pretend they ain't just make him angry with this sh**\nAnd there was no one he could even aim when he's pissed at\nAnd his alarm went off to wake him\nBut he didn't make it to the Rap Olympics\nSlept through his plane and he missed it\nHe's gon' have a hard time explaining to Hailie and Lainey\nThese food stamps and this WIC sh**\n\u2018Cause he never risked sh**, he hoped and he wished it\nBut it didn't fall in his lap\nSo he ain't even here, he pretends that\u2026\n[Hook: Hayley Williams]\nAirplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars....\nI could really use a wish right now\nWish right now, wish right now\nCan we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?\nI could really use a wish right now\nWish right now, wish right now",
    "2pac - Album Intro lyrics": "[Reporter]\nGood Evening\nI'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard\nWhere many excited fans have gathered with candles\n[crowd starts chanting 2Pac]\nAwaiting the much anticipated release, of 2Pac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz\nThis is yet another posthumous release by 2Pac\nWhich, raises the question\nWhere are these songs coming from? \n\n\n\nIt's interesting how, the message in these songs\nIs still relevant today\nEven in his d**h, he's touching people with his lyrics\nI can feel the energy in the air, as they count down to midnight\nWhen the album will officially be released\nOh, hold on, I, think they're starting to countdown now\n[Crowd]\n5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ...",
    "2pac - Album Outro lyrics": "[Outro]\nExpect me like you expect Jesus to come back \n\n\n\nExpect me n***a, I'm comin'",
    "2pac - All About U lyrics": "(feat. Nate Dogg, YGD Tha Top Dawg)\nYou probably crooked as the last trick\nWanna laugh about how I got my a** caught up with this bad b**h?\nThinking I had her but she had me in the long run\nIts just my luck I'm stuck f**in with wrong one, uh\nWise decisions based on lies we living\nSkandalous times is games like my religion\nYou could be rolling with a thug\nInstead you with this sweet scrub\nLooking for some love\nIn every club, I see you standing like you want it\nWell baby if ya got it better flaunt it\nLet the liquor help you get up on it\nI'm still tipsy from last night\nBumpin in walls as I pause\nAddicted to the fast life\nI try to holler but you tell me you're taken\nSayin you ain't impressed with the money I'm make\nGuess its true what they telling me\nFresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity\nSo thats the reason why I call\nAnd maybe you with it\nFantasies of the sweatin\nCan I hit it? (hahaha)\nAddicted to the things you do\nIts still true what I'm saying Boo\nCause this is All About U\nEvery other city we go\nEvery other video\n(its all about you)\nNo matter where I go\nI see the same hoe\n[repeat]\nI'll make a promise if ya go with me\nJust let me know, I'll have you hollering\nMy name out before I leave\nNobody loves me I'm a thug n***a\nI only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers\nI love n***as\nCause we coming from the same place\nWitness me holler at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes\nHow can I tell her I'm a playa\nAnd I don't even care\nCreep though\nWeed smokes in the air\nEverywhere I go, its all about the groupie hoes\nwaiting for n***as at the end of every show\nI just seen ya in my friends video\nNever put you on my friends so here we go \n\n\n\nFollow the leader and peep the drama that I'm going through\nIt's All About U\n(Yeah n***a, its All About U)\n[Chorus 2X]\nIs you sick from the dick or is it the flu?\nIt ain't about you or your b**h a** crew\nEvery other city we go and every video\nExplain to a n***a why I see the same sh**ty hoe\nYou think it's all about you?\nWell, boo, I gets down like Dru and my nasty new n***as, too\nYou couldn't hold me back\nIt'll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack\nOr perhaps it was a visual bluff\nWhen I started to snaps all your ?\nStraight in control\n?Flows are full?\nWhy hold a cold stroll?\nColdest set\nI told you I'm as gold\nAnd that's gold diggin\nCold diggin a ?\nI slide in easily\nTry a grizzly\ns*uts know the cuts\nI came to f**\nTry skeezin me\nRunnin up in this\nIt's like ? when I bring ya the most\nI f** a b**h from the West coast\n[Chorus 4X]\n(You know what I'm saying?)\nEvery other city we go\nI see the same hoes\nIn the studio, that kickin it in the video\nIt's gotta be the same a** and thighs\nBut you's a groupie baby, and don't look surprised\nI can see it in your eyes, that you ain't nothing but a trick\nHanging with us, for some superstar dick\nWant an autograph placed on her napkin\nAfter she asks \"Ain't you the Top Dogg and don't you be rappin?\"\nShe know whats crackin\nPeep shows like Luke\nFrom the limos, down to the Lexus coupes\nWe be flossin, and all females love that\nEspecially when you're dope, platinum, and your own ?\nSo when I met you\nI really didn't have to say much\nCause me alone\nJust made you want to taste and touch\nDon't be trippin if I run up in you and your whole crew\nI'ma still let you know girl, that it's all about you",
    "2pac - All About U (Clean) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nYou probably crooked as the last spic\nWant to laugh about how I got myself caught up with this bad trick\nThinkin' I had her but she had me in the long run\nIt's just my luck I'm stuck with messin' with the wrong one huh\nWise decisions, based on lies we livin'\nScandalous times, this game's like my religion\nYou could be rollin' with a thug\nInstead you with this weak scrub, lookin' for some love\nIn every club\nI see you starin' like you want it\nWell baby, if you got it better flaunt it\nLet the liquor help you get up on it\nI'm still tipsy from last night\nBumpin' the walls as I pause\nAddicted to the fast life\nI try to holla but you tell me you taken\nSayin' you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin'\nGuess it's true what they tellin' me\nFresh out of jail, life's hell for a black celebrity\nWell that's the reason why I call, and maybe you with it\nFantasies of us kissing , can I get it? hahahah\nAddicted to the things you do, but still true, what I'm sayin', boo\n'Cause this is all about you\n[Hook: Nate Dogg]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho (it's all about you)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nLook\nI make a promise if you go with me\nJust let me know, I'll have you hollerin' my name out before I leave\nNobody loves me I'm a thug\nI only hung out with the criminal to sold d**\nAnd show love , 'cause we comin' from the same place\nWitness me holla at a woman, see how quick the game takes\nHow can I tell her I'm a playa and I don't even care\nCreep low, weed smoke's in the air\nNow everybody go, it's all about the groupie hoes\nWaitin' for brothers at the end of every show\nNow I can seen you in my friend's video\nLook here, I never put a girl before my friends, here we go\nJust Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin' through\nSee here, It's all about you, and you and you and you and you, and you\nIt's all about you\n[Hook: Nate Dogg]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you) \n\n\n\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho ( all about you)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nI see you struttin' in your miniskirt\nA crooked smile with a heart that did plenty dirt\nWill it work with your a**es as you pa** me by?\nSayin' \"hey,\" I've been looking at you smile all day, let's parlay\nDrinkin' liquor, kissin' to help you know me quicker\nWhile I keep workin' on your zipper, my tongue kissin'\nIn your position I'm fortified to do the mission\nMove your hips and groove to this\nToo many coochies in the kitchen, nobody take the time to listen\nThey probably think we still dissin'\nWit' your permission, I can make you scream my name\nI'm a real man, got you through the sleazy game\nFollow me, let me take you to the ecstasy\nYou'll have the time of your life when you next to me you'll see\nAin't no way they can stop me\nWhen I know a true thug woman got me\nCome on\n[Hook: Nate Dogg]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho (it's thug pa**ion and [?] boo)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho (it's all about you)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\n[Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nYouknowhatimsayin'?\nI'm sittin' back, watchin' Montell Jordan video\nI see the same b**h, who was in my homeboy Nate Dogg video\nThen I flip the channel\nI'm checkin' out my homeboy 2Pac video\nI see the same b**h that was in my video, yaknahmsayin'?\nAnd then, yaknahmsayin', what make that even mo' f**ed up\nI'm watchin' a Million Man March\nAnd I see the same b**h, on the Million Man March\nThat was in the homeboy Warren G video\nI mean - damn - everywhere I look, everywhere I go\nI see the same ho\nDon't get mad, I'm only bein' real\nYeah",
    "2pac - All About U (Version 2) lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nYou probably crooked as the last spic\nWant to laugh about how I got myself caught up with this bad trick\nThinkin' I had her but she had me in the long run\nIt's just my luck I'm stuck with messin' with the wrong one huh\nWise decisions, based on lies we livin'\nScandalous times, this game's like my religion\nYou could be rollin' with a thug\nInstead you with this weak scrub, lookin' for some love\nIn every club\nI see you starin' like you want it\nWell baby, if you got it better flaunt it\nLet the liquor help you get up on it\nI'm still tipsy from last night\nBumpin' the walls as I pause\nAddicted to the fast life\nI try to holla but you tell me you taken\nSayin' you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin'\nGuess it's true what they tellin' me\nFresh out of jail, life's hell for a black celebrity\nWell that's the reason why I call, and maybe you with it\nFantasies of us kissing , can I get it? hahahah\nAddicted to the things you do, but still true, what I'm sayin', boo\nCause this is all about you\n[Hook: Nate Dogg]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho (it's all about you)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\n[Verse 2]\nLook\nI make a promise if you go with me\nJust let me know, I'll have you hollerin' my name out before I leave\nNobody loves me I'm a thug\nI only hung out with the criminal to sold d**\nAnd show love , cause we comin' from the same place\nWitness me holla at a woman, see how quick the game takes\nHow can I tell her I'm a playa and I don't even care\nCreep low, weed smoke's in the air\nNow everybody go, it's all about the groupie hoes\nWaitin' for brothers at the end of every show\nNow I can seen you in my friend's video\nLook here, I never put a girl before my friends, here we go\nJust Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin' through\nSee here, It's all about you, and you and you and you and you, and you\nIt's all about you\n[Hook]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you) \n\n\n\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho ( all about you)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\n[Verse 3]\nI see you struttin' in your miniskirt\nA crooked smile with a heart that did plenty dirt\nWill it work with your a**es as you pa** me by?\nSayin' \"hey,\" I've been looking at you smile all day, let's parlay\nDrinkin' liquor, kissin' to help you know me quicker\nWhile I keep workin' on your zipper, my tongue kissin'\nIn your position I'm fortified to do the mission\nMove your hips and groove to this\nToo many coochies in the kitchen, nobody take the time to listen\nThey probably think we still dissin'\nWit' your permission, I can make you scream my name\nI'm a real man, got you through the sleazy game\nFollow me, let me take you to the ecstasy\nYou'll have the time of your life when you next to me you'll see\nAin't no way they can stop me\nWhen I know a true thug woman got me\nCome on\n[Hook]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho (it's thug pa**ion and [?] boo)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho (it's all about you)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\n[Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nYouknowhatimsayin'?\nI'm sittin' back, watchin' Montell Jordan video\nI see the same b**h, who was in my homeboy Nate Dogg video\nThen I flip the channel\nI'm checkin' out my homeboy 2Pac video\nI see the same b**h that was in my video, yaknahmsayin'?\nAnd then, yaknahmsayin', what make that even mo' f**ed up\nI'm watchin' a Million Man March\nAnd I see the same b**h, on the Million Man March\nThat was in the homeboy Warren G video\nI mean - damn - everywhere I look, everywhere I go\nI see the same ho\nDon't get mad, I'm only bein' real\nYeah",
    "2pac - All Bout U lyrics": "(feat. Dru Down, Nate Dogg, Outlawz)\n[2Pac]\nAhh yeah\n[Down]\nYeauhh!\n[2Pac]\nIt's all about you, one time!\n[Down]\nI'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah\n[2Pac]\nHaha, for the b**hes that think it's all about you\nIt's all about you\n[Down]\nThis Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac\nYouknowhatI'msayin?\n[2Pac]\nIt's all about you\n[Down]\nYeah I'm gon' say it's all about you\nbut you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh\n[2Pac]\nYou probably crooked as the last trick; want it light\nbut how I got my a** caught up with this bad b**h\nThinkin I had her but she had me in the long run\nIt's just my luck I'm stuck with f**in with the wrong one, uh!\nWise decisions, based on lies we livin\nScandalous times, this game's like my religion\nYou could be rollin with a thug\nInstead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love\nIn every club, I see you starin like you want it\nWell baby if you got it better flaunt it\nLet the liquor help you get up on it\nI'm still tipsy from last night\nBumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life\nI try to holla but you tell me you taken\nSayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin\nGuess it's true what they tellin me\nFresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity\nSo that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit\nFantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha)\nAddicted to the things you do, but still true\nWhat I'm sayin Boo, is this is all about you\n[Nate Dogg]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o\n(It's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same hoe\n(Yeah n***a, ha ha ha ha!)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o\n(It's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same hoe\n[2Pac]\nI make a promise if you go with me, just let me know\nI'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave\nNobody loves me I'm a thug n***a; I only hung out\nwith the criminals and the drug dealers, I love n***az\ncause we comin from the same place\nWitness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes\nHow can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care\nCreep though, weed smoke's into the air\nEverywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes\nwaitin for n***az at the end, of every show\nI just seen you in my friend's, video\nCould never put a b**h before my friends, so here we go \n\n\n\nFollow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through..\nIt's all about you.. hahaha, yeah n***a!\nIt's all about you!\n[Nate Dogg]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o\n(It's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same hoe\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o\n(It's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same hoe\n[Outlawz]\nIs you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?\nIt ain't about you or your b**h a** crew\nEvery other city we go and every video\nExplain to a n***a why I see the same sh**ty hoe\nYou think it's all about you? Well Boo\nI gets Down like Dru and my nasty new n***az, too\nYou couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track\nA lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff\nWhen I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll\nStraight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll\nHold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next\nGolddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex\nI slide in easily, try a grizzly\ns*uts know the cuts, I came to f**, try skeezin me\nRunnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya\nAt the most, I f**ed a b**h from the West Coast to West Virginia\n[Nate Dogg]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o\n(It's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same hoe\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o\n(It's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same hoe\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o\n(It's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same hoe\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o\nNo matter where I go, I see the same hoe\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg speaking over last two lines]\nI'm tellin ya, it's the same ol' sh**\nI mean.. god damn, youknowhatI'msayin?\nI'm sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video\nI see the same b**h, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video\nThen I flip the channel\nI'm checkin out my homeboy Tupac video\nI see the same b**h that was in my video, yaknahmsayin?\nAnd then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' f**ed up\nI'm watchin a Million Man March\nAnd I see the same b**h, on the Million Man March\nthat was in, the homeboy Warren G video!\nI mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go\nI see the same hoe\nDon't get mad, I'm only bein real\nYeah",
    "2pac - All Bout U (Clean) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nYou probably crooked as the last spic\nWant to laugh about how I got myself caught up with this bad trick\nThinkin' I had her but she had me in the long run\nIt's just my luck I'm stuck with messin' with the wrong one huh\nWise decisions, based on lies we livin'\nScandalous times, this game's like my religion\nYou could be rollin' with a thug\nInstead you with this weak scrub, lookin' for some love\nIn every club\nI see you starin' like you want it\nWell baby, if you got it better flaunt it\nLet the liquor help you get up on it\nI'm still tipsy from last night\nBumpin' the walls as I pause\nAddicted to the fast life\nI try to holla but you tell me you taken\nSayin' you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin'\nGuess it's true what they tellin' me\nFresh out of jail, life's hell for a black celebrity\nWell that's the reason why I call, and maybe you with it\nFantasies of us kissing , can I get it? hahahah\nAddicted to the things you do, but still true, what I'm sayin', boo\n'Cause this is all about you\n[Hook: Nate Dogg]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho (it's all about you)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nLook\nI make a promise if you go with me\nJust let me know, I'll have you hollerin' my name out before I leave\nNobody loves me I'm a thug\nI only hung out with the criminal to sold d**\nAnd show love , 'cause we comin' from the same place\nWitness me holla at a woman, see how quick the game takes\nHow can I tell her I'm a playa and I don't even care\nCreep low, weed smoke's in the air\nNow everybody go, it's all about the groupie hoes\nWaitin' for brothers at the end of every show\nNow I can seen you in my friend's video\nLook here, I never put a girl before my friends, here we go\nJust Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin' through\nSee here, It's all about you, and you and you and you and you, and you\nIt's all about you\n[Hook: Nate Dogg]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you) \n\n\n\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho ( all about you)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nI see you struttin' in your miniskirt\nA crooked smile with a heart that did plenty dirt\nWill it work with your a** as you pa** me by?\nSayin' \"hey,\" I've been looking at you smile all day, let's parlay\nDrinkin' liquor, kissin' to help you know me quicker\nWhile I keep workin' on your zipper, my tongue kissin'\nIn your position I'm fortified to do the mission\nMove your hips and groove to this\nToo many cooks in the kitchen, nobody take the time to listen\nThey probably think we still dissin'\nWit' your permission, I can make you scream my name\nI'm a real man, guide you through the sleazy game\nFollow me, let me take you to the ecstasy\nYou'll have the time of your life when you next to me you'll see\nAin't no way they can stop me\nWhen I know a true thug woman got me\nCome on\n[Hook: Nate Dogg]\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho (it's thug pa**ion and [?] boo)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho (it's all about you)\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o (it's all about you)\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\nEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o\nNo matter where I go, I see the same ho\n[Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nYouknowhatimsayin'?\nI'm sittin' back, watchin' Montell Jordan video\nI see the same b**h, who was in my homeboy Nate Dogg video\nThen I flip the channel\nI'm checkin' out my homeboy 2Pac video\nI see the same b**h that was in my video, yaknahmsayin'?\nAnd then, yaknahmsayin', what make that even mo' f**ed up\nI'm watchin' a Million Man March\nAnd I see the same b**h, on the Million Man March\nThat was in the homeboy Warren G video\nI mean - damn - everywhere I look, everywhere I go\nI see the same ho\nDon't get mad, I'm only bein' real\nYeah",
    "2pac - All by myself lyrics": "[Hook]\nEverybody's got the answer\nYet the question still remains, yea\nDo you see the difference\nOr is the problem still the same\nAll by my self\nAll by my self\nAll by my self\nAll by my self\n[Verse 1]\nHow many nights I had a dream about me waking up\nUp on the other side I'll see you when we making up\nThen I open up my eyes back to reality\nAnd realize they've stripped away all my humanity\nNobody there to love me\nNo power from up above me\nThey were trying to say I was guilty\nNever needed man to trust me\nOnly god can judge me\nHe's the only one to have mercy\nWhen I didn't think I'd live another day\nNow I sit and reminisce on how I stood alone\nNothing to call my own\nNo baby girl to hold me\nNobody to console me\nThey tried to make me guilty\nBut only God can judge me\n[Repeat Hook]\n[2 Pac Verse 2]\nIt ain't easy bein me\nLife as a celebrity is less than heavenly\nI got these fakes and these backstabbers chasin me around\nAnd it's always drama, whenever I wanna get around\nMomma told me, long before I ever came up\nGotta be true, to what you do and keep the game up\nCause thangs change, and jealousy becomes a factor\nBest friends at your wife's house, tryin to mack her \n\n\n\nI'm on tour, but still they keep on knockin at my door\nAnd I got no time to worry, I'm steady wantin more\nEvery day is a test yes, I try hard\nBut I'm strugglin with every breath\nI sit alone in my room drinking (Yeah!)\nTalking out loud to you (Yeah!)\nWonder if you feel me (Yeah!)\nBut far away can you hear me?\n[Repeat Hook]\n[Jah Cure Verse 3]\nSo many days I had a vision of me breaking out\nBut I decided to be strong and just wait it out\nEven though I had my ways behind the prison walls\nI couldn't get my calling time I was away from Y'all\nI've forgiven everybody\nFor trying to rise up against me\nThey were saying they didn't believe me\nNever needed man to trust me\nOnly god can judge me\nHe's the only one to have mercy\nWhen I didn't think I'd live another day\nNow I sit and reminisce on how I stood alone\nNothing to call my own\nNo baby girl to hold me\nNobody to console me\nThey tried to make me guilty\nOnly God can judge me\n[Repeat Hook]\nThe race is not given to the swift\nOr the battle to the strong\nBut time and chance happen to the morning\nBut only God can judge me!",
    "2pac - All Eyez On Me lyrics": "(feat. Syke)\n['Pac talking]\nBig Syke, Newt, Hank\nBeugard, Big Sur (yeah)\nY'all know how this sh** go (y'know)\n{All Eyez On Me}\nMotherf**in O.G.\nRoll up in the club and sh** (is that right?)\n{All Eyez On Me}\n{All Eyez On Me}\nBut you know what?\n[2Pac]\nI bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust\nSo many playa hating n***az tryin to sound like us\nSay they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin\nStraight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin\nWell are you still down n***a? Holla when you see me\nAnd let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me\nI got a caravan of n***az every time we ride (every time we ride)\nHittin motherf**ers up when we pa** by (when we pa** by)\nUntil I die; live the life of a boss playa\nCause even when I'm high, f** with me and get crossed later\nThe futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs\nA five-double-oh - Benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh\nb**hes pursue me like a dream\nBeen know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend\nIt seems - my main thang was to be major paid\nThe game sharper than a motherf**in razor blade\nSay money bring b**hes, b**hes bring lies\nOne n***a's gettin jealous, and motherf**ers died\nDepend on me like the first and fifteenth\nThey might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me\nWe got foe n***az, and lowriders, in ski masks\nscreamin Thug Life every time they pa** {All Eyez On Me}\n[Chorus One: 2Pac]\nLive the life of a thug n***a, until the day I die\nlive the life of a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}\ncause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}\nLive the life of a thug n***a, until the day I die\nlive the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin high..\n[Syke]\nHeeyyy, to my n***a 'Pac..\nSo much trouble in the world, n***a\nCan't nobody feel your pain\nThe world's changin everyday, times moving faaast\nMy girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?\nI'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips\nTriple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip\nI'm lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless\nCrime boss, contraband, let me toss this\nNeedy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve\nI'm takin off from the curb\nThe nervousness neglect make me pack a tec\nDevoted to servin this, Moet and paaayyy-checks\nLike Akai satellite n***a I'm forever ballin\nIt ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin\ns**er duck and get busted, no emotion\nMy devotion is handlin my business n***a keep on coastin\nWhere you goin I been there came back as lonely homie\nSteady flowin against the grain n***az STILL don't know me\nIt's about the money in this rap sh**, this crap sh**\nIt ain't funny n***az don't even know how to act - sh**!\nWhat can I do, what can I say, is there another way?\nBlunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay \n\n\n\nMy little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free\nn***az can't stand me - all eyes on me!\n[Chorus Two: 2Pac]\nI live the life of a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}\ncause even gettin high {All Eyez On Me}\nI live the life of a thug n***a, until the day I die\nlive the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}\ncause even gettin high\n[2Pac]\nThe feds is watchin, n***az plottin to get me\nWill I survive, will I die? Come on let's picture the possibility\nGivin me charges, lawyers makin a grip\nI told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze sh**\nWas hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager\nOn my mobile callin big shots on the scene major\nPacking hundreds in my drawers; f** the law\nb**hes I f** with a pa**ion, I'm livin rough and raw\nCatchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane\nHustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came\nLive my life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high\nthese n***az got me tossin sh**\nI put the top down, now it's time to floss my sh**\nKeep your head up n***a, make these motherf**ers suffer\nUp in the Benz burnin rubber\nThe money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped\nThis criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest\nMake sure your eyes is on the meal ticket\nGet your money motherf**er let's get rich and we'll kick it\nAll eyes on me!\n[Chorus Three: 2Pac]\nI live the life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}\ncause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}\nI live the life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}\ncause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}\n['Pac talking]\nPay attention my n***az\nSee how that sh** go? n***a walk up in this motherf**er\nand it be like \"bing!\"\nCops.. b**hes.. everymotherf**inbody\n[overlap]\nLive my life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high\nI got bustas hoes and police watchin a n***a y'know?\n[overlap]\nI live my life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLivin life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high\n{All Eyez On Me}\nHehehe.. it's like what they think?\nI'm walkin around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin?\n{All Eyez On Me}\nThey think I'm goin back to jail, they REALLY on that dope\n[overlap]\nLive my life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive my life as a boss playa\nI know y'all watchin, I know y'all got me in the scopes\n[overlap]\nLive my life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high\nI know y'all know this is Thug Life baayy-bay\nY'all got me under surveillance huh?\n{All Eyez On Me}\nBut I'm knowin",
    "2pac - All Eyez On Me Nu Mixx lyrics": "Big syke, newt, hank\nBeugard, big sur (yeah)\nY'll know how this sh** go (y' know)\n(All eyez on me)\nMotherf**in o.g.\nRoll up in the club and sh** (is that right?)\n(All eyez on me)\n(All eyez on me)\nBut you know what? I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust\nSo many playa hating n***az tryin to sound like us\nSay they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'\nStraight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin\nWell are you still down n***a?\nHolla when you see me\nAnd let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me\nI got a caravan of n***az every time we ride (every time we ride)\nHittin motherf**ers up when we pa** by (when we pa** by)\nUntil I die; live the life of a boss playa\n'Cause even when I'm high, f** with me and get crossed later\nThe futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs\nA five-double, oh benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh\nb**hes pursue me like a dream\nBeen know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend\nIt seems my main thang was to be major paid\nThe game sharper than a motherf**in razor blade\nSay money bring b**hes, b**hes bring lies\nOne n***as gettin jealous, and motherf**ers died\nDepend on me like the first and fifteenth\nThey might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me\nWe got foe n***az, and lowriders, in ski masks\nScreamin thug life every time they pa** (all eyez on me) Live the life of a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive the life of a boss playa (all eyez on me)\n'Cause even gettin high (all eyez on me)\nLive the life of a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive the life of a boss playa, 'cause even gettin high Heeyyy, to my n***a\nSo much trouble in the world, n***a\nCan't nobody feel your pain\nThe world's changin' everyday, times moving fast\nMy girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?\nI'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips\nTriple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip\nI'm lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless\nCrime boss, contraband, let me toss this\nNeedy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve\nI'm takin off from the curb\nThe nervousness neglect make me pack a tec\nDevoted to servin this, moet and paychecks\nLike akai satellite n***a i'm forever ballin'\nIt ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin\ns**er duck and get busted, no emotion\nMy devotion is handlin my business n***a keep on coastin\nWhere you goin I been there came back as lonely homie\nSteady flowin against the grain n***az still don't know me\nIt's about the money in this rap sh**, this crap sh**\nIt ain't funny n***az don't even know how to act, sh**\nWhat can I do, what can I say, is there another way? \n\n\n\nBlunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay\nMy little homie g, can't you see, i'm busta free\nn***az can't stand me, all eyes on me I live the life of a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive the life as a boss playa (all eyez on me)\n'Cause even gettin high (all eyez on me)\nI live the life of a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive the life as a boss playa (all eyez on me)\n'Cause even gettin high The feds is watchin, n***az plottin' to get me\nWill I survive, will I die?\nCome on let's picture the possibility\nGivin me charges, lawyers makin a grip\nI told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze sh**\nWas hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager\nOn my mobile callin big shots on the scene major\nPacking hundreds in my drawers; f** the law\nb**hes I f** with a pa**ion, I'm livin' rough and raw\nCatchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane\nHustle til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came\nLive my life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin high\nThese n***az got me tossin' sh**\nI put the top down, now it's time to floss my sh**\nKeep your head up n***a, make these motherf**ers suffer\nUp in the benz burnin' rubber\nThe money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped\nThis criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest\nMake sure your eyes is on the meal ticket\nGet your money motherf**er let's get rich and we'll kick it\nAll eyes on me I live the life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive the life as a boss playa (all eyez on me)\n'Cause even gettin high (all eyez on me)\nI live the life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive the life as a boss playa (all eyez on me)\n'Cause even gettin high (all eyez on me) Pay attention my n***az\nSee how that sh** go? n***a walk up in this motherf**er\nAnd it be like bing\nCops, b**hes, everymotherf**inbody\nLive my life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high\nI got bustas hoes and police watchin a n***a y'know?\nI live my life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLivin' life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high\n(All eyez on me)\nHehehe it's like what they think?\nI'm walkin' around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin?\n(All eyez on me)\nThey think I'm goin back to jail, they really on that dope\nLive my life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive my life as a boss playa\nI know y'all watchin', I know y'all got me in the scopes\nLive my life as a thug n***a, until the day I die\nLive my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high\nI know y'all know this is thug life baby\nY'all got me under surveillance huh?\n(All eyez on me)\nBut I'm knowin'",
    "2pac - All Out lyrics": "\n(hellicopter propeller turning)\n[kastro & napoleon]\nWe goin' all out (aiiiite)\nWe goin' all out (aiiiite)\nWe goin' all out, whatch ya muthaf**in mouth n***az\n(that's right, f** these f*g n***az)\nDo it, do it, do it\n[verse 1] 2pac\nCome hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers\nJust another lost soul, stuck, callin' jahovah\nOutlaw 'till it's over, brand as my strap\nBack like a cobra, i stay drunk, cause i'm a mad man\nWhenever sober, on a one man mission\nMy ambition to hold up the rap game\nWhile i pluck holes in n***az like donuts\nAnd still down to die for all my souljas\nLike hillbillies, they don't fear me\nSo refuse bringin' war to the city\nWith each breath, d**h before dishonor\nNever let you swallow me, no appologies, your honor\nA general in war, i'm the first to bomb\nWith a squad of trusted k**ers, quick to move sh** heavily armed\nI'm similar to saddan, sometimes i question hussein\nLike feinds frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game\nI hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me\nI take the figga of dirty n***az, who all got me\nWhile b**hes wonderin who shot me\nNo love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like muammar quadaffi\nMurder my friends, build a new posse\nWe takin' shots at papparazi, go and fly now, n***a like rocky\nYou got a lot of nerve to play me\nAnother gay rapper, bustin' caps to jay-z (buck buck buck buck buck buck)\nAnd still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture\nStill after me, i'm in jamacia sippin' daqueries\nNo doubt\nWe used to havin nothin, then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'\nWanted to be the thugg-n***a, that my old man wasn't\nI came to a field, catchin' cases, litigation\nn***az playa-hatin', got me crooked in all 50 states\nI'm screamin d**hrow, throw my westside, ain't no thang\nWe was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang\nWe claim mob, m.o.b. if you be specific\nWe control all cash from atlantic-pacific\nAnd get this, i'm hard to k**, when i peel with this live spot\nFather, how the hell did i survive, these 5 shots?\nLive it up, of give it up, and my demonds\nLate nite, hear them screamin'\nWe goin' all out !\n[chorus] edi\nWe goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out\nTake them the war route, without a doubt\nBall, which means we all ride if it's on\nEach n***a handle ya own, bring it on strong\nIf you got bills to pay, n***a go all out\nBustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out\nTry'na see the next day, n***a go all out\nObstacles in ya way, you better go all out\n[verse 2] napoleon\nI'm on my land sled, walkin' through the belly of the beats\nFeelin' like i'm all out, drunk as can be\nIt's plain to see, that we mobb n***az hidin' in bushes\nClaimin' that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion\nThey softer than b**hes in the worst way, drownin' in blood\nOutlawz my blood brothers, i'd die for these thuggs\n\n\n\nSay hi to this slug, it's a shame how some n***az on the westcoast\nWas ridin with pac, but when he died, they went pop\nI'm on the jers to the fullest, like some westcoast love\nBut after pac stopped rappin', it ain't no westcoast thug\nJust westcoast what? to my real n***az stuck in the street game\nCause rappers like jay-z be pumpin' kool-aid through they veins\nIs it true what i'm sayin'?\nSlap your soft a** to the floor\nAnd watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door\nI ride or die, but these other f*g n***az be bitin this\nIt's all from my heart when i was writin' this\nAll out\n[chorus] edi\nWe goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out\nTake them the war route, without a doubt\nBall, which means we all ride if it's on\nEach n***a handle ya own, bring it on strong\nIf you got bills to pay, n***a go all out\nBustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out\nTry'na see the next day, n***a go all out\nObstacles in ya way, you better go all out\n[verse 3] kastro\nNow, we all ride, and down to die who wit' us\nSpeak up, or get treated like you comin' to k** us\nAin't nothin but sqeallers, in this rap game, swearin' they rough\nTattooed up, and now them n***az swearin' they pac\nStop that, and whatch ya back, we ain't forgot 'bout cha\nThese glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the b**h up out cha\nIt's me, kastro with the goattee\nWalkin' like a og, cause all these f*g muthaf**as owe me\nI pray to the thug lord, like that muthaf**as holy\nFrontline soulja, till the heavens call me\nI go all out, and if you real, you real\nFeel what i'm talkin' bout, cause this game is ill\nI live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it\nLivin' proof, pac breed n***az, they can't deal wit'\nHolla back, right back, and watch ya mouth\nOr get blood in it, what, we goin' all out\nn***a\n[chorus] edi\nWe goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out\nTake them the war route, without a doubt\nBall, which means we all ride if it's on\nEach n***a handle ya own, bring it on strong\nIf you got bills to pay, n***a go all out\nBustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out\nTry'na see the next day, n***a go all out\nObstacles in ya way, you better go all out\nWe goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out\nTake them the war route, without a doubt\nBall, which means we all ride if it's on\nEach n***a handle ya own, bring it on strong\nIf you got bills to pay, n***a go all out\nBustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out\nTry'na see the next day, n***a go all out\nObstacles in ya way, you better go all out\nFool, you better go all out\nKeep goin' all out\nAll my n***az goin' all out\nWithout a muthaf**in' doubt\n[edi talking]\nEy, you n***az just gon think that you gon be uhh, talkin and slippin\nOn all of these muthaf**in' records, and we ain't gon say sh**, now it's 1999\nIt's a different grind, don't disrespect the don\n",
    "2pac - Alone lyrics": "ALONE\nLying, thinking\nLast night\nHow to find my soul a home\nWhere water is not thirsty\nAnd bread loaf is not stone\nI came up with one thing\nAnd I don't believe I'm wrong\nThat nobody,\nBut nobody\nCan make it out here alone.\nAlone, all alone\nNobody, but nobody\nCan make it out here alone.\nThere are some millionaires\nWith money\nthey can't use\nTheir wives run round like banshees\nTheir children sing the blues\nThey've got expensive doctors \n\n\n\nTo cure their hearts of stone.\nBut nobody\nNo, nobody\nCan make it out here alone.\nAlone, all alone\nNobody, but nobody\nCan make it out here alone.\nNow if you listen closely\nI'll tell you what I know\nStorm clouds are gathering\nThe wind is gonna blow\nThe race of man is suffering\nAnd I can hear the moan,\n'Cause nobody,\nBut nobody\nCan make it out here alone.\nAlone, all alone\nNobody, but nobody\nCan make it out here alone.",
    "2pac - Alton Sterling lyrics": "Ok they took me to the edge\nThese crackas murdered\nAlton sterling\nPull a pistol out\nAnd go and k** a cop on purpose\nWe the f**ing Gods\nThey try to treat us\nLike we worthless\nf** you n***as thought\nThey hid our history on purpose\nPull a pistol out\nAnd go and k** a cop on purpose!\nCuzo flee'd the scene\nBefore the video could surface\nMember when they k**ed us \n\n\n\nIn the street like we was nothing\nMember when they hung us\nFrom them trees\nI'm up to something\nPull a pistol out\nAnd go and k** a cop in public\nCall up CNN\nAnd tell the media to s** it\nI don't give a f** about the ratings\nOr the coverage\nDo it for the times\nMy people crucified in public\nDo it for the nine\nMy people bouta rise above it",
    "2pac - Am I Next lyrics": "They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind\nLook down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry\nFallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord\nBut he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty\nShow me a miracle, I'm hopeless -- I'm chokin off\nMarijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin focus\nFallin to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die?\nForever paranoid and nervous because I'm high\nDon't mention funerals I'm stressin, and goin nutty\nAnd reminiscin bout them n***as that murdered my buddy\nI wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny\nFlashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money\nWhere am I goin I discovered, can't nothin save me\nMy next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers\nPut a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it\nHappy birthday b**h, you know you shouldn'ta did it\nX2\nEverybody's dyin am I nextx3\nI see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast\nEverybody's dyin am I next, who can I trust?\nWill they be G's, and they look at me before they bust?\nOr will they k** me while I'm sleepin, two to the head\nWhile I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets\nIs there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious\nOf this b**h the line busy everytime I call her\nNow she's tellin me to visit, who else is home?\nI check the house before I bone, so we all alone\nAfter I nut I hit the highway, see ya later\nTo all the players watch the fly way a n***a played her \n\n\n\nThe b**h is tellin all her homies -- that I can f** her\nLike no other now them other b**hes wanna bone me\nI'm under pressure gettin drunk, somebody help me\nI drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy\nI see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast\nI watch the five-oh's roll, the motherf**ers pa**\nX2\n[Everybody's dyin am I next]x3\nI see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast\nThey wanna bury me, I'm worried -- no need to lie\nI pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry\nNowhere to rest I'm losin homies, ain't that a b**h\nWhen I was rich I had clout, now a n***a's lonely\nI put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer\nI see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?\nThen tell me am I lost cause I'm lonely\nI thought I had friends but in the end a n***a dies lonely\nNowhere to run I'm in terror, and no one cares\nA closed casket at my funeral and no one's there\nIs there a future for a k**er? I change my ways\nBut still that don't promise me the next day\nSo I stay Thuggin with a pa**ion, forever blastin\nI'm bustin on these motherf**ers in my madness\nThey wonder if I'm hellbound... well Hell\nCan't be worse than this, cause I'm in Hell now\nX2\n[Everybody's dyin am I next]x3\nI see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast\nI ain't scared to die\nDo you wanna live forever?\nAre you scared, to die?",
    "2pac - Ambition Over Adversity lyrics": "Take ones adversity\nLearn from their misfortune\nLearn from their pain\nBelieve in something \n\n\n\nBelieve in yourself\nTurn adversity into ambition\nNow blossom into wealth",
    "2pac - Ambitionz lyrics": "[Hook]\nMy ambition as a rider\nYeah, it's my ambition as a rider\nYeah, it's my ambition as a rider\nHey, it's my ambition as a rider\n[Verse 1]\nRolling, joking, smoking, thinking how I got here\nLoccin', loading toasters, p**y you was not there\nHolding, never folding, we was on the top tier\nShackled to our ankles it was like a nightmare\nYou ever wash out your drawers on the same water you sh**?\nDoing your push ups right on the floor where you piss?\nCellies with n***as that went to war with the strip?\nYou got to rumble from night time down to the morning and sh**\nI'm tryna tell them\nForever label me felon\nClutchin' that pistol, God made me rebellious\nf** with them n***as, teach you a lesson\nFingers on triggers, meet Smith and Wesson\nI seen p**y n***as turn on me\nThrow the money let it burn on 'em\nIf I feel like he a threat I put a bird on him\nAnd my young hittas will swerve on him\n[Hook]\nMy ambition as a rider\nOh, yeah, my ambition as a rider \n\n\n\nOh, yeah, my ambition as a rider\nOh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider\n[Verse 2]\nMoney the root of evil, wait 'til them shooters see you\nLurkin in Grand Marquises, scopin' on you, your people\nMade a movie with n***as, murder and you the sequel\nBullets gon' riddle you, they gon' use tubes to feed you\nMomma gonna pull the plug\nHead big as Hey Arnold's is, full of blood\nSmell the d**h in the air when we pullin' up\nBullets go B-B-BRRRR, fill 'em up\nBloody murder hollow tips out the clip\nI repent when I murder opposites\nPick and roll, stop and pick\nI reload, spin the corner, drop the sh**\nAnd we leave no evidence for residents to grieve 'bout\nThem sluggies hit you n***a, breathe out\nAnd keep your eyes open 'til you start to wheeze out\nWe wipe your mothaf**in' team out\n[Hook]\nMy ambition as a rider\nOh, yeah, my ambition as a rider\nOh, yeah, my ambition as a rider\nOh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider",
    "2pac - Ambitionz Az A Fighta lyrics": "The next heavy weight champion of the world\n[Chorus]\nI won't deny it I'm a straight rider\nAin't no stopping me\nSo why you s**ers keep boxing me?\nWanna see me cuffed up and call the cops on me\nOn a mission to be champs since they let me free\nI won't deny it I'm a straight rider\nAin't no stopping me\nSo why you s**ers keep boxing me?\nWanna see me cuffed up call the cops on me\nOn a mission to be champs they let me free\n[Verse]\nPrepare for combat my adversaries crumble\nFace it I got a reputation for damage busters get ready to rumble\nThey lock me in a cell had me trapped in a livin' hell\nThough not guilty I'm still in jail\nBrother I serve my time like a soldier\nMaintain composure\nMy shadow boxing I fight to the d**h bustin' boulders\nEvery boxer with a pair of gloves\nBest give up love\nHere's a man from the makings of a thug\nA lethal weapon mind sharp\nAnd in my heart there's a wish\nTo shake the world with the flurry of my black fist\nNow once a high school drop out\nNow I'm the million dollar champ who's the next to get knocked out\nStraight out of Brooklyn I'm world wide y'all all know me \n\n\n\nDroppin' all that come before me\nNo one can hold me\nAnd uh\n[Chorus]\nI won't deny it\nI'm a straight rider\nAin't no stoppin' me\nSo why these s**ers keep boxin' me\nWanna see me cuffed up and call the cops on me\nOn a mission to be champs since they let me free\nI won't deny it\nI'm a straight rider\nAin't no stoppin' me\nSo why you s**ers keep boxin' me\nWanna see me cuffed up and call the cops on me\nOn a mission to be champ since they let me free\nI won't deny it\nI'm a straight rider\nAin't no stoppin' me\nSo why you s**ers keep boxin' me\nWanna see me cuffed up and call the cops on me\nOn a mission to be champ since they let me free\nI won't deny it\nI'm a straight rider\nI won't deny it\nI'm a straight rider\nI won't deny it\nI'm a straight rider\n[Outro]\nNext heavy weight champion of the world\nMike Tyson\nGo head n***a\nGet back to the top of where you supposed to be at!\nThese s**ers don't know how to throw them thangs boy\nYou a legend\nYou a legend!\nPlus you be boxin' for us homie\nYou be boxin' for the homies\nWe ain't got nothin' but love for ya\nStay ridin' homie\nStay ridin'",
    "2pac - Ambitionz Az A Ridah lyrics": "[1] - [2Pac singing in background 2X]\nI won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah\nYou don't wanna f** with me\nGot the police bustin at me\nBut they can't do nuttin to a G\n(Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!)\n[1] - [2Pac speaking over background]\nNow you know how we do it like a G\nWhat really go on in the mind of a n***a\nthat get down for theirs\nConstantly, money over b**hes\n[2] - [2Pac singing in background starts to overlap/repeat]\nI won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah\nYou don't wanna f** with me\nGot the police bustin at me\nI won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah\nPolice bustin at me\nI won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at me\nI won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah..\n[2] - [2Pac speaking over background]\nNot b**hes over money\nStay on your grind n***a\nMy ambitions as a ridah!\nMy ambitions as a ridah!\n[2Pac]\nSo many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars\nThis life as a rap star is nothin without heart\nWas born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public\nMy attitude was, \"f** it,\" cause motherf**ers love it\nTo be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease\nThough life is complicated, only what you make it to be\nUhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her\nwhile she hot, and horny, go up inside her\nThen I spit some game in her ear, \"Go to the tele hoe\"\nEquipped with money and a Benz, cause b**h I'm barely broke\nI'm smokin bomb-a** weed feelin crucial\nFrom player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual\nFrom hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherf**ers to pay-up\nI got no time for these b**hes, cause these hoes tried to play us\nI'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin\nCompetition got me ripped, on that bullsh** they stressin (boo-yaa!)\nI'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory\nNo guts no glory my n***a b**h got the game distorted\nNow it's on and it's on because I said so\nCan't trust a b**h in the bidness so I got with d**h Row\nNow these money hungry b**hes gettin suspicious\nStarted plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us\nBut Thug n***az be on point and game tight (yeah)\nMe, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night\nGot problems then handle it, motherf**ers see me\nThese n***az is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me\nUhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya\nHopin you listen I catch you payin attention\nto my amibitions as a ridah\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\n[singing] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah \n\n\n\nYou don't wanna f** with me\n[singing] My ambitions as a ridah\n[singing] Got the police bustin at me\nBut they can't do nuttin to a G\n[Tupac]\n(I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah)\nPeep it.. it was my only wish to rise\nabove these jealous coward mutherf**ers I despise\nWhen it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine\nI'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherf** they life (yeah n***a!)\nThat's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to k**\nSo open fire, I see you k** me (that's all you n***az got?) witness my steel\nSpittin at adversaries envious and after me\nI'd rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed\nMama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts\nI'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught\n(Shoot!) f** doin jail time, better day, sacrifice\nWon't get a chance to do me like they did my n***a Tyson\nThuggin for life and if you right then n***a die for it\nLet them other brothers try, at least you tried for it\nWhen it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave\nf** peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah\n[Chorus]\n[Tupac]\nMy murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me\nPay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me\nI been hesitant to reappear, been away for years\nNow I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears\nQuestion my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some b**hes bleeds\nn***az'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed\nBlast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck)\ndidn't diminish my powers\nso now I'm back to be a motherf**in menace, they cowards\nThat's why they tried to set me up\nHad b**h-a** n***az on my team, so indeed, they wet me up\nBut I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated\nAt the time I contemplate the way that God made it\nLace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary\nFor money, I'll have these motherf**ers buried (I been)\ngettin much mail in jail, n***az tellin me to k** it\nKnowin when I get out, they gon' feel it\nWitness the realest, a whoridah when I put the sh** inside\nthe cry from all your people when they find her\nJust remind ya, my history'll prove I been it\nRevenge on them n***az that played me,\nand all the cowards that was down widdit\nNow it's yo' n***a right beside ya\nHopin you listenin, catch you payin attention\nto my ambitions as a ridah\n[Chorus 2.5X]\n",
    "2pac - Ambtion ( Freestyle ) lyrics": "( Intro [ Eman et Knlo ] )\nSteve Beezy type of line\nSteve Beezy all day man !\n( Verse 1 )\nFreestyle, mais rien gratuit, j'suis pas b\u00e9n\u00e9vole\nJ'fais rimer les maux de t\u00eate, f** prendre des tylenols\nFresh as f**, le kid le plus cool de ta cour d'\u00e9cole\nTourne ta blonde en ex, f** le s**e, j'suis un swag-symbol\nAyee, Westside Gestuelle\nGodfather, c'est que du Business, c'est jamais personnelle\nMichael Jackson b**h ! J'suis un Smooth Criminel\nJ'marche par en arri\u00e8re quand la Police m'interpelle\nJ'descend pas, je m'en vais au sommet, j'suis un funiculaire\nJ'suis au studio et je cook des hits, brevet culinaire\n\u00c9tudier la game du banc pour mieux devenir titulaire\nC'est comme la prendre en doggy sans \u00eatre v\u00e9t\u00e9rinaire\nWow, M\u00e9taphore f** Top, You Dig ?\nJ'rap jusqu'au jour o\u00f9 sa rapporte, You Dig ?? \n\n\n\nJusqu'\u00e0 ce que les labels cogne \u00e0 ma porte, You Dig ???\nFaut que tu parle d'argent, il faut pas que tu radotte, You Dig ??\nAu nom du p\u00e8re et du fils, de Tupac et Biggie\nJ'garde un oeil sur ma famille et deux sur mes ennemis\nOutlaw, on \u00e9tais bon pour commettre l'interdit\nSteve Beezy, j'en place quatre derni\u00e8res pour que tu t'identifie\nLa cla**e moyenne ou plus bas, tu peux d'identifier\nTes parents viennent pas du Canada, tu peux d'identifier\nLa ligne sonne comme le premier du mois, tu peux identifier\nf** ce qu'ils pensent si tu crois en toi, tu peux d'identifier\nYeaaa!\n( Outro )\nSteve Beezy Aka j'ai les yeux rouges et je fais des moves\nAka j'ai les yeux bas et je met la barre haute\nAka Limoilou Finest\nYeah ! Splash Gang all day ! Everyday mon gars !\n418 Qu\u00e9bec City Stand Up !!\nAye",
    "2pac - Amerikka Eatz Itz Young (Gotta Survive) lyrics": "[Intro: Khayree]\nAwhh yeah, break me off some of the real players sh**\nWhat's up motherf**ers? This is Khayree\nAnd I posted at this here spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall, Ray Luv and my n***a Young Lay\nSpit that sh**...\n[Verse 1: Young Lay]\nCuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb\nGot me twisted, mo' cold k**in murders\nThem brothers gettin' further\nGot my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin'\nSpot some thugs at the club, and they got they nines showin'\nDirty pimpin' schemes, one of my dreams, player now listen\nLotta blacks locked down, but comin' back around in '96\nAll I gots is my six, my track crew and my mother\nMake these police wonder how is he so undercover?\nNever been a lover, but America had broke my heart\nI was told to tear up out this before this tare me apart\nEat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese\nWhile the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese\nBut I'm finna squeeze, stack g's they left on a trap\nA young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap\nIt's just that feelin', that feelin' that I have for children\nAre able to love us, but these crazy devils try to k** us\n[Hook: Mac Mall]\nAmerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me?\nI'm a young black brother, so these motherf**er fear me\nAmerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me?\nI'm a young black brother, so these motherf**er fear me\n[Verse 2: Ray Luv]\nJune 2nd '93 I returned to the streets\nDid 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat\nNow the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap\nTell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap\nBut I ain't yo gangsta, just a young n***a caught up in the struggle\nBorn hustler, goin' for the jugular\nOut to take the beast down, piece down might be too late\nThe funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid\nWould love to catch a playa slippin', take me down and book me\nGuilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me\nSilence a n***a for the sh** I'm spittin', I know I'm scarin' ya\nA poison you created in the veins of America\nMiseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized\nThat 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin'\nAin't no love where I'm goin', no love where I'm comin' from\nRemember me, that real-a** n***a you been runnin' from\nGot us sprung off the c**aine and the welfare\nWhile the black babies die without health care\n[Hook: Mac Mall]\nAmerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me?\nI'm a young black brother, so these motherf**er fear me\nAmerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me?\nI'm a young black brother, so these motherf**er fear me\n[Verse 3: Mac Mall]\nNow how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-a** flag\nWhen the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag?\nGot my mother spittin' drag 'bout I ain't home\nGot a double homicide warrant on my dome\nI hear em pushin' in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips\nCut through the back window and like a g hit a fence\nI'm thinkin' 'bout my folks gettin' sent for violation\nFoes and punk police, them devils still at my do'\nI peep a group of ten tryina get information\nI threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin' off frustration\nIt's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway\nSo if I go out blastin', call it my fate\nI got n***as in the pen like my cousin Bud \n\n\n\nLunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love\nBig Tom, Ray Ray, k**a Cuddy, Mac Dre\nCleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man\n[Hook: Mac Mall]\nAmerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me?\nI'm a young black brother, so these motherf**er fear me\nAmerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me?\nI'm a young black brother, so these motherf**er fear me\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nNow I been called a crook, a k**er, thug\nA no-good dealer of d**\nAnd Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what set you was\nCause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped\nAs long as ki's make g's these thieves attack\nAnd ain't no rules on the streets these days\nMuthaf**as better watch they back and take it eazay\nI'm livin' in the danger zone\nAnd learnin' lesson from the game, it's on\nn***as was gone when the frame was on\nI'm gettin' breakin' them balls daily\nIs there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell?\nSee, seems I was sentenced to d**h, takin' my steps with my head down\nWhy pour I liquor for my n***as, cause they dead now\nMy memory since I was a little seed\nWas a penitentiary full of n***as like me\nThese cops can't terrorize us, they despise us\nn***as, cause we on the rise\nPlus everybody's searchin' for a piece of the truth\nAnd the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut\nAnd the truth is\n[Hook: Mac Mall]\nAmerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me?\nI'm a young black brother, so these motherf**ers fear me\nAmerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me?\nI'm a young black brother, so these motherf**ers fear me\n(Motherf**ers fear me, motherf**ers fear me)\nYa, that's right\nStraight up here man\nLets break that sh** down one time, playa\n[Outro]\nHahaha (Eatz itz young)\nThey swear they got a n***a on the run\nsh**, Long as they make guns motherf**er, here we come\nIt'S got to be right, it's got to be true in '94\nAll us n***as want more, you know\nIt's like we forgettin' what the f** we fightin' for\n(Money is power motherf**er, you know)\nAnd Power is money ain't sh** funny when you ain't got none, see cut it's like this\n(It's like this, You Motherf**er quick to k** a n***a but you scared to k** a pig)\nThat's why we gets no respect\nCause motherf**ers can't stack a dollar\nWe'll jack for a dollar, but we gon smoke that sh** up\nn***as can't stack their money\n(don't nothin' move but the punch)\n(You'll rob a d boy, but you scared to hit a bank motherf**er)\nThat's why your sh** ain't right\nKnow what I' sayin'\n(better get right about your game man)\n(right about your motherf**in' game)\nIt's like this here\nAmerikka what we is, we ain't nothing but food to Amerikka\nThey chompin' n***as like it's an everyday job, you feel me?\nSo if you ain't gettin' smart about your motherf**in' thang\nYou will be the next motherf**in' meal, believe me\n(about them tryna eat me they gonnaz get a mouth full of Glock motherf**er)\nHaha Buck buck\nHaha 13 cases and we still can't trade places\nWe gotta get up out of here\nKnow I'm sayin, outta here\nAy but it's going down cuz it's '94 you know by 2000 n***as gonna get fed up\n(Amerikka Eatz Itz Young)\n(Amerikka Eatz Itz Young)\n(Amerikka Eatz Itz Young Motherf**ers do you feel me?)\nFeel me\nFeel me\nFeel me\nFeel me\nFeel me\nFeel me\nFeel me",
    "2pac - And 2morrow lyrics": "* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists\n[Shock G]\nWhattup 'Pac?\nThis for my dog, 2Pac Shakur, 2Pac Shakur\nYeah\n[Singer] + (random ad libs)\nToday is filled with anger\nFueled with hidden hate (fueled with hidden hate)\nScared of bein outcast (scared of bein outcast, scared of being an outcast)\nAfraid of common fate (afraid of common fate)\nToday is built on tragedy (today, is built on tragedy)\nWhich no one wants to face, which no one wants to face\nNightmares to humanity (nightmares, to humanity)\nAnd morally disgraces (and morallyyyyyyyyy disgraced)\nBut tomorrow, I see change (heh)\nA chance to build anew\nTomorrow, I see change (chaaaaaaange)\nA chance to build anew \n\n\n\nToday is filled with rage, violence fills the air\nChildren bred with foolishness, cause no one cares\nToday I lay my head down, but the pressure never stops\nGnawin at my sanity, content when I am dropped\nBut tomorrow, I see change...\nTomorrow, I see change (but tomorrow, I see change)\n[Voices all overlap]\nBut tomorrow, I see change\nA chance to build anew\nBuilt on spirit, content of heart\nAnd ideals based on truth\nAnd tomorrow's the same way\nI'm strong, because of my pride\nTo know I fought with all my heart\nTo keep my dreams alive\n[Singer]\nAnd tomorrow (heyyyyyyyyyyyyyeahhhheyy)\nTomorrow...\nTomorrow (ooooooooh tomorrow tomorrow...)\nAnd tomorrow {*to fade*}",
    "2pac - And 2morrow (Poem) lyrics": "Today is filled with anger\nFueled with hidden hate\nScared of being outcast\nAfraid of common fate\nToday is built on tragedies\nwhich no one wants 2 face\nNightmares 2 humanities\nand morally disgraced\nTonight is filled with rage\nViolence in the air\nChildren bred with ruthlessness\nBecause no one at home cares\nTonight I lay my head down \n\n\n\nBut the pressure never stops\ngnawing at my sanity\ncontent when I am dropped\nBut 2morrow I c change\nA chance 2 build anew\nBuilt on spirit, intent of heart\nand ideals based on truth\nAnd 2morrow I wake with second wind\nAnd strong because of pride\n2 know I fought with all my heart 2 keep my dream alive",
    "2pac - And I Still Love You lyrics": "[Red Rat]\nThis one is all about love!\nLove, love, oh no! (oh yeah)\nThis one is for my baby boo (thats you)\nNow whats about baby (thats right)\nRed Rat will always love you, always!\nYo bena or not molest me of you\nPrepare to die or say you want me too\nI would do anything for make you my baby boo\nRemember that - I still love you!\nYo bena or not molest me of you\nPrepare to die or say you want me too\nI want to hear my baby boo\nAnd this one is just for you, just for you!\n[Breakdown: Red Rat]\nI would jump all my girls for you\nWalk around the world for you\nFly around like the birds for you\nThats why I wrote these words for you..\n[Red Rat]\nI don't have everything..\nI sometimes wonder why, I don't have ANYTHING! (yeah)\nFrom my heart (definitely)\nYO!\nAccept the G of a better day (yeah)\nAnd you tell me find my way (yeah, yeah baby, yeah)..\n..but be the man I'm sure to make me stay (everybody does) \n\n\n\nBut to keep you, I'll do ALL it takes (anything)\nOf course, YEAH!\nMen you think you're nor'\nHold you but you're cloa'\nGive me a chance for sure and I'll show\nI'm really the one you know (know)\nThis is not a flo' (flo')\nCan we stick to the red cross?\nYO!..\n[Breakdown]\n[Red Rat]\nAnd if it meant that my love was really true (yeah)\nI'd gladly die and watch over you (believe that)\nI wish you know how much I cared\nYou'd see my love is true, that love we'd share (of course!)\nBelieve that yo (uhh)\nEven if you change your mind\nAnd said our love was through\nI'll die, I would cry, but I'll still love you (yeah)\nYO!\nYo bena or not molest me of you\nPrepare to die or say you want me too\nI would do anything to make you my baby boo\nIf it don't work - I still love you\n[Breakdown]\n[Red Rat]\nIt's for our love, no matter what\nI'll still love you (I love you)",
    "2pac - And Still I Love U lyrics": "I don't have everything\nAs a matter of fact I don't have anything,\nexcept a dream of a better day\nAnd you, to help me find my way\nBeing a man I am sure to make mistakes\nBut to keep you, I would do all it takes\nand if it meant my love was really true \n\n\n\nI'd gladly die and watch over you\nI wish you knew how much I cared\nYou'd see my love is true. By the life we'd share\nEven if you changed your mind and said our love was thru\nI'd want to die, continuously cry and still I'd love you",
    "2pac - And Still I Love You - Red Rat lyrics": "[Red Rat]\nThis one is all about love!\nLove, love, oh no! (oh yeah) This one is for my baby boo (thats you)\nNow whats about baby (thats right)\nRed Rat will always love you, always! Yo bena or not molest me of you\nPrepare to die or say you want me too\nI would do anything for make you my baby boo\nRemember that - I still love you! Yo bena or not molest me of you\nPrepare to die or say you want me too\nI want to hear my baby boo\nand this one is just for you, just for you! [Breakdown: Red Rat]\nI would jump all my girls for you\nWalk around the world for you\nFly around like the birds for you\nThats why I wrote these words for you.. [Red Rat]\nI don't have everything..\nI sometimes wonder why, I don't have ANYTHING! (yeah)\nFrom my heart (definitely) YO!\nAccept the G of a better day (yeah)\nAnd you tell me find my way (yeah, yeah baby, yeah)..\n..but be the man I'm sure to make me stay (everybody does) \n\n\n\nBut to keep you, I'll do ALL it takes (anything)\nOf course, YEAH! Men you think you're nor'\nHold you but you're cloa'\nGive me a chance for sure and I'll show\nI'm really the one you know (know)\nThis is not a flo' (flo')\nCan we stick to the red cross?\nYO!.. [Breakdown] [Red Rat]\nAnd if it meant that my love was really true (yeah)\nI'd gladly die and watch over you (believe that)\nI wish you know how much I cared\nYou'd see my love is true, that love we'd share (of course!)\nBelieve that yo (uhh)\nEven if you change your mind\nand said our love was through\nI'll die, I would cry, but I'll still love you (yeah) YO!\nYo bena or not molest me of you\nPrepare to die or say you want me too\nI would do anything to make you my baby boo\nIf it don't work - I still love you [Breakdown] [Red Rat]\nIt's for our love, no matter what\nI'll still love you (I love you)",
    "2pac - And Tomorrow lyrics": "Today is filled with anger\nfueled with hidden hate\nscared of being outcast\nafraid of common fate\nToday is built on tragedies\nwhich no one wants to face\nnightmares to humanities\nand morally disgraced\nTonight is filled with rage\nviolence in the air\nchildren bred with ruthlessness\nbecause no one at home cares\nTonight I lay my head down \n\n\n\nbut the pressure never stops\nknawing at my sanity\ncontent when I am dropped\nBut tomorrow I see change\na chance to build a new\nBuilt on spirit intent of Heart\nand ideals\nbased on truth\nAnd tomorrow I wake with second wind\nand strong because of pride\nto know I fought with all my heart to keep my\ndream alive.",
    "2pac - Are You Still Down? lyrics": "Girl it's alright babe\nAre you still down for me now?\nCause it's there in your eyes yea\nAre you still down for me?\nI can see that you want me\nAre you still down for me now?\nBy the way that you smile\nYea are you still down for me?\nLeft once again at home, another night your home\nAin't no fun if in love not at home alone\nHow's it feel to be useless, all night, tell me\nCan you recall how close we use to be there\nCan't use to remember those feeling again\nSeem like everytime I see you there's a tear in your eye\nWhat you cryin for? Time to make a decision or go dyin inside\nTell em all, call me fool but I'm stuck\nIt's a love thang, plus I'm overheatin from the rush\nTimes have touch, get ya feeling fireworks we watch the sky\nI'll make you smile but you'd rather have what makes you cry\nSay goodbye and I'll leave now\nWith my heart on my sleeve, memories down\nWhat I found is you still care\nYou had feeling and they still there\nBaby girl keep it real - are you still down?\nGirl it's alright babe\nCome on are you still down?\nCause it's there in your eyes yea, it's in your eyes\nI can see it in your eyes\nAre you still down?\nI can see that you want me\nDon'tcha want me don'tcha want me\nAre you still down?\nBy the way that you smile, hahaha yea\nAre you still down for me?\nRemember that evening\nYea are you still down?\nI know that you were too scared to go all the way, please \n\n\n\nBut you did it to please me\nCrying it was raining when you gave it to me\nThe more I see the more I feel inside\nAnd I know one thing I'll make it back to where you can fly\nWatch the time go\nDon't cry tomorrow is a better day\nWhat cha cryin for? Let me dry your eyes\nThink you burnin out...\nOnly once in a lifetime, touch my soul\nSo slow babe boo, don't rush the flow\nGot me all weak baby but I'm strong in parts\nWith more bounce to the ounce with the longest parts\nGet me mined like fine wine measured in time\nMaybe the other brothers loved you but the pleasure was mine\nMama taught me how to love a woman properly sprung\nWe committed so I hit it and it's properly done\nGirl it's alright babe\nCome on, are you still down?\nCause it's there in your eyes yea\nIt's in your eyes I can see it in your eyes\nAre you still down?\nI can see that you want me\nDon'tcha want me don'tcha want me\nAre you still down?\nBy the way that you smile, hahaha yea\nAre you still down for me?\nGirl it's alright babe\nCome on, are you still down for me now?\nCause it's there in your eyes yea\nIt in your eyes I can see it in your eyes\nAre you still down?\nI can see that you want me\nShe want you Jon she want you\nAre you still down?\nBy the way that you smile\nShe got smile look...\nBaby are you still down\nAre you down for me?\nBaby are you still down\nStill down for me!\n(Repeat till end)",
    "2pac - Army All By Myself lyrics": "[Hook: June Summers]\nI'm a army all by myself\nA soldier if nothing else\nAn army (I ball) and I want it all (I want it all)\nThem O.G.s that brought us up\nThem young boys that's coming out\nThe wars speak won't stop with the call (won't stop with the call)\n[Verse 1: Jay Rock]\nLook, I'm from the hood, won't never turn my back on it\nGot balls tryin' to make it with this rap homie\nAnd the boy get his hustle on\nKeep my 45, I don't need no muscle homes\nGot the heart of a hundred soldiers\nGot my town on my back, and it feels like a hundred boulders\nNow that's pressure, the boy never fold with it\nServe you a dish, look n***a I'm cold with it\nIn the bricks with my 'G'-double 'O'-'N's\nMack 10 loaded im my 5-double 'O'-benz\nRidin' on my enemies, got no time for friends\nAll about business, got my eyes on ends\nHomies said they're your homies, some n***as pretend\nForget about your a**, when you hit that penn\nJay Rock and Nipsey, yeah we out to win\nRed and blue make green, b**h n***as hating\n[Hook]\n[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]\nLook, our city never quite shook off\nThe recipes of Ricky Ross\nCouple of n***as rolled, but most just took a loss \n\n\n\nWhile the real bosses pa**ed bills in city hall\nLegislate the law for the n***as that cookin' raw\nThe razor blades and rocks get cut on fine china\nMy blocks economics like the beers [?]\nThe black man's sacrificial land for the concept\nA land based on the false prospect of progress\nFor instance\n[?]\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nLook, my n***as crooked though it seems\nMy every single thoughts caught up in collectin' cream, a made n***a\nPicture me dyin' in the blaze of gunfire\nWill not retire till I'm paid till I reach the pie\nWhen we ride we fly by b**hes blow me kisses\nn***as from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches\nFrom Crenshaw to 1-2-5 and do or die\nRollin' with n***as from Long Beach to Long I\nI'm heartless now cause my heart froze\nOnce I commence my show I rip apart foes\nNow I got one nation just a crooked compilation\nJust the inner bullsh** let's get back to money makin'\nTell them bustas that I rolled on controllin' a house\nMy sh**'s so wicked when I flip n***as closin' they mouthh\nThem cocoa brothers, Buckshout the beady eyed thug\nGreg Nice, LS, Asu, sure show a n***a love Outlaw!",
    "2pac - Around the Corner * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Artist Archive: 2Pac lyrics": "Discography\n-Official Releases\n-Official Posthumous Releases\n-Promos\n-Mixtapes/EPs\n-Unreleased/Bootlegged\nFilmography\nWriting/Literature Pieces BY 2Pac\nAwards & Accomplishments\nInterviews \n\n\n\n1996\nARTICLE NAME, PUBLISHER NAME, DATE PUBLISHED\n1995\nInterviews of others speaking about 2Pac\n2016\nARTICLE NAME, PUBLISHER NAME, DATE PUBLISHED\n2015\nArtist Archive: 2Pac",
    "2pac - As The World Turns lyrics": "[2Pac]\nAs the world turns..\nAs the world turns my ni**az grow and grow and grow\nand get dough and roll and ride\nni**az die and mommas cry\nni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides\nand three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change\nAnd ni**az fame, as the world turns..\nThough I walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me\nWisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies\nYou probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet\nRealism hard to understand, we stand slanted\nand still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me\nI pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me\nAnd still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains\nSome of us k**, but still, most of us can change\nif we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper\nEnemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside\nWe we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded\nTime will soon show, a thought can last for years\nOutshinin them fakes smile plastic tears\nlike last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear\nJust some busta a*s ba*tards allergic to cash this year\nMakaveli for the Mob, M-O-B\nk**in bustaz is my motherf**kin job, him or me\nLyrically fatally driven, ni**az reported missin\nMy competition dead or in prison, as the world turns...\n[Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)]\n(Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns\nMy ni**az grow and grow and grow\nand gettin dough and dough and dough\nfrom this state to that state\nfrom this cell to that cell, as the world turns)\nAs the world keeps turnin round and round\nIt's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin\n[Young Noble]\nAs the world turn burnin paths, starin through my rearview\nIt's a war goin on, and the President is in too\nI hear Tu-Pac sayin, \"Watch em they'll k** you\"\nSippin Thug Pa*sion, scrub actin like he feel you\nSteady plottin, ready or not; Outlawz lost\nbut not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton\nA spitter of the hotness, long timeness\nSo like six I ain't never been rich\nI need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house\nShe no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww\n[Napoleon]\nAnother lonely ni**a with a 12-gage pump\nwith a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, f**k these punks\nRoad rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt\nI hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf\nI ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug ni**a\nKadafi betta unslug this ni**a, Seike betta undrug this ni**a\nOut of the buildin we street children with no souls\nOur hearts gon' stay cold, the war gon' stay on\nWe serve em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec\nHit em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to\nNapoleon the front line soldier, front times over\nRider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober\nni**a talkin thug walkin all through yo' squad\nY'all ni**az scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all\nIt's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie \n\n\n\nBetter be prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie\nWorlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot\nRest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got\nAs the world turns..\n[Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)]\n(And my ni**az roll and ride, hahaha\nni**az gettin swoll out\nAnd it don't stop and it don't quit\nThat real s**t! As the world turns..\nni**az die for\nHow many you ni**az try for this? As the world turns\nMurderin methods.. haha OUTLAW!)\nAs the world keeps turnin round and round\nIt's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin\nAs the world keeps turnin round and round\nIt's gon' be goin round as the world turns..\n[E.D.I. Amin]\nOnly haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions\nAnd acquired the desired status of boss livin\nWe cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish\nPayin our dues with bloodshed, ain't s**t y'all could tell us\nFellas - mount up, it's time for battle, it's on now\nTwo worlds collidin armies ridin soldiers, gone wild\nSometimes I think my glory days was back in my youth\nI sought too for family, but I got it lost in these ounces\nNow as the world turns court adjourns, I'm sentenced to burn\nThe cost of my sins too much, nuttin left to earn\n[Kadafi]\nOctober 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage\nMarried my Mack-11 hit the block playin\nOnly five years up in this bi**h, poppa runnin from the Feds\nPuttin peanut bu*ter on the walls to hide his prints\nMe on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home\nto protect my zone in these streets I roam\nDough on d-low, downin straight shots of Cristal Brothers\nHundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, f**k eighth\nI need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state\nGot the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight\nf**k my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler's yearn\nfor this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns\n[Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper (repeats as Tupac speaks)]\n[2Pac]\nHahaha.. as the world turns..\nand turns and turns and turns.. haha\nThis for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle\nHopin to bubble, keep on hustlin, as the world turns\nMoney come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go\nFriends come and go.. my soldiers, stay eternal\nOutlaw Immortalz, dedicated\nI send this to black Jesus, only he can feed us\nWhen you need us, as the world turns\nThrow this s**t in the deck, hahah\nni**az gettin chin checked\nFrom the East to the West best to wear a vest\nni**a we ain't the ones to test, f**k you\nAs the world turns\nOutlaw ridahs, Mutah right beside us\nCamillion, wanna make a million\nHaha legit, as the world turns.. haha..\nBurn baby burn\n[Napoleon]\nA lot of ni**az get burned as the world turns\nA lot of ni**az gettin burned as the world turns..\nGettin burned as the world turns\n",
    "2pac - At a gun range in Compton (Interview) lyrics": "[2Pac]: Okay, basically all throughout being black in America\nwe always had [?] non-violent, peaceful, logical and more sane than every other race you know\nwe could never take the stands which is our true stands to be straight soldiers, straight warriors until hip hop came\nwhen hardcore hip hop came, it was all right for a n***a to say f** y'all you know we gon' do the f** we want you know bang bang you know\nit was cool for a n***a to do that, other than that\nit was never heard of even back in 'em Gim Brown days them n***as was dying at the end of the pictures you know\nand hip hop done n***as still living that n***a that doing all the dirt still living it's like.. that's like the hero sh** that go back to Africa telling stories and sh** we just pa** the hero through soldier though\nwe pa**ing story through soldier and hardcore youngster that come up when they see there's n***a that can do something that can shoot back sh** it's all good\nyou would still pride you would still self defense and everybody got the right of self defense\n[Interviewer]: So 'Pac what you think about the movie as far as reality go you know what I'm saying\ngang bangin' and is there reality popping right now\n[2Pac]: In the streets you mean?\n[Interviewer]: yeah\n[2Pac]: hell yeah ain't nuttin but k**ing having right now\nbut it's really like you can't tell a n***a not to do that\nbecause gangs ain't nuttin but tribes\nand n***a could not survive out here by his self\nso all I say the gang is all black\nbe down for all black\nbut sh** you can survive out here by yourself, the police ain't nuttin but a gang your national guard is a gang\nwe learn all that gat sh** from the government\nwe learn all this gun sh** from the government you know\nthey get somebody get a gun the gov get bigger gun\nhow they gon show us that we can't pick up, so I'm picking up feel me\n--\n[Interviewer]: let's talk about violence 'Pac\n[2Pac]: say it again\n[Interviewer]: The violence has jumping off now you know what I'm saying how'd you feel that'd affect the kids thats coming up right\n[2Pac]: I think the black... excuse me .. black on violence\naffect the youngsters making 'em cold hearted\nwhen we k** each other it make us not giving a f** about blackness you know, when they see they own n***as you know they're grown n***as that's k**ing other n***as you know\nit make it like to where is they're cold and heartless you know, I can said it cause I'm heartless\nI grew up panther wise you know I'm sayin\nand nowadays n***a is like f** that we gotta survive\nI'm screaming black like the next man but when the first shot lick off you know it's all good everybody is all in\ncause n***as will k** you quicker than some of these crackers\nand then they'll k** you but won't k** some of these crackers which k**s me\nso and also like that police violence against us that is making us crazy that was making us k** each other cause we really want to k** the police but we scared so we k** each other you know we got guns we just scare to do that to the motherf**ers that's doing it to us so I feel as though, you know, sh**, the violence is just making us more cold hearted animals you know some sh** they can't f** with\ncause we worst than anything they talk about it\n[Interviewer]: Let's talk about the black family how do you come up grown enough [?] with that type of environment\n[2Pac]: I'm saying my peoples, my folks staying down in Penitentiaries for bang robberies and k**ing cops and you know what I'm saying, that 's my family tree\nit ain't no stretch for me to be talking the sh** I be talking\nand they didn't do it screaming let's go move the white they was screaming African liberation\nI'm talking about straight motherf**ing G's\nbut now they in jail now you know, and then nobody gave a f** and in this mothef**ers out here with beats all that drama that be wearing and my folks is in the Pen' over that sh**\nso I takes sh** like f** it I'm not that type of n***a that's gon be like aramba aramba, you know I live right here and it's hard right motherf**ing here\nI help y'all soon as I get there but while I'm here, I'm speaking the language that we speak, I'm dressing the clothes that we dressing and I'm fighting the battle that we got to fight, you know what I'm saying and if n***a wanna be down sh** it could be all n***a thang but if them n***as don't, sh** I be by motherf**ing self but n***as will following you know what I'm saying\nand n***as won't gon see it till the last second this ain't no sh** that just happening in this Cent' in this little 10 years\nthis sh** been goin' off for ganger everybody been talk about it\neverybody make song about it just for real you know what I'm saying\nand we runnin' out n***as to bury\n[Interviewer]: Where's the music going 2Pac? is it gon' get harder?\n[2Pac]: I don't know it depends on n***as balls if n***as got big nuts like me it's gon get way harder but sh** if n***as got little n***as it's gon start getting back to a different type rap you know what I'm mean\npartying and f**ing and all of that type of sh**\nbecause that's what we talking about when they don't let us talk about when we really wanna talk about\nso it depends you can listen to the radio and listen to what n***as be talking about\nand if they start talking that crazy sh** then it ain't cool\nif n***as still talking that thug sh** you know that hardcore sh** it's all good\nbut if they talking that hen you know all that crazy sh**\nit ain't gon' be like that\nnot nuttin is wrong with that but it's something wrong with it if you think that's hardcore you know what I'm saying\n[Interviewer]: [?]influenced through rappers head on the kids????\n[2Pac]: ultimate, ultimate some of these kids should know that some of these rappers ain't like that and that's the bad part you know\nthe good part it just some rappers who took that sh** seriously like me\nI feel as though everything I rap about sh** anybody could check my card on it and I gotta be able to pullin' pull show and improve whenever somebody wanna pull my card on it some of these n***as\ngotta do the same thang but it ain't like that\nthey screaming they soldiers but they not being soldiers in reality so it's like that what's the bad part\ncause some of these kids really believe you you know they really doing that sh**\nn***as be listening to tapes and knocking cop off and sh** you know what I'm sayin and that sh** is deep you know what I'm sayin\n[Interviewer]: is that what you saying in like Strictly for n***as [?] in the album that came out\n[2Pac]: yeah it's like,you know like, sh**, f** it ain't nuttin wrong with it being all black thang that don't mean we're racist cause we want n***as to survive\nain't nuttin wrong with that we say this just for blacks\ncan't nobody say sh** if you sayin we strictly for n***as\ncan't nobody I am being racist I ain't saying f** all the crackers\nI'm just saying still strictly for my n***as that's all n***as thang\nyou know and when I'm down mexicans all that wanna be down but if that sh** really it's for n***as\n[Interviewer]: What about the female rappers [?] cause you dissing the b**hes and hoes how you feel about that?\n[2Pac]: I feel as though it really ain't as big as everybody making you know\neven the females know what's b**hes\nfemales don't even hang with females\nso why would they expect n***a understand something they don't understand it that's one\ntwo, is that these b**hes is like boss she out there handling her business she aim saying why call me b**hes; SHE CLOWNING!\nand that's what you do, that's how you show and improve bet no n***a gon f** with her\nif you call yourself a b**h, Who can call you a b**h?\nbut f** it\nI'm a n***a that's just like I don't even believe in that I'm not a b**h sh**\nif you're not a b**h why the f** in that conversation why the f** you even put-- I ain't no b**h, what okay\n[Interviewer]: What about the female rappers?\n[2Pac]: female rappers some is row, some is not, some still sellin' co*k, some getting pimped, some is f**ing whoever doing their music and soon them n***as ain't getting more p**y they ain't putting no more records out so that's like the damn part, if they just you know put they co*k in they hand and just drop records it would be cool\nbut they keep f**ing mixing business and pleasure that a n***a can't really be a fan of that\nI can't really get in into boss' music if she's hardcore I'm gon' stay hardcore cause I can be down for that\nliking this n***a tape\nnah I won't buy this b**h tape\nI buy this n***a tape\nbut if she start flip flopping it's a difference\nanybody start flip flopping it's a difference\n[2Pac]: every album I did I ain't trippin off that\nonly time that I ever sat back and wrote the rhyme that I was goin' do and thought about it like it's the \"Same Song\" song I did with Digital Underground\nbesides that every record that came out that 2Pac did I did high and drunk in the studio while they was making the beat like laying the beat down\nand that's why I be soundin' little sloppy\nbut that's all\nit be like f** it I feel as though n***as drunk and high when they gon' still listen to it you gon' like it or not\nand I don't even picture myself to be as like Dre\nI just picture myself to be like me\nI would be putting out Underground if nobody ever buy my record and I'll selling up to where's I can putting out underground tapes from there it's cool though\nyou know if you just signed with d**h Row that's gon' be cool too, they gon' be doing my n***a up \n\n\n\nit's all cool sh**\nthey came to me and said: \"Do you wanna work with the Row\"\nand I said \"hell yeah\"\nDre wanna do sh** on my music, my next album\nI can't really ask him nuttin more than that really in '93\n[Interviewer]: so that's beginning of a new family thang\n[2Pac]:Yep, we goin' on that tour, it's new\nthug life and d**h row ain't that a b**h\n[Interviewer]: You coming from up north right you coming from up north and then coming down here just chilling how is it from like up there in Oakland?\n[2Pac]: it really ain't change just different cultures I feel as though the ghetto was the ghetto it ain't near ghetto I can't go to and kicking it and come up and I don't care who colors or not\nI didn't always think that so I'm not being co*ky\nI was scared in L.A. to where's I didn't know nuttin about the game thang\nthat's the only thing I was scared of\njust ignorance not knowing we're not to go\nsh** if I been there long enough they can smoke me\nI really don't care, it's all good, cause I'm in here, I'm in here\nWatts, this is Compton there's no place that I won't go\nand I feel as though if you got love and if you putting out real sh** you can do that\nif you kicking that sh** from your heart you can go wherever your heart want you to go\nif you kicking that sh** from the white folks office them white folks gon' have to bring you through the hood\nif you they tell you when you be a g\nsh** they gon' have to tell you when you come to the hood\nso it's cool like this, since I got big nuts, my big nuts take me wherever I wanna go and I love that\nI like that I like that\nI went to Chicago, we was f**ing with them gang n***as out there\nit's a good feeling to be, you see these white folks running out like a f**er from these n***as then you get there they all like \"What's up 'Pac\" they all like down\nso it's true n***as can unite you know\n--\n--\nMo hand me that 40 ammunition , 40 millimeter ammunition\n--\nI show you how to trick, this a 10 millimeter but I'm loading it with 40 millimeter bullets cause it would work watch\n[Interviewer]: In this like, anger you shooting at these targets right here?\n[2Pac]: Anger?\n[Interviewer]: Yeah\n[2Pac]: that is when I got that MAC-11 I don't be tryna aim, I just be tryna hit they a**\nbut when I got the glock I aims and hit they a** (word)\n--\n[2Pac]: huh what on my music?\nuhm sh** the hood\neverywhere I been I done live in New York that's where I was raised that's where I came up you know\nand I done move to I done live in Harlem, The Bronx just in New York if you know that's two different cultures\nthen I done live to Baltimore, Marlon that's a whole another type culture that's that the Washington, D.C. scene I didn't live there for 4 years\nI didn't live in Oakland for 4 years\nI didn't came out to L.A. and here I be\nit's like you moving all them ghettos you gon' pick up the slang and all them towns, you gon' pick up one common thing which is dope dealing\nand that's what everybody do, everywhere I went that was the common thread you know dope everybody gotta make it you know what I'm saying\nno matter how bad we look down on that that the no. 1 career for young black male in America in the real America\n[Interviewer]: [?] music\n[2Pac]: I don't really got nuttin, I rap, I'm a hip hop fan first\nI was first and foremost that where I am, it shows\nwhen I'm meeting n***as I like I show it ain't no on that bullsh**\ncause I got big nuts, I don't care I like them n***as\nbut now I like \"Beat It\" I like all the hardcore n***as\nI buy they tapes my [?]\nany day any car I on anywhere I go\nyou can check my pockets or anything it's tapes hip hop\nand I don't listen -- it ain't got to be the n***a that is platinum\nit could be some underground tape I got from Chicago\nbut I spread that sh** around I really do enjoy the music I like that hardcore sh** I think it's good it get me through a lot to sh** it get me through a lot to know that another n***a is feeling what I feel, going through what I going through\nAnd if you keep it hardcore that's how it is\nbut if we always talking about the good time sh**\nwhen a n***a having a bad time he gotta turn his deck off\nand listen to keep sweating it's not like, sh**\nhip hop should go through every single emotion that we have you know\n---\n---\n[2Pac]: like that is the perfect example\nwhen people used to ask me last year what you call your music hardcore I didn't even put it in that position I said it was\nsoul music cause that's what it is to me\nit's like Bill Withers and Marvin Gaye you know how they used to like sang and no matter who is listen to the tape was still a black music, it was black music and that's how you know the rap is it's like like \"Straight Up Menace\" that song \"Straight Up Menace\" Compton Most Wanted\nwhen that sh** came out n***a was having a bad day you know I was on my way to get some weed f**ed up you know I done been intense and sh** and I was listened to that sh** just to know that another n***a was feeling the same way you feel\na rapper that you know that you seen and the music fit and the words fit that sh** is like you know get you through\njust like as if you gotta phone call from a homie to see I understand you know what I'm saying it's like the music let you know that another person understand and for the black community especially we have like broken families with no father no big brothers and so the music becomes the big brother or the music becomes the father\nbecause you listen to all the fathers so you be like Ice Cu..\nI grew up Ice Cube, Public Enemy, KRS-ONE, LL Cool J, Big Daddy Kane all them n***as was my daddy cause I ain't have nuttin and that's why I listen to em to know how to have big nuts you know what I'm saying them the n***as who I gauge my nuts by so if Cube was saying he was knocking this n***a off and Kane was saying this and this how you do a n***a and LL was saying you beating this n***as like this you grew up being okay let's f** it haha fu*k IT\nI got big nuts aha, I'm knocking n***as off I'm not taking sh** from the police, Cube told me this \"b**h Iz a b**h\" and I'm not f**ing with these hoes you grew up and you get the listen that you would've gotten from your daddy but you get it from n***as cause they got it from they daddy and they spitting the game so the game is the music and it's like you paying 10 dollars for a whole lifestyle of game that why these white kids could dress and act like n***as cause all they got to do is gon' get 10 tapes and after they study them 10 tapes they got f**ing hood 101 (hahahaha) that's the exact example\nlook at em white boys sh** they got down pack mode on some n***as got they hats to the back they saggin, extra saggin the right shoes the right belts they know what kinda draws they got to wear they know they got to have T-Shirt they know what Swap Meet to go through they know when to [?] they a** home\nthat's all from our records we taught em that we ain't even get paid really so it ain't like it's just the music we selling we selling the game, the lifestyle\ncause soon we start talking about some of that Vanilla Ice sh** they ain't gon' buy our records, long as you talking about the hood they gon' buy the record cause they wanna know what's happening in the hood\nhow we can we live as dope as y'all doing in the hood up in these rich a** mansions and that's what some rappers is doing they portraying the role but they really getting it from tapes they really getting it from all other sh**\n--\n[2Pac]: I got these I got hollow point rifle bullets\nlet me show ya\nyou know rifle bullets go through the vest by they self they could go through the vest right\nso by me having hollow point on it\nyou know hollow point making it expand it'll go through the vest and then expand (yeah), you know\nthat's for n***as the'd be wearing vest like me\nlisten for the police\nif they ever come get me for some bullsh**\nnah I don't wanna go to jail which I don't I got this [?]\nI ain't going to jail\nnot at less I want to, not at less I did some I go but I finna go for nothing you know what I'm saying, so if they come for me\nI'm putting a 90 rounder in they *a***\n--\n[2Pac]: (hollow point) hollow point like a motherf**er\nso really a 90 rounder, with some hollow point and 223's, a glock, a MAC-11, a 9 millimeter, 357\ngotta 12 gauge Mossberg over there.. sensational\nn***as [?] than the motherf**ers offer me you feel me and a bag full of bullets\nI'm telling some n***as could pack what I pack in a bags little bullets\nand then you truly achieve unless you do all this I really don't think n***a should be doing that all rapping cause now go check my record and I'm rapping about all this\ntalking about 9's 45's all the sh** that I got\nand bullets how you gon' do all that k**ing n***a with no bullets\nn***as be having 3 bullets in they guns\ncheck you n***as check you n***as that got gun and I betcha\nhave the n***as got 3 bullets in they guns?\ncause they don't go to the range, they don't buy bullets, I gotta bag of bullets and I'm dead serious about this sh** and I can shoot\nhalf of these n***as came to shoot it's a range test I did this to set a precedent\nnow let's see what other n***as is doing all that other sh**\nnow you know I'm talking it like I welcome it\nnow all I really gotta do is shoot at a live target\nbut it ain't got that deep yet and I'm not really tryna prove nuttin, so it's all good until then I keep shootin in purpose\n--\nso don't get pistol whips",
    "2pac - b**h Please lyrics": "[Dr. Dre]\nYeah whattup Detroit?\n[Snoop Dog]\nNu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't!\nAhhh! They didn't do it again\nWhat-what, what-what?\nDid you sh** on these n***as two times Dr. Dre?\n[Dr. Dre]\nOh fo' sho'!\n[Snoop Dog]\nUh-uh, naw, ya smell that?\nThis is special right here\nWhat-what, what-what-what?\nYeah, it's a toast to the boogie baby\nUhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie\nYeah, y'know! What's crackin Dre?\n[Dr.Dre]\nJust let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp sh**\nOn Slim's sh** and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)\nThrow on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts\nAnd watch mosh pits til motherf**ers knock each other unconcious\n(Watch out now!)\nSome of these crowds that Slim draws\nIs rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars\nSome of these crowds me and Snoop draw these n***as from Crenshaw\nFrom Long Beach to South Central\nWhoa, not these n***as again\nThese grown-a** ignorant men with hair-triggers again\nYou and what army could harm me?\nD-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach\n(East-syde!)\nCame a long way, to makin these songs play\nIt'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way\nI got a long uz', and I carry it all day\n(Blaow!)\nSometimes it's like a nightmare, just bein Andre\nBut I..\n[Snoop Dog]\nSomehow, someway tell 'em, n***a\nYou know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)\nNow let me cut these n***as up and show em where da f** I'm comin from\nI get the party crackin from the sh** that I be spittin son\nHit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run\nGot about fifty guns, and I love all of 'em the same\nBang bang!\nDamn baby girl what's your name?\nI forgot what'd you say it was? Damn a n***a buzzed\nHangin in the club, with my nephew Eminem\nThe Great White American Hope, done hooked up\nWith the King of the motherf**in West coast, bay-bayy!\n[Nate Dogg]\nAnd you don't really wanna f**, with me\nOnly n***a that I trust, is me\nf** around and make me bust, this heat\n[Snoop]\nThat's, the devil, they always wanna dance\n[Xzibit]\nI'm the Head n***a In Charge, I'm watchin you move\nYou're found dead in your garage\nWith ten o'clock news coverage\nGotta love it, cause I expose the facade\nYour little lungs is too small to hotbox with God\nAll jokes aside, come bounce with us\nStandin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust\nIt's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust \n\n\n\nI might leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs\nSo who do you trust?\nThey just not rugged enough\nWhen things get rough I'm in the club shootin with Puff\nb**h, please you must have a mental disease\nAssume the position and get back down on your knees\nC'mon\n[Nate Dogg]\nAnd you don't really wanna f**, with me\nOnly n***a that I trust, is me\nf** around and make me bust, this heat\n[Snoop]\nThat's, the devil, they always wanna dance\n[Nate Dogg]\nAnd you don't really wanna f**, with me\nOnly n***a that I trust, is me\nf** around and make me bust, this heat\n[Snoop]\nThat's, the devil, they always wanna dance\n[Eminem]\nAwww naww, big Slim Dogg\nEighty pound balls, dick six inch long\nBack up, in the, heezy BAY-BAY\nHe's Sha-day!\n(He is so crazy)\nHahaha! Gimme the mic, let me recite\n'til Timothy White\nPickets outside the Interscope offices every night\nWhat if he's right?\nI'm just a criminal, makin a living\nOff of the world's misery what in the world gives me the right\nTo say what I like\nAnd walk around flippin the bird\nLivin the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs\nDreamin at night of screamin at mom\nSchemin to leave\nRun away from home and grow to be as evil as me\nI just want you all to notice me and people to see\nThat somewhere deep down\nThere's a decent human being in me\nIt just can't be found\nSo the reason you've been seeing this me\nIs cause this is me now\nThe recent dude who's being this mean\nSo when you see me, dressin up like a nerd on TV\nOr heard the CD usin the f*g word so freely\nIt's just me being me, here want me to tone it down?\ns** my f**in dick, you f*ggot\nYou happy now? Look here\nI start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go)\nAsk the bouncers in the club cause they know\n(cause they know)\nI start some sh** they throw me out the back do'\n(the back do')\nCome back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo')\n[Nate Dogg]\nAnd you don't really wanna f**, with me\nOnly n***a that I trust, is me\nf** around and make me bust, this heat\n[Snoop]\nThat's, the devil, they always wanna dance\n[Nate Dogg]\nAnd you don't really wanna f**, with me\nOnly n***a that I trust, is me\nf** around and make me bust, this heat\n[Snoop]\nThat's, the devil, they always wanna dance\n[Xzibit]\n2001 and forever\nSlim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg\nC'mon, yeah!!",
    "2pac - b**hes/World Wide Dime Piece lyrics": "[Intro: Queen & Greg Nice]\nsh**, ain't nothin' wrong with f**in' with a n***a from the east coast\nAin't nothin' wrong with gettin' a lil' piece of the east (no doubt!)\nYou know I stayed on the West coast\nAnd I'm the queen with the most\nI f** with the east coast n***as\n(Hey, hey baby[?] I'm from the east coast )\nAnd that's for damn sure\n[?] I just got a call from my man 'Pac, and we were talkin' about how we like\nTo toss up\nHow we like our b**hes ya know?\n(Mm, hmm)\nSo uh I mean, I LOOOVE me some Cali p**y\nAight n***a you don't know nothin' 'bout Cali p**y though\n(yeah yeah)\nYou couldn't possibly know nothin' 'bout this west sh** right her\n[Verse 1: Greg Nice]\nUgh ugh ugh ugh (sh** check it out)\nYo, money don't grow on trees\nEverybody talkin' bout they movin' ki's\nProbably they gettin' dirt on they knees\nNo time for bull crap I got to get these\nSoon as I step my feet up in the jam\nEyeballs on me wanna know who I am\nFail to realize, I'm the same man\nMade it funky for you\nWith the pure blim blam\nUh a jelly fish, uh\nYou know I can't stand\nHung out with my crew, jerked more than a grand\nFrontin' a** n***a ain't nothin' but a fan\nI know we can make it yes, we can can\nGreg N.I.C.E game playa get dough and buy land\nExpand and help my brother man\nCheck me out y'all\nA check me out y'all\nA check me out\nCheck me out\nA check me out y'all y'all\n[Capital LS]\nLet me lick you up.....\nLet me lick you down....\nCome on baby let me lick you all around\nWhat did you do ...\n[Verse 2: Capital LS]\nWhen the p**y lick you strung out\n9 times outta 10, I'd escape like too bandit\nI took this slanted dime b**h for granted\nI couldn't understand that the a** broke out like ma** transit\nI was with it cushy, was with the freaky deeky\nThe dickey dickey equivalent to the dickey dickey\nMy mushy pushy was all up inside your cushy p**y (alright)\nHey yo yo you make sure she douchey douchey\nWithout a doubt...\nYo I'll be all on top of that\nMy dick stays strapped with a top hat\nI peeked your nipples, protrudin' through your negligee\nAnd hey you say we can do this sh** here everyday\nLet's works this out like Jane Fonda\nOver turkey lasagna, or we can take this to the back of the Honda\nYou need to feel warm nut on your breasts\nAin't nothin' f**in' with them b**hes (nah) from the west\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nEternally thug n***a, hill figga, made by Tommy \n\n\n\nSo when I speak hope to reach my Boricua mammies\nOr come to poppy, I love it when it's wet and sloppy\nIn and out the mouth piece, until I cum no one can stop me\nMy bump and grind will do ya every time\nCome get a blast of this thug pa**ion, It'll blow ya mind\nHey!!, throw up your legs, wrap them sh**s around my back\nIt's a westside thing f**in' hoes around the map\nWalkin' down 125 while I'm peepin' out hotties\nAnd they, seduce my Jimmie, I'll be screamin' give me body\nMake 'em all scream my name out, give me my props\nAnd don't you, love how this thug n***a beat up the cop\nI'm at the Rican parade, I'm watching caramel b**hes play\nGet with real n***as, bullsh** will never get you paid\nThis is the dream of a young black team\nI fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend\nNow come on\n[Verse 4: Asu]\nI get my sh** off like clothes before s**\nSteppin' to b**hes like gortex\nMatter fact your next\nOn the agenda\nSo I'ma send a f**in' head\nIf ya say the wrong sentence\nSprint like long distance\nHit some laps baby, I'm bustin' raps baby\nChillin' with them n***as\nThat's f**in' peelin' caps bad\nMad love bring shoulder across through\nTime zones try to catch a cyclone\nYou get ya mind blown\nI show em how I attract all shapes and sizes\nAll eyez is on whatever makes it rises\nOnce she come through\nI'ma show ya just what lumber do\nYou got a man, I'll ya the pencil in ya number 2\nIt's all the same wherever you go\nHoes is hoes, foes is foes, pros is pros\nYeah y'all n***as know\nFrom East to West it's all the same\nOnce they hit the mattress\nb**hes catchin' dyslexia\nScreamin' my name backwards\nUsa, Usa ohh\n[Outro: Snoop Dogg]\nAin't that so\nUmm\nNow I dun been around the world\nAnd aye ya ya\nI done had some bad b**hes\nAnd I can't deny\nI had some b**hes in New York\nSome Puerto Rican b**hes\nPuerto Ricco\nHey\nPuerto Ricco\nCome on\nPuerto Ricco\nHey\nPuerto Ricco\nThat's what the p**y said\nWhen I got up outta it\nThat felt good\nI've even had some hoes in D.C\nYou know some college hoes\nI had some hoes down south\nUmm yeah southern hospitality\nI even had some hoes up north, in Valle-hoe\nI even had some hoes down in Idaho\nGotta say wa**up to all my Idahoes\nOh wee\nI even had some hoes over sea\nThe p**y (p**y) was the bomb\nWe got off (echoes)",
    "2pac - Ba-by-lon (Ihi Yahnh Ihi) lyrics": "[Verse 1: Vaani Shiest]\nCrumblin' another tree\nPipe in the dime piece\nShootin' the birds, sprayin the bees\nSerpentine tendencies\nHold tongue before you mention me\nSeekin' each and every evening for one epiphany\nGrippin' zz's getting lost in Herbies e-spliffianies\nThe E keep me in harmony\nThe P got me complacent B\nTossin' in them sweaty sheets that kept me wake in recent weeks\nWhen you trying to live blissfully its hard to maintain consistency\nDown to the nitty gritty plottin' to take a lap of luxury\nPut them herringbones and cuban links on a black henley\nMaui Wowie in them bronchies, flick the ashies on the dashie\nRuggedds stuffy with duckettes, contention's bones on my necklace\nNovae givin' the OK to render these b**hes helpless\nVices leavin n***as lifeless\nIdentity crisis over them prices\nH-to-the-K, equipped with the silence\nLeave you leakin' outta yo sinuses\nDead presidents got n***as evil\nTil' it k** you with the needle\n[Interlude: Vaani Shiest]\nShots ring out, children scarred from the cacophony\nWhile our elders play the lottery\nSelf-righteous making a mockery\nGossippin' and guzzlin' 40z, committin' adultery\nThe lords temple is the source of this hypocrisy\nConvicted felons NORE\n3rd strikin' ouncin' lowkey - incogni\nIn neighborhoods - foreign of former glory\nBaseheads with the llelo all in they respiratory\nWhipping through with the homies shaking heads, lordie lordie\n[Verse 2: Vaani Shiest]\nA league of a**a**ins - plottin' against my people with chemicals\nRainin down from the atmosphere - d**h, continual\nCaught in this continuum, survivin' off the bare minimum\nLet the bell toll from Darfur onto Syria\nPalestine, Iraq, Afghanistan and Libya\nEgypt, Ethiopia, and those slain for oil & opium\nThese b**hes ain't got no soles melanoma all in they toes\nBabylon, propaganda polluted souls\nIn the North young n***as gettin' folded like origami\nChurches on every corner but we still not finding God b\nAssalamulaikum to the populace\nLight the piff and take a hit, and act like I don't remember sh**\nPuffin' on that white widow 'til my face is a weeping willow\nGot her face all in the pillow, tell her to pop it and man it jiggle\nI'm succumbin to jealously over my friendlies\nBarely conscious to my own depravity\nMediocrity is conformity\n[Interlude 2: Vaani SHiest]\nLighters up for a Mazel Tov\nBut all we get is a Molotov\nPumps sawed-off, 9x19s and Kalishnikovs \n\n\n\nYoungins man they trappin' em\nChoppas they keep blastin' em\nOur hoods drenched in piss\nStreets lined with dead kids\nMisfits, and infants - born into rebellion\nParents fried of paraphenalia\nThese streets is helter-skelter\nPotent tokin' till I di-al-late\nHopin' the chronic take me to a higher state....\n[Verse 3: Vaani Shiest]\nI and I be free - to establish inity\nAbsent the disparity, teach youth of Kemetian dynasties\nHaile Selaisse ya, just wanna see the light of Jah\nHeed the deceiver, in the midst of mammon even the light can deceive ya\nI gotta little sunshine, now I sublime rhyme with a sound mind\nThat rum-pum-pum - dun-dun-dun - B.I.P graffiti mentions\nAll of the Gunplay, rembranting the ghetto gray-scale\nAnd with every cigarette flick, I guess n***as content with livin' the frail\nLife - Might as well leave well enough alone and knapsack with my vagabonds\nTampon Evangelion with Leviathan n***a carry on\nCan't help it all the pharisees of the fairest s** want to Ferris me\nAfter the Sunday serpent sermon, she serpent tonguing my little heirs to be\nBabylon, Babylon - why you so appealin'\nWhy I lose my sanctity, and wind up k**ing my own, creepin'\nWhy you open yo legs of vanity knowin' it'll only k** me\nEating yo p**y with a Chelsea Grin, hoping yo nectar heal me\n[Interlude 3: Vaani Shiest]\nThey speak of heaven to me, I never heard of the place\nHow am I suppose to confide in a n***a that never shows his face ?\nA little hennessey and heresy never hurt nobody\nI rather die enormous than live dormant ... by any means necessary\n[End: Makaveli]\n...And all that other sh** is to control you\nIf the churches took half the money they was making and gave it back to the community, we'd be alright\nIf they take half the buildings that they use to praise God, and give it to motherf**ers who need god; we'd be alright\nWe'd be alright\nHave you seen some of these goddamn churches lately?\nIts ones that take up the whole block in New York\nIt's homeless people out here\nWhy God ain't letting them stay there?\nWhy these n***as got gold ceilings and sh**?\nWhy God need gold ceilings to talk to me?\nWhy do God need colored windows to talk to me?\nWhy God can't come to where I'm at? Where he sent me?\nIf God wanted to talk to me in a pretty spot like that; why'd he send me here then?\nYou know what I mean?\nThat make ghetto kids not believe in God\nWhy?",
    "2pac - Baby Don't Cry (keep Ya Head Up Ii) lyrics": "[2Pac]\nI feel you {uhh} .. (baby don't)\nbut you can't, you can't give up\n{Hey.. 2Pac what?}\n[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]\nBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz}\nEven when the road is hard, never give up\nBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up}\n[2Pac]\nNow here's a story bout a woman with dreams\nSo picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen\nBeneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile\nNobody knew about her secret so it took a while\nI could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek\nSheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me,\n\"What would you do if it was you?\"\nCouldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through\nI tried to trade places in the tragedy\nI couldn't picture three crazed ni**az grabbin me\nFor just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me\nFour ni**az violated, they chased and they raped me\nEven though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief\nThinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go\nNo! You got to find a way to survive\ncause they win when your soul dies\n[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]\nBaby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up\nBaby don't cry, you got to keep your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up\nBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up {never give up}\nBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}\nEven when the road is hard, never give up\nBaby don't cry\n[Edi Amin]\nUhh\nForget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change\nain't no hater but that ni**a lost in the game\nAfter the bright lights and big thangs\nhe probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle\nEveryday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo')\nand never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho'\nUh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn)\nAnother wild-a*s ni**a that's gon' drive you crazy\nYou got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you,\ncause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right)\nBeautiful, black, precious, and complicated\nA new millennium dime piece, so fine she\ngot em all stuck standin still when she come through\nBaby take a little mo' time, love'll find you\nAnd show us the sky's blue somebody other than me\ngon' give you everything you need, feel me?\n{Don't cry-ahhhhh..}\n[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]\nBaby don't cry, you got to keep your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} \n\n\n\nBaby don't cry, you got to keep your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}\nBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up}\nBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}\nEven when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh}\nBaby don't cry\n[Young Noble]\nI'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump\nNow you losin, you was choosin the wrong man\nDealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful\nLost and turned out, what you let that ni**a do to you? (Damn)\nI knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me\nWrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me\nWe was kids, now she got three kids\nThey see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is\nSeen him last night, homey roll a E-cla*s\nMad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad\nI bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through\nbut those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah)\nI feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife\nSeventeen with three kids, locked down for life\nShoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure\nHell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY}\n[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]\nBaby don't cry, you got to keep your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}\nBaby don't cry, you got to keep your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry}\nBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby}\nBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no..}\nEven when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh}\nBaby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up\nBaby don't cry, you got to keep your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby}\nBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up\nBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up}\n{keep your head up, never give up}\nEven when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry\n[Young Noble]\nUhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright}\nDon't cry, don't cry, don't cry\n[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]\nBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up\nBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head up\nEven when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry\n[Edi Amin]\nFor all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin}\nBaby don't cry\nGot to keep your head up {keep your head up}\nMakaveli the Don {head up} aight?\n",
    "2pac - Backstabbers lyrics": "\n\n\n\nTae\nI tell em. Give me your all or nothing at all, they only try to stand you up so they can pray for your falls, not there during practice but show up when you ball, suppose to be there when you need em but don't answer your calls, staring in the mirror of my homies pa**enger seat, it said that cha enemies might appear closer than you think, im stressed tf out but nobody will pa** me a drink, so im smoking and hoping that sh** will change when I blink, but nah, seem like my family just don't care, I try talkin but they just don't hear, Im to the point wear, I think that I should end it, cuz my mind lost its defenses, im bottling all my tension, but that ain't none of y'all business, n back then I used to have a big crew, I cut it to about two, but they turnin fake too, if you in my past you not invited to my future, most the time a backstabber is the closest friend to ya",
    "2pac - Bad Boy lyrics": "[Intro: Young Noble]\nYeah, what it is\nMan it's your boy Young Noble man\nWe are here, doin' this song\nWith my man Eko Fresh\nYou know man, we gotta show the night\nHolding down, 'bout to making cla**ic Outlaw-sh**\nYou know with Outlaw love, man\nYeah, Noble, Ek my brother, it's on\nSo drive [to the moon?]\n[Hook: Bob Marley Sample (?) & Eko Fresh]\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you! Aha Yeah\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you! Yeah ich bin ein\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you! German Dream, Outlawz, wir sind die\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you!\n[Part 1: Eko Fresh]\nDer German Drem ist wahr, ich hab jetzt ein Track mit Pac\nBad Boy, Eko Fresh, jeder wei\u00df, ich rechne ab\nF\u00fcr manche bin ich ein Poet oder Autor\nF\u00fcr andere bin ich nur ein Prolet oder ein Outlaw\nAll dieser k**er und Dealer, sie chillen mit mir\nIrgendwann werd ich mit Pac im Himmel philosophieren (yeah)\nIch bin aus dem Ghetto gekommen\nEko der Don, ich bekomme mein Tattoos umsonst\nIch bin ein Bad Boy, aber trotzdem glaub ich an Gott\nIch bin drau\u00dfen am Block und all die Junkies brauchen den Stoff\nDenn ich bringe dir den [Bloodsport ?], mitten in dein Kackdorf\nIch will das du f\u00e4llst, meine Stimme spricht ein Machtwort\nWenn meine Soldiers kommen, rennen auch die Cops fort\nIch bin im Studio und f\u00fchle mich als w\u00e4re Pac dort\nW\u00e4re ich am 1. Mai gestorben, w\u00e4re ich 'ne Legende\nUnd w\u00e4ret ihr Lutscher dort gestorben, w\u00e4re endlich Ende (yeah)\n[Hook: Bob Marley Sample (?) & Eko Fresh]\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you! Aha Yeah\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you! Yeah ich bin ein\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you! German Dream, Outlawz, wir sind die\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you!\n[Part 2: Eko Fresh]\nEin Bad Boy, \u00fcberall wo ich bin, gibt es Probleme\nDas Gesch\u00e4ft l\u00e4uft, keiner hier kommt hinter meine Pl\u00e4ne\nIch fahr im neuen Chrysler rum, ich hab ihn mir doch so verdient \n\n\n\nBullen halten mich an, finden Gras und Kokain\nDas ist der German Dream, deine Leute laufen weg\nSonst w\u00fcrden sie auf der Stra\u00dfe liegen wie ein Haufen Dreck\nDown mit der [?] die richtigen Kanaken, zwei verfickte Flaschen an mein Kopf, ich krieg sie und ich lache\nDas ist Turkish Delight Mafia, fressen dich mit Haut und Haaren\nKomme in die Taunusstra\u00dfe, dort wird dich der [Don?] bestrafen\nEs ist Stenzmusic, Kippe hinters Ohr\nGib mir nur ein Grund und meine Jungs ficken dich sofort\nOb City oder Dorf all die Lutscher sind geschockt, ein Bad Boy, vergib mir meine S\u00fcnden Gott\nWarum ist Pac tot, ich frage nach den Gr\u00fcnden Gott\nWieso sind er und ich f\u00fcr jeden Arsch ein S\u00fcndenbock\n(Ich bin ein..)\n[Hook: Bob Marley Sample (?) & Eko Fresh]\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you! Aha Yeah\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you! Yeah ich bin ein\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you! German Dream, Outlawz, wir sind die\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you!\n[Part 3: 2Pac]\nI got these bustas on my block and they after me\nRunnin' 'round tellin' these n***as, how they gon' capture me\nIt's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my mind up\nNow should I, buck 'em down, or put my nine up?\nYou see, I ain't a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad\nI graduated from 22's to 3-57 mags\nRunnin' on these marks 'fore they stashin'\nI ain't askin', give it up, or get to blastin'\nThe penitentiary don't scare me\nA straight thug n***a, the whole set'll take care of me\nAnd tell me, who the f** you gon' find\nRough enough to tear these b**h-n***as, this is mine\nNow busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind\nI'm sick about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' high\nA hustlin'-a** n***a from the projects, I'm makin' loot\nAnd screamin' Thug Life, n***a, when I shoot\nThey made me a (bad boy)\n[Hook + Outro: Eko Fresh]\nHahahaha. Das h\u00e4ttet ihr nicht gedacht ne? H\u00e4h\u00e4h\u00e4\nYeah! Freezy, GD 4 Life, Babe\nWas f\u00fcr eine Legende\nCheckt das Feature ab was ich auf mein 2. Album hab\nMutherf**ers, yeah! Grembranx!\nIsy B, was geht? Wohhhh!",
    "2pac - Bad Guys (Shoopac Mix) lyrics": "DMX:\nUhh, uhh\nIf Im gonna rob, ima rob all night\nIf Im lookin for somethin its probably a fight\nIf Im goin f** b**hes then they better be tight\nIf thats dead, then the head better be right\nIf I gots to play ima play til I win\nSince I gots to be here can't wait to begin\nWanna f** shorty can't stand shorty friend\nCause honey friend f** many many men\nStay wit the rats cause the rats is real\nWanna f**, then we f**, already know the deal\nsh**, f** what you look like, just show the real\nAnd I keep A spot that we can go to chill\nI love my, get down for the hoes\nOnly reason I come around is for the hoes\nPipework - I lay it down for the hoes\nHit em off with that dark brown, you know?\n2Pac:\nWatch me clown\nGive me loving when I'm high\nI'ma outlaw baby I'll be thugging 'till I die\nIn drop-top double r\nLife as a rap star\nHustle like a crack fiend\n'Till they catch me\nGo ask somebody to your show\nWatch them n***as out the sight of mah night scope\nCooking white dope\nGot mah n***a 25 to life stretched out \n\n\n\nTrying to have all the better things in life\nWell Makaveli\nA born leader 10 millimeter\nChanging n***as future like a schizophrenic palm reader\nHeeds from out the bible I read\nSee the meek shall inherit the earth\nAnd the strong will lead\nHittin' weed like it alright\nI'm in the studio\nMaking music all night\nMy enemies cry whenever I rise\nThey hated 'till d**h\nTry to beat me out my last breath\nWhat cha gonna do?\nDMX:\nUhh, uhh\nWhat you n***as want? cause I got it right here\nYall n***as front, then I hit you right there\nNot really impressed by what n***as wear\nf*ggots talk sh** but I really dont care\nIm the type of n***a thatll die for the cause\nf** what you heard, I will die for my dogs\nAin't scared of sh** - will ride in the fog\nSame thing but a bigger size than yours\nI f** with drag-on, cause he spits the flame\nDrag-on motherf**er dont forget the name\nAnd we all takin over ain't sh** the same\nIf you ain't out that mob n***a quit the game",
    "2pac - Ballad Of A Dead Soulja lyrics": "\nIntro -\nYeah;\nBallad of a dead soulja;\nThis is the ballad of a dead soulja;\nThis is ballad of a dead soulja;\nThe ballad of a dead soulja;\n1st verse -\nThe plan;\nTo take a man of the whole family;\nThough underhanded;\nTo be the man it was planned;\nAll my roaddogz;\nOfficial mob figgaz love to act up;\nThe first to bomb when we rob n***az - i can be;\nLost in my own mind;\nTo be the boss only thought's grippin chrome nines;\nn***az get tossed up;\nWar scars, battlefield memories;\nSwore i saw the devil in my empty gla** of hennessey;\nTalkin to a n***a on a tight leash;\nScreamin f** tha police;\nAs i ride through the night streets;\nLittle child runnin wild;\nTowards danger;\nWhat's the cause;\nDon't be alarmed;\nd**h to all strangers;\nMaybe i'm a madman;\nA pistol grabbin n***a - unleash the sandman;\nPromise a merciless retaliation;\nNothin' is colder;\nClose your eyes - hear the ballad of a dead soulja;\nHook 1 -\n(singing)\nThug 4 life i will be;\n(2pac)\nThis is the ballad of a dead soulja;\n(singing)\nA life of crime i will lead;\n(2pac)\nClose your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soulja;\n(singing)\nIf you play the game, you play to win;\n(2pac)\nThis is the ballad of a dead soulja;\n(singing)\nIt's a crazy world full of sin;\n(2pac)\nClose your eyes;\n2nd verse -\nCompletely lost;\nRevenge at all cost;\nPayback's a b**h - switch now the trick's crossed;\nTossed up and never to be heard of;\nA single witness screamin' bloody murda - murda;\nBlast - tell me homie whatcha see now;\nA blind man and a dead body;\nI'm ready to leave town;\nAnd get my cash though;\nHook up with kastro;\nHomie had to blast on the task force;\nStupid coppers tried to play us out;\nNever that;\nThey took my money and my stash;\nTime to get 'em back; (pac laughs)\nUpon my secret arrival;\nTwo glock four-fives time for survival;\nd**h to my rivals;\nTell me what you want lord;\nNobody left after the d**h of a drug lord; (pac laughs)\nThe situation's critical;\nNothin' is colder;\nThan hearin' the ballad of a dead soulja;\nHook 2 -\n(singing)\nThug 4 life i will be;\n(2pac)\nThis is the ballad of a dead soulja;\n(singing)\nA life of crime i will lead;\n(2pac)\nClose your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soulja;\n(singing)\nIf you play the game, you play to win;\n(2pac)\nThis is a ballad of a dead soulja;\n(singing)\nIt's a crazy world full of sin;\n(2pac)\nC-c-c-close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soulja;\n\n\n\n3rd verse -\nBig coward put your hands to the moon;\nWhen my glocks rang out;\nThe n***az came out - boom;\nWho wanna see me in a challenge?;\nSo merciless i'm terrifyin' n***az in my ballads;\nDo you feel me?;\nCoppo a copper time;\nOne day i'll be the don;\nUntil then remain strong;\nMy only fear of d**h is reincarnation;\nBustin' at my adversaries like a mental patient;\nTo all my n***az facin' sixty years;\nSheddin' tattoo tears another suicide out on the tier;\nTakin' private planes tryin' to survive the game;\nFor all my homies that'll never be alive again;\nAll they promise us is d**h n***a;\nTake a breath - could be the last one left n***a;\nIt's real now;\nFeel it and fantasize;\nAin't nothin' colder;\nListen you could hear it;\nThe ballad of a dead soulja;\nHook 3 -\n(singing)\nThug 4 life i will be;\n(2pac)\nThis is the ballad of a dead soulja;\n(singing)\nThe life of crime i will lead;\n(2pac)\nC-c-c-close your eyes - hear the ballad of a dead soulja;\n(singing)\nIf you play the game, you play to win;\n(2pac)\nThis is the ballad of a dead soulja;\n(singing)\nIt's a crazy world full of sin;\n(2pac)\nC-c-c-close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soulja;\nOutro -\n(2pac)\nThis go out to kato, mental;\nAll the n***az that done pa**ed away;\n(this is the ballad of a dead soulja)\nMutulu;\nGeronimo;\nAll the down a** ridahs;\nAll the n***az that put it down;\nAll the souljas;\nAll the n***az that go through that day-to-day struggle;\n(this is the ballad of a dead soulja)\nAll the n***az that pa**ed on;\nAll the n***az with ambition and money in they heart;\nAll the n***az that want some and that don't take none; (pac laughs)\n(this is the ballad of a dead soulja);\nPolice is so scared of us;\nOh the feds? they aware of us;\nThey wanna see us dead;\nThey got pictures of a n***a head;\n(ballad of a dead soulja)\nTryin' to see me in chains;\nsh** - them n***az'll never breath again;\nBefore they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell;\n(cause it's the ballad of a dead soulja)\nGot my pistols co*ked;\nRun the whole muthaf**in' block;\nf** the cops;\nThe police? we run these streets, n***a;\n(they heard the ballad of a dead soulja)\nThese n***az can't see me;\nHalf the world wanna be me;\nMulti-millionaire - sh** it ain't fair;\nBut n***a, you know\n(it's the ballad of a dead soulja)\n(it's the ballad of a dead soulja)\n",
    "2pac - Be the Realist (Radio Version) * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Better Days (Remix) lyrics": "In progress...",
    "2pac - Better Dayz lyrics": "Lookin for these better days\nBetter days, heyyy! Better days\nGot me thinkin bout better days\nBetter days! Better days, better days\nHeyyy! Better days\nGot me thinkin bout better days\n[Verse One]\nTime to question our lifestyle, look how we live\nSmokin weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids\nwanna try now, they lie down and get ran through\nNobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do\nFaced with the demons, addicted to hearin victims screamin\nGuess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens\nCause even our birthdays is cursed days\nA born thug in the first place, the worst ways\nI'd love to see the block in peace\nWith no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast\nAnd only we can change\nIt's up to us to clean up the streets, it ain't the same\nToo many murders, too many funerals and too many tears\nJust seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years\nPa**ed by his family, but what could I say?\nKeep yo' head up and try to keep the faith\nAnd pray for better days\nBetter days, better days, heyyy!\nBetter days.. got me thinkin bout better days\nBetter days, better days, better days\nHeyyy! Better days\nGot me thinkin bout better days\n[Verse Two]\nThinkin back as an adolescent, who would've guessed\nthat in my future years, I'd be stressin\nSome say the ghetto's sick and corrupted\nPlus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with\nTryin to keep my head up and stay strong\nAll my homies slangin llello all day long, but they wrong\nSo I'm solo and so broke\nSavin up for some Jordan's, cause they dope\nI got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am I\nI can't take her to the place she wanna go to\nSo we argue and play fight, all day and night\nMakin pa**ionate love 'til the daylight \n\n\n\nPlus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent\nGuess it's time to see who really is yo' friend\nTell me you pregnant and I'm amazed\nSo many blessings while we stressin\nLookin for them better days\nFor better days, better days, better days, heyyy!\nBetter days.. got me thinkin bout better days\nBetter days, better days, better days\nHeyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days\n[Verse Three]\nNow me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools\nSince back in high school, we was true, me and you\nHardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded\nAffiliated with g**ners and still made it\nUp in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him\nStill dressin like grown men when rollin\nI went to dark, smokin Newports, gamin marks\nGot a place in my heart, homey stay smart\nLocked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten\nI send you letters with naked flicks of old friends\nHopin you well, I know it's hell\nDoin time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail\nAnd me I'm doin cool\nI settled down, had a family, workin in night school\nEvery once in a while, I reminisce\nAnd wonder how we ever came to this\nI miss the better days\nBetter days, better days, heyyy!\nBetter days.. I'm thinkin bout better days\nBetter days, better days, better days\nHeyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days\nI send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton lockdown\nRikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with, hehe\nE Block, F Block, lower H\nN-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate\nAll the peoples I met along the way\nBetter days is comin homeboy, keep your head up\nBetter days, better days, better days\nHeyyy! Better days.. uhh, lookin for the better days\nBetter days, better days, lookin for the better days\nHeyyy! Hahaha..",
    "2pac - Better In Time lyrics": "[Intro] I don't know why I be f**ing witchu\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nWas it the liquor, that makes me act blind, times that I'm with her\nAnonymous pictures of other n***as tryin to kiss her\nWill I love her or shall I diss her?\nI'm sick of this scandalous sh** I deal wit\nTryin to paint a perfect picture\nMy memories of jealousy no longer carefree\nCause so much bullsh** your girlfriends keep tellin me\nI'm on tour, but now my bedroom's an open door\nSo it got me thinkin, what am I tryin for?\nWhen I was young I was so very dumb, eager to please\nA lil', trick on a mission tryin to get in my P's\nMe and my n***as is thug n***as, former known drug dealers\nWe don't love b**hes and believe, they don't love n***as\nI gotta blame my attraction\nBut you became a distraction, a threat to my paper stackin\nI thought you changed but now I know\nCan't turn a ho into a housewife, baby, and there you go\n[Hook: Jazze Pha]\nBaby there you go, actin like a ho\nThere you there you go, actin like a ho\nBaby there you go, actin like a ho\nActin like a ho, actin like a ho\nHOE! See the word on the streets you're a \n\n\n\nHOE! Just a groupie on a world tour\nHOE! Now I found out for myself you're a\nHOE! Girl you need to check yourself\n[Verse Two: Kastro]\nThese silly b**hes got this game twisted\nSo I don't claim 'em, just bang 'em\nPapa raised a player, so player, I play 'em\nI got hoes that got more, hoes than me\nSo how I look, gettin hooked, like I ain't got G?\nTruly cutie booty big, but that ain't enough\nAnd the head make me beg, still that just ain't enough\nWhen I don't trust her, the b**h be lyin too much\nWhen she be dyin to f** me you be buyin her stuff, ho\n[Verse Three: Kadafi]\nSee girlfriend I know, your whole M.O.'s preoccupied with mostly\nGettin clown after clown, town coast to coast - see\nI been tryin to stay away from s*uts like you\nGot me turned off completely by that sheisty sh** that you do\nKnew from jump yo' aim, straight through them spandex, don't front\nJust name, spots on yo' body for me to touch while you clutch this game\nI keep flowin like H20 it ain't nuthin for me to say\nWhy you keep actin like a ho? But there you go\n[Hook]",
    "2pac - Big Bad Lady lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nI bust on leathers, leave 'em frying in a griddle\nIn the middle like Monie\nYou're phony cause your style's bologna\nBut I rock with no filler, ain't a girl m.c. illa\nPuttin' rappers on ice, then lock the body in a chilla\nThe way I f**s it up, I upchuck nasty style like\nThrowup blow up, then go nuts\nLike a lady Ninja k**a\nI'll drill deep beneath the surface\nIt's the Rage, front page, I heat up like a furnace\nMy steelo gots bulk\nCheck the gamma rays from the She-Hulk\nStomping through your territory\nNew rap female category winner\nAnd your style gets played out like the Spinners\nNot a soprano, or alto, the Rage is a tenor\nMy voice is just right\nI bust hypodermics to your inner minds eye\nMakin' you hip-hop junkies wanna fly\nLike eagles, my style sharp as cathedral steeples\nShowin' & improving even a lady can be diesel\nSo uh - breaka, breaka, you best keep on truckin' (unh unh)\nRoll on with that chicken sh** your cluckin'\nYour stuck in stupid you dufis\nI'm hittin so hard, I'm knockin' out your toofis\nOr teefis, believe this sh**\nbu*thead, you'll get played out like Beavis\nReceive it, it's yours Lyrical murdera\nStill rockin on\n[Hook 1: 2Pac]\nRock on, rock on\nThe Lady of Rage lyrical murdera\nThe baddest lyricist born\n[Verse 2: (2Pac)]\nNow I'm a explosive vocalist, make you readjust your\nFocus, no hocus-pocus, no bogus, I'm the dopest\nLyrically the locest, it's all copacetic\nI see through your synthetics with my telekinetics\nI mean my telepathics, from this mouth of madness\nFlows one of the baddest in existence\nMy existence is prevalent, hesitant not, you'll get dropped\nI'm rhymin' so hard I see it knocking out snot\nCause I slam like collision so your vision of me\nIs you can't touch it, not even a smidgen of me\nYou're pigeon sh** to me, so drop it\n(damn... hit this sh** Rage)\nI take a puff then I blow up like Moby\nRunnin lyrics quicker than Toby \n\n\n\nWhat's my name? Yeah you know me\nRage, lyrical murdera, what's my name?\nYeah it's Rage, lyrical murdera, yeah you know me\nSo if you wanna see me turn on your headlights\nI'll make you run red lights, try to catch it\nSlam into the Rage you'll end up wreckage\nTowed away, blowed away, cut down, mowed away\nCurled up like Ola Ray\nSo let me straighten it out cause I'm a thrilla\nMutha f**in' MC cold k**a\nWhen I drop that you better drop back dat you hop back\nI rock dat till dawn, yes I still rock on\n[Hook 1: 2Pac](2x)\n[Verse 3]\nNow when it comes to the hippest in hip-hop\nI make the lips drop, knees knock, buckle and shake\nNow who's to the wrong move\nGet dusted, busted\nWack MC's who can't cut the mustard\nI stick it to you like voodoo\nSo who do you think you're foolin, not Rick but rulin'\nYou can't hang with the noose\nYour goose will get cooked\nLook up in the sky\nIt's fly Robin fly, givin whatever suits you\nGot the size 8 timberland, to boot cha\nOops up side your head\nAyo I'm seein red like a bull\nBaby I got to pull of an ox\nRedd Foxx couldn't out fox me, because I'm Foxy like Brown, Unh\nBreak it down now\nFrom the end to the start, lyrical murdera\nPumps fear in, hearts I'm tearin, parts to pieces\nLike Reeses, I freaks it, speak it in tongues\nPut you on like Bonita AppleBum\nYou can't see me, you blind to the fact I'm all that\nSwingin in the wack strikin' 'em out like bats\nHats off blast off watch me rock it\nSock it to ya, whatever it takes to do ya\nDone, top gun\nIt's The Lady of Rage still rated number one muthaf**a!\n[Hook 2](repeat till fade)\nShe's that Lady (that lady)\nBig Bad Lady (big bad lady)\nSexy Lady (s**y Lady)\nThe Lady of Rage (Lady of Rage)\nThe baddest lyricist born\nShe's so Amazing (so amazing)\nShe's such a Lady (a bad girl)\nBig Bad Lady (bad girl)\nLady of Rage (Lady of Rage)\nThe baddest lyricist born",
    "2pac - Big chip lyrics": "Why this b***h so obsessed with taking all these trips?\nSame reason I'm so obsessed with makin' money flip\nI'm gon see if she fu*kin' and that's off the rip\nI'm gon see how she su*kin' I might leave a tip\nI don't miss when I aim I go for the lips\nThey say \u201cBoat why you walk around like you hate us?\u201d\nThat's cause my shoulder hold a big chip\nMight be on the west side chillin' with them big crips\nMight be on the South side with big bloods woo-woo\nShe want dime yeah I bought two\nI need concierge under my roof\nI might let you spend the night under one rule\nLet me get up in your mouth and fill you\nShe say she love my style so cool\nTwo pistols and a sword like Deadpool\nDon't shoot me I'm the messenger\nWhy this b***h so obsessed with taking all these trips?\nSame reason I'm so obsessed with makin' money flip\nI'm gon see if she fu*kin' and that's off the rip\nI'm gon see how she su*kin' I might leave a tip\nI don't miss when I aim I go for the lips\nThey say \u201cBoat why you walk around like you hate us?\u201d\nThat's cause my shoulder hold a big chip\nMight be on the west side chillin' with them big crips \n\n\n\nMight be on the South side with big bloods woo-woo\nShoot him with a fadeaway\nI used to put my clothes on layaway\nAye aye aye\nShe thirsty get some gatorade\nThese lil ni**as need haterrin'\nDon't play with me go play with your b***h\nYeah I get cash\nBut I need a airport outside\nDon't miss this jet\nBetter hide like your boy right now\nYou know we pull up\nIt's a whole bunch of foreigns outside\nI know you like cars\nDon't act like you bored right now\nWhy this b***h so obsessed with taking all these trips?\nSame reason I'm so obsessed with makin' money flip\nI'm gon see if she fu*kin' and that's off the rip\nI'm gon see how she su*kin' I might leave a tip\nI don't miss when I aim I go for the lips\nThey say \u201cBoat why you walk around like you hate us?\u201d\nThat's cause my shoulder hold a big chip\nMight be on the west side chillin' with them big crips\nMight be on the South side with big bloods woo-woo\nYeah baby girl why you lie to me?\nWhy you look in my eyes and you doubted me?\nIs it for the million dollars and jewlery?\nI be dead if you're serious\nI be dead if you want it seriousss",
    "2pac - Big Syke Interlude lyrics": "(gunshot)\nThug life (thug life) microphone check (microphone check)\nOutlaw (outlaw) microphone check (microphone check)\nWhere you b**h n******gs coming from? (where you b**h n******gs coming from)\nYou don't know (you don't know) look like you a seed (look like you a seed)\nFrom makaveli the don (from makaveli the don)\nI can hear your style (i can hear your style)\nSounds like makaveli the don (makaveli the don)\n2 pac (2pac) my n******g (my n******g)\nSo much trouble in the world n******g (trouble in the world n******g)\nThese n******gs can't feel your pain (feel your pain)\nThug life (thug life) outlaw (outlaw) forever (forever)\n\n\n\nOh you b**h n******gs (b**h n******gs)\nThe hardest n******g (the hardest n******g)\nEver to touch this microphone (to touch this microphone)\nGot you b**h n******gs trailin' his tail (trailin his tail)\nI don't know if you catch up (catch up)\nBut yet and still (yet and still)\nKeep trying n******g (keep tryin n******g) keep trying (keep trying)\nThug life (thug life) outlaw (outlaw) forever n******g (forever n******g)\nFor eternity (eternity) for infinity (infinity)\nSo remember (so remember) makaveli the don (makaveli the don)\nHis thug life (thug life) lives on (lives on)\n",
    "2pac - Big Time lyrics": "[Background voice]\n\"Impossibbbbbbbblllllleeeeee, take your love from me\"\n[Verse One: E-Money Bags]\nI thought the Earth saw, saw it all\nI thought they wasn't ready for no more?\nIt's time for a new beginning\nFor every action, there's a reaction\nLost in golden pyramids outside\nAt first we were the 'havenotz'\nThe hunger even had some go out and Bag watch\nBut then the Jag dropped\nWhat the f** I'm supposed to do?\nGo out and snatch blocks?\nAnd hand out bricks, connect and politic like a Jew\nI'd rather do it the cla**ic way, like Ca**ius Clay\nI'm the next sub to do this nobody after me\nThe sky's cracked with the force of my words\nHere's the lesson, we the ones ya'll forever knownin, hearing the essence\nPeep the planets how they all connecting\nAnd my clique next to spit, who they ressurecting?\nYo check this sh**, I ain't got lifetimes to recite lines\nThe pipelines was sent to ya with the right mind\nLet the light shine\nKeep ya shades on, cuz it's the ama'zon\nE-MoneyBags, Grand Imperial the label\nCheck my vision\nI'm playing my part in this division\nTill we big time, engraved in stone we'll be printed,yo\n[Verse Two: Stretch]\nPull a card, here comes the Squad\nSure to bomb, never lost when I've sparred\nIts hard cuz I'm God!\nAnd comes off the top\nDon't they know a n***a got flavour\nMad cuz I'm sharp as a razor\nBockin' when I'm walkin', always tryna take a n***as f**ing picture\nEmbara**ed when my lawyers gettin with ya\nI'm robbin ya life, rather jumbo\nThe thuggadon n***as, that incredible dope flow\nI remain smooth, cops can't find no evidence\nSo I'll just laugh, look at my f**ing dead presidents\nSending me decoys with marked money frontin' yo\nWhat you need G? Nah, I ain't got nuttin'\nI say \"Give up ya gun\"\nIs what I tell em then I step\nWouldn't be top dog if I was one who slept\nSo show respect\nI'm beyond that, livin' like Trump\nThe only difference is a n***a's never in a slump\nTax free is what it be G\nStacking while I'm macking\nThe Squad is Big Time if you wanna be exactin'\nDealin' with keys, you see these on the mad tip \n\n\n\nAct like you want it and we'll have to just wreck sh**\n[Over Hook]\nKick rhymes, baby just recognise (Repeat)\n(Background voice)\n\"Impossibbbbbbbblllllleeeeee, take your love from me\"\n[Verse Three: Majesty]\nCheck it\nWe like master monks, moulding n***as to perfection\nTarget 4 corners, conquer every section\nRizzers of the underworld, this Thug Nation\nWe got our own codes, every type can relate to me\nAnd how we keep it? Deeper than the deepest secret, in the FBI files\nOrganise to crack vials\nNew Thug Order money getting submerged\nCross the border, politic with peace pipes\nPuffin on that green water\nf** whatcha heard, we moving the birds\nQuantity large, busting at the sarge never follow me\nExtreme measures, to finance the movement\nSmash the diamond district, snatch the j**els quick\nMy inspiration, hundred percent dedication\nThug Nation be the final destination\n[Verse Four: 2Pac]\nSome say cracks the only way to get your papers\nPrepare to catch the vapors\nI'm violating n***as like a rapist\nThe coppers couldn't catch us with a net\nThe one you love to sweat\nHow crooked can a motherf**er get?\n2Pacalypse Now's a real knucker\nI'm slick and quick to pick her upper\nAfter I f** her then I duck her\nYoung Gunz n***as got em frantic\nThey just can't understand it\nWe get wrecked across the planet\nBeeper goes off I hit the cellular\nCoppers wanna gat me, they can't sweat me so the hell wit cha!\nYou get the dick quick while I'm getting rich, b**h\nTried a lunatic, I flip and do some slick sh**\nn***a, I'm like Gotti, give me body\nRob you for your d** then put slugs in your hottie\n(Yeah!)\nAnd ain't nobody that can stop me\nI'm rollin' with the Squad motherf**er damn posse\nCome get your a** rolled up, I kid ya not\nThis sh** I got I'll have ya sewed up\n16 shots come and get mine\nf** you motherf**ers cuz I'm finally livin' Big Time!\n[Over Hook]\nKick rhymes, baby just recognise (Repeat)\n(Background voice)\n\"Impossibbbbbbbblllllleeeeee, take your love from me\"",
    "2pac - Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle lyrics": "[The Notorious B.I.G.]\nWhere Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime your ready, check it!\nI got seven Mac 11's, about eight\n38's, nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, the sh**s never ends\nYou can't touch my riches, even if you had\nMC Hammer and them 357 b**hes\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nThat's how I got the weedspot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lamb's bread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give mc's the runs drippin'\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK\nI slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm droppin sh** like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin' babies at they christening \n\n\n\n[2Pac]\nMotherf**ing Biggie Smalls\n[Kane]\nWhat you gonna do with it 2Pac?\n[2Pac]\nYeah where the motherf**in thugs at?\nThrow your motherf**ing middle finger\nWe gonna do this sh** like this\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings, though I'm stressin\nKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my n***as in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nuttin separatin us from a MacK 10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, hold up\nA straight soldier, bucking at the busters\nNo matter how you try, n***as never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me striking down the block, hitting corners\nMobbing like a motherf**er, living like I - wanna\nAnd ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherf**er crime, pays!\nLet the cops put they lights on, chase me n***a\nZig zaggin through the freeway, race me n***a\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherf**er, that you ever saw",
    "2pac - Birdie * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Black Cotton lyrics": "(feat. Eminem, Kastro and Young Noble of the Outlawz)\n[Intro: 2Pac]\nBlack Cotton\nBlack Cotton\nBlack Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle\nTime for a little gospel tail\nGhetto gospel that is- listen\nRobbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes\nSpeak\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nBlack Cotton\nSteady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's\nCla** is in session the worst question is the first question\nWhy do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave\nNever got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')\nAnswer that then answer this too-\nLoves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a b**h true\nYou best to backtrack and try to act black and live\nNot to be phony and positive but why be negative?\nWhat's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue\nFat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)\nDum dum diddy is it me?\nAttempt to reach each and every brother on the streets\nIf not peace then at least let's get a piece\nI'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased\nLookin' through my highschool yearbook\nReminiscin' of the tears as the years took\nOne homie, two homie, three homies - POOF\nWe used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot\nGod come save the misbegotten\nLost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)\n[Chorus: Eminem]\nNobody don't care\n(No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/and I ask God why)\nNobody don't care \n\n\n\n(Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)\nNobody don't care\n(Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested)\nNobody don't care\n(Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions)\nNobody don't care\n[Kastro: Verse 3]\nIn the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up\nRunning out of luck, about to self destruct\nOld heads say live your life like such\nYour sure to catch her witcha one day boy\nI wouldn't listen to 'em\nYour power movement was cool\nBut it ain't fix nothin'\nSo I just go with what i know\nI dont trust none\nLook what the 80's did\nTo what's Bebe's kids\nAnd now we grown up\nNobody ain't own us yet\n[Young Noble: Verse 4]\nBlack cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me\nI'm workin' without a profit\nThey shacklin' all my homies\nI'm hurtin' but keep the mind\nAnd we ain't stop, its cutains, you try to rise and\nCertainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas\nWhat's the reward for a strugala\nIf the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up\nRunnin up, Gun co*ked like nasty gloves\nIf you aint got a penny, mind the glove\nNo love\nWaitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze\nBiblicle times good hearts with milita minds\nBlack Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines\nBlack Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine\nBlack Cotton\n[Chorus]\n",
    "2pac - Black Cotton - Eminem lyrics": "Black cotton\nBlack cotton\nBlack cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle\nTime for a little gospel tail\nGhetto gospel that is- listen\nRobbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes\nSpeak Black Cotton\nSteady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's\nCla** is in session the worst question is the first question\nWhy do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave\nNever got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')\nAnswer that then answer this too-\nLoves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a b**** true\nYou best to backtrack and try to act black and live\nNot to be phony and positive but why be negative?\nWhat's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue\nFat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)\nDumb dumb diddy is it me?\nAttempt to reach each and every brother on the streets\nIf not peace then at least let's get a piece\nI'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased\nLookin' through my high school yearbook\nReminiscin' of the tears as the years took\nOne homie, two homie, three homies, poof!\nWe used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot\nGod come save the misbegotten\nLost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes) Nobody don't care\n(No matter how hard I try, look to the sky)\nNobody don't care\n(Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions)\nNobody don't care\n(Feels like I'm pressed, why do I stress? It's like I'm being tested) \n\n\n\nNobody don't care\n(Seems like my prayers, vanish to thin air, please answer my questions)\nNobody don't care In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up\nRunning out of luck, about to self destruct\nOld heads say live your life like such\nYour sure to catch her witcha one day boy\nI wouldn't listen to 'em\nYour power movement was cool\nBut it ain't fix nothin'\nSo I just go with what I know\nI don't trust none\nLook what the 80's did\nTo what's Bebe's kids\nAnd now we grown up\nNobody ain't own us yet Black cotton, I'm plottin',\nI'm workin' without a profit\nThey shacklin' all my homies\nI'm hurtin' but keep the mind\n?\nCertainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas\nWhat's the reward for a strugala\nIf the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up\nRunnin' up, Gun c***ed like nasty gloves\nIf you ain't got a penny, mind the glove\nNo love\nWaitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze\nBiblicle times good hearts with militia minds\nBlack Cotton, I'm hoppin' over enemy lines\nBlack Cotton, I ain't stoppin' till they givin' me mine\nBlack Cotton Nobody don't care\n(No matter how hard I try, look to the sky)\nNobody don't care\n(Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions)\nNobody don't care\n(Feels like I'm pressed, why do I stress? It's like I'm being tested)\nNobody don't care\n(Seems like my prayers, vanish to thin air, please answer my questions)\nNobody don't care",
    "2pac - Black Jesuz lyrics": "Searching for Black Jesus, oh yeah\nSportin' j**els and sh**, you know what I mean?\nStraight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt\nYoung Kadafi in this b**h, set it off n***a, what? I do my shootin's on a knob, prayin' to God for my squad\nStuck in a nightmare, hopin' he might care\nThough times is hard, up against all odds, I play my cards\nLike I'm jailin', shots hittin' up my spot like midnight rains hailin'\nGot me bailin' to stacks more green Gods ain't tryin' to be trapped on no block slangin'\nNo rocks like bean pies brainstorm on the beginnin'\nWonder how sh** like the Qu'ran and the Bible was written\nWhat is religion? Gods words all cursed like crack\nShaitan's way of gettin' us back or just another\nOne of my Black Jesus traps Who's got the heart to stand beside me?\nI feel my enemies creepin' up in silence\nDark prayer, scream violence demons all around me\nCan't even bend my knees just a lost cloud, Black Jesus Give me a reason to survive, in this earthly hell\n'Cause I swear, they tryin' to break my well\nI'm on the edge lookin' down at this volatile pit\nWill it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail\nSome missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail\nIn times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops\nLike a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through\nBlack Jesus, ha ha ha ha ha\nHe's like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through\nBlack Jesus Outlawz we got our own race, culture, religion\nRebellin' against the system, commence to lynchin'\nThe President ain't even listenin' to the pain of the youth\nWe make music for eternity, forever the truth Political prisoner, the two choices that they givin' us\nRide or die, for life they sentence us\nOh Black Jesus, please watch over my brother Shawn\nSoon as the sky get bright, it's just another storm Brothers gone, now labeled a statistic\nAin't no love for us ghetto kids, they call us n**lets\nHistory repeats itself, nuttin' new in school I knew\nE'rything I read wasn't true, Black Jesus To this click I'm dedicated, criminal orientated \n\n\n\nAn Outlaw initiated, blazed and faded\nMade for terror, major league n***az pray together\nb**hes in they grave while my real n***az play together We die clutchin' gla**es, filled with liquor bomblastic\nCremated, last wishes n***a smoke my ashes\nHigh sigh why die wishin', hopin' for possibilities\nI'll mob on, why they copy me sloppily Cops patrol projects, hatin' the people livin' in them\nI was born an inmate, waitin' to escape the prison\nWent to church but don't understand it, they underhanded\nGod gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous Blast til they holy high, baptize they evil minds\nWise, no longer blinded, watch me shine trick\nWhich one of y'all wanna feel the degrees?\nb**hes freeze facin' Black Jesus All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail\nSome missin' souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail\nIn times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops\nLike a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through\nBlack Jesus Some say, some day, some how, some way, we gon' fail\nAnd it ain't hard to tell, we dwell in hell\nTrapped, black, scarred and barred\nSearching for truth, where it's hard to find God I play the Pied Piper, and to this Thug Life, I'm a lifer\nProceed, to turn up the speed, just for stripes\nMy Black Jesus, walk through this valley with me\nWhere we, so used to hard times and casualties Indeed, it hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streets\nAnd haven't eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for me\nAnd all the young thugs, raised on d** and guns\nBlazed out and numb, slaves to this slums this ain't livin' Jesus We believed in You everything You do\nJust wanna let you know, how we feel\nBlack Jesus Searchin' for Black Jesus\nIt's hard, it's hard we need help out here\nSo we searchin's for Black Jesus It's like a Saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us through\nSomebody that understand our pain\nYou know maybe not too perfect, you know\nSomebody that hurt like we hurt Somebody that smoke like we smoke\nDrink like we drink\nThat understand where we coming from\nThat's who we pray to we need help y'all",
    "2pac - Black President lyrics": "[Intro - Barack Obama - taken from victory speech in Iowa]\nThey said this day would never come\nThey said our sights were set too high\nThis country is too divided, too disillusioned\nTo ever come together around a common purpose. They said\n[Hook]\n\"Although it seems heaven-sent\nWe ain't ready, to have a black president\"\nYes we can change the world, the world, the world\n[Verse 1 - Nas]\nThey forgot us on the block, got us in the box\nSolitary confinement: how violent are these cops?\nThey need a early retirement\nHow many rallies will I watch? I ain't got it in me to march\nI got a Semi to spark, the game's in a drought\nPublic housing, projects, cooking up in the Pyrex\nMy set, my clique, either getting money\nOr running from homicide trail, that's if they ain't died yet\nTrying to be rich, still I'm pledging allegiance\nA predicate felon, a ghetto leader\nLending my poetical genius, to whoever may need it\nI bleed this from Queensbridge, now living with my feet up\nNever defeated, so a president's needed\nYou know these colored folks and Negros hate to see\nOne of their own succeeding\nAmerica: surprise us and let a black man guide us\n[Hook]\n[Verse 2 - Nas]\nWhat's the black pres' thinking on election night?\nIs it: \"How can I protect my life? Protect my wife? Protect my rights?\"\nEvery other president was nothing less than white\nExcept Thomas Jefferson had mixed Indian blood.. and Calvin Coolidge\nKKK is like: \"What the f**?!\", loading their guns up \n\n\n\nLoading up mine too, ready to ride\nCause I'm riding with my crew - he dies, we die too\nYeah, but on the positive side\nI think Obama provides hope and challenges minds\nOf all races and colors to erase the hate\nAnd try to love one another. So many political snakes\nWe in need of a break, I'm thinking I can trust this brotha\n...but will he keep it way real?\nEvery innocent n***a in jail gets out on appeal\nWhen he wins, will he really care still?\nI feel\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3 - Nas]\nSay a prayer for \"Do we have to?\"\nYou ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor\nIn love with a slave master\nSincerely yours, USA's most brave rapper\nJesse carjacker, Uncle Tom kidnapper\nAsk around: Bentley coupe off the Richter\nb**h called \"Life\": I pimped her, what\nPolitics, politricks, Klan-shooter\nDeacon for defense, progress-producer\nNothing on the stove, a survival-booster\nGotta do what we gotta do\nWe ain't got no governors coming through to help\nAnything we need done, gotta do for self\nNew, improved JFK on the way\nIt ain't the 60s again, n***as ain't hippies again\nWe ain't falling for the same traps\nStanding on the balconies where they shot the King at\nMcCain got apologies; ain't nobody hearing that\nPeople need honesty\n[Hook]\n[Outro - Governor Bill Richardson]\nIt is my distinct honor, and privilege to introduce\nThe next President of the United States - Barack Obama",
    "2pac - Black Starry Night lyrics": "Against all odds, i'm still here n***a\nAiyyy, i got to get my props for 2pacalypse\nO.p.d. - what??!\nWhen this album come out, n***az can kiss my a**\nDid you think i'd fall?\nYou think you could stop a motherf**er like me?\nIntroducing you to my criminal crew\nTreach, a.d., apache, essential\nYou got to deal with me on a whole new level motherf**er\nAbove the law, lench mob, the underground\nCause i'm gettin paid\n\n\n\nGets around and we down in this b**h\nAnd the more you try to keep n***az away from me\nThe more i unite with mo' n***az and mo' n***az and mo' n***az\nExtra special thanks to my n***a big john major\nAnd it's a ghetto in every city and a n***a in every ghetto\nI owe him, thanks to my man mike cooley and the rest of out fathers\nMotherf**er we are unstoppable\nAnd uhh, i'm not goin alive!\n",
    "2pac - Black Starry Night (interlude) lyrics": "Against all odds, I'm still here n***a\nAiyyy, I got to get my props for 2Pacalypse\nO.P.D. -- what??!\nWhen this album come out, n***az can kiss my a**\nDid you think I'd fall?\nYou think you could stop a motherf**er like me?\nIntroducing you to my criminal crew\nTreach, A.D., Apache, Essential\nYou got to deal with me on a whole new level motherf**er\nAbove the Law, Lench Mob, the Underground\nCause I'm gettin paid \n\n\n\ngets around and we down in this b**h\nAnd the more you try to keep n***az away from me\nthe more I unite with mo' n***az and mo' n***az and mo' n***az\nExtra special thanks to my n***a Big John Major\nAnd it's a ghetto in every city and a n***a in every ghetto\nI owe him, thanks to my man Mike Cooley and the rest of out fathers\nMotherf**er we are unstoppable\nAnd uhh, I'm not goin alive!",
    "2pac - Black Woman lyrics": "* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists\n[Verse One]\nThe day, I met you\nI saw strength\nAnd I knew from, that point on\nThat you were pure, woman\nPosessing a spirit that was strong\nI want smiles to replace the sorrow\nThat you've encountered in the past\nAnd since it was strength, that attracted me to you\nIt will take strength to make it last\nMy, negative side will attempt to, change you\nBut please fight that with your aura\nIt will be your strength, that keep us both standing\nWhile others around us, fall\nBlack woman, black woman, black woman\n[Singer in background]\nBlack woman, black woman, ohhhh black woman\n[Verse Two - background singer echoes words] \n\n\n\nI want smiles to replace the sorrow\nThat you have encountered in the past\nAnd since it was strength, that attracted me to you\nIt will take strength...\nTo make it last\nMyyyy, negative side will attempt to change you\nBut please...\nFight that with your aura\nIt will be your strength, that keep us both standing\nWhile others around us, fall\nKeep us standing, while things around us fall\nIt's your spirit, your strong beautiful spirit\nThat makes us both stand\nBlack woman, it is your beauty\nIt is your pureness, it is you, and all your love\nThat make us both stand\nBlack woman, you are pure, woman to me\nBlack woman, you are pure, love to me\nBlack woman, you are pure, joy to me",
    "2pac - Black Woman: 4 Marquita lyrics": "The day I met u I saw strength\nand I knew from that point on\nthat u were pure woman 2 me\npossessing a spirit that was strong\nI want smiles 2 replace the sorrow\nthat u have encountered in the past\nand since it was strength that attracted me 2 u \n\n\n\nit will take strength 2 make it last\nMy negative side will attempt 2 change u\nbut please fight that with your all\nit will be your strength that keep us both standing\nwhile others around us fall",
    "2pac - Blasphemy lyrics": "{\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b*\"To Live & Die in L.A.\" fades out*}\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b\n[Snipped of a religious TV show]\nGod has a plan, and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan\nThrough the message of prophecy\nGod sent Jesus into this world to be our savior\nAnd that Christ is returning, someday soon\nTo unfold the wonderful plan of eternity\nFor my life and your life\nAs long as we're cooperating with God\nBy accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior\nUnless the Lord does return in the coming seven days\nWe'll see you next time here on This Week in Bible Prophecy\n[Intro: 2Pac]\n2Pac, don't start that blasphemy in here!\nMakaveli, the new breed\nAnd I remember what my pops told me\nThe new word, follow me\nRemember what my pops told me\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nMy family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs and k**ers\nStrugglin', known to hustle, screaming, \"f** they feelings!\"\nI got advice from my father, all he told me was this\nn***a, get off your a** if you plan to be rich!\nThere's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two\nKnow n***as gon' hate you for whatever you do\nNow, rule one: get your cash on, M.O.B.\nThat's Money Over b**hes, 'cause they breed envy\nNow rule two is a hard one: watch for phonies\nKeep your enemies close, n***a, watch your homies\nIt seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled\nPicture j**els bein' handed to an innocent child\nI never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules\nInitiated as an outlaw, studyin' rules\nNow Papa ain't around, so I gotta recall\nOr come to grips with bein' written on my enemy's walls\nPromised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right\nDear Lord, don't let me die tonight\nI got words for my comrades, listen and learn\nAin't nothin' free, get back what you earned\nNo doubt, gettin' higher than a mothaf**a, bless me please\nThis Thug Life'll be the d**h of me, c'mon, yeah\nAnd I remember what my papa told me\nRemember what my papa told me, blasphemy\n[Hook: Prince Ital Joe & 2Pac]\nLove for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord\nDem a tell nuff lie, but holdin' my bird in a cloud\n(Remember what my pops told me)\nUsing the name of the lord in vain\n(blas-blas-blasphemy, blasphemy)\n(Remember what my pops told me)\nWhile de people in de ghetto feel nuff pain\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nWe probably in Hell already, our dumb a**es not knowin'\nEverybody kissin' a** to go to Heaven ain't goin'\nPut my soul on it, I'm fightin' devil n***as daily\nPlus the media be crucifyin' brothers severely\nTell me I ain't God's son, n***a mom a virgin\nWe got evicted, had to leave the 'burbs, back in the ghetto\nDoin' wild sh**, lookin' at the sun, don't pay \n\n\n\nCriminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day\nThey say Moses split the Red Sea\nI split the blunt and rolled a fat one up deadly\nBabylon beware, comin' for the Pharoah's kids\nRetaliation, makin' legends off the sh** we did\nStill bullsh**tin', n***as in Jerusalem waitin' for signs\nGod comin', she's just takin' her time (haha)\nLivin' by the Nile while the water flow\nI'm contemplatin' plots, wonderin' where the thought'll go\nBrothas gettin' shot, comin' back resurrected\nIt's just that raw sh**, n***a, check it (that raw sh**)\nAnd I remember what my papa told me\nRemember what my papa told me, blasphemy\n[Hook: Prince Ital Joe & 2Pac]\nLove for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord\nDem a tell nuff lie, but holdin' my bird in a cloud\n(Remember what my pops told me)\nUsing the name of the lord in vain\n(Remember what my pops told me)\nWhile de people in de ghetto feel nuff pain\n(What!)\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nThe preacher want me buried, why? 'Cause I know he a liar\nHave you ever seen a crackhead? That's eternal fire\nWhy you got these kids' minds thinkin' that they evil?\nWhile the preacher bein' freaky you say 'honor God's people'\nShould we cry when the Pope die? My request\nWe should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X\nMama, tell me, am I wrong? Is God just another cop\nWaitin' to beat my a** if I don't go pop?\nMemories of a past time, givin' up cash to the leaders\nKnowin' damn well they ain't gonna feed us\nIn my brain, how can you explain time in B.C.?\nIt's hard enough to live now in these times of greed\nThey say Jesus is a kind man\nWell, he should understand times in this crime land\nMy Thug nation, do what you gotta do\nBut know you gotta change\nTry to find a way to make it out the game\nI leave this, and hope God can see my heart is pure\nIs Heaven just another door? I leave this here\nI leave this, and hope God see my heart is pure\nIs Heaven just another door? And my people say\u2026\n[Hook: Prince Ital Joe & 2Pac]\nLove for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord\nDem a tell nuff lie, but holdin' my bird in a cloud\n(Remember what my pops told me)\nUsing the name of the lord in vain\n(Can't I remember what my pops told me, blasphemy)\nWhile de people in de ghetto feel nuff pain\n[Collision]\nOur father, who art in Heaven\nHallow be Thy name\nThy kingdom come, Thy will be done\nIn Earth as it is in Heaven\nGive us this day, our daily bread\nAs we give up our debts\nAs we forgive our debt-ors\nLead us not into temptation\nBut deliver us unevil\nFor God is the kingdom and the power\nAnd the glory forever and ever and ever",
    "2pac - Bomb First lyrics": "{*church bells ring in background*}\nIn today's music news: the ever controversial tupac shakur has\nJust released another album under the alias makaveli.\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\nStreet dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to a**a**inate the character\nOf not only mr. shakur, but of d**h row records as well.\nNas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at tupac\nExcuse me makaveli's verbal a**ault\nOn mobb sleep, notorius p.i.g., and several other new york rappers\nJay-z, from \"hawaiian sophie\" fame, big little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherf**ers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release.\nThe question everbody wants to know is --\nWhy'd they get this n***a started?\nTupac, rather makaveli, was not available for comment\nBut released this statement:\n[makaveli]\nIt's not about east or west\nIt's about n***az and b**hes, power and money,\nRiders and punks. which side are you on?\n{*gun co*ked, six shots, bullets hit ground*}\nThese n***az is still f**in talkin?\nYou n***az still breathin? f**in roaches, aight\nAight, it's the raid for your co*kroaches\n(all day, everyday)\nIt's the raid for you punk motherf**ers\n(the pump in yo' a**)\nThis is it n***a! k**uminati style\n(outlaw lifestyle)\nMakaveli the don, solo sh** - bring it!\n[makaveli]\nAllow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} makaveli the don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy qu'ran\nn***az get shook like 5-0\nMy forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\nLocated world wide like the art of graffiti\nI think i'm tougher than nitti, my attitude is sh**ty\nBorn on a dopefiend's titty.. huh\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy outlaw n***az down to die for me, knahmean?\nI hit the scene n***az duckin from my guillotine stare\nI'm right there; my every word, a f**in nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs down to die for yours\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\nCut 'em down.. to hell is where we send 'em\nMy whole team, trained to explode ride or die\nMurder motherf**ers lyrically, and i'm not gon' cry\nMe - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, i call them my b**h n***a eaters\n\n\n\nAnd not a whimper 'til i'm gone\nThug life runnin through my veins so i'm strong\n(ha ha ha)\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these n***az but i'm not gon' cry\nI'm a bad boy k**a, jay-z die too\nLookin out for mobb deep, n***a when i find you\nWeak motherf**ers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many n***az down to die for me? yeahh-yeayy!\nWest coast ridah, comin right behind ya\nShould've never f**ed wit meeee\nI want money hoes s** and weeeed\nI wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n[chorus]\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and i'ma bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to fight tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and i'ma bomb first\n[e.d.i. amin]\nFor so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\nThey delivers, but we still some bad boy k**ers\nGot nuttin to lose, i gots no where to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on d**h row\nWith outlawz, it's makaveli, be the general\nAnd i be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do, what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes i'll die for the cause\nYa best believe if i'ma leave this b**h\nYo i'm dyin with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a muh'f**in nazi\nGot a little question for that n***a that made \"paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game, for the motherf**in cash mayne\nThen what is your motherf**in purpose? none can serve us\nE.d.i. amin born worthless\nThat's until the day, i decided to bomb first beatch!!\n[young noble]\nYour style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\nCausin ma**ive terror, y'all n***az lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper half drug kingpin\nYer tellin fairy tales dunn\n\"king of new york,\" like you the motherf**in one?\nBut i'm from jerz and we don't play that sh**\nFrom the claire down to north bricks, all my n***az flippin chips\nGettin rich, even though it's hard\nTryin to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolv'\nWith no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\nNow i'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n[makaveli]\nShoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\nDon't want to hear no sh** this evenin, believe me\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug n***az on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug n***az on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n",
    "2pac - Bomb First (My Second Reply) lyrics": "{Crowd noise}\n[Intro: Press Release]\nIn today's music news: The ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artists' street dates in fear of a\nWipeout in retail interchart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers have joined together in conspiracy to a**a**inate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of d**h Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac\nExcuse me \u2013 Makaveli's verbal a**ault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherf**ers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this n***a started? 2Pac \u2013 rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\n[2Pac talking]\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about n***as and b**hes, power and money\nRiders and punks \u2013 which side are you on?\n*gunshots*, *followed by several encroaching footsteps*\nThese n***as is still f**ing talking?\nYou n***as still breathing? f**ing roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you co*kroaches\nPunk motherf**ers, this is it (Makaveli The Don)\nk**uminati Style (all day) (up in your a**)\n(Bomb first) (Outlaw Ridahz) Solo sh**, Bring it!\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like The Holy Qur'an\nn***as get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes \u2018cause they breed freely\nSee me ride! Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is sh**ty\nBorn on a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw n***as down to die for me\nKnow what I mean? I hit the scene\nn***as ducking from my guillotine stare\nI'm right there, my every word a f**ing nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\nCut 'em down, to hell is where we send 'em\nMy whole team; trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherf**ers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe; a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my b**h-n***a eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins, so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these n***as, but I'm not gonna cry \n\n\n\nI'm a Bad Boy k**er, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep, n***a, when I find you\nWeak motherf**ers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many n***as down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest Coast rider, coming right behind ya\nShould have never f**ed with me\nI want money, hoes, s** and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog's free; bomb first\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to fight tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n[Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean]\nFor so many days, in so many ways\nWe've been ducking strays they delivers\nBut still we some Bad Boy k**ers\nGot nothing to lose, I gots nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on d**h Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause, yes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this b**h\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherf**ing Nazi\nGot a little question for that n***a that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game\nFor the motherf**ing cash, mane\nThen what is your motherf**ing purpose?\nNon can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean, born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, b**h\n[Bridge: 2Pac]\nb*atch! Come on, bring it, down with it!\nThen we ride\nCome on, bring it\nBomb first then we ride\nHey, get that n***a!\n[Verse 3: Young Noble]\nYour style wack as ever, like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing ma**ive terror, y'all n***as lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherf**ing one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that sh**\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my n***as flippin' chips, gettin' rich, even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, \u2018cause yo, my man took five\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no sh** this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider 'fore you die\nG's and thug n***as on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider 'fore you die\nG's and thug n***as on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n(Start of \"Hail Mary\")\nLet us pray, my n***as\nFor we have definitely sinned",
    "2pac - Boot Camp Clik (Interview) lyrics": "Interviewer: Alright, we gon' go ahead and jump to those phone lines. Yo, yo, peace, who this?\nSmokey Lye: Yeah, yeah, this Smokey Lye, what it is?\nInterviewer: Oh word, what's going on, yo?\nSmokey Lye: What's the word there, [?]duma\nInterviewer: We got.. Wait, where you guys callin' from? Tell us everything because the people here in Vancouver have no idea of what's going on right now. Tell us who you are where you callin' from, etc., etc\nSmokey Lye: Yo I'm from NYC I.C.Y, stay high, Smokey Lye, ghetto is the lead, rap guy from Badside. Straight from BCC callin' from the foreign car phone right now, what the fiends like, huh?\nInterviewer: I'm representing the Boot Camp Clik, y'all. Alright, so hey, what's going over there? You know what, as matter of fact, you had called in because I know that we are here to talk about the Cocoa Brovaz album with ya guys, but you guys are little bit late..\nBut yo, that's all good, because as a matter of fact, I'm gon' play a track right now before I play your material from the Cocoa Brovaz. I'm gon' play a track that, we are talking about 2Pac Shakur, and can you first of all tell us a little something. On your album, in the credits it says to look out for the One Nation album coming in the year 2000\nSmokey Lye: Ah-uh, (right)\nInterviewer: Tell us about\nSmokey Lye: One Nation is the album that you know myself set [?] with Cocoa B Smif-N-Wessun and um our other brother um... Buckshot the BDI we went to cause the down\nWith late 2Pac called us down and we got together made the album called One Nation\nInterviewer: word word and that was back in 96?\nSmokey Lye: yeah like 96, 97 getting in the middle of 97\nInterviewer: okay so let me ask you as well..\nYo hah know what you just chopped this out it couldn't be in 97 he pa**ed way in 96\nUnless you tryna tell us something that we don't know about 2Pac\nSmokey Lye: Nah, you know he still here like just like all fallout soldiers still here \n\n\n\nInterviewer: its all good we gon chat with you just after this\nCan you tell us about this song on the way called military mind featuring the Boot Camp Clik\nSmokey Lye: you military mind is a way that you gotta to be out the streets in New Work Vancouver and Toronto\nWherever you heart is at wherever you home is at that's the way you gotta carry your mindstate military mind f** town everywhere\nYou know (yeah yeah) about tribulations everywhere all around everybody experience him\nInterviewer: Word 'em up and it's all good, so peep game we gon play this jam then we come back to talk with the Cocoa Brovaz on time for your mind\n[some of military mind song]\nInterviewer: hahha (aiight) and speaking about getting on the mic let me go a head and turn out the background music and invite you like the all Mc's to do their called freestyle live after down before you introduce your brand new track\nOne time for your mind, please do you rhyme\nSmokey Lye: yeah yeah, check for a n***a this is how we do for my side\nYo yo I be the one that's called Smokey Lye\nAbout to blast off and [?] black in y'all\nSee y'all when we get there worldwide\nBoot Camp this how we affair with my peep on the side this is New Work C\nAbout to crash tryna to whip it g cause two cars self park wanna gimme no space\nGotta blow my horn get em off my face\nCome on man move it to the side let me get to those\nYou gonna you gonna park too what you do\nCan't squeeze to there move up something, on the radio I got the song with [?] aight get the there and picked it up\nInterviwer: yo I liked alright we are in traffic round from Tek\nGo a head and introduce your brand new single for us please\nSmokey Lye: ayo ayo one time for your mind worldwide cocoa b Smif-N-Wessun ain't nuttin' changed but the name\nThis is Black Trump right here hold your head Black Trump STATUS YA'LL!",
    "2pac - Both Worlds* lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Boyz In The Hood lyrics": "In progress...",
    "2pac - Break 'Em Off Somethin' lyrics": "[Produced by Deon Evans]\n[Intro]\nCome on, break em off somethin'\nYea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky funky style)\nCome on break em off somethin'\nYea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky funky style)\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nRed light, green light, one, two, three\nTell me why O.P.D. sweatin' me\nIs it for the major Crip that I'm makin'\nIs it for the fact that 'Pac don't be fakin'\nThink before you talk black\nI ain't the one to bite my tongue, 2Pacalypse will smoke back\nAnd I don't need a posse, my Glocks like a pocket full of rockies\nTakin' out the cop team\nDon't mock me, s**a just jock me\nFifty to the first that can drop me\nBetter talk it like we walk it when we swing 'em\nYea little square we can sling 'em\nGot a posse you can bring 'em\nWatch me\nPop, pop, bang, boom, ping 'em\nBig D's in the house, pa** the crazy\nOf course cause them s**az can't fade me\nYea!\n[Chorus]\n(Yea!, yea Mopreme Shakur, thug life, Outlaw)\nk** a n***a k** a n***a (strictly representing)\nCome on, break em off somethin'\nYea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky funky style)\nk** a n***a k** a n***a\nCome on break em off somethin'\nYea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky funky style)\n[Verse 2: Dub-C]\nNow make a make a way here I come with a clip\nDub-C and they got me on some freestyle type sh** huh\nSo n***a go and run hard as you can and take cover\nMad circle mutilate motherf**ers\nAnd I can't stand them n***as in [?]\nf** a dancer, I'm hoopin' cuz my crew don't dance\nKhakis and them steel toe boots is how we roll\nMadder than a serial k**er on a hoe stroll\nAnd I don't know about y'all but I'm down to rep\nPackin' all these n***as who be dissin' the underground\nMotherf** god, I diss 'em on wax\nCatch 'em slippin' backstage start fadin' they a**\nOops there goes that ghetto mentality\nThe same reason you never see my video on your T.V\nCuz we don't say what they want us to say\nf** rhythm and blues and the police too fool\nYou n***as can't stop me if i gave ya a free steel to the jaw, you still couldn't drop me\nSo don't try to sneak on that creep tip\nCuz you'll get that a** kicked quick b**h\nSo go in the house y'all here comes that crazy n***a flippin' on the mailman and innocent bystanders\ns**ers will get knocked down\nDub-C bringin' noise from the mother f**in' underground\n[Chorus]\nk** a n***a k** a n***a\nCome on, break 'em off somethin'\nYea, come on break 'em off somethin' (with that funky funky style)\nk** a n***a, k** a n***a \n\n\n\nCome on break 'em off somethin'\nYea, come on break em off somethin' (with that funky funky style)\n[Bridge: Money B]\nWicked wicked, in that Oak Town fashion\nWicked wicked, in that Oak Town fashion\nWicked wicked, in that Oak Town fashion\nWicked Money B, I am that odical dodge\n(Who's bad?)\n[Verse 3: Money B]\nI'm the worst-est wicked as I wanna be\nStand if you want to, but don't you dare stand in front of me\nDaddy Mack trickin', what you did then all f**in' sh** up\nWell here's a little more dick for you to s**\nAnd all these years that I be rappin'\nStyles that I'll be flashin'\nKind of like Nike, I never have to ask questions\nAll it takes, is a place, and a place, and a time and a rhyme\nIf I find ya, you'll be hidin' in my face\nI'll be on it like a [?]\nStingin' like a bumble\nOut the trunk with this funky attitude\nf** the humble\nGot this stamina to be on the mic\nMashin' in the stance with the stylist boots\nI'm a bout to catch a bulge in my pants\nAnd the bigger the bu*t, the bigger the nut\nThat I mistrust\nI can catch a bum rush\nLayin' in the cut, like a panther on the prowl\nSo agile\nDon't ask scoop\nYou're not a now\nBut I'll tellin' MC how, we should\nTake ya time, take ya, take ya, take ya time\nMc's take ya time, before ya start the rhyme\nYes!\nTake ya time, take ya, take ya, take ya time\nMC's take ya time, before ya start the rhyme\nSo are you Filthy McNasty?, rappin' too fast\nAsk me, I say we slow and flow and roll ya a**\nPeace to Down W, Big D, 2Pac, and Mack\nSideways to your mommas house\n[Chorus]\nk** a n***a k** a n***a\nCome on, break 'em off somethin'\nYea, come on break 'em off somethin' (with that funky funky style)\nk** a n***a, k** a n***a\nCome on break 'em off somethin'\nYea, come on break 'em off somethin' (with that funky funky style)\n[Verse 4: Deb-E]\nI shift the n***a no respect 'fore he plays me\nCome off that bullsh** fool you can save these\n[?] you gets no props\nAnd if you think I'm f**in' around, hear the gun pop\nGotta break your a** off, some of that reality\nn***as don't know about the D to the E to the B\nSo I start kickin', the funky a** [?] sh**\nThe sh** on the microphone motherf**ers can't f** with\nYou want something to play with?\nWarm your a** like gum\nAs I push in the clip pump pump\nFrom a woman's perspective\nLive from the motherland, here's my objective\nLet this microphone pump\nAs I pump and stomp huh\nTo make a fly guy gotta shake they rumps\n[?] too much\nMoney B and W.C. the D.E.B down with the motherf**in S.T",
    "2pac - Breathin lyrics": "I'll be tha last muthaf**a breathin'\nTell me, who be the last muthaf**a breathin?\nStress, and busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthaf**a breathin'\nBust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthaf**a breathin'\nStress, and busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthaf**a breathin'\nBust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthaf**a breathin'\nWoke up with 50 enemies plotten my d**h\nAll 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah n***a I was stressed\nHad me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest\nsh**, I'm like a hostage In this troubled block\nCall the cops, a thug n***a screamin Westside bustin' double glocks\nHittin corners in my Chevy Surburban\nLiquor got me drivin up on the curb handle the steerin wheel, swirvin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\nLet me live on the streetz cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGetten world-wide exposure\nWith a bunch of n***az that don't give a f** ridin as my souljaz\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average k**er\nWestside, Outlaw, Bad Boy k**a\nComplete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\nI murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthaf**a breathin'\nStress, and busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthaf**a breathin'\nBust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthaf**a breathin'\nMake sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt\nFor all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\nOutlawz worldwide, we pack the block\nShootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\nAsk Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\nStale down here, to many jails down here\nWhy you act like you don't hear me?\nYoung Noble, Outlaw till these muthaf**as k** me\nI'm still breathin'\nNow we was raised \"f** this life\", I rose my right\nHoldin' on a tight grip with d**h in my sight\nAnd the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you? \n\n\n\nWalkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\nCame a long way from a bored-day\nDead away where there's war play\nf** grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\nWit' these f*g a** n***az, see-through gla** a** n***az\nOnly ride my n***az, ghetto is mash a** n***az\nBreathin'\nStress, and busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthaf**a breathin'\nBust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthaf**a breathin'\nI walk around with a knife in my back\nTalkin' bout a bad day, I live a life like that\nIt's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\nCatch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\nBreathin' is suicant, no one give a f** about me\nI leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\nBesides a seed that the devil run from\nIn the belly of the beats, that's where the f** we come from\nAnd still breathin'\nAnd still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\nJust lost 2 of my closes, man, one of why'all can take this\nBut, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\nWe number 1 muthaf**a, bout to do it again\nsh**, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n2 million everytime he drop, I know you f**as losin' it\nWe movin' in for the k**, for a mill\nWe holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\nI'm bout to give these n***az somethin they can feel\nFakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\nStyle-bitin' THUGLINE n***az give it up\nWe Hit 'Em Up\nAnd we still breathin'\nAnd we still breathin'\nAnd we still breathin'\nWe'll be the last muthaf**a breathin'\nStress, and busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthaf**a breathin'\nBust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthaf**a breathin'\nStress, and busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthaf**a breathin'\nBust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthaf**a breathin'",
    "2pac - Breathin' (OG) lyrics": "[Intro]\nYeah\nWho'll be the last motherf**er breathin'?\nTell me n***a, (tell me)\nWho'll be the last motherf**er breathin'?\n[Hook]\nStressed, but busta free\nEnemies give me reason, to be the last motherf**er breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds\nCatch 'em while they sleepin', now I'm the last motherf**er breathin'\nStressed, but busta free\nEnemies give me reason, to be the last motherf**er breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds\nCatch 'em while they sleepin', now I'm the last motherf**er breathin'\n[Verse 1]\nWoke up with fifty enemies plottin' my d**h\nAll fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah n***a I was stressed\nHad me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\nsh**, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops\nA thug n***a screamin' \"West Side\", bustin' double Glocks\nHittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\nLiquor got me drivin' up on the curb, hand on the steerin' wheel swervin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin' in hell\nJust let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGettin' world-wide exposure\nWith a bunch of n***as that don't give a fu*k, ridin' as my soldiers\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer\nWestside Outlaw; Bad Boy k**er, huh \n\n\n\nComplete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\nI murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherf**er breathin'\n[Hook]\nStressed, but busta free\nEnemies give me reason, to be the last motherf**er breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds\nCatch 'em while they sleepin', now I'm the last motherf**er breathin'\n[Intermission]\n[Hook]\nStressed, but busta free\nEnemies give me reason, to be the last motherf**er breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds\nCatch 'em while they sleepin', now I'm the last motherf**er breathin'\n[Verse 2]\nHoppin' out my four door Chevy, in this game, I'm still heavy\nRather be your N.I.G.G.A. if you still let me\nPromise not to cum quick\nYou f**in' around with the Don b**h, I run sh**, with one clip Mr. Makaveli quick to mack, go back to the telli\nI f** a b**h like I'm psychotic, I think that's what they tell me\nf** around I don't fight fair\nA world wide mob figga, local nightmare, just call 'em right there\nOpen fire, 'cause my desire is to ride\nGot every n***a signed to Bad Boy, prayin' that I die\nSome have prophesized, homicide, some have tried\nThey couldn't see the coward in they eyes, 'til they died\nThey wonder why, they targets\nDefenseless, when my squad hits, hard n***as\n[Intermission]",
    "2pac - Brenda's Got A Baby lyrics": "Brenda's got a baby\nBrenda's got a baby\nI hear brenda's got a baby\nWell, brenda's barely got a brain\nA damn shame\nTha girl can hardly spell her name\n(that's not her problem, that's up ta brenda's family)\nWell let me show ya how it affects tha whole community\nNow brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky\nWent in debt to his arms, it's sad\nCause i bet brenda doesn't even know\nJust cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow\nBut oh, that's a thought, my own revelation\nDo whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation\nBrenda got herself a boyfriend\nHer boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end\nShe tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family\nWho didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she\nWent out and had a church of kids\nAs long as when tha check came they got first dibs\nNow brendas belly is gettin bigger\nBut no one seems ta notice any change in her figure\nShe's 12 years old and she's having a baby\nIn love with tha molester, who's s**ing her crazy\nAnd yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever\nAnd dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever\nHe left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor\n\n\n\nAnd didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep\nShe wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep\nI guess she thought she'd get away\nWouldn't hear tha cries\nShe didn't realize\nHow much tha tha little baby had her eyes\nNow tha babys in tha trash heep balling\nMomma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling\nBrenda wants ta run away\nMomma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday\nNow brenda's gotta make her own way\nCan't go to her family, they won't let her stay\nNo money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job\nShe tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed\nSo now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell\nSo she sees s** as a way of leavin hell\nIt's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain\nProstitute, fair slang, and brenda's her name, she's got a baby\nBaaaaaaaaby\n(don't you know she's got a baby)\n(don't you know she's got a baby)\n(don't you know she's got a baby)\n(don't you know she's got a baby)\n(don't you know she's got a baby)\n(don't you know she's got a baby)\n",
    "2pac - Brenda's Got a Baby [Original Album Version] lyrics": "(Brenda's got a baby)\n(Brenda's got a baby)\nI hear Brenda's got a baby\nBut Brenda's barely got a brain\nA damn shame\nThe girl can hardly spell her name\n(That's not our problem; that's up to Brenda's family)\n\n\n\nWell, let me show you how it affects our whole community\nNow Brenda really never knew her moms and her dad was a junkie\nWent in debt to his arms; it's sad\n'Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know",
    "2pac - Brick House lyrics": "She's a brick-house\nMighty might just lettin' it all hang out\nShe's a brick-house\nThe lady's stacked and that's a fact,\nain't holding nothing back.\nShe's a brick-house\nShe's the one, the only one,\nwho's built like a amazon\nWe're together everybody knows,\nand here's how the story goes.\nShe knows she got everything\na woman needs to get a man, yeah.\nHow can she use, the things she use\n36-24-36, what a winning hand!\nShe's a brick-house\nMighty might just lettin' it all hang out\nShe's a brick-house\nThe lady's stacked and that's a fact,\nain't holding nothing back.\nThe clothes she wears, the s**y ways,\n\n\n\nmake an old man wish for younger days\nShe knows she's built and knows how to please\nSure enough to knock a man to his knees\nShe's a brick-house\nMighty might just lettin' it all hang out\nShe's a brick-house\nThe lady's stacked and that's a fact,\nain't holding nothing back.\nThe clothes she wears, the s**y ways,\nmake an old man wish for younger days\nShe knows she's built and knows how to please\nSure enough to knock a man to his knees\nShake it down, shake it down now\nShake it down, shake it down now\nShake it down, shake it down now",
    "2pac - Brothaz at Armz lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nHey\nWatch me\nWipe em scared\nOh\nWhy is it that we gotta be\n(Watch your back)\nContactin n***as in the cemetery\nFuneral homes\nBuried\nSeein' all my homiez burried\nMoms all worried and sh**\nWhy is so many black brothaz dyin\nOne day we can all be together smokin weed gettin high\nMaybe in our dreams over sheds is reality\nWheres your family at?\nn***as say one love\nf** one Love n***a\nOne Nation\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow it's time for\nRetaliation, perpetrating get you punished, how could you\nCross the n***a that put food inside your stomach?\nWatch me\nPoint the p**y out the crowd time to pay for\nPast discretions, never learned your lessons in this deadly war\nLet's explore the possibilities, them n***as k**ing me\nHead all busted\nOver this trick n***a I trusted, now it's\nHard to figure knew this n***a for eternity\nAnd, never in my deepest thoughts figured he could turn on me\n[Verse 2: Buckshot]\nSo many to choose from\nn***as close to me I wonder how I lose them (How I lose one)\nMaybe because I put them on the podium before me (Oh yes)\nI use to think that's how it should be\nUntil them n***as cross me, it's different now (Different now)\nb**hes wait until I got cold (Turn it up)\nAnd told a boldfaced lie (Lie)\nBut still I never asked why (Turn it up) (Why?)\nI keep stepping with my weapon on queue\nCause now I got my eye on you (Got my eyes on you)\nBefore my crew, remember how you do\nNow you want to pursue\nThe B.D Buck just because your jealous as a motherf**er (Jealous as a\nMotherf**er)\n[Chorus: Smif-N-Wessun & 2Pac]\nEvery man has a right to decide his, own destiny \n\n\n\nIn the end it's\nAnd in this judgment there is, no partiality\nSo arm in arms (Arm in arms)\nWe fight to live and struggle (Fight to live and struggle)\nOvercome all the troubles\nYour fight is my fight (Your fight)\nYour fight (Your Life)\nYour fight (Your fight) (Your fight is my fight)\nYour fight (Your Life)\nWhat you gonna do?\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nNow if my memory serves me justly\nI showed you love but you the same one that tried to f** me\nAnd now I got this pistol pointed at your mouth, ready to squeeze\nYou see, snitching is an epidemic k**ing disease\nExit\nThrow your gun away, take your time, free your mind\nForget about the crime, and it will all go away in time\nMy information strictly based on n***as faces\nPast cases with the law, plus a life of living raw\nBrothaz at arms\n[Chorus: Smif-N-Wessun & 2Pac]\nEvery man has a right to decide his, own destiny\nIn the end it's\nAnd in this judgment there is, no partiality\nSo arm in arms (Arm in arms)\nWe fight to live and struggle (Fight to live and struggle)\nAnd that's the only way to\nOvercome all the troubles\nYour fight is my fight (Your fight)\nLet's get it on now\nYour fight is my fight (Your fight)\nLet's get it on now\nYour fight is my fight (Your fight)\nLet's get it on now\n(What? Say what?)\nLet's get it on now\nUh\n[Outro: Steele]\nMy fight is your fight, we could do this all day and all night\nSo I tell you what, One Nation, we gon' set up this plantation\nThis foundation, and we gon' take it to the real enemy\nThe one who ain't a friend of me\nThe one, the war continues, the struggle continues\nAll solider's be friends of me",
    "2pac - Budweiser Superfest Freestyle lyrics": "[Verse 1: Scoob]\nThis here for the motherf**in record\nHere we here we here we go, here we here we go\nCan I can I can I kick a motherf**in flow\nChitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\nMotherf**in n***as can't hang\nWell oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\nBut I don't give a f** I'm letting n***as know they can't hang\nDon't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\nDon't make me get my gun and blow your motherf**in head off\nOnce again, n***as know my style, God damn it\nUnless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\nHard like Shaquille, oh you better kneel\nWhen you see me comin, Big Scoob got em runnin\nSex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\nWith dough in my pockets big like the Biscuits, in CB4\nSet up a contest, I'm coming, I'm taking the dough\nThey wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\nSo don't try me, you better walk by me\nI'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\nLike Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\nI'll shoot a hole in your toe\nI'll make you jump like the House of Pain\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang\nn***as can't hang, n***as can't hang\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherf**in n***as can't hang\n[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it:\nI got seven Mack-11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the sh** never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b**hes\nBiggie Smalls the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nThat's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lambsbread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns,I make number runs\nI give mc's the runs, drippin'\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK,I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the d-e-c-k\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my god, I'm dropping sh** like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin', smackin' babies at their Christenin'\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nYeah, where the motherf**in thugs at?\nThrow up your motherf**in middle finger\nWe gonna do this sh** like this\nI thank the lord for my many blessings, though I'm stressin\nKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson \n\n\n\nAnd all my n***as in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nothing separating us from a MAC-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, older\nA straight soldier, buckin at the bustas\nNo matter how you try, n***as never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me striking down the block, hitting corners\nMobbing like a motherf**er, living like I wanna\nAnd ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug life, motherf**er crime pays\nLet the cops put their lights on: chase me n***a!\nZig zaggin' through the freeway: race me n***a!\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherf**er that you ever saw\n[Verse 4: Shyheim]\nYo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n{*ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop*}\nYo, times is getting hard, word is bond, I swear to God\nI even got caught trying to steal from the junkyard\nA born terror, a rebel without a pause\nI never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus\nI walk the streets at night with my head down\nIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\nSo they get a Glock and lick shots to get props\nAnd when sh** rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\nAn old man got shot in the parking lot\nIn front of my building I hang with his grandchildren\nAnd for the n***a that pulled the trigger then tried to slide\nAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\nAnd this happens everyday around my way\nSo I pray that I can live another day\n[Kane] This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\n[Shy] Staten Island in the motherf**in house!\nWa**up, Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n[Verse 5: Big Daddy Kane]\nNow what's the bullsh** n***as been saying\nDont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\nNo need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\nUhh!! Oh yeah motherf**er, your teeth is gone\nJust cause you rap don't meant that you're catching wreck with me\nStep to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\nI only know one n***a that can come next to me\nNo, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\nA battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\nLike they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\nCause when it comes to going against Kane rappin\nThat's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nothing happenin\nNon-resistible, non compatible\nI'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm f**in incredible\nAnd let's just get one more thing understood\nIf I fart on a record, trust me n***a, that sh** gon' sound good",
    "2pac - Bury Me A G lyrics": "Thug Life\nThinkin' back\nreminiscing on my teens\na young G\ngetten' paid over dope fiends\nf**in' off cash that I make\nn***a, what's tha sense of workin hard\nif you never get tp play\ni'm hustlen'\nstayin' out till it's dawn\nand commin' home\nat 6 o'clock in tha mornin'\nhand's on my glock\neye's on tha prize\nfinger on tha trigga when a n***a rides\nshootin' craps\nbustin' n***as out tha door\npick my money off tha floor\ngod bless tha tre-four\nstuck on full, drunk again\nsippin' on Gin\nwith a couple of friends\nsayin' those thug life n***as be like major pimps\nstickin' to tha rules is what made it simp\nand if I die\nlet it be\nbut when they come for me\nbury me a G\n[Chorus x2 -- Tupac]\nI ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my mothaf**en riches\neven when I die\nthey won't worry me\nmama don't cry\nbury me a G\nMore Trouble than tha average\njust made 25 and i'm livin' like a savage\nbein a G ain't no easy thing\ncause you could f** around get crossed\nand get stuck in tha game\nand for tha rest of your life you will sit and remineise\nwonder why it had to end like this\nand to tha G's you can feel my pain\ntill tha mothaf**as gets born again\nyou thought I was a game kid\ni'm not tha n***a for playin games\nI let my buckshots rang\nwhen I pull tha trigga on my gauge\ni'm on tha rampage\nmakin' runs for tha devil\nain't nothin' on my mind\nwill get me in some trouble\ni'm tryin to ride\nno more loves\nfor me hard to figure\nget a n***a, smoke a blunt\nOr is a jury starts (break that sh**)\nI gives a f** n***a\nstuck outta luck\nwhen I bust\npull me to my d**h\nbut i'm a G to tha enemy\n[Chorus x2 -- Tupac]\nI ain't got time for b**hes\ngotta keep my mind on my mothaf**en riches\neven when I die\nthey won't worry me\nmama don't cry\nbury me a G \n\n\n\n[Stretch]\nI got nothen' ta loose so I choose to be a k**er\nwent from bangin' ta slangin'\nnow i'm a dope dealer\nall my life payed tha price to be tha boss\nback in school\nwrote tha rules on getten' tossed\npoppin' rocks on tha block was a past time\npack a 9 all the time\nyou wanna test mine ?\ndon't cry\nI die before they play me\nfrom tha cradle to tha grave\nbury me\nStraight Thug G\nkickin' it with tha homies in tha hood\ngetten' drunk, smokin' blunts\na b**h said I was no good\nI gives a f**\nI spend my time in tha dope spot\nnever had no time for no b**h\ninstead slangin' rocks\nand bustin' caps on you punk a** marcs\nfake a** G's\nb**h n***as with no heart\ni'm stayin' real till i'm 6 feet deep\nso when a n***a gone\nbury me a G\n[Chorus x2 -- Tupac]\nI ain't got time for b**hes\ngotta keep my mind on my mothaf**en riches\neven when I die\nthey won't worry me\nmama don't cry\nBury Me a G\n[Tupac]\nStuck on Full\nTangaray got a n***a high\nlord knows I don't need another DUI\nI led a Thug Life\nheartless hustler\njust cause I f**ed\ndon't mean I trust her\nnow my pagers vibratin'\ncan't sleep\nso i'm mobbin' to tha ho's house\npumpin' Isely\nIs it cool ta f** is what i'm askin\nb**h recognize game and start laughen\nwhen i'm all in those guts and sh**\nprayin' that a n***a don't nut too quick\ncause i'll f** and get up and let ya know\ni'll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho\nlots a ho's get mad and sh**\nI let a trick be a trick\nyou can have that b**h\ncause I doubt if I change\ntha games a mothaf**er\nreal n***as turn ta bustas\nBury Me a G\n[Chorus x6 -- Tupac]\nI ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta Keep my mind on my mothaf**en riches\neven when I die\nthey won't worry me\nMama don't cry\nbury me a G\nI ain't got time for b**hes --- b**hes",
    "2pac - Bury Me a G (Solo) lyrics": "[Intro]\nBury me a g, bury me a g, thug life know the time it is, feel me\n[Verse 1]\nThinkin' back, reminiscin' on my teens\nA young G, gettin' paid over dope fiends\nf**in' off cash that I made\nn***a, what's the sense of workin' hard, if you never get to play\nI'm hustlin', stayin' out till it's dawn\nAnd comin' home at 6 o'Clock in the mornin'\nHand's on my Glock, eyes on the prize\nFinger on the trigger when a n***a ride\nAnd I be Shootin' craps, bustin' n***as out the door\nPick my money off the floor, God bless the tre-four\nStuck on full, drunk again\nSpill a little liquor for my homies in the Pen'\nSay them thug life n***as be like major pimps\nStickin' to the rules was a major sin\nKeep my finger on my Mac man\nThe crack game ain't sh**\nn***as trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G\n[Hook]\nI ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEven when I die, they won't worry me\nMama don't cry, bury me a G\n(and I) I ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEven when I die, they won't worry me\nMama don't cry, bury me a G\n[Verse 2]\nAnd I'll be stayin' strapped\nMy Mac-11 make my nuts bigger\nI keep my finger on the trigger for you jealous n***as\nWonder why a motherf**ers nutty, and why I'm up worried\nWhen I see a cemetery full of dead bodies\nMama told me \"son, don't lie\"\nAnd Mama's in the back smokin' crack and a n***a wanna die\nCan't cry cause I'm loc'd up\nChoked up, n***a puffing on that indo getting f**ed up\nAnd in the back of my mind, I know I'm wrong\nAlcohol make a young motherf**er think he ballin'\nCollect calls to my old b**hes, send more pictures\nOn the phone, tryin' to bone cause I miss ya\nBack on the streets I'm losin' focus\nI'm hopeless, homies dyin' over small time dope sh**\nKeep my finger on my Mac man\nThe crack game ain't sh**\nn***as trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G\n[Hook]\nI ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEven when I die, they won't worry me\nMama don't cry, bury me a G\nI ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEven when I die, they won't worry me\nMama don't cry, bury me a G\n[Verse 3]\nSo you wanna make a million?\nAnd motherf**ers catchin' drug cases\nI place my Glock outside my waist and keep a thug face\nEven on a good day!, gotta stay strapped\nLivin' in my hood, hey!\nn***as will spray caps\nAnd everybody wanna go to heaven, don't nobody wanna pray \n\n\n\nSo I stay clutchin' on my AK\nMurderin' n***as that oppose me\nThat's how it goes, you motherf**ers try to play me and the homies\nTime to make my get-away\nI hid away in the backstreets\nCouldn't let the police jack me\nGotta be quiet, I'm on the down low\nI got that ya-yo movin' by the pound so\nWhen the police try me out, f** the judge\nGot a homie that'll buy me out, straight love\nKeep my finger on my Mac man\nThe crack game ain't sh**\nn***as trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G\n[Hook]\nI ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEven when I die, they won't worry me\nMama don't cry, bury me a G\nI ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEven when I die, they won't worry me\nMama don't cry, bury me a G\n[Verse 4]\nStuck on fool, Tanqueray got a n***a high\nLord knows I don't need another DUI\nI lead a Thug Life, heartless hustler\nJust cause I f**ed, don't mean I trust her\nNow my pagers vibratin', can't sleep\nSo I'm mobbin' to the ho's house, bumpin' Isley\n\"Is it cool to f**?\" That's what I'm askin'\nb**h recognized game and started laughin'\nNow I'm all in the guts and sh**\nPrayin' that a n***a don't nut too quick\nCause I'll f** and get up, I'll let you know\nI'll be a 10 minute brother for a $2 ho\nLots of hoes gettin' mad as sh**\nI let a trick be a trick, you can have that b**h\nKeep my finger on my Mac man\nThe crack game ain't sh**\nn***as trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G\n[Hook]\nI ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEven when I die, they won't worry me\nMama don't cry, bury me a G\n(cause) I ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEven when I die, they won't worry me\nMama don't cry, bury me a G\nI ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEven when I die, they won't worry me\nMama don't cry, bury me a G\n(cause)I ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEven when I die, they won't worry me\nMama don't cry, bury me a G\n(cause)I ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEven when I die, they won't worry me\nMama don't cry, bury me a G\n(cause)I ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEven when I die, they won't worry me\nMama don't cry, bury me a G\nNow I ain't got time for b**hes, b**hes, b**hes..",
    "2pac - C U When U Get There (Thugz Mansion Remix) lyrics": "[Intro]\nsh**, tired of gettin shot at\nTired of gettin chased by the police and arrested\nn***as need a spot where WE can kick it\nA spot where WE belong, that's just for us\nn***as ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood\nY'knahmean? Where do n***as go when we die?\nAin't no heaven for a thug n***a\nThat's why we go to thug mansion\nThat's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G\n... at thug mansion\n[Verse 1]\nA place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind\nSo much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times\nI once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried\nBut when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes\nNo one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble\nNot knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you\nPicture me inside the misery of poverty\nNo man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived\nPrayin hard for better days, promise to hold on\nMe and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on\nWe found a family spot to kick it\nWhere we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick sh**\nA spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's\nWe still visualize places, that we can roll in peace\nAnd in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast\nI got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion\n[Hook}\nI'll see you when you get there\nIf you ever get there\nSee you when you get there\nI'll see you when you get there\nIf you ever get there\nSee you when you get there\n[Verse 2]\nWill I survive all the fights and the darkness?\nTrouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed \n\n\n\nI shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good\nFor multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots\nNobody cares, seen the politicians ban us\nThey'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain\nWhy they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?\nOr am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?\nI need a place to rest my head\nWith the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead\nIs there a spot for us to roll, if you find it\nI'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go\nHow can I be peaceful? I'm coming from the bottom\nWatch my daddy scream, \"Peace,\" while the other man shot him\nI need a house that's full of love when I need to escape\nThe deadly places slingin d**, in thug's mansion\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nDear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good\nTell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods\nSeen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook\nDrippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke\nThen some lady named Billie Holiday sang\nSittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came\nLittle Latasha sho' grown\nTell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home\nMaybe in time you'll understand only God can save us\nWhen Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band\nJust think of all the people that you knew in the past\nThat pa**ed on, they in heaven, found peace at last\nPicture a place that they exist, together\nThere has to be a place better than this, in heaven\nSo right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin\nRemember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion\n[Hook 2x]",
    "2pac - Cabin Fever lyrics": "[Intro: Hola Vano]\nCome with me\nHail Mary n***a, run quick see\nWhat do we have here now\nDo you wanna ride or die\nLa-lalala-la-la-la-la\n[Verse 1: Azure]\nI ain't a k**er, but don't test me\nOtherwise the cops will arrive to arrest me for a homicide\nI'll leave the whole nation petrified\nMy twitter ain't verified\nBut I'm a certified monster\nIf I see a Bronx Azure, I'mma k** the impostor\nFly to your house like I got a f**ing helicopter\nBlow up in your girl like my dick's a rocket launcher\nMadison Square Garden? Imma throw a concert\nPeople die from the heat wave, where the f** the doctor at?\nBars on automat\nIf she got a nice rack, Im going tit for tat\nShe got long hair, so I call her my Persian Cat\nTrump for president? Im flipping out like an acrobat\nIf he get elected, Imma start a coup de tat\n[Interlude: 2Pac (1992 Interview)]\n[Verse 2: Azure]\nImma shake the motherf**ing block up\nTerrorize the streets like my name is Blanka\nWill he ever stop (uh)\nNo n***a\nWon't even yield to cop(ahs)\nMust be a movie all I see are shot(ahs)\nYoung'in training rappers these my wolf pups\nRelease 'em back into the wild when they all grown up\nThese rappers say that ain't got fathers (Ha hold up)\nIm back on my bullsh**\nGang got full clips\nLast sane rapper alive\nThis must be the apocalypse \n\n\n\nI see a woman but all you dogs see are waiting lips\nThose sink ships, Yall are full of it\nWe need more Kendricks\nWe need more A$APs\nWe need more Bada$$es\nI swear these rappers get the hardest beats and start half-a**ing\nCube left the n***as becuase he never got his cash back\nRIP Eazy, all we have now are flash backs\n[Interlude: 2Pac Shakur (1992 Interview)]\n[Verse 3: Azure]\nI'll be a maryland n***a till the day I die\nShoot me down here, Im not that shy\nBut I promise you I won't go down without a fight\nWe lost a great gangster in 1995\nRIP Eazy-E it was before your time\nMusic outshined your life of crime\nYou gave it life, didn't matter if you didn't write\nReal n***a till d**h. Trill n***a in the afterlife\n[Bridge: Azure]\nCabin Fever's setting in\nYou can't hide and you can't pretend\nThe virus is coming back\nIm bringing real culture back\nCabin Fever's setting in\nYou can't hide and you can't pretend\nThe virus is coming back\nIm bringing real culture back\nCabin Fever's setting in\nYou can't hide and you can't pretend\nThe virus is coming back\nIm bringing real culture back\nCabin Fever's setting in\nYou can't hide and you can't pretend\nThe virus is coming back\nIm bringing real culture back\n[Outro: 2Pac (1992 Interview)]",
    "2pac - Cabinet Battle 3 (Demo) lyrics": "[Lin-Manuel Miranda as Washington]\nThe issue on the table: a petition from a Quaker delegation in Philadelphia calling on Congress to end the African slave trade and abolish slavery, in all its forms. This petition was written and signed by Benjamin Franklin, it cannot go ignored. If this comes to a vote in Congress, what is the White House's position? Secretary Jefferson, you first. Tread lightly...\n[Miranda as Jefferson]\nSir\nThe constitution clearly states\nThat the states have to wait\nUntil eighteen-oh-eight to debate\nOn whether to end the slave trade\nAnd whether or not you want it, guys\nThat is the final compromise we made\n[Miranda as Hamilton]\nSir wait-\n[Miranda as Jefferson]\nBut for a second let us say that we can legislate\nUnanimous emancipation, freedom reigns, and yes, it's great\nWe cannot cure prejudice or righteous, desperate hate\nSo back to Africa or do they get a separate state?\nIn 1784, I tried to float banning slavery in the West\nMy notion didn't get a single vote\nSlavery's a sin, it's growing like a cancer\nBut we can't address the question if we do not have an answer\n[Miranda as Hamilton]\nIs it my turn? Good\nPlantation states are packed with promise makers\nDo you realize the precious time these legislators wasted?\nInstitutionalizing slavery only multiplies our troubles\nWait till the 1800's, and their population doubles\nYou all know\nThis is the stain on our soul and democracy\nA land of the free? No, it's not, it's hypocrisy\nTo subjugate, dehumanize a race, call 'em property\nAnd say that we are powerless to stop it, can you not foresee? \n\n\n\nSir, even you, you have hundreds of slaves\nWhose descendants will curse our names when we're safe in our graves\nHow will the south find labor for its businesses?\nHow will Thomas Jefferson find his next mistresses?\n[Miranda as Jefferson]\nHow dare you\n[Miranda as Hamilton]\nYet still, people follow like lemmings\nAll your hemming and hawing, while you're hee-hawing with Sally Hemings\n[Miranda as Washington]\nThat's enough\n[Miranda as Hamilton]\nWell you asked how I feel\nI don't pretend to know the answer, but the question is real\n[Miranda as Madison]\nIf I may, Mr. President?\n[Miranda as Washington]\nMadison?\n[Miranda as Madison]\nLet's take this moment to establish a precedent\nFirst of all, sir, we won't involve you in this\nImagine this debate with all of congress, it's ruinous\nI'll rea**ure the South, 1808 is still the year\nThat was agreed upon\nThat buys us time and a**uages fear\nI'll tell the North that on January 1st\nOf that year, we'll ban importation handling the worst\nOnce I get all this agreed upon, I'll pick up a pen\nAnd introduce a motion never to discuss this again\n[Miranda as Hamilton]\nMr President!\n[Miranda as Madison]\nHamilton, if we support emancipation\nEvery single slave owner will demand compensation\nAnd as for slandering Jefferson with talk of mistresses\nDo you really wanna-\n[Mirandas as Madison and Jefferson]\nDo you really wanna have that conversation?\n[Miranda as Hamilton]\nNo\n[Miranda as Washington]\nMadison, execute your plan to the letter\nLet's hope the next generation thinks of something better",
    "2pac - California Love lyrics": "California love!\nCalifornia, knows how to party\nCalifornia, knows how to party\nIn the city of L.A.\nIn the city of good ol' Watts\nIn the city, the city of Compton\nWe keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!\nNow let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west\nA state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness\nThe track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest\nPack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of s**\nWe in that sunshine state with a bomb a** hemp beat\nThe state where ya never find a dance floor empty\nAnd pimps be on a mission for them greens,\nLean mean money-makin-machines serving fiends\nI been in the game for ten years making rap tunes\nEver since honeys was wearing Sa**oon\nNow it's '95 and they clock me and watch me\nDiamonds shinin', lookin' like I robbed Liberace\nIt's all good, from Diego to the Bay\nYour city is the bomb if your city making pay\nThrow up a finger if ya feel the same way\nDre putting it down for\nCaliforn-I-a\nCalifornia (California) knows how to party (knows how to party!)\nCalifornia (west coast) knows how to party (yes they do)(that's right)\nIn the city of L.A. (city of L.A.)\nIn the city of good ol' Watts (good ol' Watts)\nIn the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton)\nWe keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! (come on, come on, come on)\nShake it shake it baby\nShake it shake it, shake it baby\nShake it shake it mama\nShake it Cali\nShake it shake it baby (that's right, uh)\nShake it shake it baby baby, shake it shake it mama, shake it Cali\nOut on bail fresh outta jail, California dreaming\nSoon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearing hoochies screamin\nFiendin for money and alcohol\nThe life of a west side player where cowards die \n\n\n\nAnd its all war\nOnly in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die\nIn L.A. we wearing Chucks not Ballies (that's right, uh)\nDressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do\nFlossing but have caution we collide with other crews\nFamous cause we program worldwide\nLet'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans\nBumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's west side\nSo you know the row won't bow down to no man\nSay what you say\nBut give me that bomb beat from Dre\nLet me serenade the streets of L.A.\nFrom Oakland to Sactown\nThe Bay Area and back down\nCali is where they put they mack down\nCali-love\nCalifornia (California) knows how to party\nCalifornia, knows how to party (come on baby)\nIn the city (south-central) of L.A. (L.A.)\nIn the city of good ol' Watts (uh, that's right)\nIn the city, the city of Compton (yup, yup)\nWe keep it rocking! We keep it rocking! (yeah, yeah now make it shake, c'mon)\nShake it shake it baby (uh)\nShake it shake it, shake it baby (yeah)\nShake it shake it mama\nShake it Cali (shake it Cali)\nShake it shake it baby (shake it Cali)\nShake it shake it, shake it shake it mama (west-coast) shake it Cali\nUh, yeah, uh, long beach in the house, uh yeah\nOaktown, Oakland definitely in the house\nFrisko, Frisko\nHey, you know LA is up in this\nPasadena, where you at\nYeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good\n(Tupac) Even Hollywood trying to get a piece baby\nSacramento, Sacramento where ya at? yeah\nThrow it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up (I can't see ya!)\nCalifornia Love!\nLet's show these fools how we do this on that west side\nCause you and I know it's the best side",
    "2pac - California Love (remix) lyrics": "California love!\nCalifornia, knows how to party\nCalifornia, knows how to party\nIn the city of L.A.\nIn the city of good ol' Watts\nIn the city, the city of Compton\nWe keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!\nNow let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west\nA state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness\nThe track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest\nPack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of s**\nWe in that sunshine state with a bomb a** hemp beat\nThe state where ya never find a dance floor empty\nAnd pimps be on a mission for them greens,\nLean mean money-makin-machines serving fiends\nI been in the game for ten years making rap tunes\nEver since honeys was wearing Sa**oon\nNow it's '95 and they clock me and watch me\nDiamonds shinin', lookin' like I robbed Liberace\nIt's all good, from Diego to the Bay\nYour city is the bomb if your city making pay\nThrow up a finger if ya feel the same way\nDre putting it down for\nCaliforn-I-a\nCalifornia (California) knows how to party (knows how to party!)\nCalifornia (west coast) knows how to party (yes they do)(that's right)\nIn the city of L.A. (city of L.A.)\nIn the city of good ol' Watts (good ol' Watts)\nIn the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton)\nWe keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! (come on, come on, come on)\nShake it shake it baby\nShake it shake it, shake it baby\nShake it shake it mama\nShake it Cali\nShake it shake it baby (that's right, uh)\nShake it shake it baby baby, shake it shake it mama, shake it Cali\nOut on bail fresh outta jail, California dreaming\nSoon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearing hoochies screamin\nFiendin for money and alcohol\nThe life of a west side player where cowards die \n\n\n\nAnd its all war\nOnly in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die\nIn L.A. we wearing Chucks not Ballies (that's right, uh)\nDressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do\nFlossing but have caution we collide with other crews\nFamous cause we program worldwide\nLet'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans\nBumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's west side\nSo you know the row won't bow down to no man\nSay what you say\nBut give me that bomb beat from Dre\nLet me serenade the streets of L.A.\nFrom Oakland to Sactown\nThe Bay Area and back down\nCali is where they put they mack down\nCali-love\nCalifornia (California) knows how to party\nCalifornia, knows how to party (come on baby)\nIn the city (south-central) of L.A. (L.A.)\nIn the city of good ol' Watts (uh, that's right)\nIn the city, the city of Compton (yup, yup)\nWe keep it rocking! We keep it rocking! (yeah, yeah now make it shake, c'mon)\nShake it shake it baby (uh)\nShake it shake it, shake it baby (yeah)\nShake it shake it mama\nShake it Cali (shake it Cali)\nShake it shake it baby (shake it Cali)\nShake it shake it, shake it shake it mama (west-coast) shake it Cali\nUh, yeah, uh, long beach in the house, uh yeah\nOaktown, Oakland definitely in the house\nFrisko, Frisko\nHey, you know LA is up in this\nPasadena, where you at\nYeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good\n(Tupac) Even Hollywood trying to get a piece baby\nSacramento, Sacramento where ya at? yeah\nThrow it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up (I can't see ya!)\nCalifornia Love!\nLet's show these fools how we do this on that west side\nCause you and I know it's the best side",
    "2pac - California Remix lyrics": "[Intro]\nWelcome to California\nRemix (echo)\n[Verse 1 - Mack 10]\nUh Westcoast\nMack 10, Sly Boogy and the rest of the homies, look...\nSee I was raised at the gutter\nAnd no matter what happened I got that raw cane & water\nI ain't dependin' on rappin'\nAnd I ain't wit the disrespect, watch ya mouth when ya yappin\nI grab the homies and some bullies, hit ya block and start clappin\nAnd I got so much aqua, my traps got floods on it\nGettin' that rubber band money and who cares if Bloods is on it\nMack 10, one of the few West Coasters to shine\nAnd most of them got the mainstream, the hood is mine\n[Verse 2 - Jayo Felony]\nMan, I'm quick to tell a k**er that I'm iller than he is\nSee, and I'm a G since it's me and my peeps, please\nLook I'm the quickest no stitches, hit switches\nAnd I love these witches that be gobblin' snobbishness\nWe takin' wrist watches, we be plottin' on change main\nWhy did I hit you up? Homie this is the gang thang\nCan't hang with us gorillas, main, you just an orangutan\nSly and Bullet Loco gone bring these k**ers PAIN!\n[Verse 3 - Sly Boogy]\nRight, aight, hold up, trip (ha ha!)\nMe and my n***as came to blow up sh** (yeah)\nAnd show these n***as how to flow that spit (yeah)\nAnd quit actin' like some ho-a** tricks (Sly Boogy)\nFool, you know who the hell it is (yeah)\nI'm clickin' up wit all my cousins and relatives\nAnd you could roll wit us and rep yo block\nAnd we could show these motherf**ers how the West Coast rock\nSo come on\n[Hook - Butch Ca**idy]\nEverybody all around the world (yeah)\nAll the little baby boys and girls (alright)\nCan't sleep cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California\nAll the seeds all across the globe\nPeople comin' from coast to coast\nFor the show cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California\n[Verse 4 - E-40]\nTalk to me, I talk back, ain't no need to explain\nY'all know my name\nY'all know who this is rappin' over this steel trap\nY'all know it's the man wit the slang\nUse no pedal when pushin' that cane \n\n\n\nEverything that I ever sold in the street it was top grade\nMagazines, three mics, sprinkle truth in the game, spit the venom\nEvery rapper got a little E-40 up in em\nEvery rapper off the heezy fo sheezy\nI thought you plot 'em wit Jigga down\nFor sh** got down\n[Verse 5 - Kurupt]\nSwitches, b**hes, chrome deep dishes\nImpalas, pop collars and pop collar bones\nIt's California, Gangstaville, in ya mouth, all up on ya\nCologne, you California\nI'm Chuck All Stars, chronic sack, skull hat, Nissan truck\nNot to give a f**, Kurupt\n86 gang bang, World War 3\nThunder Dome, Crenshaw, Chemical Ali\nCalifornia n***a!\n[HOOK]\n[Verse 6 - Crooked I]\nThe women hop in the whip\nThey love the way the speakers be subbin' in eight places\nI represent Cali like Governor Gray Davis\nOn roller coaster rims, I own my own company pal\nI'm slangin' spinners, how you lovin' me now\nIn L.A. you gotta be do or die in junior high\nHe's Sly Boogy, I'm Crooked I and we ride - you know?\nAnd I'm d**h Row, heartless and lethal\nYou seen Menace to Society, I should start in the sequel\nYeeah\n[Verse 7 - Roscoe]\nBlaze up the sticky dro, raise up the '64\nSittin' low at the liquor store\nHe's better than generous, inconsiderate\nOn a shwe wit a cigarette\nYou know that n***a Young Roscoe rollin' in the Cadillac\nRag on these (on these)\nI got my Khak**ac saggin' wit the crease\nAnd everybody wanna know like, \"what's up wit Sco?\"\nIt's Y.A. k**afornia!\n[Verse 8 - 2Pac]\nKnow for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me\nAnd nah it ain't the d**, it's the straight thug n***a in me\nI swoop down and cause havoc\nMy rapid delivery is automatic, lettin' n***as have it\nI been labelled as a thug n***a\nSince they don't sell my sh** to white folks, ship it to the drug dealers\nAnd catch a, catch a n***a worldwide\nA f**ing Mob Figga, West Coast who ride\n[HOOK]\n(Outro)\nWe hope you have enjoyed your stay (echo)\nThink about this stuff (echo)",
    "2pac - Call It What U Want lyrics": "[Intro: Lay Law]\nYou've now entered the quest to, the black triangle\nNow you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha\nYes it has many meanings, but no matter how you define it\nIt still comes out black\nSee it's just a hair trim\nSo you can call it what you want\n[2Pac]\nNow I clown around, when I hang around with the Underground\nBut when I'm with the Mafia I'm droppin' you\nAnd if you're a ho then I'll be knockin ya, baby why not\nYou shouldn't jock me cause I'm popular\nThe group with the Glock, I love to pop the gun\nCoppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia\n2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk\nI'm bumpin G-Funk, but you can call it what you want\nHow many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me\nEither be my ho or hit the do', you're nothin for me (see ya!)\nThat's why I love to go on tour G\nScores of who*es behind the door, a n***a's known now, I'm sippin on a 40\nSo you can call it what you want just pa** the blunt and kick it Money\n[Money B]\nWell, I am the danger, THE DANGER, similar to a k**er\nI rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin\nIn Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper\nCapped his a** faster, than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day\nFirst and fifteenth, another way of sayin it\nI got new clips so trip but it's OK to get your crew\nCause ooh I'll send your team to the showers\nThey true and do and rippin and got the Wonder Twin powers\nI devour much venom, lunch breaks I sh** em, I just stink\nWhaddya think, this is a threat?\nJust forget about a come back, you're done black\nSee Cutty was the stopper\nBut you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper\nSting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger\nI blow you to bits and I be gettin a kick out of grabbin the mic and flingin\nLyrics with the maximum security crew\nI smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican\nSo why don't you let a Yankee Doodle do what he has ta\nRaise my hand and cast a\nHellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a\nWeatherman he'll sigh and reply, \"You shoulda stayed in the house\"\nCause Mon is gonna rain on their parades\n[Cold 187um]\nNowww, clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat\nAnd don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat\nNow Money Money Money B, once said to me\n\"187 why you wanna be a G?\" Welllll..\nI like to clock big G's, and hang out all night\nAnd never worry bout a b**h, cause she can't tell me sh**\nPlus, money money is a pimp thang (what?)\nCause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin the same\nSo don't ever ever f**, cause I'mma G and player hustler \n\n\n\nCause when I'm bustin on a mic I could never be a customer\nNow peep this, cause when I'm goin deep\nThe only customers gettin served in the housssse, is the p**y I freak\nThey wanna pop that ying-yang\nI tell em, \"Sit down, shut up b**h, and let me kick game\" (y'know)\nCause hoes always be sayin they got it goin on but if they wanna\nGet with a n***a like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not\nThe No Mack n***a, from the planet called Silk\nI'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps\nYo, come take a sip of the psycho-mega-\nPimpsome-hoesta-must-be-a-playa\nNow hold up, wait a second (Background Girls)\nNah, I f**ed you b**hes on the last record, yo\nIt's like I'm high on a raggamuffin spliff\nMe the dope sound what a man, the myth (come)\nMon they wanna see me fade sh**, like I did last year\nSo I POST on em, then I COAST on em\nNo I never never never had a murder rap\nAnd if you snitch you say I did it you're bound to get your neck snapped\nSo there it is, and how it's gonna be\nSo I pa** the joint, to my man KM.G\n[KM.G]\nWell you can call it what you want but if you don't\nI'm still a n***a with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut\nI said what you want, I'm workin' for a you-ohh\nWell alright, you little silly a** ho\nNow when you wanna rendezvous and get tramped (get tramped)\nGive a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp\nAnd see which playa, is up for the downstroke\n(Cause you skeez-in, cause you broke)\nSo toast them hoes like I said before\nI f** four b**hes a day, and I'm lookin for more\nCause cords of scores of hoes be leavin my house\nLike, BAM, and I'm like, DAMN\nNow my n***as done labelled me the dangerous neighborhood nasty man\nCause they know I can\nWhen you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes\nI'll be out by your garage, awaitin behind the bushes\nDrinkin' coffee, smooth waitin to talk see\nLike a true ho gigolo should be\nSee I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers\nEspecially when it comes to the b**hes and they moneymakers\nA simp n***a hesitate to diss you tramp but I don't\nSo here's the Black Mafia so, you can call it what you want\n[Hook: Cold 187Um]\nOoh, you can call it what you want\nWell, you can call it what you want\nWell, you can call it what you want\nWell, you can call it what you want\nWell, you can call it what you want\n[Outro: Lay Law ]\nYou are just had your experience of that new funktiers\nSo kick back and let that good sh** in your vibe to get shopped, ha ha\nWelcome to the motherf**in...",
    "2pac - Can U C the Pride in the Panther lyrics": "Can u c the pride in the pantha\nas he glows in splendor and grace\nToppling OBSTACLES placed in the way\nof the progression of his race\nCan u c the pride in the Pantha\nas she nurtures her young all alone \n\n\n\nThe seed must grow regardless\nof the fact that it's planted in stone\nCAN'T u c the Pride in the panthas\nas they unify as one\nThe flower blooms with brilliance\nand outshines the ray of the Sun",
    "2pac - Can U C The Pride In The Panther - Mos Def lyrics": "[Mos Def]\nThis song is dedicated\nto the mothers and the children of the revolution\nFrom Tupac, to Afeni Shakur\nand many many more\nThis is for you\nOne love, one life [Mos Def * singing]\nCan you see.. the pride of the panther\nAs she nurtures.. her young all alone\nIt's the seed.. that must grow regardless\nof the fact that, it's been planted in stone\nCan you see.. the pride of the panther\nIn the concrete jungle, alone with her cub\nIt's the seed.. that must come to harvest\nIt's the tree.. that must grow out of love Can you see the pride in the panther\nas he glows in splendor and grace?\nTopling obstacles placed\nin the way of the progression of his race?\nCan you see the pride in the panther\nas she nurtures her young, all alone?\nThe seed must grow regardless\nof the fact that it's planted in stone\nCan't you see the pride of the panthers\nas they unify, as one?\nThe flower blooms with brilliance and\noutshines all the rays of the sun\nKeeps bright like the rays of the sun\nCarries out like the rays of the sun\nKeeps bright like the rays of the sun\nShines bright like a new day begun [Mos Def]\nCan you see the pride in the panther\nas he glows in splendor and grace?\nTopling the obstacles placed\nin the way of the progression of his race\nCan you see the pride in the panther\nas she nurtures her young all alone?\nThe seed must grow, regardless\nof the fact that it's been planted in stone\nCan't you see the pride of the panthers\nas they unify as one?\nThe flower blooms, with brilliance\nand outshines all the rays of the sun\nIt outshines all the rays of the sun\nCarries out like a new day begun (uh-huh) \n\n\n\nIt shines bright like the rays of the sun (hah)\nAnd keeps high like a new day begun [Mos Def * singing]\nShines bright like the rays of the SUN!\nKeeps high like a new day begun\nCarry out like the rays of the sun\nKeep on like a new day begun, say\nShine bright like the rays of the SUN!\nKeep high like a new day begun, say\nShine bright like the rays of the sun (c'mon)\nKeep high like a new day begun, say\nShine bright like the rays of the SUN!\nKeep high like a new day begun, yes\nto shine bright like the rays of the sun (uh-huh)\nCarry out like a new day begun, say (c'mon)\nSHINE BRIGHT LIKE THE RAYS OF THE SUN (whoo!)\nKeep high like a new day begun (ha ha)\nShine bright like the rays of the sun say (c'mon)\nKeep it high like the new day begin say\nSHINE BRIGHT LIKE THE RAYS OF THE SUN (whoo!)\nKeep high like a new day begun (ha ha)\nShine bright like the rays of the sun (yeah)\nCarry out like the rays of the sun (huh)\nCarry out like a new day begun\nA new day begun, a new day begun\nA new day begun begun begun begun\nbegun begun begun.. hoo!\nPower to the people! (Power to the people)\nHe said.. power to the people! (Power to the people)\nHe said.. power to the people! (Power to the people)\nHe said.. love is people power (LOVE)\nLove is people power (LOVE)\nLove is people power (LOVE)\nLove is people power (when all else crumbles)\nLove is people power (love must prevail)\nLove is the people's power Every revolutionary act is a act of love\nAnd love is the engine of the revolution\nI love y'all, like 'Pac loved y'all\nlike Afeni loved 'Pac, like we love Afeni\nlike we love love.. one love",
    "2pac - Can U C the Pride in the Panther (Female Version) lyrics": "[Mos Def]\nThis song is dedicated\nTo the mothers and the children of the revolution\nFrom 2Pac, to Afeni Shakur\nAnd many many more\nThis is for you\nOne love, one life\n[Mos Def * singing]\nCan you see.. the pride of the panther\nAs she nurtures.. her young all alone\nIt's the seed.. that must grow regardless\nOf the fact that, it's been planted in stone\nCan you see.. the pride of the panther\nIn the concrete jungle, alone with her cub\nIt's the seed.. that must come to harvest\nIt's the tree.. that must grow out of love\nCan you see the pride in the panther\nAs he glows in splendor and grace?\nTopling obstacles placed\nIn the way of the progression of his race?\nCan you see the pride in the panther\nAs she nurtures her young, all alone?\nThe seed must grow regardless\nOf the fact that it's planted in stone\nCan't you see the pride of the panthers\nAs they unify, as one?\nThe flower blooms with brilliance and\nOutshines all the rays of the sun\nKeeps bright like the rays of the sun\nCarries out like the rays of the sun\nKeeps bright like the rays of the sun\nShines bright like a new day begun\n[Mos Def]\nCan you see the pride in the panther\nAs he glows in splendor and grace?\nTopling the obstacles placed\nIn the way of the progression of his race\nCan you see the pride in the panther\nAs she nurtures her young all alone?\nThe seed must grow, regardless\nOf the fact that it's been planted in stone\nCan't you see the pride of the panthers\nAs they unify as one?\nThe flower blooms, with brilliance\nAnd outshines all the rays of the sun\nIt outshines all the rays of the sun\nCarries out like a new day begun (uh-huh) \n\n\n\nIt shines bright like the rays of the sun (hah)\nAnd keeps high like a new day begun\n[Mos Def * singing]\nShines bright like the rays of the SUN!\nKeeps high like a new day begun\nCarry out like the rays of the sun\nKeep on like a new day begun, say\nShine bright like the rays of the SUN!\nKeep high like a new day begun, say\nShine bright like the rays of the sun (c'mon)\nKeep high like a new day begun, say\nShine bright like the rays of the SUN!\nKeep high like a new day begun, yes\nTo shine bright like the rays of the sun (uh-huh)\nCarry out like a new day begun, say (c'mon)\nSHINE BRIGHT LIKE THE RAYS OF THE SUN (whoo!)\nKeep high like a new day begun (ha ha)\nShine bright like the rays of the sun say (c'mon)\nKeep it high like the new day begin say\nSHINE BRIGHT LIKE THE RAYS OF THE SUN (whoo!)\nKeep high like a new day begun (ha ha)\nShine bright like the rays of the sun (yeah)\nCarry out like the rays of the sun (huh)\nCarry out like a new day begun\nA new day begun, a new day begun\nA new day begun begun begun begun\nBegun begun begun.. hoo!\nPower to the people! (Power to the people)\nHe said.. power to the people! (Power to the people)\nHe said.. power to the people! (Power to the people)\nHe said.. love is people power (LOVE)\nLove is people power (LOVE)\nLove is people power (LOVE)\nLove is people power (when all else crumbles)\nLove is people power (love must prevail)\nLove is the people's power\nEvery revolutionary act is a act of love\nAnd love is the engine of the revolution\nI love y'all, like 'Pac loved y'all\nLike Afeni loved 'Pac, like we love Afeni\nLike we love love.. one love",
    "2pac - Can U C the Pride in the Panther (Male Version) lyrics": "* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists\n[Mos Def]\nIt's said that every revolutionary act is a act of love\nAnd this is an act of love\nAll power to the people\nI said the P is for power, the A for action\nThe N-T because now is the time to get it done\nSee the H is for heart, and the E for effect\nThe R hold it down at the end for respect\nWho am I? A panther\nWho am I? A panther\nWhat I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE\nWhat I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE\nRaise your hands in the air if you feel like me\n[Mos Def w/ group emphasizing]\nWho am I? A panther\nWho am I? A panther\nWhat I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE\nWhat I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE\nRaise your hands in the air if you feel like me\n[Mos Def]\nCan you see the pride of the panther\nAs he glows in splendor and grace?\nTopling obstacles placed\nIn the way of the progression of his race\nCan you see the pride in the panther\nAs she nurtures her young, all alone?\nThe seed must grow, regardless\nOf the fact that it's planted, in stone \n\n\n\nCan't you see the pride of the panthers\nAs they unify, as one?\nThe flower blooms, with brilliance\nAnd outshines the rays of the sun\nOutshines, like the sun\nShines out, like the sun\nShines bright, like the sun\nBrings light, like the sun\n[Mos Def w/ group emphasizing]\nP is for power, the A for action\nThe N-T because now is the time to get it done\nSee the H is for heart, and the E for effect\nThe R hold it down at the end for respect\nWho am I? A panther\nWho am I? A panther\nWhat I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE\nWhat I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE\nRaise your hands in the air if you feel like me\nWho am I? A panther\nWho am I? A panther\nWhat I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE\nWhat I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE\nRaise your hands in the air if you feel like me\n[Mos Def]\nThis song is dedicated to all those who live and die for the struggle\nPanthers, children of the Panthers, or all those, who strive for\nFree minds, free souls, free bodies.. for freedom\nAnd love.. love.. love is the engine to the revolution",
    "2pac - Can U Get Away lyrics": "[2Pac]\nWha**up? It's 2Pac. Can you get away?\nLet me come swoop you up.\n[girl]\nYou know I got a man.\n[2Pac]\nI know you got a man\nbut he ain't gon' mind if I take you out.\n[girl]\nOf course he gon' mind.\n[2Pac]\nLet me take you to lunch.\nI'll have you back before he even get home;\nbefore anybody see.\n[girl]\nI can't. (Aww c'mon!) He ain't gon' let me.\n[2Pac]\nPleeeeeease...\n[girl]\nNah.\n[2Pac]\nOh aight. What's wrong with your eye?\nWhy you got on gla**es?\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nEver since I met ya I could beat depression\nIt's like your man don't understand, all he does is stress ya\nI can see your state of misery from the introduction\nAin't bout no s**in and touchin, just harmless discussion\nMaybe we can see a better way, find a brighter day\nLate night phone conversations -- would that be OK?\nI don't wanna take up all your time, be the next in line\nTell me your size, let me find you things with you in mind\nI can see you're cautious and I'm careful not to scare you\nBut anticipation of love makin\ngot you shakin when I'm standin near you\nNews of precision will prepare ya\nIn case you get scared, just ask the man in the mirror\nNow the picture's getten clearer all he does is hit you hard\nI tell you to leave, and you tell me keep my faith in God\nI don't understand, I just wanna bring ya home\nI wonder should I leave you alone and find a woman of my own\nAll the homies tell me that you don't deserve it\nI contemplate -- but in my heart I know you worth it\nTell me can you get away?\nEbony, can you get away?\nC'mon.. let's go.. can you get away?\nCan you get away?\n[girl]\nSo much pressure in the air\n[2Pac]\nI know, I know\n[girl]\nAnd I can't get away\n[2Pac]\nJust for a little while love\n[girl]\nI'm not happy here\n[2Pac]\nI know it's hard but, can you get away?\n[girl]\nSo much pressure in the air\n[2Pac]\nLet's go man, get up outta there\n.. can you get away?\n[girl]\nAnd I can't get away\n[2Pac]\nDo you love him?\n[girl]\nI'm not happy here\n[2Pac]\nDo you love that man?\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\nCould it be my destiny to be lonely?\nAnd checkin for these hoochies that be on me cause they phony\nBut you was different -- I got no need to be suspicious\nCause I can tell -- my life with you would be delicious\nThe way you lick your lips and shake your hips got me addicted\nI'm sittin here hoping that we can find some way to kick it\nEven though I got your digits gotta struggle to resist it\nSlowly advance and miss my chance not to miss it\nYou blow me kisses\nwhen he ain't lookin, now your heart's tooken\nMy only wish is that you change your mind and he get shook\nWanna take you there but you scared to follow, come see tomorrow\nHoping I can take you through the pain and sorrow\nLet you know I care -- that someone's there for your struggle \n\n\n\nDepend on me, when you have needs or there's trouble\nI wanna give you happiness and maybe even more\nI told you before, no time to waste we can hook up at the store\nCan you get away?\n[girl]\nSo much pressure in the air\n[2Pac]\nI know it is\n[girl]\nAnd I can't get away\n[2Pac]\nYeah you can\n[girl]\nI'm not happy here\n[2Pac]\nYou ain't happy huh ..can you get away?\n[girl]\nSo much pressure in the air\n[2Pac]\nI know.. is he beatin on you?\n[girl]\nAnd I can't get away\n[2Pac]\nDid he punch you?\n[girl]\nI'm not happy here\n[2Pac]\nThrowin you around the house?\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nI see you remiscin and I hope you listenin\nIn the position to pressure and offer competition\nMe and you -- was meant to be my destiny, no longer lonely\nCause now it's on for you and me, all I can see\nA happy home, that's my fantasy\nBut my reality is problems with your man and me\nWhat can I do? Don't wanna lose you to the s**er\nCause if he touch ya, I got some drama for that busta\nDon't wanna rush ya -- but make your mind up fast\nNobody knows -- on who controls will it last, before I ask\nI hope you see that I'm sincere, and even if you\nstay with him today I'm still here\nI refuse to give up -- cause I believe in what we share\nYou're livin in prison and what he's givin can't compare\nCause everything I feel for you I wanna let you know\nPa**ion it be yours and I'll never let you go\nTell me can you get away?\n[girl]\nSo much pressure in the air\n[2Pac]\nCan't get away.. why?\n[girl]\nAnd I can't get away\n[girl]\nI'm not happy here\n[2Pac]\nLet me take you away\nAll I really know, can you get away?\n[girl]\nSo much pressure in the air\n[2Pac]\nMan..\n[girl]\nAnd I can't get away\n[2Pac]\nCourse you can get away\n[girl]\nI'm not happy here\n[2Pac]\nIf you really wanted to get away\nyou could get away\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nYou ain't got to go through all this drama and this stress\nwith this old half a man, yaknowhatI'msayin?\nI ain't tryin to put you in a position\nwhere you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything\nyou need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you\nHe beatin on you and sh**; look how you look\nShe motherf**in wanna be with that n***a, yaknowhatI'msayin?\nShake that s**er to the left\nLet me show you what this life is really about\nYaknowhatI'msayin? You need to be on first cla**\nNeed to be goin to Hawaii, seein the world\nSeein what this world got to offer you\nNot goin to, yaknowhatI'msayin?\nThe emergency room, gettin stitches\ncause this n***a done got jealous\nDon't cry, it's all good\n[girl]\nCan you take me from here?\n[2Pac]\nShake that man, get away\n[girl]\nCan you take me from here?\nI'ahhhhhm unhappy here\nAnd I need you to show me love\nBecause it's so much pressure now\nAnd I neeeeed to get awayyyheyyyeahhh\n",
    "2pac - Can You See The Pride In The Panther lyrics": "Can you see the pride in the Panther\nAs he grows in splendor and grace\nToppling obstacles placed in the way,\nof the progression of his race.\nCan you see the pride in the Panther\nas she nurtures her young all alone \n\n\n\nThe seed must grow regardless\nof the fact that it is planted in stone.\nCan you see the pride in the Panther\nas they unify as one.\nThe flower blooms with brilliance,\nand outshines the rays of the sun.",
    "2pac - Can't Be Touched (Remix) lyrics": "In progress...",
    "2pac - Can't C Me lyrics": "[Intro: George Clinton]\nThe blind stares\nof a million pairs of eyes\nlookin' hard but won't realize\nthat they will never see\nthe P\n(You must be goin' blind)\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\ngive me my money in stacks\nand lace my b**hes with 9 figures\nreal n***as fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas\nMust see my enemies defeated\ni'm cashin'\nwhile they coughed up and weeded\nopen fire\nnow them n***as bleedin'\nsee me in flesh\nand test\nand get your chest blown\nstraight out tha west, don't get blown\nmy adversaries cry like ho's\nopen and shut like doors\nis you a friend or foe ?\nn***a you ain't know ?\nthey got me stressed out on d**h Row\ni've seen money\nbut baby I got to gets mo'\nyou scream and go\n'2Pac'\nand I ain't stopin'\ntill i'm well paid\nbails paid\nnow n***a, look what hell made\nvisions of cops and sirens\nn***as open fire\nbuncha Thug Life n***as on tha rise\nuntil I die\nask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high\nand when i'm rollin' by\nn***as Can't C Me\n[Chorus: George Clinton]\nThe stares of a million pairs of eyes\nand you'll never realize\nYou can't C Me..\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\nBeen getten worried that these square muthaf**ers with nerves\nsayin they can get with us\nbut picture me gettin' served\nMy own mama say i'm thuged out\nmy sh** be bumpin out tha record store\nas if it was a drug house\nmy lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood\nn***a what ?\nIt ain't nothin but a party when we thug\nand there I was\na young n***a with heart\nain't had sh** to loose\npullin' my pistol on them fools\nyou know the rules\nD-R-E you got me heated\nmy words like a penatentary dick\nhittin' b**hes where it's most needed\nmoney and weed\nAlazay and Hennesse\nTo my Thug n***as in lock down\nwitness me\nbail on these ho's in floss mode\ntha life of a Boss Playa\nf** what ya thought tho'\nmy enemies deceased\ndie like a b**h\nwhen my album hit tha streetz\nn***as Can't C Me\nn***as Can't C Me\n[Chorus: George Clinton]\nWhich way did he go George\nWhich way did he go\nWhich way did he go\nWhich way did he go\n[Verse Three: 2Pac] \n\n\n\nYou n***as made a mistake\nyou shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre\nthem Thug n***as have arrived and it's Judgement Day\nHey Homie if ya feel me\nTell them tricks that shot me\nthat they missed\nthey ain't k**ed me\nI can make a muthaf**er shake\nrattle and roll\ni'm full of liquor\nthug n***a\nquick to jab at them ho's\nand I can make ya jelous n***as famous\nf** around with 2Pac and see how good a n***as aim is\ni'm just a rich muthaf**er from tha way\nIf this rappin' bring me money\nthen i'm rappin' till i'm paid\ni'm getten green like i'm supposed to\nn***a, I holla at these ho's\nand see how many I can go through\nLook to the star\nand visualize my debut\nn***as know me, playa\nI gotta stay true\ndon't be a dumb muthaf**er\nbecause it's crazy after dark\nwhere the true Thug n***as see ya heart\nn***as Can't C Me....\n[Outro: 2Pac, George Clinton]\n(Yo, check this out, stay off his dick)\nn***as Can't C Me\n(Right before your eyes, i'll disappear from here) You n***as Can't C Me, hahah\n(You Can't C Me) I know it's hard n***a, i'm all up in your face\nBut you still Can't C Me\n(You Can't C Me) All up in your range, but n***as Can't C Me\n(20/20 vision won't visualize) I'm in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me\n(All tho' gla**es won't help you realize) You blinded\nYou blinded\nYou Can't C Me\n(You Can't C Me)\nThug Life baby\nDon't believe everything you read\nAlazay and weed (You Can't C Me)\n(Right before your very eyes, You won't even visualize)\n(You Can't C Me)\nDr. Dre all day, 2Pac\nn***as can't C Me, hahaha\nI dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthaf**ers hahaha\nthis ones for you big baby hahah\ncause you b**h a** n***as Can't C Me\nn***as Can't C Me\n(ooooww)\n(ooooww)\n(You Can't C Me)\n(See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil)\n(You won't C Me)\n(First C Me, Now ya don't)\n(Wanna C Me, but ya won't)\n(Come to C Me, but ya Can't)\n(ooohhh, You Can't C Me)\n(You Can't C Me)\n(Right between your eyes, you'll never realize)\n(Right before your eyes, you won't even realize)\n(Visualize what you Can't C)",
    "2pac - Can't Stop Me (Makavelian Souljah Force Remix) lyrics": "[Intro] (2Pac)\nYeah n***as, you can't f** with us\nTell 'em to come the f** on\nScared b**h motherf**as, Yeah\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nDave Duke sure look cute in that black suit Oooohhh\nBut even cuter behind the barrel of my six shooter Oh\nYou look worried cause I ain't burried\nPunks leave in a hurry cause I throw flurries making mothaf**as, scurry\nCome feel the flavor from my single\nAnd brain cell's tingle I'm feeling stronger than a f**in mad Dingo\nAnd uh How's that for black history?\nI stay strapped, and love to jack those that slang that crack misery Ha\nCause being a n***a means you love n***as\nBut how could you love n***as if you trying drug n***as?\nYou motherf**as need your caps peeled\nCause when blacks k** blacks we stay trapped and thats, real\nAnd we don't need no more statistic's\nIt's time to get more realistic for the young the black and the gifted\nAnd uh\nUntil my people get uplifted\nThere's no popping sh**, just popping clips instead of marching we gon' rip\nsh**\n[Chorus (2Pac)]\nSome say the Government will watch me\nBut they can't stop me\nI'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse\nAnd even if they pull their triggers\nThey can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true n***as\nSome say the Government will watch me\nBut they can't stop me\nI'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse\nAnd even if they pull their triggers\nThey can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true n***as\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nHow should I plead? Forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's\nRunnin' from enemies ever since the days of a seed\nI'm under pressure, the stress will have me drinkin'\nThinkin' n***as after me, much too paranoid to blink\nWonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's\nThey after a playa, but I won't let 'em capture me\nI gotta thank the Lord for the weed and the nicotine\nI can't sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked things\nI keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber\nPreoccupied with homicide, my life's in danger\nRollin' down the 405, beware of stangers\nHand on my 4-5; that's what the fame does\nI'm probably wrong, but I'll never know it till I'm gone\nFrom out the gutter where the jealous motherf**ers roam\nPa** the weed let that Hennessey get to me \n\n\n\nBefore the penitentiary, let's get it on!\n[Chorus (2Pac)]\nSome say the Government will watch me\nBut they can't stop me\nI'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse\nAnd even if they pull their triggers\nThey can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true n***as\nSome say the Government will watch me\nBut they can't stop me\nI'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse\nAnd even if they pull their triggers\nThey can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true n***as\n[Bridge (2pac)]\nf** them skinhead a** n***as\nf** the police, and the clan, here's what we do to the motherf**in' Clan, Let's move\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nThey got me mobbin like I'm Loc'ed\nAnd ready to get my slug on\nI load my clip and slip my motherf**in' gloves on\nI ain't scared to blast on these s**as if they test me\nTrust, I got my Glock co*ked playa if they press me\nBust on motherf**ers with a - paaa**ion\nBetter duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - b-blaaastin\nI'm a nut and drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high\nOn the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die\nTell me why? 'Cause this stress is gettin' major\nA buck-fifty across the face with my razor\nWhat can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone\nKeep my brain on the game and stay head strong\nThese sorry ba*tards want to k** me in my sleep\nBut will they can I see\nAnd everyday it just a struggle\nSteady thuggin' in the streets\nAnd I'll be ballin' loc\nDon't let 'em make you worry\nKeep swingin' at these s**as till you buried\nI was born to raise hell, a n***a from the gutta\nWord to Mutha I'm touched\nI'm kickin dust up\nReady to bust\nI'm on the scene steady muggin' mean\nUntil they k** me\nI'll be livin this life\nI know you feel me\nThere's so much pain\n[Chorus (2Pac)]\nSome say the Government will watch me\nBut they can't stop me\nI'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse\nAnd even if they pull their triggers\nThey can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true n***as\nSome say the Government will watch me\nBut they can't stop me\nI'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse\nAnd even if they pull their triggers\nThey can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true n***as",
    "2pac - Can't Tell Why lyrics": "AH, OH, AH, OH\nAH, OH, AH, OHHH...\n[2pac]\nThere's A Smaller Vision\nThat I Recommend\nIts My Discussion (About Fooling Myself)\nWhy Isn't Easy To Let Go (Over What?) \n\n\n\nMy Mind And Given (Wrong Session Time)\n[Chrous]\nIs To Feel That I Wanna Know\nCan It Be The Same\nI Will Know How To Fix It",
    "2pac - Can't Turn Back lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nIt seems I can't turn back, I'm walkin' round strapped\nCan't sleep, my enemies want me gat\nCall my mama and they scream drama (k** you b**h!)\nCould it be they don't know that they f**in' wit a G? (Rat-a-tat)\nI'm goin' to sleep but wit my eyes open\nI'm gettin' high and I pray that when I go, I can die smokin'\nGo to the funeral, My homie's dead, he pa**ed away\nGot caught up in the wrong place, got blasted hey\nIt's just anotha part of bein' black\nIt ain't no thang, but if you slang, then you better watch yo back\nCause these motherf**ers love to see you gone\nYou gotta stay strong, young brother, cause it's on\nAnd i'll be slangin' these thangs till the break of dawn\nGotta make my ends, then it's time to take it home\nI got some hoochies on my pager\nIt's major, Let me play her like a game of f**in' SEGA\n(Beep Beep) It's time to wake up, 2 in the mornin'\nYou gotta leave, gots to sleep by myself, Cause I'm a G\nIt's time to say goodbye, I gots to get my strap\nI was raised in the gutter now I can't turn back, haha\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\nIt seems I can't turn back (can't turn back)\nThey want me to change\nAnd now I can't turn back (I know y'all looking at me crazy but uh)\nIt seems I can't turn back\nThey want me to change\nBut now, I can't turn back\n[Verse 2: Young AKayser (of Blackjack)]\nI got 30 homies dirty mackin', jealous cause I'm stackin'\nI stay tackin', packin' heat in case these n***as get to actin'\nToo sheisty, shorty y'all get foggy and wanna leak\nOr get restless tryna test this, get they a** put to sleep (pow)\nI'm playin' for keeps, and if a life ain't no turnin' back\nI'mma keep hustlin' as long as dope fiends keep burnin' crack\nNo love for these b**hes cause when you down and out, they backs turn\nNow dig em and ditch em, be about my riches, sip my liquor, And let my sack burn \n\n\n\nCan't let these funky co*k hoes destroy me\nOnly quality time I'm spending is on these blocks that employ me\nThese punk-a** cops annoy me, playa hatin' on my cash got\nMe bailin' through them gusto throwin' my sack and strappin' the stash box\nTryin' to crash my spot, tryin' to stop a n***a from earnin' stacks\nTo hustle's all I know so it ain't really no turnin' back\n[Chorus : 2Pac]\nI can't turn back\nThey sayin' I'm crazy\nI can't turn back\nI won't quit\nI can't turn back\nThey want me to stop\nBut yo, I can't turn back\n[Verse 3: Spice 1]\nComin' up off a clip, So n***a don't trip, It's the S-P-I\nWhen I step onto ya sh**, n***a, Ya quick to die\nSo take this slug to ya chest cause then I'm turnin' back\nReason the ghetto smoke a motherf**er slangin' crack\nI put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up\nHe was the key to me gettin' my spizzot sowed up\nSo now I'm runnin' like a motherf**in' fugitive\nAnd all I carry is memories of how I used to live\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nEvery time I wake up, I hit the floor and thank the lord\nI don't know what I'm livin' for, I'm runnin' out the back door\nAin't nothin' nice in my life, I ask my n***a Spice\n(What's up, n***a) Don't wanna die, am I livin' right?\nI hit the corner smokin' weed and drinkin' hennessy\nWill I be sober enough to see my enemies?\nAnd if I do, will I empty my clip or will I trip?\nCause I ain't givin' up for sh**, I can't turn back\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\nI can't turn back\nThey want me to quit\nBut yo, I can't turn back\nThey sayin' I'm crazy\nI can't turn back\nThey want me to quit\nBut yo, I can't turn back\nI can't turn back\nThey want me to quit\nBut yo, I can't turn back\nI'm still thuggin'\nI can't turn back\nThey want me to quit\nBut yo, I can't turn back",
    "2pac - Careless whisper lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nTurn it up loud\nHahaha, ahahaha, hey man\nYou a little s**er for love, right?\nWord up, hahahahaha\n[Verse 1: 2pac]\nI shoulda seen\nYou was trouble right from the starrrrt, taught me so many lessons\nHow not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions\nWhen this began we was the perfect match, perhaps\nWe had some problems but we workin at it, and now\nThe arguments are gettin loud, I wanna say\nBut I can't help from walkin out just a little way\nJust take my hand and understand, if you could see\nI never planned to be a man it just wasn't me\nBut now I'm searchin for commitment, in other arms\nI wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed\nYour attitude was the cause, you got me stressin\nSoon as I open up the door with your jealous questions\nLike where can I be you're k**in me with your jealousy\nNow my ambition's to be free\nI can't breathe, cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap\nI hear you callin me to come back, I'm a s**a for love\n[Hook: girl singing with 2pac]\nI'm never gonna dance again, hahahaha thats right\nGuilty feet have got no rhythm s**a for love\nThough it's easy to pretend\nI know you're not a fool, a s**a for love\nShould've known better than to cheat a friend\nAnd waste the chance that I've been given, a s**a for love\nSo I'm never gonna dance again\nThe way I danced with you\nJust when I thought I broke away and I'm fellin happy\nYou try to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy\nDon't wanna fall for it, but in this case what could I do? So now I'm back\nTo makin promises to you, tryin to keep it true\nWhat if I'm wrong, a trick to keep me on and on\nTryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin\nI'm bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin close \n\n\n\nTo packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost\nTell me who knows, a peaceful place where I can go\nTo clear my head I'm feelin low, losin control\nMy heart is sayin leave, oh what a tangle web we weave\nWhen we conspire to conceive, and now\nYou gettin calls at the house, guess you cheatin\nThat's all I need to hear cause I'm leavin, I'm out the do'\nNever no more will you see me, this is the end\nCause now I know you've been cheatin, I'm a s**a for love\nI'm never gonna dance again, hahahaha thats right\nGuilty feet have got no rhythm, s**a for love\nThough it's easy to pretend\nI know you're not a fool, a s**a for love\nShould've known better than to cheat a friend\nAnd waste the chance that I've been given, a s**a for love\nSo I'm never gonna dance again\nThe way I danced with you\n[Verse 2: 2pac]Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay\nAs you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away\nIt wasn't always a hit and run relationship\nIt use to be love, happieness and companionship\nRemember when I treated you good\nI moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood\nMe and you a happy home, when it was on\nI had a love to call my own\nI shoulda seen you was trouble but I was lost, trapped in your eyes\nPreoccupied with gettin tossed, no need to lie\nYou had a man and I knew it, you told me\nDon't worry bout it we can do it now I'm under pressure\nMake a decision cause I'm waitin, when I'm alone\nI'm on the phone havin secret conversations, huh\nI wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness\nBut I need your faith in me, I'm a s**a for love\nHahahha thats right s**a for love\nA s**a for love, a s**a for love\n[Hook]",
    "2pac - Carmencita of the Bronx! (Dedicated to Carmen) lyrics": "u saw innocence at its best\nI wanted u more than I wanted me\nI remember my last thought at night was of u\nand my first thought in the morning was of u\nIt has been a long time since I've actually\nsat and adored u but every once in awhile \n\n\n\nyour beautiful smile guides me through a day\nI hear u R with another and u R expecting\nI wish u good luck he is lucky 2 be able\n2 wake up 2 u each morning\nc u in heaven!",
    "2pac - Case Of The Misplaced Mic lyrics": "They finally did it (what's that?) they stole the mic i grip\nNow that it's gone (what's wrong?) i'm feelin' tired and sick\n(how did they do it?) i don't know i wasn't sleepin' that long\nWhen i woke up (what happened brother?)\nMy microphone was gone\nAt first i panicked (how?) i put the cops on the case\nBut they were stuck (damm?) without a clue or a trace\nSo sure as smokin' cigarettes is bad for your health\nIf i want my microphone back i'll find it myself\nSo i picked up the phone (for what?)\nI called dizzy\nDizzy: what's up?\nMy mic is gone\nDizzy: word?\nLet's get busy\nBefore i could tell dizzy what i wanted to do\nHe was over at my house with the tms crew\nHe said\nDizzy: word is out in every mouth\nIn the street now that your mic is gone\nIt's not long yill your beatand then it hit me (damm)\nI got a battle at six\nWithout my microphone i'm guaranteed to get whipped\nU might think it's unbelivable but word to the strenght\n\n\n\nWhen it comes to rockin' rhymes i'm a musical nymph\nThey gave me other mics but yo it wasn't no use\nI tried to rock one two one two\nBut i couldn't get loose i said forget it\nMy microphone or not i gotta do it\nGive it all that i go (what if u loose?) it be the first time i lost\nBut if i beat\nI grabbed my leather jacket walked through the streets\ns**ers was hopin' and preyin strictly dope would get beat\nI begin to get hyped i was ready to fight\nYo i was confident that i'd win\nTo hell with the mic\nI hopped up to the stage dizzy started the beat\ns**ers shivered cause he tasted defeat\nThen i signaled to dizzy bust a rhyme off my head\nPerpetrator fell back (huh?) and then he was dead\nI was happy as hell cause i was lucky that nite\nPut my hand in my pocket and there was my mic\nThe case of the misplaced mic\nStrictly dope in the house\n",
    "2pac - Catchin Feelins lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nAhahha all my homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down (never)\nAhahah yeah!, my homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nUh, yeah!, my homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nWestside, westside\nPart two of the war\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nCross this n***a here, now Biggie tell me who do you fear?\nAin't a livin' soul breathin' shall pump no fear here\nMy last foe flashed then I mashed his a**\nba*tard, f** with me, bet I blast your a**\nSo many follow but can't reach me, caught in the maze\nCatch them, mimickin' my style tryin' to walk this way\nImpossible my posse droppin' you, we d**h Row riders\nNo need to beg, motherf**er, ain't no mercy inside us\nFeelin' blessed, the richer I get, the more I stress\nSmokin' lye watchin' time fly, waitin' for d**h\nDear God I been feelin' like I'm close to Jesus\nParanoid with my pistols close, smokin' trees\nKeep my eyes on my foes, those close to me\nWatchin' n***as catch strays, shake, choke and bleed\nMe, a mercenary for the streets, check my pedigree\nBustin' motherf**ers it's the thug in me\nNow n***as talk a lotta Bad Boy sh**, then get to squealin'\nb**h made catchin' feelins\n[Hook]\nOutlaw n***as, are you ready to clown?\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreamin' bye bye b**hes, untouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatchin' feelins\nOutlaw n***as, are you ready to clown?\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreamin' bye bye b**hes, untouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatchin' feelins\nYeah, Napolean!\n[Verse 2: Napoleon]\nPicture me sippin' on 1-5-1\nDrunk than a motherf**er droppin' my gun\nOr high as a kite hittin' hoes for fun\nBut that ain't me, dog, my mind's now clear\nAnd that ain't fair, dog, your heart pump fear\nIn the state I, shoot you better hide n***a, chute is near\nAnd you know just as well I do\nYou ain't no k**er, so k** that, you wouldn't k** if you had to\nWe might wobble, but we don't fall down\nWe take the gospel from Makaveli, pa** it around\nHolla \"let's hit\", we gon' taste the power\nWe started the thug trend, the game is ours\nNow we coast together, put our thoughts together\nWon't question when we die together\nCause the hour soon to come\nKadafi trained soldier, I show you how to use your gun\nBring it\n[Hook]\nOutlaw n***as, are you ready to clown?\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreamin' bye bye b**hes, untouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatchin' feelins\nOutlaw n***as, are you ready to clown?\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down \n\n\n\nScreamin' bye bye b**hes, untouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatchin' feelins\n[Verse 3: EDI-Mean]\nWe yellin' \"M-A-D-E N-I-double G-As\nMotherf**as, and we here to stay\nFrom curb surfin', we workin' the industry, you kiddin' me\nIt's really nothing to me and my king, you see\nWe in the big things, eat a dick man, if you're hatin'\nWe're gonna ride 'til the wheels fall off, pay attention\nScreamin' \"Bye bye b**hes, untouchable sound\"\nRide or die n***as, and we huntin' you down\nRepresentin' all the real n***as stuck in the trap\nBangin' out with the po-po, tryin' to get to some more\nStreet life, young strugglers racin' the clock\nAin't no tellin' when it all can end, roll a rock\nThat's the world with feelings, this a man's world youngin\nThe b**hes in business, so learn a little something\nHey, stop runnin' your mouth, you're on the verge of squealin'\nb**h made catchin' feelins\n[Hook]\nOutlaw n***as, are you ready to clown?\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreamin' bye bye b**hes, untouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatchin' feelins\nOutlaw n***as, are you ready to clown?\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreamin' bye bye b**hes, untouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatchin' feelins\n[Verse 4: Yaki Kadafi]\nEverybody's a gangsta, but don't put in work\nInstead of puttin' on the armor, n***as put on skirts\nThese d** ain't helpin', it only makin' it worse\nAnd the streets ain't got nothing for me but a hearse\nI can't trust the church or the mobs, I can only trust God\nAnd to tell you the truth I gotta ride\nI only roll with the real\nCause rollin' with the fake got my loved ones k**ed\n[Hook]\nOutlaw n***as, are you ready to clown?\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreamin' bye bye b**hes, untouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatchin' feelins\nOutlaw n***as, are you ready to clown?\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreamin' bye bye b**hes, untouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatchin' feelins\nOutlaw n***as, are you ready to clown?\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreamin' bye bye b**hes, untouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatchin' feelins\nOutlaw n***as, are you ready to clown?\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreamin' bye bye b**hes, untouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatchin' feelins",
    "2pac - Catching Feelins lyrics": "Hahaha\nOh yeah\nMy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never)\nHahaha\nYeah\nHuh\nMy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down\nUgh\nYeah\nMy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey)\n(Westside, westside)\nPart two of the war\nBring it, lets do it\nHuhuhuh\n[Verse 1: Tupac]\nCross this n***a here\nNow Biggie tell me who do you fear?\nAin't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here\nMy last four flashed then I mashed his a**\nba*tard\nf** with me bet I blast your a**\nSo many follow but can't reach me\nCaught in a maze\nCatch em\nMimicking my style trying to walk this way\nImpossible my posse dropping you\nWe d**h Row riders\nNo need to beg motherf**er ain't no mercy inside us\nFeeling blessed\nThe richer I get the more I stress\nSmoking lye watching time fly, waiting for d**h\nDear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus\nParanoid with my pistols close, smoking trees\nKeep my eyes on my foes, those close to me\nWatching n***as catch strays, shake, choke and bleed\nMe\nA mercenary for the streets\nCheck my pedigree\nBusting motherf**ers it's the thug in me\nNow n***as talk a lotta Bad Boy sh**\nThen get to squealing\nb**h made catching feeling\nHahaha\n[Chorus X2]\nOutlaw n***as are you ready to clown\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreaming bye bye b**hes\nUntouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatching Feelings\n[Verse 2: Napolean]\nYeah, Napolean..\nPicture me sipping on 1-5-1\nDrunk then a motherf**er\nDropping my gun\nOr as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun\nBut that ain't me\nDog my minds now clear\nAnd that ain't fair dog\nYour heart pump fear\nIn the state I *censored*\nYou better hide n***a *censored* is near\nAnd you know just as well I do\nYou ain't no k**er\nSo k** that\nYou wouldn't k** if you had to\nWe might wobble but we don't fall down\nWe take the gospel from Makaveli\nPa** it around\nAhhhh, sh**\nWe gonna taste the power\nWe started the thug trend\nThe game is ours\nNow we coast together\nPut our thoughts together \n\n\n\nWon't question will we die together\nCause the hour is soon to come\nKadafi trained soldier\nI show you how to use your gun\nBring it\n[Chorus x2]\nOutlaw n***as are you ready to clown\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreaming bye bye b**hes\nUntouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatching Feelings\n[Verse 3]\nWe Yelling\nM - A - D - E\nN - I - Double G\nA\nMotherf**ers\nAnd we here to stay\nFrom curb surfing\nWe working the industry\nYou kidding me\nIt's really nothing to me and my king\nYou see\nWe in the big things\nEat a dick man\nIf your hating\nWe gone ride\n'Till the wheels fall off\nPay attention\nScreaming\nBye bye b**hes\nUntouchable sound (ugh)\nRide or die n***as\nAnd we hunting you down\nRepresenting all the real n***as stuck in the trap\nBanging out with the po po\nTrying to get to some mo'\nStreet life\nYoung strugglers\nRacing the clock\nAin't no telling when it all can end\nRoll or rock\nThat's the world\nWith feelings\nThis a mans world youngin'\nThe b**hes in business\nSo learn a 'lil something\nHey\nStop running your mouth\nYou're on the verge of squealing\nb**h made catching feelings\nn***a\nUgh\n[Chorus x2]\nOutlaw n***as are you ready to clown\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreaming bye bye b**hes\nUntouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatching Feelings\n[Verse 4]\nEverybody's a gangsta\nBut don't put in work\nInstead of putting on the armor\nn***as put on a skirt\nThese d** ain't helping\nIt only making it worse\nAnd the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs\nI can't trust the church or the mobs\nI can only trust God\nAnd to tell you the truth I gotta ride\nI only roll with the real\nCause rolling with the fake got my loved ones k**ed\n[Chorus x3]\nOutlaw n***as are you ready to clown\nMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down\nScreaming bye bye b**hes\nUntouchable sound\nn***as hide like hoes when we hit your town\nCatching Feelings\n",
    "2pac - Cause I had to lyrics": "[2Pac & Govenor]\nG: Why'd you slang crack\nP: I had to\nG: Why'd you pack the straps\nP: Cause I had to)\nG: Why'd you jack the scratch\nP: Cause I had to\nG: Say what, say what\nP: A n***a got to pay the f**in' rent\nPac\nYou certified crazy\n[2Pac]\nI got to work with what you gave me\nClaiming' I'm a criminal and you the one that made me\nThey got me trapped in this slavery\nNow I'm lost in this Holocaust headed for my grave G\nI told Sam he could f** the war\nAnd got a busted jaw for sayin' f** the law\nAnd if you wonder why I'm mad check the record\nWhat's a n***a got to do to get respected?\nSometimes I think I'm gettin' tested\nAnd if I don't say yes a n***a's quick to get arrested\nThat's the reason I stay zested\nI keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin' restless\nWalk around ready to light sh** up\nAnd since my life is f**ed, some say I'm slightly nuts\nBuck, buck is the sound as I move up\nOther n***as pay attention when I'm fool, bust\nThey make a n***a be a k**er I used to be a dealer\nBut they wanted to see who's realer\nNow them same mothaf**as wanna murder me\nAnd I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me (uh)\nI need loot so I'm doin' what I do\nAnd don't say sh** until you've walked in my shoes\nThere was no other destiny to choose\nI had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' n***a blues\n[Hook: 2Pac & Govenor]\nCan't you see, we're raised to all be thugs\nMake's us do the things we do\nGot to let a Outlaw make moves\n(A n***a got to pay the f**in' rent)\nWhy did you slang crack (Cause I had to)\nWhy did you pack straps (Cause I had to)\nWhy did you jack the scratch (Cause I had to)\nA n***a got to pay the f**in' rent \n\n\n\n[2Pac]\nPoppa need brand new shoes\nBut what the f** can a n***a do\nMy little boy got to eat too\nSo why must I sock-a-fella\nJust to live large like Rockefeller?\nAnd did you ever stop to think\nI'm old enough to go to war\nBut I ain't old enough to drink\nCops want to hit me with the book\nAnd you're hooked on my eye don't give a f** look\nMake your rules I'm a break 'em\nNo matter how much you make 'em\nYou show me bacon I'mma take 'em\nSo don't you ever tempt me\nI'm a fool for mine n***a and my pockets stay empty\nTo my brothers In the barrio\nYou livin' worse than the n***as In the ghetto so\nI give a f** about your language or complexion\nYou got love from the n***as in my section\nGot love, you got problems with the punk police\nDon't run from the chumps get the pump from me\nWe ain't free I'll be damned if I played a trick\nFor a blonde hair blue-eyed Caucasian b**h (b**h!)\nDown with my homeboy Rich\nf** a snitch and a groupie a** b**h\nAnd the n***a with a cellular phone\nLeave his baby at home so he can go out and bone (That ain't right)\nAnd you wonder why we blazin' n***as\nCause you punks havin' babies can't raise the n***as (What's up kid)\nAnd they bound to be f**ups too\nDrinkin' forties of brew singin' n***a blues\n(Hey Pac, say what?)\n[Hook: 2Pac & Govenor]\nWhy did you slang crack (Cause I had to)\nWhy did you pack straps (Cause I had to)\nWhy did you jack the scratch (Cause I had to)\nCome on, Come on Now I'm headin' for the mothaf**in' penn\n[2Xs]\n[Outro: 2Pac & Govenor] 4x\nCan't you see we're raised to all be thugs\nMakes us do the things we do you got to let a Outlaw\nMake moves and get a grip\nThat's to you",
    "2pac - Changed Man lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nsh**, I'm a changed man\nAy, turn the lights out\nBig baller 2Pac up in this b**h\nY'know how we swing this sh**, look\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nBy age sixteen I sold to dope fiends\nNot yet a drug dealer, but I watched 'em closely\nUntil they noticed me\nI got the feds wonderin' who broke the law\nFar too inhibited for gun smoke, I broke his jaw\nWords harder than a f**in' diamond\nMobile phone call to Simon\nn***as trippin' homey, when we ridin'?\nf** them slowly like Jodeci\nAnd stick a needle in my eye if I don't live and die for M.O.B\nAnd f** your homeboys n***a we can drop the guns\nI hit your block and we can box for fun\nn***a one on one, last to fall is a ballin' cat\nIt's d**h Row, why the f** you think we call it that?\nSo if you knew me in my past life\nDon't act like we homeboys, ain't no love in the fast life\nI switch gears on them jealous b**hes, who do you fear?\nThe gameplan of a changed man, so what I'm sayin' is\n[Hook: Johnta Austin & 2Pac]\nI changed plans but I'm still the same old rider\nf**in' with a changed man\nI slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it\nn***a you f**in' with a changed man\nAll my real thug n***as, go and get your hands up\nYou go and drink the Henn' up\n(You f**in' with a changed man)\nA changed man, you're dealin' with a changed man\n[Verse 2: T.I.]\nIn drop top, the Glock co*ked\nGot rocks in my socks Cops\nSpot Watt n***as but hardly stop n***as\nNot if they got n***as, doughboys and hot n***as\nWho mighta shot n***as but only by skrilla\nI'm for respect nowadays they expect me\nTo be in a Ferrari or the old SL\nOr anything you see flashin past and can't catch\nDat's me, gauge on the Escalate back seat - don't creep\nOh what you think, T.I.P and them sweet? (Don't sleep)\nGet you hit from your head to your feet (And you don't know me)\nI'm fin' ta introduce you to the old me\nYou walk in, exploded and leave reload\nYou don't like a rugged n***a, f** you, blow me\nBut you will respect me or get it in your neckpiece G\nNo three n***as here are gonna let me be\nOr get you inside there's codes to the streets n***a\n[Hook: Johnta Austin & 2Pac]\nI changed plans but I'm still the same old rider\nYou f**in' with a changed man\nI slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it\nn***a you f**in' with a changed man \n\n\n\nAll my real thug n***as, go and get your hands up\nYou go and drink the Henn' up\n(You f**in' with a changed man)\nA changed man, you're dealin' with a changed man\nYou f**in' with a changed man\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nA n***a so cold when I flow, bow down to d**h Row\nThree wheel motion, comin' through coastin'\nWho's that n***a in the G-ride\nScreamin' out M.O.B.! n***a we ride\nI hit the charts like a stick-up kid\nNumber 1 in the nation\nI f**ed the world, the Judge gave me probation\nFaced with incarceration\nMove tapes like it's big weight, slangin' to the whole nation\nGIMME MINE, or I'm blastin' on every song\nMurder my enemies, I'm mashin' until I'm gone\nOne love to my thug n***as\nAnd f** a b**h, cause a true sister love n***as\nThrow yo' hands in the air, close your eyes and hope\nNever come against the ma** of smoke, on d**h Row\nMy adversaries BLEED\nBut f** 'em all 'til the talk cease\nf**in' with a changed man\n[Hook: Johnta Austin & 2Pac]\nI changed plans but I'm still the same old rider\nYou f**in' with a changed man\nI slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it\nn***a you f**in' with a changed man\nAll my real thug n***as, go and get your hands up\nYou go and drink the Henn' up\nYou f**in' with a changed man\nA changed man, you're dealin' with a changed man\nn***a you f**in' with a changed man\n[Overlapped hook]\nI changed plans but I'm still the same old rider\nYou f**in' with a changed man\nI slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it\nn***a you f**in' with a changed man\nAll my real thug n***as, go and get your hands up\nYou go and drink the Henn' up\nYou f**in' with a changed man\nA changed man, you're dealin' with a changed man\nYou f**in' with a changed man\n[Collision: 2Pac]\nE'rybody think they understand me\nsh**, you n***as don't know me\nY'all know that n***a on the rap song\nY'all know that n***a in the movies\nYou don't know this n***a in 3-D\nReal live right up against you in front of yo' face\nsh**..\nWestside, Outlaw Immortalz, hehehe\nn***a, you f**in' with a changed man\nHahaha, you f**in' with a changed man\nHahaha, I ain't the same, you f**in' with a changed man\nWe ain't the same, you f**in' with a changed man\nWe ain't the same, f**in' with a changed man\nChanged man",
    "2pac - Changed Man (OG) lyrics": "[2Pac talking]\nsh**, I'm a changed man\nAy, turn the lights out\nMe and Big motherf**ing Syke\nBig baller 2Pac up in this b**h\nY'know how we swing this sh**, look\n(n***as f**ing with a changed man)\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nBy age sixteen I sold to dope fiends\nNot yet a drug dealer, but I watched 'em closely\nUntil they noticed me I got the feds wonderin' who broke the law\nFar too inhibited for gun smoke, I broke his jaw\nWords harder than a f**in' diamond\nMobile phone call to Simon, n***as trippin' homey, when we ridin'?\nf** them slowly like Jodeci\nAnd stick a needle in my eye if I don't live and die for M.O.B\nAnd f** your homeboys n***a we can drop the guns\nI hit your block and we can box for fun\nn***a one on one, last to fall is a balling cat\nIt's d**h Row, why the f** you think we call it that?\nSo if you knew me in my past life\nDon't act like we homeboys, ain't no love in the fast life\nI switch gears on them jealous b**hes, who do you fear?\nThe game plan of a changed man, so what I'm sayin' is\n[Hook: Nate Dogg]\nNow you can ride with me, live and die with me (f**in' wit changed man)\nBut no one understands, the ways of a changed man (n***a you f**in' Changed man)\nNow you can ride with me, live and die with me (f**in' wit changed man)\nBut no one understands, the ways of a changed man (n***a you f**in' Changed man)\n[Verse 2: Big Syke]\nMillion dollar plots\nBirds and flocks is how I wanna live\nIt's hard to change after living so negative\nWhat I give back is Mac's and packs and facts\nAnd ever lasting game watch your back and stacks\nYoung macks stay the loc'est and keep the focus\nDon't get ground to bow down n***a soak this, game\nFrom a criminal element stay wide open\nBud smoking n***a trip, get to gat smoking\nBut keep hoping and praying, laying the foundation\nWatch thieves, fake G's and perpetration\nImitation is lethal, stay true to the one's you love\nPut slug's in these wanna be thugs\nIn these d**, bud and alcohol\nYou make emergency call, to a down fall\nAfter all they got Pen's for us, and our future kids\nAll the things I did, where's my cig's? \n\n\n\n[Hook: Nate Dogg]\nNow you can ride with me, live and die with me (f**in' wit changed man)\nBut no one understands, the ways of a changed man (n***a you f**in' Changed man)\nNow you can ride with me, live and die with me (f**in' wit changed man)\nBut no one understands, the ways of a changed man (n***a you f**in' Changed man)\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nA n***a so cold when I flow, bow down to d**h Row\nThree wheel motion, comin' through coastin'\nWho's that n***a in the G-ride screamin' out\nM.O.B.! n***a we ride\nI hit the charts like a stick-up kid\n#1 in the nation\nI f**ed the world, the Judge gave me probation\nFaced with incarceration\nMove tapes like it's big weight, slangin' to the whole nation\nGIMME MINE, or I'm blastin' on every song\nMurder my enemies, I'm mashin' until I'm gone\nOne love to my thug n***as\nAnd f** a b**h, cause a true sister love n***as\nThrow yo' hands in the air, close your eyes and hope\nNever come against the ma** of smoke, on d**h Row\nMy adversaries BLEED\nBut f** 'em all 'til the talk cease, f**in' with a changed man\n[Hook: Nate Dogg]\nNow you can ride with me, live and die with me (f**in' wit changed man)\nBut no one understands, the ways of a changed man (n***a you f**in' Changed man)\nNow you can ride with me, live and die with me (f**in' wit changed man)\nBut no one understands, the ways of a changed man (n***a you f**in' Changed man)\n[2Pac talking over Hook]\nEverybody think they understand me\nsh**, you n***as don't know me\nY'all know that n***a on the rap song\nY'all know that n***a in the movies\nYou don't know this n***a in 3-D\nReal live right up against you in front of yo' face\nsh**, n***a you f**in' with a changed man\nThis f**in' sh** on d**hrow\nWestside, Outlaw Immortalz, hehehe\nn***a you f**in with a changed man\nHahaha..Nate Dogg up in this b*atch you know that n***a ain't no muthaf**in joke\nYou know what time it is\nHahaha.. I ain't the same, you f**in' with a changed man\nWe ain't the same, you f**in' with a changed man\nKurupt in this b*atch\nBad azz and Snoop dog\nAiite",
    "2pac - Changes lyrics": "Come on come on\nI see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself\nIs life worth living should I blast myself?\nI'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black\nMy stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch\nCops give a damn about a negro\nPull the trigger k** a n***a he's a hero\nGive the crack to the kids who the hell cares\nOne less hungry mouth on the welfare\nFirst ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothers\nGive 'em guns step back watch 'em k** each other\nIt's time to fight back that's what Huey said\nTwo shots in the dark now Huey's dead\nI got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere\nUnless we share with each other\nWe gotta start makin' changes\nLearn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers\nAnd that's how it's supposed to be\nHow can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?\nI'd love to go back to when we played as kids\nBut things changed, and that's the way it is\nThat's just the way it is\nThings will never be the same\nThat's just the way it is\nAww yeah\nThat's just the way it is\nThings will never be the same\nThat's just the way it is\nAww yeah\nI see no changes all I see is racist faces\nMisplaced hate makes disgrace to races\nWe under I wonder what it takes to make this\nOne better place, let's erase the wasted\nTake the evil out the people they'll be acting right\n'Cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight\nAnd only time we chill is when we k** each other\nIt takes sk** to be real, time to heal each other\nAnd although it seems heaven sent\nWe ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh\nIt ain't a secret don't conceal the fact\nThe penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks\nBut some things will never change\nTry to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game\nNow tell me what's a mother to do \n\n\n\nBein' real don't appeal to the brother in you\nYou gotta operate the easy way\n\"I made a G today\" But you made it in a sleazy way\nSellin' crack to the kid. \" I gotta get paid,\"\nWell hey, well that's the way it is\nThat's just the way it is\nThings will never be the same\nThat's just the way it is\nAww yeah\nThat's just the way it is\nThings will never be the same\nThat's just the way it is\nAww yeah\nWe gotta make a change\nIt's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.\nLet's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live\nAnd let's change the way we treat each other.\nYou see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do\nWhat we gotta do, to survive.\nAnd still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace\nIt's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East\nInstead of war on poverty they got a war on d**\nSo the police can bother me\nAnd I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do\nBut now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you\nDon't let 'em jack you up, back you up,\nCrack you up and pimp smack you up\nYou gotta learn to hold ya own\nThey get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone\nBut tell the cops they can't touch this\nI don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this\nThat's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool\nMy mama didn't raise no fool\nAnd as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped\nAnd I never get to lay back\n'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs\nSome buck that I roughed up way back\nComin' back after all these years\nRat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh\nThat's just the way it is\nThings will never be the same\nThat's just the way it is\nAww yeah\nThat's just the way it is\nThings will never be the same\nThat's just the way it is\nAww yeah\nSome things will never change",
    "2pac - Changes (arabic version) lyrics": "[Wald TriG]\n\u0627\u0644\u064a\u0627\u0645\u0627\u062a \u0632\u064a \u0628\u0639\u0636\u0627\u0647\u0627 \u0628\u0635\u062d \u062a\u0639\u062f\u064a\n\u0644\u064a \u0648\u0627\u0644\u0627 \u0648 \u0647\u0645\u0648 \u0643\u0644\u0646\u0627 perdue\n\u0641\u0627\u0644\u0643\u0627\u0631\u0637\u064a \u062a\u0634\u0648\u0641 \u0644\u0648\u0644\u0627\u062f \u0645\u062f\u064a\u0642\u0648\u062a\u064a\u0629\n\u0627\u0644\u0632\u0647\u0631 \u0643\u064a\u0645\u0627 \u0645\u0627\u062c\u0627\u0634 \u0631\u0627\u062d \u064a\u062c\u064a\u0628 \u0627\u0644\u0643\u0645\u064a\u0629\n\u0627\u0644\u062f\u0646\u064a\u0627 \u0639\u0645\u064a\u0627\u0627 \u0645\u0627\u0639\u0637\u0627\u062a\u0646\u0627\u0634 \u0642\u0633\u0645\n\u0644\u0642\u0633\u0645 \u0639\u0627\u0644\u062e\u0627\u0644\u0642 \u0645\u0634 \u0644\u064a \u0630\u0628\u062d\u0643 \u0628\u0633\u0645\n\u0623\u0645\u0634\u064a \u0635\u0627\u0641\u064a \u0648 \u0627\u062d\u0643\u0645 \u0641\u064a \u0627\u0644\u0645\u0648\u0644\u0649\n\u062f\u064a\u0631 \u0643\u064a\u0641\u064a \u0627\u062a\u0628\u0639\u0647\u0645 \u062a\u062a\u0643\u0648\u0644\u0627\n\u0639\u062f\u064a\u0643 \u0647\u0632 \u0627\u0644\u0633\u0644\u0627\u062d combat \u0644\u062d\u064a\u0627\u0629\n\u0648\u064a\u0646 \u064a\u062f\u064a\u0648\u0643 \u062a\u062a\u0644\u0627\u062d cavier \u0645\u0627\u062a\u0643\u0648\u0646\u0634\n\u0627\u0644\u0645\u0644\u062d \u0635\u0639\u064a\u0628 \u0628\u0632\u0627\u0641 \u0644\u064a \u062e\u0627\u0646\u0648\n\u062a\u062d\u0637\u0646\u064a \u0641\u064a \u0645\u0643\u0627\u0646\u0648 meme les principles \u0635\u062d\u0627\u062d\nHelio -X2-\n\u062a\u062d\u0637\u0646\u064a \u0641\u064a \u0645\u0643\u0627\u0646\u0648 meme les principles \u0635\u062d\u0627\u062d\n-X2-\n[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]\nCome on come on\nThat's just the way it is\nThings'll never be the same\nThat's just the way it is\nAww yeah\n[Repeat]\nI see no changes. All I see is racist faces\nMisplaced hate makes disgrace to races we under\nI wonder what it takes to make this one better place...\nLet's erase the wasted\nTake the evil out the people, they'll be acting right\n'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight\nAnd only time we chill is when we k** each other\nIt takes sk** to be real, time to heal each other \n\n\n\nAnd although it seems heaven sent\nWe ain't ready to see a black President, uhh\nIt ain't a secret don't conceal the fact...\nThe penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks\nBut some things will never change\nTry to show another way, but they stayin' in the dope game\nNow tell me what's a mother to do?\nBein' real don't appeal to the brother in you\nYou gotta operate the easy way\n\"I made a G today\" But you made it in a sleazy way\nSellin' crack to the kids. \"I gotta get paid,\"\nWell hey, well that's the way it is\n[Bridge]\n[Talking:]\nWe gotta make a change...\nIt's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes\nLet's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live\nAnd let's change the way we treat each other\nYou see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do\nWhat we gotta do, to survive\n[Bridge 'til fade:]\nSome things will never change",
    "2pac - Channel 106 / Secret #6 lyrics": "(CHANNEL 106)\n[Chorus]\nRaged up\nQueen Latifah, bringing down the house\nRunning mouth Teacher told me my promotion was in doubt\nWildin out, I was Wildin out\nAnd mama kicked me out\nAnd now I'm living out a back pack\nOn the couch at grandma house\n[Bridge]\nI broke my mama tv tryna get on mtv\nIt was different side of La that she had seen in mique\nIt was a different side of I that I had seen in me\nsh** i shocked my own self, and I ain't even need a V\nJust cause as a kid\nI was growing\nHolding back all my emotion\nLike the f**ing toilet broken\nWasn't taking no more sh**\nThrowing fits\nThrowing cups and plates\nAnd Throwing out the dishes\nMan I'm stupid\nMan I'm foolish\nMan I feel like I ain't sh**\n[Verse]\nUh, I Fell in a abyss\nI feel in the wrong\nI'll give you a kiss\nI wrote you a song\nPlease Tell me what I can do\nSo that we can get along\nI don't know what I'ma do\nDo if you ever were gone\nAnd I know that your journey was long\nKnow that you had to be strong\nTo carry the pack...\nJust want you to know if I could\nGo back into time\nI would go take it all back\nI would do everything right\nInstead of the left\nLike dad, he went to the south\nAnd now I discovered the truth\nI owe it to you\nMama I'm making you proud\n[Chorus]\nRaged up\nQueen Latifah, bringing down the house\nRunning mouth, Teacher told me my promotion was in doubt\nWildin out, I was Wildin out\nAnd mama kicked me out \n\n\n\nAnd now I'm living out a back pack\nOn the couch at grandma house\n(SECRET #6)\n*Drinks Hennessy*\n-f** it, I'll let the Henny talk for me like I'm Raymond, look\n[Verse]\nI apologize, I made my mama cry\nI was traumatized\nShe looked up and she saw the devil inside my eyes\n50 inch screen turned to rage and fear\nPut my fist up and it was too late from there\nI know I shattered your house\nI turned my heart to a home\nSo you can pack all your bags\nAnd you can live there forever\nAnd if you ever get cold\nYou know I'll give you my sweater\nI would've never been the man I am today\nIf I don't tell you things that make me nervous\nSecret #1 you're my favorite person\nSecret #2 I think your place is worth it\nI couldn't ask God\nTo have a better mother\nAnd maybe a better brother, But\nf** it its just us 3\nWe the musketeers and that's #3\nWe gon make a buzz like a bumble bee\nGrow like a money tree\nYou're the woman of my dreams\nYou're the girl that I adore\nAnd every single time that I'm outside making friends\nI tell em that I have a twin\nAnd that's the secret #4\nThings I never planned to tell you\nI just really hope it makes us well\nWine bottoms up like we raising hell\nWhich leads to #5 on the list\nYou're my pride and my joy\nYou're the chocolate to my chip\nAnd I'm melting\nCause I know I never tell enough of this\nMom I really f**ing love you\nAnd that's secret #6",
    "2pac - Chapter 14 - Sippin Codeine 1998 lyrics": "Chapter 14 - Sippin Codeine 1998\nDisk 1\n1. Third Coast Born - C-Note, Fat Pat\n2. Millionaire Dreams - Cash Money, Big Tymers\n3. U Not My Lady - Playa G\n4. f** The World - 2Pac\n5. Soldier Rag - Juvenile\n6. Homies And Thug n***as (Instrumental) - Scarface\n7. Break That Trick - Bun B, MJG \n\n\n\nDisk 2\n1. Finer Things - Scarface, Too Short, Devin, Tela\n2. Snitch - ESG\n3. I Don't Wanna Be Here - Master P\n4. Getting Money - 2Pac\n5. Only The Strong Survive - 8-Ball\n6. Don't Hate Me - Big Tymers\n7. Southside We Roll On Choppas (Freestyle) - Big Moe, D Pac, Pokey",
    "2pac - Chapter 56 - Blue Over Grey (1998) lyrics": "Chapter 56 - Blue Over Grey (1998)\nDisk 1 :\n1. Love Ones - Ice Cube\n2. Know My Style - 2Pac\n3. Puttin It Down - Dogg Pound Gangstas\n4. Do You Like What U See - Fat Pat & Big Pokey\n5. I'm A Fool - C-Bo\nDisk 2 :\n1. Intro \n\n\n\n2. Time Again - Madd Circle\n3. The Predator - Ice Cube\n4. k**az N Da Park - Above The Law\n5. Straight Flowin' - Ma** 187 & Above The Law\n6. Dance Under Water - Ice Cube\n7. He Dead - Scarface\n8. No Pain No Gain - Above The Law",
    "2pac - Check Out Time lyrics": "Ay what time is it n***a?\n(\"I don't know.\") Oh sh**, 12 o'clock\nOh sh**, we got to get the f** up outta here\n(\"Hell yeah.\") n***a, it's check out time n***a\nHey call up Kurupt, call Daz room (\"Hey there, b**h, where Suge at, n***a?\")\nCall Suge, call all the n***as tell 'em to meet me downstairs (\"Where K and them n***as at man?\")\nTell the valet, bring the Benz around (\"Ay, y'all seen my shoes?\")\nHey Kurupt, y'all n***as drivin or y'all flyin' back, wha**up?\n(\"Man, I'm rollin' man, f** that sh**.\")\nHey Syke n***a, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool\n(\"f** that, I lost some money, n***a.\") Aw n***a\nDamn\nNow I'm up early in the mornin', breath stinkin' as I'm yawnin'\nJust another sunny day in California\nI got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into s**y capers\nGive a holla to them hoochies last night, that tried to rape us\nWill these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas\nI'm a boss playa, d**h before I let these b**hes break us\nLast night was like a fantansy, Aliz\u00e9 and Hennessy\nA hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me\nTold her I was interested, picture all the sh** we did\nI got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky b**h\nFirst you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it\nGot a n***a all excited, it don't matter, just don't bite it\nI never got to check out the scence\nToo busy tryin' to dig a hole in your jeans\nNow it seems, it's check out time\nWe gotta go (gotta go, gotta go)\nWe gotta go (yeah baby) (it's check it out time)\nWe gotta go (let's go n***a, gotta go)\nWe gotta go (Y'all know what time it is!) (Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man)\nWe gotta go (call that valet motherf**er, tell him to get a n***a shoe)\nWe gotta go ('cause we out this, motherf**er)\nThey label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid\nMy fantansies came true with Janet on, I'm in a escapade\nBut did it all, end too soon\nAll the homies runnin' through the halls room to room\nSo I a**ume, since I'm a playa like my n***a Syke\nThen it's only right for me to disappear into the night\nMy game's trump tight, so I find time to recline\nSneak in your room, instant Messiah, sh** wines of all kinds\nI ain't got that much time\nSo hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind \n\n\n\nSince I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated\nPlay like Micheal Jackson, and beat It\nOne more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out\n'Cause there's someone else who deserves my attention\nSo all the homies round up in the lobby\n'Cause bustin' b**hes is a hobby, n***a\nIt's check out time\nWe gotta go (ayo man Pac ay)\nWe gotta go (where the where the f** is Daz at man?)\nWe gotta go (This n***a locked up or somethin'?)\nWe gotta go (The only one not to leave) (yo man)\nWe gotta go (it's check out time it's time to get out this mother)\nWe gotta go (You seem them b**hes?)\nWe gotta go (We out man, f** that sh**)\nWe gotta go (Yo Rece!)\nWe gotta go (Yo n***a, wha**up, wha**up?)\nHey I'm livin' the life of a boss playa\nThe front desk callin' but I'm checkin' out later\nMy behaviour is crazy from what you did to me baby\nIf walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me\nI'm puttin' in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed\nCarressin' your thoughts, 'cause I'm livin' Fed\nHeard what I said? Pa**ion is crashin' the room\nFrom the liquor we consumed I heard a boom\nI'm blackin' out, you're yellin' out 'Big Syke Daddy'\nWe did it in the caddy on the highway, my way\nI'm lost in a dream and so it seemed, to be the night\nFive bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight\nOut of sight from Pac and Kurupt\nAs I get it up, once the doors close, you stuck\nIn a heaty, sticky situation\nGet up baby, you ain't on vacation\nIt's check out time\nWe gotta go\nWe gotta go (Ay, it's check out time)\nWe gotta go (Ay Pac, n***a where my motherf**in')\nWe gotta go (where my shoes go, n***a?)\nWe gotta go (where my motherf**in' drawers and sh** at man?)\nWe gotta go (Man, y'all n***as was in here partyin' too f**in' much)\nWe gotta go (What the f** y'all doin', n***a? Kurupt!)\nWe gotta go (go tell Daz, man, and Bogart and the rest of them n***as, c'mon man)\nn***as is trippin' man\nFront desk all callin' me, tellin' me to get the hell outta here, man\nWe gotta go (I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred)\nWe gotta go\nWe gotta go\nWe gotta go\nWe gotta go\nWe gotta go\nWe gotta go\nWe gotta go\nWe gotta go, ooh\nWe gotta go\nWe, hey\nWe\nWe gotta go, ho\nWe gotta go uh\nHmm yeah yeah, hey hey",
    "2pac - Chief Don't Run lyrics": "[Intro]\nOlualuweaway\nUweaway\nNo the chief don't run\nThe chief don't\nNo the chief don't run\n[Hook]\nOh the chief don't run\nOh the chief don't run\nOh the chief don't run\nOh the chief don't run\n[Verse 1]\nBefore the red cups and the backwoods smoke\nMe and mom in the shack in the woods, bro\nI was sleepin' on the floor with the oven door open\nWhile I dreamt about the places that I would go\nWe would go door to door to door all day\nWe were begging 'em to lay up in the foyer\nI was sittin' with the hookers in a motel hallway\nWaiting onna blind audition like it's Broadway\nNow these Madams looking like a fleet of foxes\nRat Pack chief of staff like Sinatra\nEat, drink, swa*k, n***a that's the mantra\nBetta stand when I speak, n***a, fix your posture\nChief don't run, baby, word to poppa\nWanted me to-be-a lawyer, engineer or doctor\nThe new Godfather, keep your old mobsters\nMatter fact, you can keep your old Oscars\nIt's tomorrow never dies now\nI'm on yacht with a prince in Dubai now\nI'm with the Dalai Lama's homies in the sky lounge\nco*ktails got me loosenin' my tie now\nThey say a prophet never honored in his homeland\nThat's fine, I'd rather have my own land\nGotta plan for a hundred Roman numerals \n\n\n\nLong live the chief, n***a, welcome to your funeral\n[Hook]\nOh the chief don't run\nOh the chief don't run\nOh the chief don't run\nOh the chief don't run\n[Verse 2]\nIt's my time, hit the gong out here\nThey gon' need to build a bigger wall out here\nI live a different set of laws out here\nKnow my rights even when I'm in the wrong out here\nLook what we did with one song out here\nLike a locksmith opened every door out here\nYa dealing with a king, not a kong out here\nYou a pawn, but we can get along out here\nYou in my house actin' too free though\nWe know you foul\u2014n***a, two free throws\nChiefy, chiefy in a new chief cloak\nI ain't even said a word, but my suit bespoke\nI got a new agenda, gotta carry through\nWhen your father's enemies are tryna bury you\nAnd the royal families are tryna mary you\nLong live the chief, n***a, welcome to your funeral\n[Hook]\nOh the chief don't run\nOh the chief don't run\nOh the chief don't run\nOh the chief don't run\n[Post-Hook]\nEverybody wanna run, they don't want it like us\nPaid my dues, but they still tryna Wesley Snipe-us\nTell me why we gon' still win tonight\nBreakin' bread, we got everybody right",
    "2pac - Chilling Here In The Amosphere( Traphik freeverse) lyrics": "Now how does one run smoothly after getting an ex\nNo more asking y, but I guess its on to the next\nAbc's messed up cause u and I were the best\nStill have all that love in me, I gotta confess\nRelationships are dumb with no you -done with em\nNow I got so many things to prove- a ton of em\nLike how I love your smile\nAnd the feeling of your touch\nPlease stay for a while\nIm not asking for much\nOn the phone late at night\nYour voice makes me comfortable\nI read of love at first sight\n\u201chow can one be gullible\u201d\nThen I saw you\nDamn that chic is lovable\nMy heart started beating\nIm in love\nIm in trouble\nFlirty text messages\nTrying to be subtle\nHugs turned to kisses and\nKisses turned to cuddles\nNot much for me to do\nThis I was prepared for\nHere to say I love you still\nGirl you got me airborne\n2X- Chilling here in the atmosphere that's where your love takes me\nPush me away, got nothing to say, I want you back, you're my baby\nSorry if your listening\nAnd think that this is corny \n\n\n\nThe thought of you takes me away\nI wish you would of warned me\nBaby its cold out side\nLet me hold you warmly\nI don't need this sweater\nMaybe you can wear it for me\nIm missing all those walks\nThat we had around town\nYour presence is a present\nWith you, I could never frown\nIn your love in which I downed\nWith my heart upon my crown\nYou were the queen to my king\nLet me show you around\nThis is where my heart goes\nRemember? Cause you took it\nNow you wanna give it back\nWhere was the problem girl?\nIm lookin\nYou're the queen up in my castle\nIll be out there crooken\nWanna spend a night together\nWhere you wanna go im lookin\nEvery road has a bump\nWe need to make it over\nYou're the key to the ignition\nYou're the movement to my motor\nThe highway of life\nSpeeding, baby we pa**ing it\nIll tell you one thing\nTheres no other I would travel with\n2X- Chilling here in the atmosphere that's where your love takes me\nPush me away, got nothing to say, I want you back, you're my baby",
    "2pac - Close my eyes lyrics": "Got me thinkin' 'bout better days\nHeyyy! Better days..\nGot me thinkin' 'bout better days\nMost of these n***as need b**hes too\nBut you never hear that side of the story so\nWe wanna do sh** like this...\nVerse-1\nSometimes its hard to wake up in the morning\nMind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore\nGot me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming\nCause they seeing destruction before they a see human being\nSo they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day\nUntil we learn to pray, keep our families in shape\nCause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die\nBefore we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns\nSmoking weed, can all make a change\nSo I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold\nI keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe\nCommunities in need of people that will lead\nKeep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try\nUntil the day I die\nBaby please don't cry\nGot me thinkin' 'bout better day\nVerse-2 (Not sure about few words here)\nEternally thug n***a Hilfigure made by Tommy\nSo when I speak hope to reach my buddy mommy\nOh come to poppy\nI love it when you sweat and sloppy more peeps\nUntil I come to wake no one can stop me \n\n\n\nMy bump and grind\nComing through ya every time\nCome get a blast of this through pa**ion\nIt'll blow your mind\nHey throw up your legs\nWrap your sh** around my back\nIt's a west side bang f**ing hoes around the map\n? get down with 2Pac while I'm ? out ?\nWhile they seduce my jimmy I'll\nBe screaming give me body\nMake then hoes scream my name out\nGive me my prides and don't cha\nLove out these thugs n***a ?\nI'm at the freaking parade\nI'm watching caramel b**hes play\nGet with real n***as bullsh**ting never get your pay\nThis is the dream of a young black teen\nI think hoes cross-country like a greedy crack fiend\nNow come on!\nVerse-3\nThough half our problems can be based on economical greed\nAnd dying breed, addicted to weed\nThey're getting Gs\nWith my heart open, greed, brings only misery\nA way to tragedy, so I stay s**er free\nOnly a few chosen, rise (rise)\nMy ghetto queen, rise (rise)\nDon't be afraid to try (try)\nToo many of us died for the door to open wide\nMy brother be wise, stay focused on the prize\nThough everybody dies\nWe continue growing...\nGot me thinkin' 'bout better days\nHeyyy! Better days..",
    "2pac - Close to me lyrics": "\"Wa**up its 2pac .. Can get away? Let me come pick you up \"\nYou know i got a man. \" he won't mind if i take you out \" of course he gonn' mind ..\nI wake up early in the morning at the crack of dawn n***as still tired so im yawning and now\nIm gone trynna get my money on strong to an early rising. And iwill flow them other guys\nCan't get to close my enemies they see go they enemy plus we been beefing w the east coast\nGot stopped in traffic had a warrant so they ... For me but while im gone watch my business and my ba.. For me\nMy enemies think they got me p.. Ain't no loving playa hating when you kalvins gone. You payed bail. Got me out\nOf jail homie get i promise not to leave you on your own again. Chris ....... Romanic those that dropp is so \n\n\n\nBut donr panik cause we cross the top. I found a partner and a rider a women and friend i promise not to call\nYou b**h again. Believe mee!\n\"baby please dont cry. Baby please dont cry. Baby please dont cry \"\nGave my money 90 days for domestic violence, i try to picture myself in his position but remain silent i get to\nThink about the sh** we been through we close like him but you remain my friend to its like a sin that got both are\nSelfs introuble but you always stay down for a n***a so thats why i love you reminiscing eating tissue fighting over\nChild .... Thats why i can't live with chu but\n**(not finished)*",
    "2pac - Coast to Coast lyrics": "[Chorus: female singer]\nWelcome to the West Coast\nWhere we ball, ride on f*gs\nSittin' back, cuz been working right\n(Now let me you bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce\n(Bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce, bounce, bounce\nWe've been working right (Calico stand up)\n[2Pac]\nNow ever since a n***a was a seed\nOnly thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin'\nRidin on these n***as cause they lame\nIn a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?\nBlame it on my momma I'm a thug n***a\nUp befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers\nTell me if it's on, n***a then we first to bomb\nBust on these b**h-made n***as hit 'em up, WESTSIDE\nAin't nobody love me as a broke n***a\nFinger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke n***as\nI love my females strapped, no f**in from the back\nI get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?\nPa**ed by while these n***as wonder by\nI got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try\nDid I cry, hell nah, n***a tear I shed\nFor all my homies in the pen, many peers dead, n***as still ballin\n[Chorus]\n[Rush]\nOk, cash C-note, blasting me through your door\nFlew from the old, cross seas for the blow\nWeed's federal, better roll in the tape\nYour armored truck stuck, cuz I'm taking the ba**\nBut to be quite frank, taking over this world\nI want best of both shines like diamonds and pearls\nNever gave a f** though, and paybacks a b**h\nIf I see my luck sold, then I'mma bag some kids \n\n\n\nYou know how it bad it is, half a g, an old scheme\nSqueeze, play to rehab, cuz it's part of they plea\nSurf the world to find material, harder than me\nBut I'm bigger than life, son, so what's what's larger than me?\nFlaudelently, haters be claiming they guns hit\nKnowing they ain't done sh**, except go when the gun spit\nNow who, retaliates, with the strip for the streets\nI got peeps that conviscate with the strength of the heat, holla\n[Chorus]\n[Cappadonna]\nAiyo, I came in the game, like a thief in the night\nAnd ya'll s**a MC's, ya'll be try'nna be bite\nMy whole style and my format, n***as should fall back\nWhen I attack the mack, stay live and direct, I wreck\nSet, keeping ya b**h wet, it's no sweat\nWhenever I'm around you, your mind is weak\nI speak the truth when I spit, ain't coming to talk sh**\nYo, I'm live and direct, coming to stalk sh**\nWhat, come on, b**h, yeah, enter my zone\nYou can't imagine how my four-speed's ever so deadly\nI swing swords, I hit you in your f**ing head piece\nCuz you fronted on Don, and now you dying in hell\nSpit my name, can't beat my tell, n***a, what's felt?\nTo the lost generation of rap, my n***as locked down\nWhoever feel trapped, grab ya gat, quick, shoot ya where I plotted the b**h\nNever let 'em hold you back, this is strictly the Don\nIf you ever front on me, n***a, I'm breaking your arm\nBees in the winter, enemies better be gone\nf** all of the fly sh**, ya'll Hollywood...",
    "2pac - Code Of THUG LIFE lyrics": "Code Of THUG LIFE\n1. All new Jacks to the game must know: a) He's going to get rich. b) He's going to jail. c) He's going to die.\n2. Crew Leaders: You are responsible for legal/financial payment commitments to crew members; your word must be your bond.\n3. One crew's rat is every crew's rat. Rats are now like a disease; sooner or later we all get it; and they should too.\n4. Crew leader and posse should select a diplomat, and should work ways to settle disputes. In unity, there is strength!\n5. Car jacking in our Hood is against the Code.\n6. Slinging to children is against the Code.\n7. Having children slinging is against the Code.\n8. No slinging in schools.\n9. Since the rat Nicky Barnes opened his mouth; ratting has become accepted by some. We're not having it.\n10. Snitches is outta here.\n11. The Boys in Blue don't run nothing; we do. Control the Hood, and make it safe for squares. \n\n\n\n12. No slinging to pregnant Sisters. That's baby k**ing; that's genocide!\n13. Know your target, who's the real enemy.\n14. Civilians are not a target and should be spared.\n15. Harm to children will not be forgiven.\n16. Attacking someone's home where their family is known to reside, must be altered or checked.\n17. Senseless brutality and rape must stop.\n18. Our old folks must not be abused.\n19. Respect our Sisters. Respect our Brothers.\n20. Sisters in the Life must be respected if they respect themselves.\n21. Military disputes concerning business areas within the community must be handled professionally and not on the block.\n22. No shooting at parties.\n23. Concerts and parties are neutral territories; no shooting!\n24. Know the Code; it's for everyone.\n25. Be a real ruff neck. Be down with the code of the Thug Life.\n26. Protect yourself at all times..",
    "2pac - Come with Me lyrics": "I met a lot of women on the road\nMy pimping is world wide\nAnd everybody knows, uh\nBut something about her\nMakes me wanna slow it\nSpend a little more time\nI like that she has a mind on her\nI gotta get her\nWon't, stop till I got her\nShe focus, she go to school\nShe works from ten to two, he-yo\nCus shawty, Cus Shawty, Cus Shawty's fly\nI can use someone like you by myside\nAs long as your a rida,rida, I can lowa you down\nOr provider, vider, baby are you down\nSo you should get to know me\nLittle Mama\nSo tell me , what its gonna be, little mama\nHoppin on ride, In the pa**enger side\nI'll show you just how to roll\nCome kick with me tonight eh-yo\nDont be afraid\nEverything is alright\nNa-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-no\nShe wanna come with me\nLittle mama wanna rock and see\nWhat do we have here now\nNow do you ride or die tonight?\nShe wanna come with me\nLittle mama, wanna run, quick see\nWhat do we have here now\nNow do you ride or die tonight?\nThe perfect situation for us both \n\n\n\nCus shawty you want your ground\nAnd I'm let cha handle mines boo\nJust tell me whatcha need, and its a go\nI love the fact that chu fine, some movie girl can we can drive-thru\nFoot off the pedal, like you and the stilletos, Wanna make you the one\nGet freaky under the sun, eh-yo\nThat body , that body ,that body right\nWe can get straight to business everynight\nAs long as you a rida, rida, I can lowa you down\nOr provida, vida, Baby are you down?\nSo you should get to know me, Little mama\nSo tell me whats it gonna be, Little Mama\nHoppin on ride, In the pa**enger side\nI'll show you just how to roll\nCome kick with me tonight eh-yo\nDont be afraid\nEverything is alright\nNa-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-no\nShe wanna come with me\nLittle mama wanna run quick see\nWhat do we have here now\nNow do you ride or die tonight?\nShe wanna come with me\nLittle mama, wanna run, quick see\nWhat do we have here now\nNow do you ride or die tonight?",
    "2pac - Comin Real Again lyrics": "[2Pac yelling]\nGuess who's back\nGuess whos' back muthaf**a, big ballin' a** muthaf**in' Breed\nGivin' you what ya need, yea, smokin' a gang of weed\nHit them fools n***a\n[MC Breed]\nCome one, come all\nn***as get the beat down\nRetreat, creep, or feel the heat of the Breed sound\nCollect facts, then attack like I'm suppose to\nYa boy's goin', lef', on n***as and them hoes too\nIt's me, that n***a who ain't never got caught\nMy mic is wounded, I'ma test it with a touch of salt\nKeep a book of the mark a** n***as I broke\nCause big Breed, can do ya while I'm smokin' my dope, try an' cope\nCatch up as this sh** gets mental, this chronic got me workin' my brain\nI need a pencil\nSo I can shake and change the style, but in the meanwhile\nI maintain the crowd\nMake moves to improve, so I can build a bigger rep\nThe trigger finger strapped, I wanna see another n***a step\nI play the cards, lost by your dingy mista Gillagan\nThe mighty mad writer's straight up Comin' Real Again\n[2Pac yelling]\nBuck buck muthaf**a. Right at your muthaf**in' a**\nThis sh** too strong for a muthaf**in' vest\nSo watch your chest and your dome\nLeave Breed the f** alone\nWe sendin' n***as to the f**in' cemetery\n[Breed]\nThey got me thinkin'. Sittin' in the hot spot\nI'm straight up havin' hard times wanting me a drop top\nAnd a fat knot, and I ain't tryin' to hear that 5-0 sh**\nI'm black, and I was born with a survival kit, uh\nAin't sh** but spit, in the beer that I'm drinkin'\nI gotta get paid, I gotta get paid, and that's what a n***a be thinkin'\nYou sleep hoes, I'm puttin' a peep holes\nIn your forehead. Run till your toes is numb, go test your broke head\nBreed's got n***as at your back once again punk\nTold you ain't no future in that sh**, but you still front\nWhen will they realize, I got the feel again\nThe mighty mad writer's Comin' Real Again\n[2pac yelling] \n\n\n\nBuck buck biiinnng\nThat's the motherf**in' sound as we buckin' mothaf**as down\nYea n***a, run but you count out race this motherf**in' bullet\nBreed, pull it. They can't fade you boy\n[Breed]\nOnce mo', toe to toe? I don't think so\nBird sales, and knockin' n***as out like Riddick Bowe\nYou ain't the play, you know the play so don't say sh**\nGet 'em up and find your a** gettin' up off the pavement\nWavin' the sh**, beggin' n***as to just straight quit\nBut f** that, a hard head can get a n***as a** kicked\nI ain't lettin' up for none...son\nI'm Comin' Real Again\n[2Pac yelling]\nYea motherf**a how you wanna play this sh**?\nWe can go toe to toe, Glock for Glock, block for block\nHomie to muthaf**in' homie\nBut you muthaf**as gonna feel this n***a this time\nCause we ain't comin' back with that old bullsh**\nThere's too many muthaf**in' dead n***as for me to be takin' this here bullsh**\nThat's why there's muthaf**as in the pin now, n***a\nSo pull or quit that bullsh**, cause I don't wanna hear that muthaf**in' crap\nComin' Real Again n***a, thought I told you muthaf**as, I thought you knew\nIt's the muthaf**in' real sh** muthaf**a. 100 percent authentic\nType of sh** you f**in' get chronic'd out to, you know what I'm sayin'?\nSo do me one of them muthaf**in' favors, and light another f**in' blunt\nYou know what I'm sayin'? A blunt muthaf**a. Philly style\nYou know what I'm sayin'? Chronic n***a!\nI'm talkin' 'bout laid out, played out, phat f**in' funk\nYea this that type sh** we kickin' in the 9 tre muthaf**a\nSo all you muthaf**in' big ballin' a** gangstas\nYou put your muthaf**in' hand on yo' gat\nAnd if the police roll up and say turn it down, you burn it down muthaf**a\nCause we Comin' Real Again. 19 n***a 3, boy. Real again. We grabbin' steel\nAgain, cause we Comin' Real Again. We turn the 90's to the 60's muthaf**a\nThat's how we rollin'",
    "2pac - Conspiracies revolving around Tupacs d**h lyrics": "\n\n\n\nThe Story September 7, 1996, Tupac Shakur attended the boxing match between Bruce Seldon and Mike Tyson with Suge Knight. After the match they a**aulted a crip and went to Club 662 in the 1996 black BMW 750iL sedan with other cars behind also. At 11:15 a white, four-door, late-model Cadillac pulled over to the right side of Tupac's car rolling down the window and started shooting. Tupac was sent to the hospital and died 7 days later. The Conspiracies after Tupacs d**h several deveral people reported they saw him in Jamaica Suge Knight k**ed Tupac",
    "2pac - Constantly Armed lyrics": "[Eminem]\nIn my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter\nMy soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up\nArsenic writer, author with arthritis\nCarpel tunnel, Marshall will start sh**-itis\nHard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed\nDick headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick\nQuick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics\nWho wait for me to slip with it, so quick\nThis dynamite stick buried the wick, it's gonna explode any minute\nSome lunatic lit it and it's not Nelly\nDo not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit\nSo stop dwelling an I am not felling\nYou f**ers are not ready, cause I got jelly, like Beyonce's pot belly\nThis is Destiny, yes money I'm of running\nSo get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening\n[Hook - 2Pac]\nThey sendin armies out to bomb me, Constantly armed\nThe only DJ that can calm me is Constantly armed\nMy firepower keep me warm I'm Constantly armed\nAnd f** the world til I'm gone, Constantly armed\nThey sendin armies out to bomb me, Constantly armed\nThe only DJ that can calm me is Constantly armed \n\n\n\nMy firepower keep me warm I'm Constantly armed\nAnd f** the world til I'm gone b**hes be warned\n[Eminem 2x]\nI will not fall\nI will stand tall\nFeels like no one can beat me\n[2Pac]\nFollow me tell me if you feel me\nI think n***as is tryin to k** me\nPicturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me\nKeepin it real, and even if I do conceal\nMy criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel\nSee n***as is false, sittin in court, turned snitches\nThat used to be real, but now they petrified b**hes\nI'm tryin to be strong, my firepower keep me warm\nI'm trapped in the storm, and f** the world til I'm gone, b**hes be warned\nWord is bonb, you'll get torn\nI'm bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my n***as wrong\nAnd then it's on, before I leave picture me\nI'm spittin at punk b**hes and hustlin to be free\nWatch me set it, n***as don't want it, you can get it\nBet it make these jealous n***as mad I said it\nThis Thug Life n***a, we don't cater to you hoes\nf** with me, have a hundred motherf**ers at yo' do', with fo\n[Hook]",
    "2pac - Cookie Jar (Dj Shota Remix) lyrics": "[Hook: The-Dream, Travie McCoy & 2pac]\nYeah n***a!\nI like girls\nThey like me\nThey look so cute in their 7 Jeans (Baby)\nWant you to be the one\nAnd my only\nI want to be faithful\nBut I can't keep my hands out the cookie jar\nMy hands, my hands, my\nCan't keep my hands, my hands, my\nCan't keep my hands, my hands, my\nCan't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow I could make miracles with pimp hoes\nIt's instrumental, waiting for the nymphos, that's the intro\nShoot when you rush me\nWalked up and touched me\nWhy do you want to f** me?\nJust cause I'm paid in the worst way? True!\nLooking kind of good in your birthday suit\nI wonder if you're wild and you act shy?\nDo you like to be on top or the back side?\nWatch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips\nGoddamn, I love that sh**!\nYo, let's stop faking and be real now\nI got a room and a hard-on. Still down?\nMet you standing at a bar full of black dudes\nSaid you wanna see my scars and my tattoos\nWhen we head for my hideout, act right\nBoss player when I ride out, that's right\nWhat's ya phone number?\n[Hook:]\nI like girls\nThey like me\nThey look so cute in their 7 Jeans \n\n\n\nWant you to be the one\nAnd my only\nI want to be faithful\nBut I can't keep my hands out the cookie jar\nMy hands, my hands, my\nCan't keep my hands, my hands, my\nCan't keep my hands, my hands, my\nCan't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar\n[Verse 2: Travie McCoy]\nI got a thing for Milano biscotti Italianos\nAnd I'll never turn down some Oreos if you got them\nbu*ter pecan Puerto Rican\nOr them oatmeal raisin Asians\nHazelnut Brazilians, macadamia Caucasians\nDouble Stuf or Thin Mint\nIt don't matter, you gettin' it\n'Cuz I got a sweet tooth\nThat'll never come loose\nAnd the fact of the matter is\n[Hook:]\nI like girls\nThey like me\nThey look so cute in their 7 Jeans\nWant you to be the one\nAnd my only\nI want to be faithful\nBut I can't keep my hands out the cookie jar\nMy hands, my hands, my\nCan't keep my hands, my hands, my\nCan't keep my hands, my hands, my\nCan't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar\n[Bridge]\nI'm a monster for these cookies\nI'm a beast for they're treats\nI'm an animal for they're crackers\nHead to feet, they're so damn sweet\nCan't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar",
    "2pac - Cradle 2 The Grave ('Tru Gee 79' Remix) lyrics": "[Intro]\nDamn. True G. Don't fall asleep n***a, Everybody dies n***a everybody dies, We all gotta go n***a we all gotta go, Go to sleep n***a, Go to sleep, Close your motherf**ing eyes, We all gotta die, f** Em All X2, Westside M.O.B\n[Verse 1 : 2Pac]\nFirst to bomb, Quick to unload\nExpose my foes for being b**hes\nKeeping n***as suspicious\n2 Glocks is filled with ammo\nMy army fatigues is ready for battle\nLyrical commando, (Let get it on)\nTell me n***a how much can you handle?\nBanging on wax\nI turn the track into a roman candle\nBooom!\nMy intention specifically\nThugged out no sympathy\nPictures of closed caskets\nSoon as Daz get with me (I am first to bomb)\nFirst is the calm then the panic\nSoon as my n***as break\nWe earthquake the whole planet\nAdversaries can't understand it\nThe way my n***as strategize\nDon't anybody die unless we planted it\nLive long committed, I write songs and then spit it\nNo matter how hard motherf**ers try\nThey can't get it\nIt's west coast\nWestide, Outlawz till we die, Thug life motherf**ers on the first ride and we are the first to bomb\n[Hook: Big Syke]\nI got nothing to lose, paying dues\nn***a you wanna die?\nI get high, Then my mission is a walk-by\nYou'd better jet when i hit your set\nCause i am coming, Start running\nYelling Evil-Mind as i am gunning\nOne in the chamber\nFor the anger that i build inside\nFor the mothers that cried\nThe beginning is an ending\nAm i just a slave\nSo i got be brave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\n[Verse 3 : Eminem]\nI never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see\nSo many mothaf**in' people, who feel like me\nWho share the same views and the same exact beliefs \n\n\n\nIt's like a f**ing army marching in back of me\nSo many lives I touched, so much anger aimed\nIn no particular direction, just sprays and sprays\nAnd straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays\n'til it stays stuck in your head, for days and days\nWho would've thought, standing in this mirror bleaching my hair\nWith some peroxide, reaching for a t-shirt to wear\nThat I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this?\nHow could I predict my words would have an impact like this\nI must've struck a chord with somebody up in the office\nCause Congress keep telling me, I ain't causing nothing but problems\nAnd now they're saying I'm in trouble with the government, I'm loving it\nI shoveled sh** all my life, and now I'm dumping it\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3 : 2Pac]\nTell me baby what's your frequency\nYou see I'm making proposals\nFull of verbal indecency when ya meeting me\nFlash light i am buzzed\nWhat's right like d**, got 3 strikes\nYou got cause last night for thugs\nHolding my position\nMy competition is never ready\nRipped by a machete\nMy alias is Makaveli\nSo what they tell me through the grapevine\nn***as ain't ready to see me paid\nThey rather take mine\nRetaliation takes time\nCreating rhymes that so ferocious that the ba** line\nWent for my vocals\nEvery time a n***a says it rhyme\nSpending and busting you thought it up\nBut you wasn't prepared\nn***as is scared, I am eternally thugging\nLike Kamikazes on a suicide mission\nI am spitting multiple gunshots\nBurning turning rappers to victims\nI kick em all day\n[Hook : Big Syke]\n(Gunshot sound)",
    "2pac - Cradle To The Grave lyrics": "From the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy\nJune 16th, 1971,\nMama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son\nSee the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back\nMy first words was \"Thug for life,\" and \"Papa pa** the Mac.\"\nI'm bustin' on these motherf**ers ballin'\nListen you can hear my mini fourteen callin'\nFrom out the window of my drop top, I got my Glock co*ked\nBustin' at n***as, when will it stop?\nNow tell me are you scared of the dark?\nCan't close my eyes I see visions\nAnd even with this thug livin, will I escape prison?\nPenitentiary chances was an all day thang\nThe only way to advance; and if you slang\nThen you'd better have yo' Nike's on - cause when we fight\nIt's in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey!!\nThere must be a God cause I feel lucky\nParanoid out my mind, cause motherf**ers tryin' to rush me\nAm I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'\nComin' out the court house, all about my mail and bank\nNever, never die I'll be a hustler motherf**ers\nAnd makin' thugs out you s**ers from the cradle to the grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child\nI've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild\nPop pop! Just like the part that's in my walk with street talk\nI'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark\nSurveillance on a n***a every day\nWaitin' on my daddy just to take his a** away\nNow Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet\nSo now a young n***a's bein' raised by the streets\nAnd then the only other one that ever showed me love\nWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on d**\nA straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our own\nSo I got two gats - one black and one of chrome\nNow I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!\nIt's all the f** I got, so stop and walk a thin line\nYoung n***as be brave\nAnd keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nI'm glad to say, I made it this far\nMany G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall\nIt's sad thinkin' about the times\nLife goes on, I'm steady lost in this land\nThat's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither\nIt's just me by my lonely so I married my nina\nI keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho\nNever leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a n***a\nMama told me not to trust no punks\nAnd kick his a** if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowin' \n\n\n\nSometimes I think my own self stupid\nCause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports\nSince the cradle, I've been ungrateful\nMy first toy was a gun I got sprung and learned to love weapons\nBut now I'm through with money, and through with street fame\nSomebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nMarch 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth\nTo a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth\nFrom day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb\nDaddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum\nI tried to cope loc, but my family's broke\nAnd my pocket's short so now I got ta slang dope\nIn the game filled with pain it's a f**in' shame\nThe white man got a motherf**er slangin 'caine\nSo now it's on from dusk to dawn I'm gettin my serve on\nAlways in the spot with my Glock slingin rocks at the Rox\nThe sh** don't stop, I'm steady dodgin cops\nI never flip-flop, hear my Glock co*k, thug 'til I drop\nAnd if I hit the pen I gotta do my time\nSittin' on my bunk reminiscin' bout the good times\nIt's f**ed up a n***a gotta grow up doin' dirt\nBut from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nTime's movin' fast, will I last another day?\nSo I pray and I lay with my A-K\nDid I sell my soul as a young kid?\nAll the things I did wishin' someone held me but they never did\nI can't take it, will I make it to my older age?\nBefore I'm shot up or locked up in a f**in' cage\nLord help me, guide me, save me!\nCause that's the way that Daddy raised me, crazy\nDo or die, n***a pull the trigger don't give a f**\nYou'd rather be in jail than get yo' a** bucked\nNobody cares, it's me against the world\nKeepin' murder on my mind and my tec-9\nI got nothin' to lose, payin dues, n***a you wanna die?\nI get high and then my mission is a walk-by\nYou'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm comin'\nStart runnin' yellin' \"evil mind\" as I'm gunnin'\nOne in the chamber for the anger that I build inside\nFor the mothers that cried, for my homies that died\nThe beginning is an ending, am I just a slave?\nSo I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nLife ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto",
    "2pac - Cradle To The Grave (Original Version) lyrics": "{crying of new born child}\n[Intro :2Pac] {faint sound}\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nJune 16th, 1971\nMama gave birth to a Hell-raising heavenly son\nSee the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back\nMy first words was, \"Thug for life\" and \"Papa, pa** the MAC\"\nI'm busting on these motherf**ers balling\nListen you can hear my mini fourteen calling\nFrom out the window of my drop top, I got my Glock co*ked\nBusting at n***as, when will it stop?\nNow tell me are you scared of the dark? Can't close my eyes I see visions\nAnd even with this thug living will I escape prison?\nPenitentiary chances was an all day thang\nThe only way to advance; and if you slang\nThen you'd better have yo' Nikes on\nCause when we fight it's in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey!!\nThere must be a God cause I feel lucky\nParanoid out my mind cause motherf**ers tryna rush me\nAm I going to jail? Look at me bailing\nComing out the court house, all about my mail and bank\nNever, never die I'll be a hustler, motherf**ers\nAnd making thugs out you s**ers from the cradle to the grave\n[Hook]\nThings wouldn't have been so bad\nIf we got the thangs that we never had\nAwww from the cradle to the grave I've been strugglin'\nThings..\n[Verse 2: Mopreme]\nFrom the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child\nI've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild\nPop pop! Just like the part that's in my walk with street talk\nI'm running up the block in the dark where lead spark\nSurveillance on a n***a every day\nWaiting on my daddy just to take his a** away\nNow Mama always working tryna make ends meet\nSo now a young n***a's being raised by the streets\nAnd then the only other one that ever showed me love\nWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on d**\nA straight thug, just me, my mama out here on our own\nSo I got two gats,one black and one of chrome\nNow I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!\nIt's all the f** I got, so stop and walk a thin line\nYoung n***as be brave\nAnd keep on thugging from the cradle to the grave\nFrom the cradle to the grave\n[Hook]\nThings wouldn't be so bad\nIf we got the thangs that we never had\nAwww from the cradle to the grave I've been strugglin'\nThings wouldn't be so bad\nIf we got the thangs that we never had\nFrom the cradle to the grave I've been strugglin'\n[Verse 3: The Rated R]\nFrom the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say, I made it this far\nMany G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall\nIt's sad thinking about the times\nLife goes on, I'm steady lost in this land\nThat's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither\nIt's just me by my lonely so I married my Nina\nI keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho\nNever leave home with out my sugar, I'm have to plug a n***a\nMama told me not to trust no punks\nAnd kick his a** if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowing \n\n\n\nSometimes I think my own self stupid\nCause I stay shooting at marks, get twisted up in police reports\nSince the cradle, I've been ungrateful\nMy first toy was a gun I got sprung and learned to love weapons\nBut now I'm through with money, and through with street fame\nSomebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave\n[Hook]\nThings wouldn't be so bad\nIf we got the thangs that we never had\nAwww from the cradle to the grave I've been strugglin'\nThings..\n[Verse 4: Macadoshis]\nMarch 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth\nTo a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth\nFrom day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb\nDaddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum\nI tried to cope loc, but my family's broke\nAnd my pocket's short so now I got ta slang dope\nIn the game filled with pain it's a f**in' shame\nThe white man got a motherf**er slangin' 'caine\nSo now it's on from dusk to dawn I'm gettin' my serve on\nAlways in the spot with my Glock slingin' rocks at the Rox\nThe sh** don't stop, I'm steady dodgin' cops\nI never flip-flop, hear my Glock co*k, thug 'til I drop\nAnd if I hit the pen I gotta do my time\nSittin' on my bunk reminiscin' bout the good times\nIt's f**ed up a n***a gotta grow up doin' dirt\nBut from the cradle to the grave I'mma put in work\n[Hook]\nThings wouldn't be so bad\nIf we got the thangs that we never had\nAwww from the cradle to the grave I've been strugglin'\nThings wouldn't be so bad\nIf we got the thangs that we never had\nFrom the cradle to the grave I've been strugglin'\n[Verse 5: Big Syke]\nTime's movin' fast, will I last another day?\nSo I pray and I lay with my A-K\nDid I sell my soul as a young kid?\nAll the things I did wishin' someone held me but they never did\nI can't take it, will I make it to my older age?\nBefore I'm shot up or locked up in a f**in' cage\nLord help me, guide me, save me!\nCause that's the way that Daddy raised me, crazy\nDo or die, n***a pull the trigger don't give a f**\nYou'd rather be in jail than get yo' a** bucked\nNobody cares, it's me against the world\nKeepin' murder on my mind and my Tec-9\nI got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, n***a you wanna die?\nI get high and then my mission is a walk-by\nYou'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm comin'\nStart runnin' yellin' \"evil mind\" as I'm gunnin'\nOne in the chamber for the anger that I build inside\nFor the mothers that cried, for my homies that died\nThe beginning is an ending, am I just a slave?\nSo I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave\n[Hook + Outro]\nThings wouldn't be so bad\nIf we got the thangs that we never had\nAwww ([?] never [?]) from the cradle to the grave I've been strugglin'\nThings wouldn't be so bad\nIf we got the thangs that we never had\nFrom the cradle to the grave I've been strugglin' (awww)\nThings wouldn't be so bad\nIf we got the thangs that we never had\nGive up some times to come up [] something\n{crying of new born child}",
    "2pac - Crooked Ass n***a lyrics": "(feat. Stretch (Live Squad))\n\"Suddenly I see, some n***az that I don't like\" - [Ice Cube]\n[machine gun fires] \"Got him!\" - [Dr. Dre]\n[2Pac]\nA smokin a** n***a robbed me blind\nI got a tech nine now his smokin a** is mine\nI guess I felt sorry for the ba*tard, he was broke\nI didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close\nHe caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep sh**\nCatch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick\nPa** the clip, I think I see him comin now\nf** the bullsh**, posse deep and let's run him down\nGots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet\nComin quickly up the streets, is the punk a** police\nThe first one jumped out and said, \"Freeze!\"\nI popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..\nCause cops should mind they business, when we rush\nNow you're pleadin like a b**h, cause you don't know how to.. hush..\nNow back to the smoker that robbed me\nI tell you like Latifah, motherf**er give me.. body..\nOne to the chest, another to his f**in dome\nNow the sh** can rest, yo tell him to leave me the f** alone\nTwo very bloody bodies on the streets\nA nosey a** cop and a n***a that robbed from me\nRun from your backup punk, how you figure?\nMy finger's on the trigger for you crooked a** n***az\n[Pac]\nCrooked a** n***az\n[Eazy]\nCriminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour\n[Cube]\nSuddenly I see..\n[Eazy]\nCri-cri-criminal\n[Stretch]\nNow listen to the mack of the crooked n***a trade\nWith the fine criminal mind, cold rips like a blade\nIt's already quick steppin to the n***az with the props\nand any motherf**er with the flim-flam drops to the knot\nTen o'clock, is a motherf**in gank move\nStretch is Uptown, clockin weight the sh** is real smooth\nA n***a's tryin to play me like he know me but he don't\nSittin on ten keys, I'ma get him, think I won't?\nMy n***a 2Pac, got the f**in Glock co*ked, and he's ready\nWhen the kid, didn't even bring the weight bag, instead he\nwelcomed us, into his apartment\nOh this even better, two to the head, he's dead a clean get-a-WAY!\nn***az got PAID!\nAnd yet another sleepin a** n***a got slayed, word up\nBy a crooked motherf**er named Stretch\nAnd the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch..\n[Pac]\nThe crooked a** n***az\n[Eazy]\nCriminal behaviour..\n[Pac]\nYeah.. ya don't stop!\nCrooked a** n***az \n\n\n\n[Eazy]\nCriminal.. criminal behaviour\n[Cube]\nSuddenly I see, some n***az that I don't like\n[2Pac]\nNow I could be a crooked n***a too\nWhen I'm rollin with my crew, watch what crooked n***az, do!\nI got a nine millimeter Glock pistol\nI'm ready to get witcha at the drop, of a whistle\nSo make your move, and act like you wanna flip\nI fire thirteen shots, and pop another clip\nI bring luck, my Glock's like a f**in mop\nThe more I shot, the more motherf**ers dropped\nAnd even cops got shot when they rolled up\nBest to bring a knot, or get popped, I'm a soldier\nI ain't the type to fetch ya, ask Stretch, he's my witness\nSmoke til I'm blitzed, f** a motherf**in piss test\nI'm trigger happy, try to 'tack me and I'll drop you quick\nLong as I got a clip I got some sh** to hit em with\nThe n***a k**er I get iller when the sh** gets thick\nMy brain flips, I start thinkin like a lunatic\nI rip sh**, came equipped with a bigger crew\nI thought these n***az knew, I'm a crooked n***a too\n[Eazy]\nCriminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour\n[2Pac]\nCrooked\n[2Pac]\nCrooked a** n***az come in all shapes and sizes\nThey wear disguises, backstabbin's what they specialize in\nThey'll try to getcha, they'll sweatcha to get in the picture\nAnd then they hitcha, son of a b**h! Now he's richer\nCrooked a** n***a..\n[Eazy]\nCriminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour\n[Cube]\nSuddenly I see, some n***az that I don't like\n[Eazy]\nCriminal behaviour\nCriminal, criminal, crim\nCrim-criminal behaviour\nCriminal behaviour, criminal behaviour..\n[machine gun fires]\n\"Suddenly I see, some n***az that I don't like\" - [Ice Cube]\n[machine gun fires]\n\"Suddenly I see, some n***az that I don't like\" - [Ice Cube]\n[machine gun fires]\n\"Suddenly I see, some n***az that I don't like\" - [Ice Cube]\n[Eazy]\nCriminal behaviour\nCriminal, criminal, crim\nCrim-criminal behaviour\nCriminal beha.. crima-crima-crima\nCrim-crim, criminal behaviour\nCriminal behaviour..\n\"Suddenly I see, some n***az that I don't like\" - [Ice Cube]\n[machine gun fires] \"Got him!\" - [Dr. Dre]\n\"Suddenly I see, some n***az that I don't like\" - [Ice Cube]\n[machine gun fires] \"Got him!\" - [Dr. Dre]\n\"Suddenly I see, some n***az that I don't like\" - [Ice Cube]\n[machine gun fires] \"Got him!\" - [Dr. Dre]",
    "2pac - Crooked n***a Too lyrics": "Yeah n***a, yo Pac, that's right\nYo, I heard you got beat up by the police\nGot a big fat lawsuit and everything, yeah\nn***az just wanna know\nIf your still gonna be on some crooked a** n***a sh** Please tell me what's a n***a to do and it's true\nAin't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through\nNow first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed\nA loaded AK47 layin' on my hips so don't trip One motherf**er from the underground\nAnd Big Stretch buckin' n***az if they f** around\nYo, why ya'll got beef with police?\nAin't that a b**h them motherf**ers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep\nAnd my sheets are 3 feet deep\nI guess it's hard for you to see, but now I'm pointin' the finger at police\nInstead of motherf**ers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol\nAnd when them punk motherf**ers get to trippin' I got sh** too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nOoh, you can't f** with the crew, a crooked n***a too You know you really can't say that you blame n***az\nf** bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz\n2pac'll spark a revolution, f** the constitution\nI want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem\nTime to face the n***az from South Central\nOakland, Brooklyn and Harlem\nAnd we ain't shootin' at each other, f** no\nThat's a motherf**in' brother so save two, run for cover And other b**hes from the clan\nCome feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack \n\n\n\nAnd I don't drink St. Ides, f** that\nGenuine draft ganja-ganja and my f**in' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober\nCobra\nAnd n***az will take the world over, it's all up to you, up to you\nBlame the Korean, f** that, I'll be a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nOoh, you can't f** with the crew, a crooked n***a too Pardon me [Incomprehensible] God has been kind and\nTry me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G\nThey got my homies in a jail cell\nNow it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with lo'ced out brothers\nAnd nothin' but love for each other\nSo motherf**er make a motion\nI give a f**, slice you up, and throw your a** in the ocean Temperatures drop, see it's cool to shoot a n***a\nBut they hate it when we pop the cops\nThat's when they gettin' petrol\nYou better watch your step or you'll be left on d**hrow But I learned to look ahead of me\nStay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy\nWe blowin' up precincts and you can't f** with the crew\nA crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nOoh, you can't f** with the crew, a crooked n***a too",
    "2pac - Crooked n***a Too (Raphael Saadiq Remix) lyrics": "Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police\nGot a big fat lawsuit and everything\nn***as just wanna know\nIf you still gon' be on some crooked-a** sheeeit\n[2Pac]\nPlease tell me what's a n***a to do, and it's true\nAin't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through\nNow first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed\nA loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip\nOne motherf**er from the Underground\nAnd Big Stretch buckin n***as if they f** around\nYo why I got beef with police?\nAin't that a b**h that motherf**ers got a beef with me\nThey make it hard for me to sleep\nI wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep\nI guess it's hard for you to see\nBut now I'm pointin the finger at police\nInstead of them motherf**ers blamin me\nI got the right to bear a pistol\nAnd when the punk motherf**ers get to trippin I got sh** too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth (hell yeah)\nBut until then, I gotta do what I do\nAnd stay a crooked n***a too\n[Hook: Raphael Saadiq]\nI've got to do, what I'm gon' do\nI'm gon' say what I'm gon' say\nI'm gon' live how I live - how else you want a n***a to live?\nI'm gon' do, what I do\nI'm gon' say, what I say\nI'm gon' live how I live - how do you want a n***a to live?\n[2Pac]\nY'know you really can't say that ya blame n***as\nf** bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers\n2Pac'll spark a revolution, f** the Constitution\nI want my bucks for restitution\nThis time you got a bigger problem\nTime to face the n***as from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem\nAnd we ain't shootin at each other \n\n\n\nThat's my motherf**in brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover\nAnd all the b**hes from the Klan\nCome feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and\nI don't drink St. Ides (f** that!)\nGenuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my f**in tec-9\nThey know they scared to see us sober\nStop drinkin King Cobra, and n***as'll take the world over\nIt's all up to you (up to you)\nBlame the Korean, blame the j**, or be a crooked n***a too\n[Hook]\n[2Pac]\nAiyyo! Why me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me\nI'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G\nThey got my homies in a jail cell\nAnd it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell\nI got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers\nAnd nuttin but love for each other\nSo motherf**er make a motion\nI give a f**, slice you up, and throw your a** in the ocean\nTemperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a n***a\nBut they hate it when we pop the cops\nThat's when they gettin petrol\nYou better watch your step or you'll be left on d**h row\nBut I learn to look ahead of me\nStay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy\nWe blowin up precincts and OOOH\nYou can't f** with the crew, of crooked n***a too\n[Hook]\n[Raphael Saadiq]\nIt's the coldest town from here to Georgia\n(I'm a crooked n***a too)\nIt's the coldest town from here to Georgia\nIt's the coldest town from here to Georgia\n(I'm a crooked.. crooked n***a too)\nIt's the coldest town from here to Georgia\nY'all gon' stop f**in with me\n[Hook] - repeat to fade",
    "2pac - Crooked n***a Too [raphael Saadiq Remix] [mix] lyrics": "Yeah n***a, yo Pac, that's right\nYo, I heard you got beat up by the police\nGot a big fat lawsuit and everything, yeah\nn***az just wanna know\nIf your still gonna be on some crooked a** n***a sh** Please tell me what's a n***a to do and it's true\nAin't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through\nNow first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed\nA loaded AK47 layin' on my hips so don't trip One motherf**er from the underground\nAnd Big Stretch buckin' n***az if they f** around\nYo, why ya'll got beef with police?\nAin't that a b**h them motherf**ers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep\nAnd my sheets are 3 feet deep\nI guess it's hard for you to see, but now I'm pointin' the finger at police\nInstead of motherf**ers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol\nAnd when them punk motherf**ers get to trippin' I got sh** too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nOoh, you can't f** with the crew, a crooked n***a too You know you really can't say that you blame n***az\nf** bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz\n2pac'll spark a revolution, f** the constitution\nI want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem\nTime to face the n***az from South Central\nOakland, Brooklyn and Harlem\nAnd we ain't shootin' at each other, f** no\nThat's a motherf**in' brother so save two, run for cover And other b**hes from the clan\nCome feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack \n\n\n\nAnd I don't drink St. Ides, f** that\nGenuine draft ganja-ganja and my f**in' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober\nCobra\nAnd n***az will take the world over, it's all up to you, up to you\nBlame the Korean, f** that, I'll be a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nOoh, you can't f** with the crew, a crooked n***a too Pardon me [Incomprehensible] God has been kind and\nTry me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G\nThey got my homies in a jail cell\nNow it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with lo'ced out brothers\nAnd nothin' but love for each other\nSo motherf**er make a motion\nI give a f**, slice you up, and throw your a** in the ocean Temperatures drop, see it's cool to shoot a n***a\nBut they hate it when we pop the cops\nThat's when they gettin' petrol\nYou better watch your step or you'll be left on d**hrow But I learned to look ahead of me\nStay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy\nWe blowin' up precincts and you can't f** with the crew\nA crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nOoh, you can't f** with the crew, a crooked n***a too",
    "2pac - Cupid's Smile II lyrics": "I ran outside 2 feel the rain\nand I stayed outside awhile\nWhen the rain was done along came the sun \n\n\n\nand this was Cupid's Smile!",
    "2pac - d**h Around The Corner lyrics": "[Child:] Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?\n[Mother:] I know what's wrong with that crazy motherf**er\nHe's just stand by the goddamn window\nwith that f**in' AK all day\nYou don't work, you don't f**, you don't,\nyou don't do a goddamn thing\nI see d**h around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive\nIn the city where the skinny n***as die\nIf they bury me, bury me as a G n***a, no need to worry\nI expect retaliation in a hurry\nI see d**h around the- corner, anyday\nTrying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway\nStrugglin and strivin, my destiny's to die\nKeep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes\nIn a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy\nMadder than a motherf**er, they never shoulda had me\nI guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me\nGot me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy\nAm I paranoid? - Tell me the truth\nI'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot\nRan out of endo and my mind can't take the stress,\nI'm out of breath\nMake me wanna k** my damn self,\nbut I see d**h around the corner\n[Chorus]\n(When we were kids, belonging felt good)\nI see d**h around the corner\n(But having respect, that feels even better)\nI see d**h around the corner\n(When we were kids, belonging felt good)\nI see d**h around the corner\n(But having respect, that feels even better)\nI see d**h around the corner,\nthe pressure's getting to me\nI no longer trust my homies,\nthem phonies tried to do me\nSmoking too much weed,\ngot me paranoid, stressed\nPack a gat and my vest,\nunder my clothes when I dress\nHere's hopin I die the way I lived,\nstraight thuggin'\nHuggin' my trigger for all them n***as\nwho was buggin'\nMy homie told me once,\ndon't you trust them other s**ers\nThey fought like they your homies\nbut they phony motherf**ers \n\n\n\nAnd even if I did die young, who cares\nAll I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares\nI got homies in my head\nwho done pa**ed away screamin, please\nYoung n***a, make Gs\nI can't give up, although I'm hopeless,\nI think my mind's gone\nAll I can do is get my grind on, d**h around the corner\n[Chorus]\nI was raised in the city, sh**ty\nEver since I was an itty bitty kitty\nDrinkin' liquor out my momma's titty\nAnd smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household,\nAnd drinking liquor til' you out cold\nAnd tho' i'm gone now, n***a it's still on- Pow\nBustin on them n***as til they gone\nHow many more jealous a** b**hes, comin for my riches\nNow I gotta stay suspicious when I bone\nCause if I ain't sharp and heartless,\nthem b**hes will start sh**\nExcuse me, but this is where we part b**h\nNo more game for free, please explain to me\nWhy n***as trip b**h, who you came to see?\nMurderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops\nI got homies that will hunt you til you drop\nI hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G\nAnd gettin high was a way of gettin free\nI see d**h around the corner\n[Chorus]\nThis is for all the real mothaf**in n***as out there\nI know you ain't scared to die\nWe all gotta go, ya know ?\nA real motherf**er will pick the time he goes\nAnd make sure he handles his motherf**in business\nY'all n***as stop acting like pussies out there,\nall right\n[Movie bites]\nI'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that\nI want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground\nI want to got there in the middle of the night,\nI wanna piss on his head\nI want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground\nI want to got there in the middle of the night,\nI wanna piss on his head\nI want that sonova b**h dead, I want him dead\nI want him dead, I don't care",
    "2pac - d**h Of A True Thug lyrics": "Cause they're bragging, telling the f**ers in jail yo, we just got pumped woo\nAnd that's why we don't do it, I know what I'm doing, imma destroy 'em\n[Verse 1]\nGot some static for some n***as on the other side of town\nLet my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now\nWhat they want from us motherf**in thug n***as?\nUsed to love n***as now I plug n***as, and slug n***as\nAm I wrong? n***as makin songs, tryin to get with us\nMust be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust\nTo the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come\nShinin back to brighten up the sky, many die\nHeard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look b**h!\nI cut yo' face, this ain't no motherf**in movie\nTHEN! We watch the other two die slow\nCastrated entertainin at my motherf**in sideshow\nBAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes\nI can't stand you hoes, uhh\nNow label this my f**in trick shot\nMy lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop\nWhen we RIDE\n[Hook]\nAnd if I die by a slug, the d**h of a true thug\nTell me will my n***as mourn me?\nThe d**h of a true thug\nAnd still, we try to change the past, in vain\nNever knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed\nAnd if I die by a slug, the d**h of a true thug\nTell me will my n***as mourn me?\nThe d**h of a true thug\nA man of military means in my artillery\nWatchin over me through every murder scene\n[Verse 2]\nCome take a journey through my mind's eye\nYou crossed the game, don't explain, n***a time to die, say goodbye\nWatch my eyes when I pull the trigger\nSo right before you die you bow before a bigga n***a, now dry yo' eyes \n\n\n\nYou was HEARTLESS on yo' hits\nn***as love to scream peace after they start some sh** - pay attention\nHere's a word to those that robbed me\nI murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Don't f** with me\nn***a you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell?\nSee me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell\nHow many n***as wanna be involved?\nSee I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll k** allay'all, then ball\nThen tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed\nf** around and get tossed up, by the f**in Outlawz\nBefore I leave, make sure everybody HEARD\nKnow I meant, EVERY MOTHERfu*kIN WORD\n[Hook]\nAnd if I die by a slug, the d**h of a true thug\nTell me will my n***as mourn me?\nThe d**h of a true thug\nAnd still, we try to change the past, in vain\nNever knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed\nAnd if I die by a slug, the d**h of a true thug\nTell me will my n***as mourn me?\nThe d**h of a true thug\nA man of military means in my artillery\nWatchin over me through every murder scene\nI really didn't believe until I got shot that no black person would shoot me\nI was their representative, they would never harm me\n[Hook] x2\nAnd if I die by a slug, the d**h of a true thug\nTell me will my n***as mourn me?\nThe d**h of a true thug\nAnd still, we try to change the past, in vain\nNever knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed\nAnd if I die by a slug, the d**h of a true thug\nTell me will my n***as mourn me?\nThe d**h of a true thug\nA man of military means in my artillery\nWatchin' over me through every murder scene",
    "2pac - d**h Rizzo lyrics": "(Verse 1)\nHold up...\nI'm just coming to blow ya mind with the flow\nKnow what?\nn***as is hatin' cuz I signed with tha Row\nSo what?\nY'all been tryin' to stop mine on the low\nI climb in the fo'\nLet the Glock pop... nine in a row\nIf I catch you after eleven\nI'mma have to point an acurate weapon\nAt your acura legend\nAnd clap you with seven\nI'm crazier than servin' crack to a reverend\nPlus, I ruin your career\nLike if the news camera catch you with Tevin\nUgh! Just gimme your rifle and vision\nI stiffle your mission\nSwing and hit n***as hard as motorcycle collisions\nWatch your a**, like you Michael in prison\nThere's so many weak wick-whack\nRecycle-rap n***as\nI'm liable to diss 'em\nEven though, they scared of testin' me now\nQuit playin' games, you \"Got Beef?\"\n\"Say My Name,\" like you Destiny's Child\nFirst off all, let's get a few things straight:\nThis d**h Row and I'm the new teammate\nn***a, your crew seen fate\nWe drop it fast\nWatchin' bodies get carried like shoppin' bags\nI ain't seen y'all up in the 'hood since n***as was rockin' Shaq's\nStandin' by this hot n***a, your s'pose to burn\nLets make a toast to d**h Row's return\nYa heard?\n(Chorus)\nAct like you knizzo, n***a this d**h Rizzo\nn***as throw ya hands up, b**hes get on the flizzo\nBangin' on you bustas in the two-triple-izzo\nKickin' in the dizzo\nAnd that's so for shizzo\n(2 times)\n[Crooked I - Verse 2]\nOh... you n***as thought it was over and done?\nI told you a soldier would come\nRun for both of your guns\nWhile you got that chronic smoke in your lungs\nOpen your mail, there's a picture inside, of me... chokin' your son\nYou're broke than a bum \n\n\n\nNeed to rap over some fatter samples\nYou Roger Troutman... out-settin' a bad example\nIn fact, should of had you gaffled, in back of the tabernacle\nWhen you was tryin' to have ??? s** from that tramp\nWith the adam's apple\nI never understood why they was hatin' on Crook'\nIt's all just good cause the whole 'hood was waitin' on Crook'\nI don't battle rap groups\nI put switches on Cadilac Coupes\nn***a, that's how the strap shoots\nI still... beat the hell outta fat dukes\nWhile you cowards act cute\nI teach these rap, soup-eatin' n***as how to stack loot\nGats to tuck\nCan't tell you cats enough\nThe first thug label in the world, that's wussup...\nIt's d**h Rizzo\n(Chorus)\n(Verse 3)\nYo... we still crackin' and smashin' for some real action\nI'm still the best thing to happen to L.A. since Phil Jackson\nSo all of you marks tuck in your chain\nOr on your next video shoot, you'll be be lookin' like you just got jumped\nIn the game\nFor the Row... it's nothin' to bang\nf**in' ya game\nThuggin' the same\nLovin' the game\nYou catch a slug in your brain!\nYou'll be alive at 5:25 and dead by 5:30\nCall me a trashman beacuse I always ride dirty\nWe draw crews and clickin' them\nIt's all cool...\nCause y'all fools is all too soft\nWe harder than law school curriculums\nStickin' up 64 victims a minute\nTwistin' ya minute\nBalistic off the most viscious hylosingenics invented\nI drop a line\nRock a rhyme\nShock ya mind\nco*k a nine\nStop ya time\nRob ya blind...\nRhyme 'til the block is mine\nYou can't hit Crooked I; you sound dope\nCause them n***as that wrote your sh**... bit Crooked I\nThis d**h Rizzo\n(Chorus)",
    "2pac - Da Glock Go Bam lyrics": "[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI ain't the one you wanna stand\nMy motherf**in Glock never jam\nDa Glock go bam!\nTo the po po get me if you can\nRollin in a drop top lamb\nDa Glock go bam!\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nSome say my criminal experience is legendary\nI do what's necessary\nn***as wanna see me buried\nWorried, if you comin' hurried\nI ain't goin' down, f** the world I'm a thug\nTell 'em can't nothin' stop me but a slug\nI went from drug dealin' to a shot caller\nFrom off the block, no longer rock\nAnd puttin' money in my pocket, nationwide baller\nb**h n***a I'm prepared to die, Before I fry\nI hit the weed so I be forever high\nMy eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee\nI open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed\nb**hes don't wanna see me leave, forever thuggin'\nTell 'em bury me a G on everything I love\nAnd f** the law cause the raw n***as ain't free\nThis picture's clear but we can't see, hahaha\nThis game is jealousy, Don't let 'em change\nThat's what they keep on tellin' me, motherf** the fame\n[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI ain't the one you wanna stand\nMy motherf**in Glock never jam\nDa Glock go bam!\nTo the po po get me if you can\nRollin in a drop top lamb \n\n\n\nDa Glock go bam!\n[Verse 2: Hopsin]\nBounce like a trampoline, thousands that's amped as me\nKids run up on your school campus slap a dean\nI grew up on baggy jeans, p**nographic nasty dreams\nMoral of my damn story life, isn't a happy scene\nWish I was stacking cream, wish I had a Lamborghini\nWish I had the cover on a Rolling Stones magazine\nI'm sick of the radio playing all these f*ggot teens\nKeep it real, show me something ill that I haven't seen\nFor ten years I've been working on ill flows\nAnd finally got a f**ing record deal and I'm still broke\nMan that's not common, bombs that I'm dropping\nAre dope, but all that I can afford is some top Ramen\nI notice that ya'll n***as like to dumb the stats\nI should stomp your a** out until your lungs collapse\nNo more corny cowabunga rap, we done with that\nIt's a rap, keep it up and get your tongue detached\nCome on\n[Hook x4: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]\nI ain't the one you wanna stand\nMy motherf**in Glock never jam\nDa Glock go bam!\nTo the po po get me if you can\nRollin in a drop top lamb\nDa Glock go bam!\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nBAM!\nBAM!\nB-B-B-BAM!\nThe Glock go bam!\nBam!\nBAM!\nBAM!\nB-B-B-BAM!",
    "2pac - Danger Times lyrics": "[Intro]\nDanger times, danger times, danger times, danger times\nDanger times, danger times, danger times, danger times\n[Verse 1: Majesty]\nIt's on, a dead body found wrapped in the carpet\nA healthy pretty baby found cryin' in the garbage\nWalk your dog, she pees on the sidewalk\nNo movies no clubs, cause you're bound to get caught\nIn the mix, runnin' for your life, time to get home\nSee somebody fool caught a straight to the dome\nFor no reason, d**h is still the season\nEverybody's scared, leave the body bleedin'\nPeople runnin' frantic, cause the shots are still ringin'\nThese damn thugs, just won't stop the gun slingin'\nHavin' fun in these days, you gotta wear a vest\n1-2-5 in the summer's like the Wild West\nSomething jump off a n***a cap, everybody cap\nWorst about it is every f**in' body's strapped\nAll you can do is cross your fingers and hope you're lucky\nI see you used ta wear a laugh or grab her a**es chokin'\nBut if I'm ok when the shots stop, not layin' in blood\nHop in my ride, tryin' to slide with these scared thugs\nDangerous times, dangerous days, dangerous nights\nEverywhere we go the danger's never out of sight\nJunior high school in '86 and '87\nThey had 38's and '94 is Mack 11's\nWhat the hell is goin' on God? Pa** the indo\nWhat the hell they k**in' over Nintendo?\nI think the world is endin', and AIDS is the plague\nSo you can die later if you don't die today\nMothers cryin', can't understand it\nTheir kids gone and even reach a man yet\nI try to free the hip hop when I rapping lines\nBut everytime I try, it ends up being crime time\nGo to school, go to the movies, go to the club, go to the store\nTurn on the news, it's like were livin' in a war\nNo one to trust, the cops are the f**in' crooks\nIn these days, they ain't goin' by the books\nProceed with caution, if you're not you're lost\nIn these f**ed up times they have no remorse in\nGet twisted, the last thing on your mind\nYou got caught kid, livin' in these danger times\n[Hook]\nIt's that reality (dan-danger times...)\nIt's that reality (dan-danger times...)\nIt's that reality (dan-danger times...)\nIt's that reality (dan-danger times...) \n\n\n\n[Verse 2: Stretch]\nYo I'm ridin' through the back streets\nBumpin' black beats, stop where the n***as sellin' crack be\nSay w'sup to my neighborhood dealers\nn***as rollin' cee-lo , local car stealers\nNarcs cruisin' by, they wanna lock us on the way\nNo eye contact, we wanna lead them astray\nBut the n***a's in the backseat lookin' like a snitch though\nCops hookin' up, lookin' like a little b**h yo\nSo you know I'm back dro\nCan't get caught in the mix\nBy these fake trouble cops and they crooked a** tricks\nAnd uh, hold up yo, n***as rollin' up, for what?\nI don't know, but they was busters so I gives a f**\nPop a man in his f**in' dome had to yank for chrome\nI forgot it, I was lurkin' in the red zone\nWhen the smoke cleared, I see my man was dead\nAnd the cops on the corner, then a muthaf**a fled the scene\nIt's gotta be a dream yo I'm buggin'\nI [?] the scene, lookin' mean mad muggin' muthaf**a\nThat I be from the streets\nFor the first thing jump, I got my hand on my heat\nYo it's danger times\n[Hook]\nIt's that reality (dan-danger times...)\nIt's that reality (dan-danger times...) [n***a, danger times]\nIt's that reality (dan-danger times...)\nIt's that reality (dan-danger times...)\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nYo, will I, live or die?\nI don't know cause it's stranger times\nI'm too high to read the muthaf**in' danger signs\nn***as all on my phone talkin' major sh**\nAnd you mad cause I don't wanna page you, b**h\nNow quit being quick to flip\nMy n***as dyin' over small time triflin' sh**\nSo I ain't got time for these you know whats\nOn the nuts of a n***a makin' major bucks\nSome are lost, runnin' from the police force\nNew York's finest, comin' right behind us\nMind flippin' off the Moet that a n***a's sippin'\nOpen fire on them b**hes if they get to trippin'\nMob on the scene with the Squad from Queens\nDrinkin' Hennessy, muthaf**in' cops are green\nPlus the mini 14 for the punks wit' funk\nDrop the trunk on them silly b**hes, blast them punks\n[Hook]\nIt's that reality (dan-danger times...)\nIt's that reality (dan-danger times...)\nIt's that reality (dan-danger times...)\nIt's that reality (dan-danger times...)",
    "2pac - Days of a criminal lyrics": "[Chorus]\n(born in the days of a Criminal)\nBorn in the days of a Criminal\n(Criminal, criminal, criminal)\nBorn in the days of a Criminal\n(criminal, criminal, criminal)\n[Verse 1]\nBorn in the the days of a criminal\nRunnin' from the cops and can't let 'em see me\nSo I'm hopin' out the Benz\nIt's time to let the vallet step\nGotta make my ends, so business on the undertip\nAll coppers will get dropped, so tell them not to f** with me\nIf Oakland gets too hot, I'm headed for Marin City\nThough hunted like a fugitive, those punks will never capture me\nTEC-9 on my side, oh stay in back of me\nI'm black from head to toe, I move and there's a silence\nThe smoothest criminal, a lunatic for violence\nSo I be taken no shorts, when the sh** get scandalous\nRippin' of this vest see, so n***a we can handle this\nRun up and get smacked up, packed up and smacked down\nI'm a playa, there's more in the J town\nb**hes wanna jock, and run they hands all in my hair\nHo give up the co*k, or you can get up outta here\nI'm livin' like a mack, the narcist will be minimal\nn***as gettin' jacked with they cap peeled back\nIn the days, of a criminal\n[Chorus]\n(Criminal, criminal, criminal)\nBorn in the days of a Criminal (all in the days of a Criminal)\nBorn in the days of a Criminal, Born in the days of a Criminal\n(all in the days of a Criminal)\n[Verse 2]\nI'm kickin' kilos but I start of with a quarter ounce\nServin' with weight cause, every little dollar counts\nMakin' my grits and tryin' to get my mail on\nSo f** a cop he get dropped if he steps wrong\nI'm the bad guy, everybody points at me\nBut f** 'em, all, as long as the triggaz happy\nMakin' my cash flow, but how long will it last though\nPimpin' ain't easy but I still leavin' your a** broke\nPa** the vapors as the papers will be comin' in\nI give the cuts and give a f** about being a friend\nb**h I'm a playa got no time to be bothered with\nHavin' no babies in no long term relationships\nBecause a b**h will be a b**h no matter what you say\nThat's why I f** 'em, bust a nut, and I'm on my way\nSoon as I finish I'll be glad I even f**ed a who*e\nCause she'll be blowin' up my beeper before I shut the door \n\n\n\nBut f** a b**h I keep my mind on my drink cause yo\nThat's how I'm livin' in the days, of a criminal\n[Chorus]\n(Criminal, criminal, criminal)\nIt's the menace of Marin\n(all in the days of a Criminal)\nIt's the menace of Marin\n(Criminal, criminal, criminal)\nIt's the menace of Marin\n(all in the days of a Criminal)\n[Verse 3]\nIt's the menace of Marin, I k**, I k** again\nAin't nothing funny about the game the game I'm rollin' in\nYou got a problem with it, Mr. handle yours\nI ain't no joke, I'll have you broke down to your draws\nI'm trigga happy and I give less than a f**\nLove me or hate me I'mma show nough rip sh** up\nIt's Mr. nothin', nice on the mic stand\nMic in the left and the zest in my right hand\nI took a puff had enough now, hold up\nIf that was endo, n***as gettin' rolled up\nYou think not, get dropped we can handle this\nCause 2Pac brain locked on the cannabis\nDays are dangerous, shoot 'em but you can't miss\nI never trip off your b**h cause she scandalous\nNow come and get a good look at the crook, who\nLives his life in the streets of the jungle\nSome call me animal, tell me how you figure though\nPut 'em in the nimp, in the days of a criminal\n[Chorus]\n(criminal, criminal, criminal)\n(all in the days of a criminal) (born in the days of a )\n(criminal, criminal, criminal)\n(all in the days of a criminal) (born in the days of a criminal)\n(criminal, criminal, criminal)\n(all in the days of a criminal)\n(criminal, criminal, criminal) (born in the days of a criminal)\n(born in the days of a criminal)\n(born in the days of a)\n(born in the days of a)\n(born in the days of a) (criminal, criminal)\n(born in the days of a)\n(born in the days of a criminal)\n(criminal, criminal, criminal)\n(all in the days of a criminal)\n(criminal, criminal, criminal) born in the days of a\n(all in the days of a criminal)\n(born in the days of a)\n(born in the days of a)\n(born in the days of a criminal)\n(born in the days of a criminal)\n(criminal, criminal, criminal)\n(all in the days of a criminal)\n(criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal)",
    "2pac - Dead Man Walking * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Dead Or Alive (feat. Snoop Dogg) lyrics": "Got me up against the fence\nBack against the wall\nGet to actin' like a fool\nIf ain't no justice for the Dogg\nHave to take it out on all y'all\nBetter read the papers\nAll my homies goin' crazy\nBaby only God can save us\nGot my mind on currency\nHurried, see, I ain't worried\nIt's a gangsta party\nSo, Bad Boy gettin' buried\nSnoop Dogg why they fantasize?\nFantasize\nWhen we ride it's a must, adversaries die\nEvery time\nYes, yes y'all\nNot Short but Snoop Dogg\nAnd you know it's like that y'all\nI'm so smooth about my paper\nCheck it this how it's done\nI'm servin' many on the platter, Snoop Dogg Colione\nColione, Colione\nNow do you know what that mean?\nThe templon don to this hip hop game super supreme\nIt's like what happened can happen\nBut will it?\nStop that won't happen\nI'm feelin' good about the mission for jackin'\nNow yo Pac\nCan you feel me?\nWhy these fools tryin' to k** me?\nIt's so hard to stay focused on me Isley prize\nBut, if I don't\nThen Dogg won't survive, survive\nWe ballin' in my opinion\nEternal it's wild wheel spinnin'\nOnce implemented it's represented for 5 minutes\nTwo of the livest\nWanted dead or alive\nWe riders \n\n\n\nBan us because we inquired and watch the g's rise\nTwo of America's most, straight out the West Coast\nWest Coast\nBow down fool\nThis is d**h Row\nFor life\nBeen waitin' way too long\nFresh out the pen\nNow it's on\nC'mon Snoop Dogg\nTime to bone\nAin't nothin' changed to down a hanger\nSlang or bang words to rhyme\nMe and the homey PAC trippin' d**h Row all nights\nStrong survivor, Eastsider, DPG\nStill creep and crawl through the hood\nAlways involved in the streets\nIt's Doggy Dogg homey\nDid you forget who I was?\nThe bigger homey to you\nThere it is and there it was\nTake a look through the eyes of a G\nAnd just rock to the rhytm of a gangsta jam\nAll my homies tellin', me\nAin't no love for a real G\nStraight cowards\nAll you playahatas k** me\nThrow up your hands, if you feel me\nWe gettin' dollars\nHomey holla, if you hear me\nThis one time for my comrades doin' bad locked down\nFresh out busta\nTime to bounce, drop down\nCan you visualize perfection?\n'Cause every rider in my set\nLabeled a vet\nBest in his profession\nDon't hold your breath\nSleep with Smith n' Wesson\nSteady study your lessons and keep the crowd guessin'",
    "2pac - Deadly Combination lyrics": "[Intro: Ron G - echoing at each break]\nYes, indeed, it's the mix king, Ron G\nI got somethin' the world ain't ready for\nNew York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta\nD.C., Detroit, New Orleans\nY'all know the deal, Flava!!!\n[Interlude: 2Pac]\nHahahahahaha! Yeah, n***a!\nYeah, that's right! Bay-bayy!\nThat's how we do it!\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nFollow me, tell me if you feel me\nI think n***as is tryin' to k** me\nPicturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me\nKeepin' it real, and even if I do conceal\nMy criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel\nSee, n***as is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches\nThat used to be real, but now they petrified b**hes\nI'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me\nListen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me\nConstantly armed, my firepower keep me warm\nI'm trapped in the storm and f** the world 'til I'm gone\nb**hes be warned: word is bond, you'll get torn\nI'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my n***as wrong\nAnd then it's on, before I leave, picture me\nI'm spittin' at punk b**hes and hustlin' to be free\nWatch me set it, n***as don't want it, you can get it \n\n\n\nBet it make these jealous n***as mad I said it\nThis thug life n***a, we don't cater to you hoes\nf** with me and have\nA hundred motherf**ers at yo' do' with fo'-fo's!\nHahahahaha, yeah, n***a! Thug Life!\n[Verse 2: Big L]\nI be that young, pretty, fly, smooth, glorious kid\nA Bad Boy, just like The Notorious B.I.G\nI'll rock a fella, like Shawn Carter\nWith more game than Ron Harper\nThe bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber\nWhile y'all be on the corners bummy and high\nI be out buyin' the finest sh** money can buy\nYou wish you was in a position that I'm in\nHot rhymin', diamonds shinin', autograph signin'\nMy lifestyle is far out\nEvery week bring a different car out\nI go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, huh\n\u2018Cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene\nEvery time I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream\n[Outro: Big L + 2Pac]\nYeah, yeah, Big L, Harlem's finest, yeah\nThat n***a who hold it down for Uptown\nHahahaha! That's how we do it out here\nOn this underground real sh**, n***a, it's the heat, n***a\nNow, rewind this motherf**er\nYou know you can't help it\nDeadly combination, bwoy!",
    "2pac - Deadly Combination (Remix) lyrics": "[2Pac- echoing at each break]\nYeah, n***a, yeah. That's right. Baby. This how we do it\n[2Pac]\nFollow me, tell me if you feel me\nI think n***as is tryin' to k** me\nPicturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points till they drill me\nKeepin' it real, and even if I do conceal\nMy criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel\nSee n***as is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches\nThat used to be real, but now they're petrified b**hes\nI'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me\nListen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me\nConstantly armed, my firepower keep me warm\nI'm trapped in the storm, and f** the world till I'm gone\nb**hes be warned - word is bond, you'll get torn\nI'm bustin' on Guiliani, he rubbin' my n***as wrong\nAnd then it's on, before I leave picture me\nI'm spittin' at punk b**hes and hustlin' to be free\nWatch me set it, n***as don't want it, you can get it\nBet it make these jealous n***as mad I said it\nThis Thug Life n***a, we don't cater to you hoes\nf** with me, have a hundred motherf**ers at yo' do'\nWith fo'-fo's.. hahahahaha, yeah n***a\nThug Life\n[The Notorious B.I.G.]\nI'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates\nf** Him, I didn't wanna go to heaven anyway\nBut my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped\nTalkin' bout some \"praise the Lord\" sh**\nHail Mary, f** her, I never knew her\nI'd probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer \n\n\n\nOur father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black, and mean\nWith the fifth by the Gabardine\nWhat you expected from his next of kin\nI'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican\nI got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen\nA shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm sh**tin'\nThe lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin'\nn***as keep stressin', the same motherf**in' question\nHow many shots does it take, to make my heart stop\nAnd my body start to shake, Ron G, stop the break\n[Big L]\nI be that young, pretty fly, smooth, glorious kid\nA Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G\nI'll Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter\nWith more game than Ron Harper\nThe bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber\nWhile y'all be on the corners bummy and high\nI be out buyin' the finest sh** money can buy\nYou wish you was in a position that I'm in\nHot rhymin', diamonds shinin', autograph signin'\nMy lifestyle is far out\nEvery week, bring a different car out\nI go to nightclubs and buy the bar out\nUh, cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene\nEvery time I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream\nYeah, yeah; Big L, Harlem's finest, yeah\nThat n***a who hold it down for Uptown\n[2Pac]\nHahahaha, this how we do it out here\nOn this underground real sh** n***a, it's the heat n***a\nNow rewind this motherf**er, you know you can't help it\nDeadly combination bwoy",
    "2pac - Dear Mama lyrics": "You are appreciated...\nWhen i was young, me and my mama had beef\n17 years old kicked out on tha streets\nThough back in tha time, i never thought i'd see her face\nAin't a woman alive that can take my momma's place\nSuspended from school, scared ta go home\nI was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules\nShed tears with my baby sister\nOver tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids\nAnd even though we had different daddies\nTha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama\nI reminised on tha stress i caused, it wuz hell\nHugg'en on my mama from a jail cell\nAnd who'ed think in elementary, heeeey i'd see tha penitentiary\nOne day\nRunning from tha police, that's right\nMomma catch me--put a whoop'en to my backside\nAnd even as a crack fiend mama,\nYa always was a black queen mama\nI finally understand for a woman\nIt ain't easy--trying ta raise a man\nYa always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare,\nTell me how ya did it\nThere's no way i can pay ya back\nBut tha plan is ta show ya that i understand.\nYou are appreciated......\nChorus\nLaaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya\nSweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya\nSweeeet laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya\nAin't nobody tell us it wuz fair\nNo luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn't there\nHe pa**ed away and i didn't cry\nCause my anger, wouldn't let me feel for a stranger\nThey say i'm wrong and i'm heartless\nBut all along i wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone\nI hung around with tha thug's and even though they sold d**\nThey showed a young brother luv\nI moved out and started really hang'in\nI needed money of my own so i started slang'in\nI ain't guilty cause, even though i sell rocks\nIt feels good, putting money in your mailbox\n\n\n\nI love paying rent when tha rents due\nI hope ya got tha diamond necklace that i sent to you\nCause when i wuz low, you was there for me\nYa never left me alone, cause ya cared for me\nAnd i can see ya coming home after work late\nYa in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate\nJust working with tha scraps you wuz given\nAnd mama made miracles every thanksgiving\nBut now tha road got rough, your alone\nTrying ta raise two bad kids on your own\nAnd there's no way i can pay ya back\nBut my plan is ta show ya that i understand\nYou are appreciated.....\nChorus\nLaaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya\nSweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya\nSweeeet laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya\nPour out some liquor and i remenise\nCause through tha drama, i can always depend on my mama\nAnd when it seems that i'm hopeless\nYou say tha words that can get me back in focus\nWhen i wuz sick as a little kid\nTa keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did\nAnd all my childhood memories\nAre full of all tha sweet things ya did for me\nAnd even though i act craaaazy\nI got ta thank tha lord that ya maaaade me\nThere are no words that can express how i feel\nYa never kept a secret, always stayed real\nAnd i appreciate how ya raised me\nAnd all tha extra love that ya gave me\nI wish i could take tha pain away\nIf you can make it through tha night, there's a brighter day\nEverything'll be alright if ya hold on\nIt's a struggle\nEveryday gotta roll on\nAnd there's no way i can pay ya back\nBut my plan is ta show ya that i understand\nYou are appreciated.......\nChorus\nLaaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya\nSweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya\nSweeeet laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya, sweeeet laaaady\nLaaaady...[fades]...laaaady\n",
    "2pac - Dear Mama (Italian tribute) lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nQuand'ero piccolo con mamma litigammo\nE me ne andai da casa sedicenne o dopo un anno\nNon l'avessi vista pi\u00f9 oggi chi sarei\nNon c'\u00e8 donna per me importante quanto lei\nSospeso da scuola cacciato da casa ero un pazzo\nCon quelli grandi in giro un brutto andazzo\nDa noi lo sai gi\u00e0 troppi casini\nEd ero troppo grande per andare dai vicini\nAnche se pap\u00e0 \u00e8 un vero tipo in gamba\nAd ogni dramma volevo la mia mamma\nLe ho portato solo stress lo so pensa che\nNon ha voluto fare altri figli dopo me\nE su\u2026 chi l'avrebbe detto mai\nChe crescendo poi le avrei portato ancora guai\nScappando dalla legge e dal lavoro\nMa' riprendimi o mi prenderanno loro\nNon importa chi sei stata - prima\nSe con me sei stata una re-gina\nMi rendo conto che\u2026\nHai preso la tua vita e l'hai dedicata a me\nMa mi chiedo come hai fatto?\nSenza genitori e con un figlio cos\u00ec matto\nPer ripagare tutto ci\u00f2 non c'\u00e8 mezzo no\nNon ha prezzo ma cerco di mostrarti che lo apprezzo\n[Hook \u2013 Reggie Green & \"Sweet Franklin\" + 2Pac]\nLady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama)\nSweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated)\nSweet lady, don't you know we love ya?\n[Verse 2]\nNon si compra quello che m'ha dato lei\nSe lo dicessi a un'altra di sicuro mentirei\nHo ricevuto poco da chi a lungo ho avuto accanto\nE quando - m'hanno abbandonato non ho pianto\nBoh forse sbaglier\u00f2 senza cuore o no\nNessuno m'amer\u00e0 cos\u00ec e lo so\nGiro coi peggio ba*tardi mami per\u00f2\nNon preoccuparti non ti deluder\u00f2\nEd ho iniziato ad allenarmi a confrontarmi\nDirti di non aspettarmi faccio tardi\nFare soldi insultando le madri agli altri\nPer comprare qualcosa da regalarti\nChe posso dire in pi\u00f9 \n\n\n\nTutto quello che so me l'hai insegnato tu\nE quando ero gi\u00f9 solo tu c'eri\nHai fatto molto pi\u00f9 di quello che dovevi\nLavorava dalle otto alle sei\nPoi tornava a casa e faceva tutto lei\nNei periodi bui uova e farina\nUn po' di fantasia mezz'ora e si cucina\nStavi per morire ed io non ero l\u00ec con te\nPoi stavo male io ed eri sempre a fianco a me\nPer ripagare tutto ci\u00f2 non c'\u00e8 mezzo no\nNon ha prezzo ma cerco di mostrarti che lo apprezzo\n[Hook \u2013 Reggie Green & \"Sweet Franklin\" + 2Pac]\nLady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama)\nSweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated)\nSweet lady, don't you know we love ya?\n[Verse 3]\nE divento pi\u00f9 sincero ancora dopo una canna\nHo sempre dipeso da mamma\nSono stato un rapper disoccupato\nAvrei smesso se lei non m'avesse aiutato\nQuando stavo all'ospedale ve lo devo d\u00ec?\nChe l'ho mandata pure a farmi prendere la weed\nNon so i vostri ricordi da piccoli\nMa i miei sono davvero incredibili\nM'hai messo al mondo un po' matto\nMa devo ringraziare dio se l'hai fatto\nNon ci sono parole non basterebbe la poesia\nNiente al mondo sa spiegare quanto tu sia stata real\nE crescendo ho apprezzato\nTutto l'amore in pi\u00f9 che m'hai dato\nVorrei che tu cura**i ogni mia malattia\nE so che se potessi me le strapperesti via\nFino a che saremo insieme sar\u00e0 tutto ok\nSono pronto ad ogni lotta se so che ci sei\nPer ripagare tutto ci\u00f2 non c'\u00e8 mezzo no\nNon ha prezzo ma cerco di mostrarti che lo apprezzo\n[Hook \u2013 Reggie Green & \"Sweet Franklin\" + 2Pac]\nLady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama)\nSweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated)\nSweet lady, don't you know we love ya?",
    "2pac - Dear Mama (Original Version) lyrics": "You are appreciated\nWhen I was young me and my mama had beef\nSeventeen years old kicked out on the streets\nThough back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face\nAin't a woman alive that could take my mama's place\nSuspended from school, and scared to go home, I was a fool\nWith the big boys, breaking all the rules\nI shed tears with my baby sister\nOver the years we was poorer than the other little kids\nAnd even though we had different daddy's, the same drama\nWhen things went wrong we'd blame mama\nI reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell\nHugging on my mama from a jail cell\nAnd who'd think in elementary?\nHey! I see the penitentiary, one day\nAnd running from the police, that's right\nMama catch me, put a whooping to my backside\nAnd even as a crack fiend, mama\nYou always was a black queen, mama\nI finally understand\nFor a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a man\nYou always was committed\nA poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it\nThere's no way I can pay you back\nBut the plan is to show you that I understand\nYou are appreciated\nLady\nDon't ya know we love ya? Sweet lady\nDear mama\nPlace no one above ya, sweet lady\nYou are appreciated\nDon't ya know we love ya?\nNow ain't nobody tell us it was fair\nNo love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there\nHe pa**ed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger\nWouldn't let me feel for a stranger\nThey say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along\nI was looking for a father he was gone\nI hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold d**\nThey showed a young brother love\nI moved out and started really hanging\nI needed money of my own so I started slanging\nI ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks\nIt feels good putting money in your mailbox\nI love paying rent when the rent's due \n\n\n\nI hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you\n'Cause when I was low you was there for me\nAnd never left me alone because you cared for me\nAnd I could see you coming home after work late\nYou're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate\nYa just working with the scraps you was given\nAnd mama made miracles every Thanksgiving\nBut now the road got rough, you're alone\nYou're trying to raise two bad kids on your own\nAnd there's no way I can pay you back\nBut my plan is to show you that I understand\nYou are appreciated\nLady\nDon't ya know we love ya? Sweet lady\nAnd dear mama\nPlace no one above ya, sweet lady\nYou are appreciated\nDon't ya know we love ya?\nPour out some liquor and I reminisce, cause through the drama\nI can always depend on my mama\nAnd when it seems that I'm hopeless\nYou say the words that can get me back in focus\nWhen I was sick as a little kid\nTo keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did\nAnd all my childhood memories\nAre full of all the sweet things you did for me\nAnd even though I act crazy\nI gotta thank the Lord that you made me\nThere are no words that can express how I feel\nYou never kept a secret, always stayed real\nAnd I appreciate, how you raised me\nAnd all the extra love that you gave me\nI wish I could take the pain away\nIf you can make it through the night there's a brighter day\nEverything will be alright if ya hold on\nIt's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on\nAnd there's no way I can pay you back\nBut my plan is to show you that I understand\nYou are appreciated\nLady\nDon't ya know we love ya? Sweet lady\nAnd dear mama\nPlace no one above ya, sweet lady\nYou are appreciated\nDon't ya know we love ya?\nSweet lady\nAnd dear mama\nDear mama\nLady, lady, lady",
    "2pac - Dear Mama (Remix) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nWhen I was young me and my mama had beef\nSeventeen years old kicked out on the streets\nThough back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face\nAin't a woman alive that could take my mama's place\nSuspended from school and scared to go home, I was a fool\nWith the big boys, breakin all the rules\nI shed tears with my baby sister\nOver the years we was poorer than the other little kids\nAnd even though we had different daddy's, the same drama\nWhen things went wrong we'd blame mama\nI reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell\nHuggin on my mama from a jail cell\nAnd who'd think in elementary?\nHey! I see the penitentiary, one day\nAnd runnin from the police, that's right\nMama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside\nAnd even as a crack fiend, mama\nYou always was a black queen, mama\nI finally understand\nFor a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man\nYou always was committed\nA poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it\nThere's no way I can pay you back\nBut the plan is to show you that I understand\nYou are appreciated\n[Hook: Anthony Hamilton & 2Pac]\nDear mama\nDon't you know I love you?\nDear mama\nPlace no one above you\n(Dear mama)\nOh mama, I appreciate you\nAlthough my shadow's gone\nI will never leave you\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nNow ain't nobody tell us it was fair\nNo love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there\nHe pa**ed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger\nWouldn't let me feel for a stranger\nThey say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along\nI was lookin for a father he was gone\nI hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold d**\nThey showed a young brother love\nI moved out and started really hangin\nI needed money of my own so I started slangin \n\n\n\nI ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks\nIt feels good puttin money in your mailbox\nI love payin rent when the rent's due\nI hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you\nCause when I was low you was there for me\nAnd never left me alone because you cared for me\nAnd I could see you comin home after work late\nYou're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate\nYa just workin with the scraps you was given\nAnd mama made miracles every Thanksgiving\nBut now the road got rough, you're alone\nYou're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own\nAnd there's no way I can pay you back\nBut my plan is to show you that I understand\nYou are appreciated\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nPour out some liquor and I reminisce, cause through the drama\nI can always depend on my mama\nAnd when it seems that I'm hopeless\nYou say the words that can get me back in focus\nWhen I was sick as a little kid\nTo keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did\nAnd all my childhood memories\nAre full of all the sweet things you did for me\nAnd even though I act crazy\nI gotta thank the Lord that you made me\nThere are no words that can express how I feel\nYou never kept a secret, always stayed real\nAnd I appreciate, how you raised me\nAnd all the extra love that you gave me\nI wish I could take the pain away\nIf you can make it through the night there's a brighter day\nEverything will be alright if you hold on\nIt's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on\nAnd there's no way I can pay you back\nBut my plan is to show you that I understand\nYou are appreciated\n[Hook]\n[Outro: Anthony Hamilton]\nI appreciate you\nI love you\nI need you\nOh mama\nI love you\nAppreciate you\nI need you\nOh mama\n*fading away*",
    "2pac - Dear Mamma lyrics": "You are appreciated\nWhen I was a youngin' and ma mama had me\nSeventeen years old kicked out on the streets\nThough back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face\nAin't a woman alive that could take my mama's place\nSuspended from school and scared to go home, I was a fool\nWith the big boys, breakin' all the rules\nI shed tears with my baby sister\nOver the years we was poorer than the other little kids\nAnd even though we had different daddy's, the same drama\nWhen things went wrong we'd blame mama\nI reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell\nHuggin' on my mama from a jail cell and high school elementary?\nHey, I see the penitentiary, one day\nAnd runnin' from the police, that's right\nMama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside\nAnd even as a crack theme, mama\nYou always was a black queen, mama\nI finally understand for a woman it ain't easy\nTryin' to raise a man you always was committed\nA poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it\nThere's no way I can pay you back\nBut the plan is to show you that I understand you are appreciated\nLady, don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady\nDear mama, place no one above ya, sweet lady\nYou are appreciated, don't cha know we love ya?\nNow ain't nobody tell us it was fair\nNo love from my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there\nHe pa**ed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger\nWouldn't let me feel for a stranger\nThey say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along\nI was lookin' for a father he was gone\nI hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold d**\nThey showed a young brother love\nI moved out and started really hangin'\nI needed money of my own so I started shaggin'\nI ain't guilty 'cause, even though I sell rocks\nIt feels good puttin' money in your mailbox\nI love payin' rent when the rent's due \n\n\n\nI hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you\n'Cause when I was low you was there for me\nAnd never left me alone because you cared for me\nAnd I could see you comin' home after work late\nYou're in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate\nYa just workin' with the scraps you was given\nAnd mama made miracles every thanksgivin'\nBut now the road got rough, here alone\nYou're tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own\nAnd there's no way I can pay you back\nBut my plan is to show you that I understand you are appreciated\nLady, don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady\nAnd dear mama place no one above ya, sweet lady\nYou are appreciated, don't cha know we love ya?\nPour out some liquor and I reminisce, 'cause through the drama\nI can always depend on my mama\nAnd when it seems that I'm hopeless\nYou say the words that can get me back in focus\nWhen I was sick as a little kid\nTo keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did\nAnd all my childhood memories\nAre full of all the sweet things you did for me\nAnd even though I act crazy\nI gotta thank the Lord that you made me\nThere are no words that can express how I feel\nYou never kept a secret, always stayed real\nAnd I appreciate, how you raised me\nAnd all the extra love that you gave me\nI wish I could take the pain away\nIf you can make it through the night there's a brighter day\nEverything will be alright if ya hold on\nIt's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on\nAnd there's no way I can pay you back\nBut my plan is to show you that I understand you are appreciated\nLady, don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady\nAnd dear mama place no one above ya, sweet lady\nYou are appreciated, don't cha know we love ya?\nSweet lady, and dear mama\nDear mama, lady, lady, lady",
    "2pac - Definition Of A Thug n***a lyrics": "My definition of a thug n***a\nI played the cards i was given\nThank god i'm still livin'\nPack my 9 till it's time to go to prison\nAs i'm bailin' down the block\nThat i come punk (?)\nStill gotta pack a gun\nIn case some young muthaf**as wanna play dumb\nI guess i live life forever jugglin'\nBut i'll be hustlin' till the early morning\n'cause i'm strugglin'\nLike drinkin' liquor\nMake the money come quicker\nGettin' pages from my b**hes\nTime to dick her\nI ain't in love with her\nI just wanna be the one to hit her\nDrop off and let the next n***a get her\nThat's the way it goes\nIt's time to shake a hoe\nMake the doe\nBreak a hoe when it's time to make some mo'\nI keep my finger on the trigga of my glock ridin' down the block\nLickin' shots at the punk a** cops\nAnd spittin' game through my mobile phone\nThe type of sh** to get them hoes to bone\nMy definition of a thug n***a\n(chorus x3)\nTis the season to be servin'\nWhat you doin'?\nMob-mobbin' like a muthaf**a\nWell, i roll with a crew of zoo n***as\nQuick to pull a 9 when it's time to do n***as\nComin' thru\nLike i'm two n***as\nA true n***a f** a zig zag\nRoll me a blunt and pa** the brew n***a\nI'm drivin' drunk on the freeway\nSo take it easy\nLookin' for a new face to skeez man\nEverybody lookin' for a nut\nBut i'm searching for the big bucks\n\n\n\nGive a f**\nRather die than be stuck\nIn a one room shack and\nKickin' back daydreaming with the 9 in my lap\nSo how's that from the mind of a thug n***a\nBought a fo' five cuz i heard that the slug's bigger\nFigure the first muthaf**a to jump\n'll find hisself getting swept off his feet by the pump\nI put that on my moms\nWord to the muthaf**in' trigga\nBefore i go broke i'll be a drug dealer\nA thug n***a\n(chorus x3)\nTis the season to be servin'\nWhat you doin'?\nMob-mobbin' like a muthaf**a\nShort than a muthaf**a\nSnatched up by one-time\nMake a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime\nSo here we go\nWe in the inner city\nI keep my hand on my gat and stay cool\nMy attitude is sh**ty\nn***as don't like me cuz i'm making ends\nRoll in a benz and i blaze a blunt\n'cause i'm all in\nAnd any n***a trying to take what i got\n'll hafta deal with the 16 shot glock\nHuh, so here we go\nI can't be faded\nHappy than a muthaf**a\nFinally made it\nGot my money in my pocket\nFinger on the trigga\nAnd i ain't takin' sh** from no n***as\nI'm just tryin' to make some money aight\nPut some muthaf**in' food in my tummy right\nI'm feeling good like i'm s'posed to\nReady to ball\nFind a spot and we can serve 'em all\nMy definition of a thug n***a.\n",
    "2pac - Deleteit lyrics": "(2Pac)\nY'all ain't never just tripped and pictured\nAnd just looked at the whole situation\nCause once u look at it\nYou know\n(Once you really do)\nThey don't give a f** about us\nThey don't give a f** about us\nThey don't give a f** about us\nIf I choose to ride\nThuggin' till the day I die\nNobody give a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\nSome say n***as is hard headed cause we love to trick\nEquipped with game so we bang wit this thuggish sh**\nI see you trying to hide, Hoping that nobody don't notice\nYou must always remember you're still a member of the hopeless\nSee ya black like me, So you snap like me\nWhen these devils try to plot, Trap our young black seeds\nLook it, Cops are just as crooked as the n***as they chasin'\nLookin' for role models, Our father figures is bases\nSome say they expect Illuminate take my body to sleep\nn***as at the party with they shotties, Just as rowdy as me\nBefore I flee computer chips, I gotta deal wit brothas flippin'\nI don't see no devils bleedin', Only black blood drippin'\nWe can change, whatcha now say?\nI'm watchin' n***as work their lives out without pay (huh)\nWhatever it takes to switch places wit the bustas on top\nI'm bustin' shots make the world stop\nThey don't give a f** about us\nAnd if I choose to ride\nThuggin' till the day I die\nCause they don't give a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\nAnd if I choose to ride\nThuggin' till the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\n(EDI)\nIt's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone\nTime to reflect on what you did cause they saying you wrong\nI'm sure you had your reasons dawg, I don't doubt you\nSee the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a f** about you\nOr them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh)\nNo including yourself, All you want is wealth they perceiving itas greed\nSo as you loaded up that mack and continue to buck 'em\nI was on paper, Thinking they don't give a f** about us\n(2Pac)\nI'm seeing it clearer\nHating the picture in the mirror\nThey claim we inferior\nSo why the f** these devils fear ya?\nI'm watching my nation die, genocide the cause\nExpect a blood bath, The aftermath is y'alls\nI told ya last album, we need help cause we dying\nGive us a chance, help us advance cause we trying\nIgnore my whole plea, watching us in disgust\nAnd then they beg when my guns bust\nThey don't give a f** about us\nAnd if I choose to ride\nThuggin' till the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\nAnd if I choose to ride \n\n\n\nThuggin' till the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\n(Kastro)\nNow all my homies got love for me\nDown to catch a slug for me\nGuaranteed to bleed deeply\nNow that's love, sh**\nNobody else could give a f**\nIf I'm tore down, from the floor down\nSix-feet deep in the cut\nWhat the f** done went wrong\nHow long will I be mourned?\nWhen I'm gone, same song\nAin't gave a f** all along\nAnd who am I to blame 'em?\nJust do or die through the rainin'\nSince they don't give a f**\nI don't, feel what I'm saying?\n(Kadafi)\nNow thug n***as die but multiply in doubles\nWrapped in plastic, Or closed casket for our troubles\nPresent times, We busted like bubbles\nWith the police, This nation's peace sent here to run you\nNow look at what this crooked world has come to\nI grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'\nMan I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain\nSo I spent your time in poor and working\nI see no reason, So I stay ballin' season to season\nWhy you stuck thinking that they give a f**?\n(Napoleon)\nYou tell me my world is in peace, but n***a your lying\nCause half of my n***as, long gone\nBuried in the dirt just for trying\nSometimes I think my block is dying, And that it's awful\nTo wake up to another day, sh** ain't change that awful\nI wake up sweatin', dreamin', coughin'\nSeein' me upside down backwards head twisted\nWhile I'm layin' in the coffin\nThe sh** comes around so often, So tell me something\nBefore I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'\nn***a I been so through pain go through the struggle\nDoin the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin'\nOn the edge of straight bustin'\nWell since you don't give a f**, you frontin'\nAnd I'ma drink my Hennessey like it ain't nothin'\n(2Pac)\nNow if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die\nThey don't give a f** about us\nWhile I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds\nNow they give a f** about us\nThey wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try\nThey don't give a f** about us\nSo while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by\nCause they don't give a f** about us\nNow if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die\nThey don't give a f** about us\nWhile I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds\nNow they give a f** about us\nThey wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try\nThey don't give a f** about us\nSo while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by\nCause they don't give a f** about us\nGet your money n***a get your money!\nRise my nation rise\nThey don't give a f** about us...rise\nGet your a**es on the right path n***a\nThey don't give a f** about us\nGet your money n***a get your money!",
    "2pac - Delinquentes Juvenis BNP lyrics": "[Verso 1: Mahal]\nBeb\u00ea Ninja chega com o bonde\nAs minas se transformam em ninfoman\u00edacas,requebram em transe,deslumbrantes\nEu trago um blunt, e uma garrafa de mezca na perna\nBaby Glock pra qualquer instante estressante\nEnche o balde com frisante\nD\u00e1 um puff no skunk,trank\nEssa dama \u00e9 interessante pra mim\nCom a pele de cetim,queen,finesse\nEss\u00eancia de Flor de Baunilha\nQuero beijar sua pele\nTe botar no colo,e fazer Rap no seu ouvido\nD\u00e1 um puff no White Widow,bebe o mojito e me beija relaxada\nEnxarcada na calcinha...\nQuantas vezes ouvi delas...minha presen\u00e7a \u00e9 sua Beb\u00ea Ninja\n\u00c9 magn\u00e9tica minha rela\u00e7\u00e3o animalistica com as mulheres\nEu dou orgasmos pra elas\nElas me compram Nike,Calvin Klein e Gap\nTenho uma carreira na cama com as damas,outra no Rap\nEu fumo,Eu fumo,Eu fumo,Eu fumo um blunt,fodo as mulheres elegantes,s**ys\nMeu Rap brilhante como diamante,coleto a caixa e cheques\nElas pagam tudo\nN\u00e3o gasto um puto com as minas\nBeb\u00ea Ninja especialista em deixar elas relax sem calcinha\n[Refr\u00e3o]\nOh,meu nome na boca dela vira doce\nCombinado, destilado vem que hoje\nA noite vai ter, a noite vai ter\nCombina\u00e7\u00e3o BNP\nOh,meu nome na boca dela vira doce\nCombinado, destilado vem que hoje\nA noite vai ter, a noite vai ter\nCombina\u00e7\u00e3o BNP\n[Verso 2: Don Nofi]\nMeu bonde t\u00e1 tramado\nDelinquentes reformados\nKamikase bem trajado\nOs menor tudo rataria\n\u00c9 catch a fire,sente a maresia\nO cheiro do puro veneno,exalando a ess\u00eancia que chama a menina\nEssa neblina da marola,t\u00e1 chegando longe\nEu t\u00f4 na m\u00e1xima,e na garrafa t\u00eam bastante\nMulheres amantes,t\u00e3o confiantes,que um dia ser\u00e3o a primeira\nN\u00e3o pa**am apenas de uma brincadeira,que duram somente aquele instante\nSe eu chego no ato,eu mando no verso e no desenrole\nA onda leva normalmente,camar\u00e3o que dorme\nEu sou atividade\nConvivo com o perigo\nSe quer romance,puxa o bonde que n\u00e3o \u00e9 comigo \n\n\n\nSou sincero,papo reto,a**umo tudo que eu falo\nN\u00e3o sou malandro,mas n\u00e3o me misturo com ot\u00e1rio\nCom as ratas da pista eu gasto apenas um pouco do vocabul\u00e1rio\nPra elas o corpo \u00e9 quente,mas o cora\u00e7\u00e3o gelado\n[Refr\u00e3o]\nOh,meu nome na boca dela vira doce\nCombinado, destilado vem que hoje\nA noite vai ter, a noite vai ter\nCombina\u00e7\u00e3o BNP\nOh,meu nome na boca dela vira doce\nCombinado, destilado vem que hoje\nA noite vai ter, a noite vai ter\nCombina\u00e7\u00e3o BNP\n[Verso 3: Makaveli]\nNinfoman\u00edaca, altera\u00e7\u00e3o card\u00edaca\nLadra de cora\u00e7\u00e3o, cleptoman\u00edaca\nVem comigo ali atr\u00e1s\nVai ver do que sou capaz\nSe eu pegar na tua cintura\nSabe que eu n\u00e3o solto mais\nPegada de gorila al\u00e9rgico \u00e0 banana\nDuas pentada comigo mano\nDe fato ela gama\nMulheres travessas, e desiquilibradas\nUma encostada no brinquedo\nElas ficam taradas\nE usam v\u00e1rias paradas\nPra ficar ainda mais quente\nColoco a branca mais pura\nQue deixa a boca dormente\nNum corpo encandecente\nSenta,grita e rebola\nCom o esc\u00e2ndalo que faz\nAcordou geral l\u00e1 fora\nA melhor parte \u00e9 agora\nQuando ela me paga um bola\nE diz que me ver gozar\n\u00c9 a parte que ela adora\nEnt\u00e3o cala a boca e \"vambora\"\nEnquanto perto mais um\nSe ela for mau criada\n\u00c9 p\u00e1 p\u00e1 p\u00e1 no bumbum\nO quarto t\u00e1 m\u00f3 futum\nNo pique sauna \u00e0 vapor\nAvisa l\u00e1 pras amiga\nQue os cachorr\u00e3o volto\nMina me favor?\nTr\u00e1s aquela Cirok\nQue te dou um presente\nQue trouxe em baixo do short\nVoc\u00ea \u00e9 uma mina de sorte\nDe olho no meu malote\nQuerendo s**o expl\u00edcito\nSem censura e sem corte\nTem todo no nosso porte\nEnt\u00e3o relaxa beb\u00ea\nO papai aqui brabo\nE sabe fazer gemer...\n[Refr\u00e3o]\nOh,meu nome na boca dela vira doce\nCombinado, destilado vem que hoje\nA noite vai ter, a noite vai ter\nCombina\u00e7\u00e3o BNP\nOh,meu nome na boca dela vira doce\nCombinado, destilado vem que hoje\nA noite vai ter, a noite vai ter\nCombina\u00e7\u00e3o BNP",
    "2pac - Die Slow lyrics": "[Intro]\nJay Z, come out to play\nHey yo Assa**in, gimme one of them tracks I can just ride on motherf**ers\nWith\nMobb deep.\nn***as talkin' bout we can't rap? n***as must nota' never heard no motherf**in'\nTrack off a d**h row n***a\nDEATH ROW, WESTSIDE\nLet's get it on, daylight or f**in' nightbreak\nMOB\nGo into these n***as, to the motherf**in' d**h\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nCome hell or high water\nDown to slaughter opposes\nJust another lost soul stuck callin' Jehovah\nOutlaw til it's over\nBrandish my strap. black like a cobra\nI stay drunk. cause I'm a MADMAN. whenever sober\nOn a one man mission\nMy ambitions to hold up the rap game\nWhile I pluck holes in n***as like donuts\nAnd still, down to die for all my souljas\nLike hillbillies, they don't feel me, so we FEUD. bringin' war to the city\nWith each breath, d**h before dishonor\nNever let you swallow me, no apologies. your honor\nA general in war, I'm the first to bomb\nWith a squad of trusted k**ers quick to move sh**. heavily armed\nI'm similar to Saddam sometimes I question \"who's sane\"\nLike fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game!\nI hit the scene like sandstorm\nThen transform. WATCH ME!\nI take the figue of thirty n***as who all got me\nWhile b**hes wonderin' who shot me\nNo love. keep a grudge. shootin' slugs like my Muammar Quadaffi\nMurder my friends, built a new posse\nWe takin' shots at paparazzi\nGonna fly now. n***a like Rocky\nYou got a lotta nerve to play me\nAnother gay rapper\nBustin' caps at Jay Z. and still avoid capture\nWhile y'all caught up in' the rapture\nStill after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daiquiris\nNo doubt\nWe used to havin' nothin'\nThen grabbin' somethin' and bustin'\nWanted to be the thug n***a. that my old man wasn't\nI came to a fear of catchin' cases\nLitigation. n***as playa hatin'. got me crooked in all fifty states\nI'm screamin DEATH ROW. throwin' westside. ain't no thing\nWe was raised off driveby's. brought up to bang\nWe claim mob. MOB. if you be specific\nWe control. ALL cash from the Atlantic, Pacific\nAnd get this. I'm hard to k**\nWhile I build with this live spot\nFather. how the hell did I SURVIVE. these five shots?!\nLive it up or give it up\nAnd like DEMONS. late night. hear 'em screamin'\nWE GOIN' ALL OUT!\n[Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi]\nWith money clutchin', bail, come murder man, po's rushin'\nCap tilted to the side, on the lean out the ride bustin'\nOutlaws enforce the secrets of war, but won't abuse it\nBurnt, bury my burners with my dead buddies when I use it\nGive a f** about later. shots warm through the equator\nd**h to you traitors, shots bitin' through your bones like alligator\nPayin' my dues. lookin' for miscellaneous infamous crews\nOld ladies sing the blues. leave them smokin' from they shoes\n[Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean]\nNow with my every wakin' moment\nI'm on a quest to be better, yeah\nPosition myself to prosper state, prepared for whatever\nBut at times, I slip slightly, sh** I ain't afraid to admit it \n\n\n\nTo gone, off that Novocaine, like in too hard to live it\nAnd I'm just a smidgen past my teenage years. into adulthood\nNow I ride with G's finally, knowin' myself good\nAnd it felt good, when I was young but playtime's over\nEDI here take this gun n***a it's over\n[Verse 3: Kastro]\nI piss cold blood, sh** hot liquor out my liver\nSmoke like a tail pipe, and write when I'm bitter\nAll my life I been considered a downright, dirty n***a\nFrom when daddy knocked mama' s twat popped the last drop from the litter\nTell me give the world hell\nBut in hell I give 'em mo'\nAnd I bail outta jail\nScreamin' f** the Po' Po'\nWhen I run to take that enough, from a simple f**\nTo multimillion dollar luck\n[Verse 4: Napolean]\nPlus I think it's time to grab all pistols, wave them sh**s in the air\nCelebrate Outlaw livin' n***a, I wouldn't be here\nTo you d**h is losin', and to me this sh**'s a family reunion\nAnd to hell wit a peace treaty, never call it, cause it wouldn't feed me\nMy wallet. be as empty as the day I got started\nTwelve shots in my pocket, left my n***as departed\nIt's a shame that these snake vultures n***as coldhearted\nIn a dirty world where only God know yo d**h and can call it\n[Verse 5: Young Noble]\nWe thugged out, low cut, Outlawz rush and royal flush\nBomb first kickin' dust. out in Cali, but I ain't in it so much\nMake 'em pay state to state, NJ to CA\nThem cowards felt the weight, and turned feminine like Michel'le\nn***as change they whole style when the outlawz comin'\nA million miles and thuggin'\nYoung Noble.I keep 'em buzzin'\nWhile the rapture. capture this f**in' style that I master\nBringin' terminal disaster. HIT YOU UP when I pa** n***a\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nUS, THE FIRST TO BUST, WHO DO WE TRUST? OUT FOR MOBB DEEP AND JAY Z, DEAD IN\nTHE DUST\nI TOLD YOU PUNKS THAT I WAS AFTER BIGGIE YOU GOT INVOLVED, NOW WE BOUT TO\nBUST ON ALL Y'ALL, GOIN' ALL OUT\nUS, THE FIRST TO BUST, WHO DO WE TRUST? OUT FOR MOBB DEEP AND JAY Z, DEAD IN\nTHE DUST\nI TOLD YOU PUNKS THAT I WAS AFTER BIGGIE, YOU GOT INVOLVED, NOW WE BOUT TO\nBUST ON ALL Y'ALL, GOIN' ALL OUT\nUS, THE FIRST TO BUST, WHO DO WE TRUST? OUT FOR MOBB DEEP AND JAY Z, DEAD IN\nTHE DUST\nI TOLD YOU PUNKS THAT I WAS AFTER PIGGIE YOU GOT INVOLVED, NOW WE BOUT TO\nBUST ON ALL Y'ALL, WESTSIDE, GOIN' ALL OUT\n[Outro]\nJay Z, haha boy you at yo funeral, punk motherf**er\nWESTSIDE, OUTLAW, DEATHROW, MAKAVELI THA DON OUTLAWZ THE CRIMINAL\nDESPERADO'S, WESTSIDE THUG LIVIN'\nDIE, DIE SLOW\n(think my memory ain't bad you about the business)\nDIE, DIE SLOW\n(BANG, you dead)\nDIE, DIE SLOW\n(haha mobb deep, you lil young a** juvenile delinquent)\nDIE, DIE SLOW\n(BANG BANG, you dead)\nDIE, DIE SLOW\n(Biggie, BANG, you dead)\nDIE, DIE SLOW\n(Puffy, BANG, you dead)\nDIE, DIE, DIE SLOW\n(you robbed the game, no need to explain, get outta here)\nDIE, DIE, DIE SLOW\nDIE, DIE, DIE SLOW\nMmh, DIE, DIE SLOW\nMY LABEL, THE NOTORIOUS, UNTOUCHABLE, DEATH ROW",
    "2pac - Die/Dumpin (OG) lyrics": "[Intro]\nLike this\nBlastin', dumpin'\nb**h\n[Verse 1: Gonzoe]\nI got my pistol co*ked and my knife\n'Bout to slice this n***a windpipe\nThrowin' tops, swervin' me on the dice\nn***a thought he was nice with the slickness\nBut the n***a I am, sham, just swift with the quickness (Mark a** b**h)\nRespect the game, the lame n***as die slow\nHustlers fly straight like Frank feared Scarface\nFrom the Glock, the lead waste\nDiggin' out your chest plate up straight\nTrimmin' you from your winge and hit the gate, I'm not waitin'\nThinking between and runnin' on my escape\nHop on the 2-10 and wait for you to retaliate\nThe terrorist doin' on n***as who we {\u200bGlock co*ked}\u200b\nGlock never miss, through your grill here goes my fist\nWhen I slit yo' wrist\nWith the the styles of ruckus south central\nLos scandalous anybody get buckets uh (West side)\nI'm doin' n***as in the rap tussle\nRip out your backbone slow, you go to pieces like a puzzle\nI'm hand on muzzles to you whack MC's\nBlack fitted cap to the back with the Gap jeans to my knees\nn***as under siege, like Seagal they fall\nTo my tactics chin checkin' in charge like chart, I want it all\nThe loot, the chronic, plus the dips\nFirst n***a that flinches catch a bullet from my hip\nIn a rage, serving gauge with my Glock to your grill\nLet the dump-dumps loose, now your brains is on the ceiling n***a\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nMurderous mindstate\nCan't keep my nine straight\nSippin' on this hennessey\nWaitin' for the time to break\nShow up and mothaf**as bow down, recognize\nWest Side, d**h Row, outlaw riders\nUntouchable mob of pistol packers\nWell known felons labeled for drug sellin' merciless jackers\nForever buzzed\nRoll with thugs and dawgs\nCommence to lettin' off rounds\nThen escape in the fog\nWho wanna see me solo?\nCatch Makaveli while he's sleepin'\nMy mini-14 murderin' n***as while they creepin', Uhhh!\nDuck or you a** out!\nDrink 'til you pa** out! (what)\nAin't scared to die\nDrunk drivin' in my Gla**house\nn***as is under me\nThey b**hes come to me\nThey heard the stories n***a\nNow they wanna really see\nBomb first, my motto, is fully guaranteed\nn***as is playahatas\nLabel them my enemies then dumpin'\n[Refrain 1: 2Pac]\nLook out young n***a!\nCause it's time to dump\nI'm versatile ,mothaf**as\nWhat type of rhyme we want?\nn***as got me in they sight\nNow I'm runnin' for my life\nTell me!\nWhat's that, West Side like?\nWest side!\n[Verse 3: Kurupt]\nI'm all about the paper chase cause the paper makes life so great\nPlus, haste makes waste\nAnd I gots the whole spot lock down, concoct styles\nCatch me rollin' all the f** around with the top down (n***a, what?)\nRealest with the microphone \n\n\n\nMost murder masher verbal disaster\nCreator, 38 stasher\nIn the inner zone where the hellraiser roam\nThere is not place like home, TEC-9s and chromes\nGot the heater sequence for the heat to the disperse\nJust in case worse come worst, I dumps first\nSo pump curt curse, it's the curse of the pump pump\nThe one to dump last is the first to get slumped\nIt's the mental temptation, mental a**a**ination\nMy heart skips a beat for the heat sensation\nI'm d**h-defying, b**hes lyin' sayin' I ain't cute\nNow she wants an autograph (Hey, give me an autograph) b**h, I ain't Snoop (What?)\n[Verse 4: Scarlo]\nOne bone b**h ready to go for broke\nHittin' up your marks with my motherf**in' 4\nI'm comin' up about the Hills so feel I'm ready for the static\nAnd n***as on my team is the full flesh automatic\nPlanting all you hoes in your motherf**in' place\nA b**h named Scarlo is steppin' up in your face\nI'm dustin' off you chumps with the .44 slugs\nAnd livin' from the lichter bro I'm ready to pull your plug\nSo, n***a, you wanna jump? You gotta jump little higher\nScarlo, n***a, the miss messiah\nSo b**h you better get a grip on gangs\nYou f**in' with the hillside, mentally insane\nPoint of no return and now my life is on the edge\nBelievin' in my misery I f**ed her in the yeah\nGiuseppe called me up and told me so\nI gotta do a mission on my a** I gotta go\nCause you can run, hide (Hide)\nBut I'm gonna getcha when tryna escape\nYou know my gat won't letcha run, hide\nBut I'm gonna getcha when tryna escape\nYou know my gat won't letcha\nWest side for life\nBiaaaaaatch!\n[Refrain 2: 2Pac]\nI'm dumpin'\nEmpty my gun\nIt's time to run\nCause here come the cops\nI'll be duckin' 'em for blocks\nn***a I'm dumpin'\nEmpty my clip\nForever bustin'\nEast Coast n***a rushin'\nMothaf**a, I'll be dumpin'\n[Verse 5: Nutt-So]\nk**er!\nLoaded them things, n***a, it's time to dump\nSneakin' on n***as that be sleepin' when they a** in the trunk\nYou slipped, then got crept on, now it's ride time\nTo the hills where n***as k** and peel your sh** on skyline\nIt's die time, and can't any n***as save g\nSo kneel to your f**in' knees and feel this 45 fade you\nAimin' for heads, pumpin' lead till I bury you\nn***as be duckin' but I swingin' low like chariot\nNo love, pumpin' slugs like I'm servin' dogs\nBuck buck, now tell your dead homies I said, \"What's up?\"\nLullaby, rock-a-bye, n***a die\nAnd rest in piece, eternal pain from this fire\nMy 45 smoked and broke ya\nAnd nothin' hurt like a dick with his liquid, in his eyes wide open\nGats smokin' no jokin', Bullets to me\nDeleted soul from his core, as he lay, as I was dumpin'",
    "2pac - Dj Screw Chapter 066 - Layed Back Rollin (Disc 1 & 2) lyrics": "Dj Screw Chapter 066 - Layed Back Rollin (Disc 1 & 2)\nTracklist:\nDisc 1\n1. FREESTYLE (BIG MOE)\n2. ATTITUDES (SOUTH CIRCLE)\n3. LUV 4 DA HOOD (MC EIHT)\n4. ni**aS GOT NO HEART (SPICE 1)\n5. co*kTAILS (TOO SHORT)\n6. MACKIN AIN'T EASY (KRISS KROSS)\n7. RESPECT (DOGG POUND) \n\n\n\nDisc 2\n1.KEEP sh*t REAL (MC REN)\n2. OLD SCHOOL sh*t (EASY E)\n3. ALL EYEZ ON ME (2 PAC)\n4. THE ONE (WC & MAAD CIRCLE)\n5. ON TOP OF THE WORLD (8 BALL & MJG)\n6. FOOL I'M A G (D GOTTI)\n7. STRAIGHT KILLA (C BO)\n8. RUN THE STREETS (2 PAC FT OUTLAWS)",
    "2pac - DJ Vlad (16 on d**h Row) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nd**h row\nThat's where mothaf**a's is endin' up\nThis to all my partners in the penitentiaries \n\n\n\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]",
    "2pac - Do For Love lyrics": "do for love\nTurn it up loud\nHahaha, ahahaha, hey man\nYou a little s**er for love, right?\nWord up, hahahahaha\nI shoulda seen\nYou was trouble right from the starrrrt, taught me so many lessons\nHow not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions\nWhen this began we was the perfect match, perhaps\nWe had some problems but we workin at it, and now\nThe arguments are gettin loud, i wanna stay\nBut i can't help from walkin out, just throw it away\nJust take my hand and understand, if you could see\nI never planned to be a man, it just wasn't me\nBut now i'm searchin for commitment, in other arms\nI wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed\nYour attitude was the cause, you got me stressin\nSoon as i opened up the door with your jealous questions\nLike where can i be you're k**in me with your jealousy\nNow my ambition's to be free\nI can't breathe, cause soon as i leave, it's like a trap\nI hear you callin me to come back, i'm a s**a for love\n... that's right, s**a for love\n(chorus) x2\nWhat you won't do, do for love\nYou tried everything, but you don't give up\nJust when i thought i broke away and i'm fellin happy\nYou try to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy\nDon't wanna fall for it, but in this case what could i do? so now i'm back\nTo makin promises to you, tryin to keep it true\nWhat if i'm wrong, a trick to keep me on and on\nTryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin\nI'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin close\nTo packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost\n\n\n\nTell me who knows, a peaceful place where i can go\nTo clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control\nMy heart is sayin leave, oh what a tangle web we weave\nWhen we conspire to conceive, and now\nYou gettin calls at the house, guess you cheatin\nThat's all i need to hear cause i'm leavin, i'm out the do'\nNever no more will you see me, this is the end\nCause now i know you've been cheatin, i'm a s**a for love\n... damn, s**a for love... s**a for love\n... s**a for love\n(chorus)\nNow he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay\nAs you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away\nIt wasn't always a hit and run relationship\nIt use to be love, happieness and companionship\nRemember when i treated you good\nI moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood\nMe and you a happy home, when it was on\nI had a love to call my own\nI shoulda seen you was trouble but i was lost, trapped in your eyes\nPreoccupied with gettin tossed, no need to lie\nYou had a man and i knew it, you told me\nDon't worry bout it we can do it now i'm under pressure\nMake a decision cause i'm waitin, when i'm alone\nI'm on the phone havin secret conversations, huh\nI wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness\nBut i need your faith in me, i'm a s**a for love\n... s**a for love, know you ain't right g but yet i'ma s**a for love\n(chorus)\n... i'ma s**a for love, s**a for love\n... s**a for love\n(chorus) x2\n",
    "2pac - Doggfather lyrics": "It ain't nothin but a Gangsta\nIt ain't nothin but a Gangsta\nIt ain't nothin but a Gangsta\nWhere my n***a 2Pac\nWhats up n***a\nIt ain't nothin but a Gangsta\nIt ain't nothin but a Gangsta\nIt ain't nothin but a Gangsta\nIt ain't nothin but a Gangsta \n\n\n\nParty\nIt ain't nothin but a Gangsta\nParty\nIt ain't nothin but a Gangsta\nParty\nThis ain't nothin but a Gangsta\nParty\nIt ain't nothin but a Gangsta\nParty\nIt ain't nothin but a Gangsta\nParty",
    "2pac - Dolla signs lyrics": "Pink Floyd\nA Momentary Lapse Of Reason \n\n\n\nSigns Of Life\nInstrumental",
    "2pac - Don't Call Me, b**h lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nAct like\nDon't call me b**h, punk n***as and all fakers\nWeak muthaf**as ain't nothin' but playa haters\nTraitors, and all you ever did was hold me down\nSlow me down\nBut everybody knows me now\nSo what you do is sit and think of a plot\nHow the hell can we make money off\nA n***a like 2Pac\nThis sh** dropped and it got me hot\nn***as smiled like a b**h, while I gave you props\nI should have saw it as a tip off\nBut you was riding my dick a little bit and wouldn't get off\nSo I couldn't see the real mission\nCause you smile in my face, and when I leave straight dissin'\nWhat my partna told me\nYo Pac watch yo back everybody ain't ya homey\nShould a saw you as a front and fake\nAn envious snake ready to take my f**in' plate\nGuess ill never have a friend like this\nI clench my fist and let it end like this\nAnd we can handle it the way we must\nBut its dust for a n***a that betrays my trust\nDon't call me b**h\n[Chorus]\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h (call me b**h)\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\n[Verse 2]\nDon't call me b**h\nYou claim to be lady like\nYou wear your clothes so tight\nThat you excite the shady type\nAnd at night girl you're the type to get freaky\nWhen I see you in the daytime you're squeaky\nClean, what i mean is ya can't be a fiend for the green\nAnd expect to get treated like a queen\nCause the brothas on the blocks not havin' it\nLet your fata** pa** lil' scandalous b**h\n(talked to the n***as with the biggest bucks\nNow ya f**ed around and that a** got f**ed)\nI came equipped with some sh** to get ya tipsy\nCause a b**h is a b**h\nShe will use any trick to get me\nAnd last year I used to be a saint\nRunnin' around sayin' trust a b**h but now I can't\nIn 92 im living heartless\nTryin' to make a million out of 14 tracks\nSo don't start sh**\nn***as need to mind they dome\nCause the time is on for them to find they own\nJock a n***a cause he did a major flick\nNow you're mad cause I won't let you page me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\n[Chorus]\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\n[Verse 3]\nI just got paid, but I remain true to my trade\nI worked hard like a slave, fin to rap to the grave\nIts like a rope, I hung it cause I knew I was dope\nWhile others giggled and joked\nI watched and took notes\nNever surrender that was my motto as I keep strong \n\n\n\nSecond best for too long, critics I will prove wrong\nOr dissin' no one would listen, they was dissin'\nMy record wouldn't sell they said somethin' was missin'\nClaim that I was radical, cause I was true to the streets\nBut the streets been true to me\nHow the f** would I look if I changed?\nActin' strange cause I got a lil' fame\nAin't that a b**h, I was born in a beat down shack\nAin't no turnin' back and now I'm makin' stacks\nAnd ever since the movie\nHoes want to pop that coochie\nEvery time it suits me\nAnd still I'm the same\nI haven't changed my name\nStill pledge allegiance to the game\nPledge my life to the ghetto ways, do whatever it\nTakes to get paid a day\nRefuse to lose, never smoke crack\nA mack is a n***a wit the biggest sack\nSo baby pick a winner, don't die and swear\nAs long as that's your hair I'll take you there\nBut don't call me b**h\n[Chorus + 2Pac talking]\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\n[Outro]\nDedicated to the scandalous hoes out there\nDon't call me b**h\nI be seeing you at the clubs you know tryin to sue a n***a\nDon't call me b**h\nAnd to them punk muthaf**az out there (heh)\nDon't call me b**h\nBut I call you big Pac, n***a you playin' me like one so\nYo don't call me b**h\nYeah, and for them muthaf**az that tryin' to get me to sell out, f** is on they muthaf**in' mind, sh**\nDon't call me b**h\nYeah, I told you dont call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nYeah, don't call me b**h\nThis one goes out to my partners in the live squad, ey see y'all?, Black Mafia\nY'all alright you know what I'm sayin'\n5 n***as in this motherf**er, you know what I'm sayin'\nDigital Underground, ron keys and the whole motherf**in' stank\nAny of ya understand what I mean\nBig john motherf**in' singleton in the house, heartless records in the motherf**in' house\nWatch for a n***a on the big screen and you know what I mean\nDon't call me b**h\nWatch muthaf**az trip off of this song\nBut last year he was singing brendas got a baby this year hes sayin' don't call me b**h\nYeah, call me b**h\nSome of you n***as are b**hes too\nSome of you n***as are b**hes too\nSome of you n***as are b**hes too\nYeah, don't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h",
    "2pac - Don't Call Me, b**h (2Fly4Me) lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nAct like\nDon't call me b**h, punk n***as and all fakers\nWeak muthaf**as ain't nothin' but playa haters\nTraitors, and all you ever did was hold me down\nSlow me down\nBut everybody knows me now\nSo what you do is sit and think of a plot\nHow the hell can we make money off\nA n***a like 2Pac\nThis sh** dropped and it got me hot\nn***as smiled like a b**h, while I gave you props\nI should have saw it as a tip off\nBut you was riding my dick a little bit and wouldn't get off\nSo I couldn't see the real mission\nCause you smile in my face, and when I leave straight dissin'\nWhat my partna told me\nYo Pac watch yo back everybody ain't ya homey\nShould a saw you as a front and fake\nAn envious snake ready to take my f**in' plate\nGuess ill never have a friend like this\nI clench my fist and let it end like this\nAnd we can handle it the way we must\nBut its dust for a n***a that betrays my trust\nDon't call me b**h\n[Chorus]\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h (call me b**h)\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\n[Verse 2]\nDon't call me b**h\nYou claim to be lady like\nYou wear your clothes so tight\nThat you excite the shady type\nAnd at night girl you're the type to get freaky\nWhen I see you in the daytime you're squeaky\nClean, what i mean is ya can't be a fiend for the green\nAnd expect to get treated like a queen\nCause the brothas on the blocks not havin' it\nLet your fata** pa** lil' scandalous b**h\n(talked to the n***as with the biggest bucks\nNow ya f**ed around and that a** got f**ed)\nI came equipped with some sh** to get ya tipsy\nCause a b**h is a b**h\nShe will use any trick to get me\nAnd last year I used to be a saint\nRunnin' around sayin' trust a b**h but now I can't\nIn 92 im living heartless\nTryin' to make a million out of 14 tracks\nSo don't start sh**\nn***as need to mind they dome\nCause the time is on for them to find they own\nJock a n***a cause he did a major flick\nNow you're mad cause I won't let you page me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\n[Chorus]\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\n[Verse 3]\nI just got paid, but I remain true to my trade\nI worked hard like a slave, fin to rap to the grave\nIts like a rope, I hung it cause I knew I was dope\nWhile others giggled and joked\nI watched and took notes\nNever surrender that was my motto as I keep strong \n\n\n\nSecond best for too long, critics I will prove wrong\nOr dissin' no one would listen, they was dissin'\nMy record wouldn't sell they said somethin' was missin'\nClaim that I was radical, cause I was true to the streets\nBut the streets been true to me\nHow the f** would I look if I changed?\nActin' strange cause I got a lil' fame\nAin't that a b**h, I was born in a beat down shack\nAin't no turnin' back and now I'm makin' stacks\nAnd ever since the movie\nHoes want to pop that coochie\nEvery time it suits me\nAnd still I'm the same\nI haven't changed my name\nStill pledge allegiance to the game\nPledge my life to the ghetto ways, do whatever it\nTakes to get paid a day\nRefuse to lose, never smoke crack\nA mack is a n***a wit the biggest sack\nSo baby pick a winner, don't die and swear\nAs long as that's your hair I'll take you there\nBut don't call me b**h\n[Chorus + 2Pac talking]\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\n[Outro]\nDedicated to the scandalous hoes out there\nDon't call me b**h\nI be seeing you at the clubs you know tryin to sue a n***a\nDon't call me b**h\nAnd to them punk muthaf**az out there (heh)\nDon't call me b**h\nBut I call you big Pac, n***a you playin' me like one so\nYo don't call me b**h\nYeah, and for them muthaf**az that tryin' to get me to sell out, f** is on they muthaf**in' mind, sh**\nDon't call me b**h\nYeah, I told you dont call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nYeah, don't call me b**h\nThis one goes out to my partners in the live squad, ey see y'all?, Black Mafia\nY'all alright you know what I'm sayin'\n5 n***as in this motherf**er, you know what I'm sayin'\nDigital Underground, ron keys and the whole motherf**in' stank\nAny of ya understand what I mean\nBig john motherf**in' singleton in the house, heartless records in the motherf**in' house\nWatch for a n***a on the big screen and you know what I mean\nDon't call me b**h\nWatch muthaf**az trip off of this song\nBut last year he was singing brendas got a baby this year hes sayin' don't call me b**h\nYeah, call me b**h\nSome of you n***as are b**hes too\nSome of you n***as are b**hes too\nSome of you n***as are b**hes too\nYeah, don't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h\nDon't call me b**h",
    "2pac - Don't Get It Twisted lyrics": "[Mopreme]\nJust 'cause a n***a come in he got style\nDon't think I won't flip it\nDon't pull your file\nBut I got enough bullsh** to deal with\nI'm rollin' with the thugs so\nYou must be on d** to the head\nGet your a** break down\nBroken half baby\nI'm a feelin' like a motherf**in psychopathic\nAnd if you got beef best leave it in the freezer\nI'm no joke\nMopreme straight lo\nAnd you could get smoked\nYou hook the sh** you get stroked\nAnd all of that\nAnd later be back for your motherf**in dope sack\nKid it ain't the type of day to play doughnut\nDon't get your a** sewn up\nWhy you leakin on my blown out\nHey, you're mixed up like a bowl of nuts\nYou f** around and got it twisted up\nBoy, don't get it twisted\n[chorus]\nDon't get it twisted!.....\n[Macadoshis]\nIt's the Macadoshis coming from the dark side\nThe park side where the O.G.s do ride\nAin't nothing but k**ers in the park\nAs many n***as lost they's heart\nWhen my gat sparks\nI'll bust a cap in that a**\nDon't get it twisted\nWhen I'm on a mission, n***as come with Mishy\nYou busters gettin disciplined\nAnd you're comin' up short on your life\nWhen i smoke you with this mac-10 \n\n\n\nWhen it's on it's on\nf** it\nI'm makin n***as kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis\nAin't no think to let my sh** spin\nYou on my sh** list hope you got a d**h wish\nI tried to warn you but you missed me\nYou should have listened motherf**er when i said:\nDon't get it twisted!\n[chorus]\n[Rated R]\nn***as got problems about gettin sh** twisted\nThey need to stay the f** out of grown folks business\nKids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips\nBut don't front no sh** that brought no sh** that peace started\nCause I'm a cold hearted rider straight dunkin'\nnever through with my streets\nNever hurt nobody but my heat\nEast side brothers don't hear me though\nThey'd rather get sh** twisted and gather like hoes\nb**h make a** n***as when I caught 'em\nCouldn't bust a drape if they wanted\nThey're soft like Charmin\nBut I don't sweat varmits\nI suffer with my black group\nJust a one-day murderer\nOn the motherf**in Rudy Poop\nI snapped his soul, son\nAin't no damn thing funny when I spray your a** with my tongue\nAnd your mommy can't save you now\nCause you got the job twisted up\nFor f**in' with a k**er\n[chorus]\n[fade out]",
    "2pac - Don't Go 2 Sleep lyrics": "(Makaveli talking) x2\nDon't go 2 sleep,\nYou can get your cash on n***a if you peak,\nOther n***az close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep\nBut don't fall 2 sleep\nQuit staring at me like a infra-red n***a\n(Verse 1: Makaveli)\nPictures of plenty\nSippin my gla** full of henny\nHands on my semi -\n- Automatic k** for pennies\nApproach for contact\nCause I'm live I multiply\nSoon as I open fire\nn***az die with open eyes\nScared to take a nap\nIt's a trap\nA long maze\nDreaming of getting stacks\nMaking scratch the wrong way\nWhat song says\nWe murder mother f**er's daily\nBlack out\nBlow the the track out\nMy lyrics never fail me\nI inhale strong weed\nThen release the stress\nDeliver the bomb sh** from the east to west\nLike Yay Yo\nn***az pull out\nWhen I say so\nCommence to poppin'\nMother f**ers copy and fail\nEfficiently I release and flee\nThe art of war living s**a free\nGet with me\nChorus: (Makaveli) x2\nDon't go 2 sleep,\nYou can get your cash on n***a if you peak,\nOther n***az close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep\nBut don't fall 2 sleep\n(Verse 2: Kurupt)\nI envisioned my self\nIn a pistol populated area\nIn a distance and a width with a glock\nAnd about ten of the homeboyz on smash\nGet to smashin'\nFirst mother f**er moves\nn***a we blastin'\nI'm a gangsta a** n***a\nD-P till the fool's bangin' on the white hoes beat they f**in eyes closed\nIn the midst with my eyes half open\nThe homie with the scope and\nAbout fifteen others postin'\n\n\n\nn***a\nThe gangsta's run this mother f**er\nConstantly smokin' we murder everything in this b**h eyes wide open\nThe homie pac says bray em'\nEnd of discussion\nHe didn't save you for nothing\nn**z started bustin'\nI'm a gangsta n***a\nJust remember n***a\nDon't sleep n***a\nDon't trip or tweak n***a\nChorus: (Makaveli) x2\nDon't go 2 sleep,\nYou can get your cash on n***a if you peak,\nOther n***az close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep\nBut don't fall 2 sleep\n(Verse 3: Daz Dillinger)\nAnimated of it all in juvenated my dawgs\nf**in' up these n***as for the wrong or right cause\nBreakin' laws\nBreakin' jaws\nJust f**in' all y'all\nSeeing is believing now its time to break down the wall\nBarricaded\nFaded\nExcept for just one blast\nLet em' know don't f** around wit Kurupt, Pac and Daz\nCreated for gunshots to vacate the block\nAfter its all done n***a\nWhat do i got?\nHoo bangin on n***as for more than 15 figures\nPut a hex on they a**\nAnd watch they a** die quicker\nDaz hit like a k**a, make em all remember\nThe deadly wrath, I can make they family shiver\nControl it and hold it down\nWon't renounce the crown\nServin' and lay these mothaf**as down\nDrop the bomb\nPrepare for war\nLets even the score\nBringin it to you n***as like you can't afford\nChorus: (Makaveli repeated until the end)\nDon't go 2 sleep,\nYou can get your cash on n***a if you peak,\nOther n***az close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep\nBut don't fall 2 sleep\n",
    "2pac - Don't Go 2 Sleep (OG) lyrics": "[Intro + Chorus]\nn***a this is d**h Row, Westside n***a f** em' all n***a\nWestside n***a\nWestside\nYou know how we do it\nCalifornia, L.A's finest\nd**h Row don't fall asleep n***a\nDon't fall asleep\nEyes open\nWide open\nQuit starin' at me like a infra-red n***a\nDon't go a sleep\nYou can get your cash on n***a if you peep\nOther n***as close there eyes seein' dreams in they sleep\nBut don't fall a sleep\nDon't go a sleep\nYou can get your cash on n***a if you peep\nOther n***as close there eyes seein' dreams in they sleep\nBut don't fall a sleep\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nPictures of plenty\nSippin' my gla** full of Henny\nHands on my Semi -\n- Automatic k** for pennies\nApproach for contact\nCause I'm live I multiply\nSoon as I open fire\nn***as die with open eyes\nScared to take a nap\nIt's a trap\nA long maze\nDreamin' of gettin' stacks\nMakin' scratch the wrong way\nWhat the song say\nWe murder motherf**as daily\nBlack out\nBlow the the track out\nMy lyrics never fail me\nI inhale strong weed\nThen release the stress\nDeliver the bomb sh** from the East to West\nLike Yayo\nn***as pull out\nWhen I say so (buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)\nCommence to poppin'\nMotherf**ers copy, it's fatal\nEfficiently I delete and flee\nThe art of war livin' s**a free\nGet with me\nn***a just don't sleep\n[Chorus: 2Pac & E.D.I]\nDon't go to sleep\nYou can get your cash on n***a if you peep\nOther n***as close there eyes seein' dreams in they sleep\nBut don't fall a sleep\nDon't fall a sleep\nYou can get your cash on n***a if you peep\nOther n***as close there eyes seein' dreams in they sleep\nBut don't fall a sleep\n[Verse 2: E.D.I]\nHa ha\nNow in this life I'm leadin'\nI've tried succeedin' but I fail\nI'm thinkin' I should of listened when the teacher was teachin'\nI bounced\nThrough life with mostly knowledge, that a book can give me\nBut at school I played the fooled I probably\nShould of took it seriously\nNow I'm in a position\nHuh\nWith a mission that's simple\nGet some cash in this rap game a hustle to get through\nUh huh\nMe and my dawgs\nDown\nLike we own the force\nFightin' through the war\nShoulder to shoulder Outlawz\nYeah it's just 6 n***as tatted\nAt it like addicts\nCabbage snatchers\nRight on up\nUntil they catch us\nFor ever runnin'\nFrom them times that we was broke and\n3 dollars for gas and befo' that, then we was walkin' \n\n\n\nHaha\nBut peep\nn***as walk's the street\nn***as know the time\nSo we don't, fall a sleep\nCome on\n[Chorus: E.D.I]\nDon't fall a sleep\nYou can get your cash on n***a if you peep\nOther n***as close there eyes seein' dreams in they sleep\nBut don't fall a sleep (don't go to sleep n***a)\nDon't fall a sleep\nYou can get your cash on n***a if you peep (don't close yo eyes)\nOther n***as close there eyes seein' dreams in they sleep (don't go to sleep)\nBut don't fall a sleep\n[2Pac talking over Chorus]\nSleep baby\nNot sleep in the physical form but I mean sleepin' mentally\nI mean when n***as close they eyes to the way the game go\nYou can't fall asleep my n***a\nNot on d**h Row\n[Verse 3: Hussein Fatal]\nMic check\n1,2, 1,2, 1,2\nI flip a double deck and stress ya\nSnap on this rap\nAnd cut him from his neck to his rectum\nJersey jigga another n***a from a drug stomach\nFiend for hundreds so if I want it I'mma thug run it\nRobbin' cradles and robbin' n***a's for b**hes\nRobbin' b**hes for there riches cause I'm straight pullin' switches\nf** phonics\nI cool by the school pumpin' 'notic's\nAt lunch sharin' a stunt, with a blunt fulla chronic\nThe mad man\nI'm tryna let you know 'bout the bad land\nSo now I'm in your town takin' 'em down to the caravan\nDeep like them Jeep as n***as at the greet\nSo when I creep don't sleep\nOr watch your floo' catch a slow leak\n[Chorus: Kastro]\nDon't fall a sleep\nYou can get your cash on n***a if you peep\nOther n***as close there eyes seein' dreams in they sleep\nBut don't fall a sleep\nDon't fall a sleep\nYou can get your cash on n***a if you peep\nOther n***as close there eyes seein' dreams in they sleep\nBut don't fall a sleep\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nHahaha\nDon't go to sleep n***a\nDon't go to sleep\nOutlawz n***a\nOutlawz\nMutherf**in' M.O.B\nMoney over b**hes\nBullets to the tricks\nYou know what time it is n***a\nDon't go to sleep\nBad Boy k**a\nThere's no one realer\nMobb Deep k**a\nChino-X k**..\nHahahahaha\nAll you n***as die\nIn your motherf**in' sleep\nGo ahead close your eyes mutherf**a\nYou sleepin' on us\nClose your eyes n***a\nYou sleepin' on the Westside\nGo head\nGo Fall asleep\nClose your eyes\nRock-a-bye-baby\nOn the tree top\nWhen my Glocks loaded them n***a will drop\nHahahahahaha\nDon't fall asleep n***a\nEverybody dies...",
    "2pac - Don't Go To Sleep lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nPictures of plenty\nSippin' my gla** full of henny\nHands on my semi-\nAutomatic k** for pennies\nApproach for contact\nCause I'm live I multiply\nSoon as I open fire\nn***as die wit' open eyes\nScare to take a nap\nIt's a trap a long maze\nDreamin' of gettin' stacks\nMakin' scratch the wrong way\nWhat the song say\nWe murder motherf**ers daily\nBlack out blow the track out\nMy lyrics neva fail me\n[Verse 2: Eminem]\nIt's like a throne that he don't even own\nHe won't sit down give him a crown he just throws it around\nIt's like a joke he's like a king but he don't do a thing\nHe don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the j**elry\nHe don't want the room or want the loot he's in it for the sport\nRunning circles 'round his competition on the court\nHe appreciates your support but he ain't begging for it\nAnd you can love and you can hate it\nBut you can't ignore it, you can't be that ig-nor-ant\nBut you can try to sell him short\nBut you can't f** with his last joint or the one before it\nAnd he was born to raise hell like them country boys\nAnd If I'm fronting man you better come confront me for it\n[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.]\nThe pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh)\nThe one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays\nWhile n***as flirt\nI'm sewing tigers on my shirt\nAnd alligators\nYa wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later\nHere come the drama, oh \n\n\n\nThat's that n***a wit the fake, blaow!\nWhy you punch me in my face\nStay in ya place\nPlay ya position, here come my intuition\nGo in this n***a pocket\n[Chrous: 2Pac]\nDon't go to sleep\nYou can get ya cash on n***a if ya peep\nOther n***as close they eyes\nSeein' dreams in they sleep\nBut don't fall asleep\nDon't go to sleep\nYou can get ya cash on n***a if ya peep\nOther n***as close they eyes\nSeein' dreams in they sleep\nBut don't fall asleep\n[Verse 4: Dr. Dre]\nOften, it's a young n***a, in a coffin\nTryin blossom, got shot down walkin, heh\nBleek a high to hot guy, turned cold\nBring the body bag, see the bullet hole and a burned soul\nDon't cry, he chose the life\nFast lane, in the brain, he supposed to fight\nHow you smile at a momma when she lost a child?\n[Verse 5: 2Pac Shakur]\nI inhale strong weed then release the stress\nDeliver the bomb sh** from the east to west\nLike yay-yo\nn***a's pull out when I say so\nCommence to poppin' motherf**ers copy it fatal\nEfficiently I delete then flee\nThe art of war\nLivin' s**a free\nGet wit' me\nMotherf**er don't sleep\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nYou can get ya cash on n***a if ya peep\nOther n***as close they eyes\nSeein' dreams in they sleep\nBut don't fall asleep\nYou can get ya cash on n***a if ya peep\nOther n***as close they eyes\nSeein' dreams in they sleep\nBut don't fall asleep",
    "2pac - Don't Push Me * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Don't Sleep lyrics": "(feat. Lil' Scrappy, Nutso, Yaki Kadafi)\n[2Pac]\nAhhh sh** hahaha\nWhen I enter the first zone\nWorst known mic holder\nMy Hummer roll up\nEvacuating strapped soldiers\nInside strategy\nManifestin' military styles\nCasually try da g\nWhen n***as battle me\nMy prophesied prediction\nSwitch and move positions\nSeparated from his gun and b**h\nAnd watch 'em start snitchin'\nI keep spittin' still stupid n***as fail to listen\nI personify this thug livin'\nHell or prison\nMy ammunition varies\nMy voice carries\nWatch me invite the whole world\nMe and the mob gettin' married\nIt seems all the fine screams pierce the dark\nThis is expected\nA trick b**h where is your heart\nYou mark\nWatch n***as fall when I call they name\nWe outlaws hold your head n***as all the same\nExcept some who want more out of life than stress\nWe still thuggin' 'til its none left\nDon't sleep\n[Chorus (2x)]\nWe gon' ride\nKeep my pistol on my side\nAlways creep wit' the nine when I ride (when I ride)\nDon't sleep\nBlowin' pine\nAlways hustlin' on the grind\nCause I gotta get mine all the time (all the time)\nDon't sleep\n[Nutso]\nDumpin' on motherf**ers at random\nRapidly\nWit' accuracy\nThey shouldn't talk bad to me\nIt had to be\nA motherf**in' murder\nI'm glad to be\nA n***a that did the murder\nSo sad to see\nAnother motherf**er floatin'\nIn plastic reef\nSleep wit' his head wide open (head smokin')\nRapid release\nKeep the police coastin' \n\n\n\nCasualties\nWarrant in deep east Oakland (doors wide open)\nYolk the n***a off the asphalt\nDrove off to the hills\nPositioned him on his knees and blew the back off\nd**h with the lex ruger\nd**h to ya\nn***as cry when the bullets fly\nk** and execute 'em\n[Yaki Kadafi]\nI blast first 'til they body me\nLike my guns in variety\nRunnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be\nBut front\nDoin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt\nHand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts\nAddicted to my nine\nMovin' like crime through time\nPoppin' n***as like pimples\nn***a nothin' simple 'bout mine\nEtch-a-sketchin'\nDumpin' on all you punks at intersections\nDay in and day out\nAin't no easy way outs or easy exits\nDon't sleep\n[Chorus (2x)]\n[Lil' Scrappy]\nG's up\nA-Town\nWhen I hit the street\nAll I can see is the grind\nBlood sweat and tears when I bust my rhyme\nYeah I un- for my folk like I load my nine\nAnd when I let loose\nThen no crew standin' but mine\nI gives a damn 'bout lame n***a actin' schiesty\nSame one knew I was in jail and didn't write me\nWanna fight me then come find me\nWhat eva you do shawty you betta think wisely\nYou might see me wit' a stack in the trap (Aye)\nI use my thoughts and pen\nSimilar to a saran wrap\nA lil' lame n***a I'll neva be\nYeah I'ma keep it g\nI'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep\nAye\n[Chorus (2x)]\nDon't Sleep\nDon't Sleep",
    "2pac - Don't Stop lyrics": "Yeah..\n'Pac, Dat n***a Daz (yeah) Kurupt\nAll up in this b**h\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop..\nDon't stop..\nKeep it goin, got my n***a Slip Capone\nHahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there\nn***az get around these backwoods\nGet around they mommas, pull up they pants\nHide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha!\nWho mashes with the crazy, illest n***az in town? (I do)\nk**in willingly, who got the right to make a sound?\nMy sound break block, corners, avenues and drives\nIt's about time the mashin is arrived\nI take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel\nSteadily givin these n***az no pa**es on livin (no pa**es)\nI spend major loot on khaki suits\nNikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots\nI box n***az twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five\nLick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live\nI live the unusual, crucial life\nSo pay attention when I come through for you and your crew\nAs just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it\nBruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless\nTo step to this, we in effect, we dangerous\nContendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss\nb*atch! (yeah)\nNow I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha)\nI give a f**, what you thought, or who you brought witchu?\n(Bad Boy k**er) A Bad Boy k**er, Biggie annihilator\nThey wonderin why he breathin, but b**hes is dyin later (ahh)\nBetter laugh now, then cry when I come to get you\nI hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue\nOn some loco sh** (loco), my pistol smoke yo' sh** (smoke)\nLet's go for dolo b*atch, and watch me flow yo' sh**\nMr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis\nIt's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah) \n\n\n\nShots rang and n***az brains were spilt\nAnother Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy k**er) n***a was kilt\nI hit the funeral and busted his folks\nAnd leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nWell it's that seventeen shot glock co*ker, the block rocker (fool)\nHardcore hooligan, verbal a**ault chopper\nFinally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides)\nLethal with mics like guns, bats and knives\nThose who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows\nDeadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone\n(That's that n***a) I packs heat when it's cold\nToo much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold\nWhy you waitin for the poetical Satan?\nCreatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton\nI snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left\nWho goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth\n(I'm the man n***a) I don't trust ya (I don't)\nThe second I get a chance I'ma bust ya\nNo matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya\n(Like that) Vocal a**a**in, motivated by cash\nShoot for the loot, brownies and black mags\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, keep goin\nDon't stop, don't stop\nLet the speakers bump, b*atch! (let the speakers bump)\nFor everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep\nBig Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers\nWe gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this\nFor you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood\nTurn it up, check it out\nThey claim to be down, they say they down (man f** you man)\nNumber one..",
    "2pac - Don't Stop The Music lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nThis go out to C. Delores Tucker\n(God damn rap music I hate that)\nBob dole\n(It's just so violent and it destroys everybody)\nAnd everybody else who feels like uh\n(It makes the kids crazy)\nThey stronger than the constitution\n(Kids k** people)\nFreedom of speech big baby\n(There's cop haters)\nFreedom of speech\n(They goin' against society I don't understand the music, it's too loud)\nOutlawz!\n(It' too loud, it's too rowdy, it's too violent)\n(Let's ban all rap music)\nOutlawz\n(Ban 2Pac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz Ban 'em)\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nYou can't break me, never make me busta soft the beats\nThis Outlaw style got a brother off the streets\nMiss Delores Tucker sue me I won't stop\n'Til we get justice for these crooked cops on my block\nTime Warner full of sissies, tell 'em all to miss me\nA bunch of hypocrites whistlin' Dixie\nGood riddance cause you never should of touched me\nYou cowards knew you couldn't take the pressure I'ma make you sorry\nTrust me\nDid I cry when they dropped me? (nah), can they stop me? (won't)\nTryna sell 4 million copies\nIf I wasn't spittin' it'd be prison or d**h\nThis rap game all we got left\nSo try to comprehend where we comin' from\nLife as an Outlaw, ain't meant for everyone\nSo here we come\nRecognize how we organize\nStrategize now we unified brothers on the rise\nAnd we can't stop\n[Collision: Val Young]\nDon't you stop it (You don't really gonna stop, hayy)\nDon't you stop\nStop the music (You don't really gonna stop, haha)\nNooooo\n[Hook: Val Young]\nDon't you stop it (You don't really gonna stop, hayy)\nDon't you stop\nStop the music (You don't really gonna stop, haha)\nNooooo\nDon't you stop it (You don't really gonna stop, hayy)\nDon't you stop\nStop the music (You don't really gonna stop, haha)\nNooooo\n[Verse 2: E.D.I]\nYou don't really wanna stop - stop\nThe only thing that we got\nI bang knott's, so how much you plot\nOn these youngsters, millions of 'em that's lovin' everything we say \n\n\n\nCause at this every single day yeah\nSome of us is trippin' on it (huh)\nBut in turn busta's slippin' on it\nSo get up on it, don't be an opponent\nCause this is feedin' my family, take it away\nAnd see me in every single place you plan to be\nDon't stop\n[Verse 3: Hussein Fatal]\nI got 58 ways to get out of the game\nBut only one way's gonna fit my name; Hussein\nRide by, with the block, I can't stop\nNot even for the cop's will, I close down shop\nYo, I broke nights to get big, gettin' rope spot's hold it tight\n(You don't really gonna stop, hayy)\nRunnin' with fat blunts n***as ain't rollin' right\nTemp this\nI b**h this track, I love rap (You don't really gonna stop, haha)\nSenseless, relentless in every sentence but above that\nBrain driller, f**in' Fatal's a walkin' pain k**er\n(You don't really gonna stop, hayy)\nInsane iller than caine, Uzi cops, then watch 'em fear ya\nWho's next?\nI'm ready to check a neck in a second\n(You don't really gonna stop, haha)\nGripin' the TEC and slap' ya head because I snap under pressure\nCuttin' circulation\nStranded on the plant the earth's chasin'\nScared of probation now I'm facin' d**h tryna hurt a nation\nBurn like acid\nFart, blunts and Jura**ic, Park\nMy ba*tard a** click we got the strip mashin'\n[Hook: Val Young]\nDon't you stop it (You don't really gonna stop, hayy)\nDon't you stop\nStop the music (You don't really gonna stop, haha)\nNooooo\nDon't you stop it (You don't really gonna stop, hayy)\nDon't you stop\nStop the music (You don't really gonna stop, haha)\nNooooo\nYou don't really gonna stop, hayy\nYou don't really gonna stop, haha\nYou don't really gonna stop, hayy\nYou don't really gonna stop, haha\nMhm!, I won't stop the music, I won't stop the music\nDon't you stop it (You don't really gonna stop, hayy)\nDon't you stop\nStop the music (You don't really gonna stop, haha)\nNooooo\nDon't you stop it (You don't really gonna stop, hayy)\nDon't you stop\nStop the music",
    "2pac - Don't U Trust Me? lyrics": "I ain't got time for this man I'm out You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (Don't you trust me?)\nOver here at the side of your life (Not that I don't trust you)\nYou spend all your hours just rushing around\nDo you have a little time to have a little time for me? As soon as I leave the house you want to page me\nSee you got me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery\nYou act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better\nAnd maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters\nSoon as I come home it's like I get the third degree\nWhere ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe It makes me want to leave\nI'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve\nYour suspicious I deceive give me grief without belief but to me\nIf you really trust me then it's pitiful\nQuestion me about my whereabouts that's so trivial\nLet me live my life and you can live yours\nJust be there to help me and support that's what your here for\nNot to give me stress and add to pressure\nHome is where I go the rest I go to pa** the test\nI'm sorry if I left you all alone\nBut I couldn't make it home so we argue on the phone\nDon't you trust me? You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (Don't you trust me?)\nOver here at the side of your life (Not that I don't trust you)\nYou spend all your hours just rushing around\nDo you have a little time to have a little time for me? Callin' up my house to hang it up You think that makes sense\nTell me what it takes for us to shake so we can be friends\nIt's time for us to take our separate paths\nWe had a lot of laughs but the good things come to pa**\nLet's think of the evil break don't make it scandoulous\nTry to be mature til your sure that we can handle this\nYour sayin' I'm too busy I ignore you\nI guess you didn't hear me when I said that I cared for you \n\n\n\nBut now it seems the arguments are nightly\nI want to hold you tightly but instead you want to fight me\nSo why let it stress and aggravate me\nInstead I'd rather break hope you don't hate me\nYou tell me that you love me but your lyin'\nFightin' back the urge to start cryin'\nI wipe away your tears come and hug me\nI love you like you love me\nGirl, don't you trust me? You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (Don't you trust me?)\nOver here at the side of your life (Not that I don't trust you)\nYou spend all your hours just rushing around\nDo you have a little time to have a little time for me? I hangup the phone (click)\nI can't barely hear you yellin' at me\nMaybe we should end it neither one of us are happy\nYou know that I'm emotional you milk me\nComin' over crying just to get me feelin' guilty\nYou and me were met to be it yet\nYou always want to sweat and how much closer can we get (don't fret)\nJust set me back my things and I'll be outie\nThis time I'm breakin out you let your mouth overcrowd me\nI can't take the beefin' and the griefin'\nI get no room to sleep I hope it ceases cause I'm leavin'\nMaybe next time you'll be a little more sure\nWhen I can give you more when you unsure\nBut baby until then I gotta leave ya\nIt's not that I don't need ya but see ya\nAnd I hope that you understand why I bust it\nNot because we rushed it (hell no)\nBut girl don't you trust me? You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (Don't you trust me?)\nOver here at the side of your life (Not that I don't trust you)\nYou spend all your hours just rushing around\nDo you have a little time to have a little time for me? Not that I don't trust you\nDon't you trust me? Not that I don't trust you\nDon't you trust me? Not that I don't trust you",
    "2pac - Don't You Trust Me lyrics": "I ain't got time for this, man I'm out\n[Hook: Dido samples from \"Do You Have a Little Time\", no 'Pac ad-libs first use]\nYou should stop, for a while\nYou will find me standing by (don't you trust me)\nOver here, at the side, of your life (it's not that I don't trust you)\nYou spend all your hours just rushing, around\nDo you have a little time\nTo have a little time for me?\n(not that I don't trust you)\n[2Pac]\nAs soon as I leave the house you wanna page me\nSee you got me trapped I'm goin crazy this is slavery\nYou act like it's outrageous, just give me space and we'll get better\nAnd maybe we won't argue and be through with all these sorry letters\nSoon as I come home it's like I get the third degree\nWhere you been and who you wit, I get no room to breathe\nIt makes me wanna leave, I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve\nYour suspicious I deceive, gimme grief when poppa leave\nBut to me, if you really trust me then it's pitiful\nQuestion me about my whereabouts, that's so trivial\nLet me live my life and you can live yours\nJust be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for\nNot to give me stress and add to pressure\nHome is where I go to rest, I go to pa** the test\nI'm sorry if I left you all alone\nBut I couldn't make it home, so we argue on the phone\nDon't you trust me?\n[Hook]\n[2Pac]\nCallin at my house then hangin up, you think that makes sense?\nTell me what it takes for us to shake so we can be friends\nIt's time for us to take our seperate paths\nWe had a lot of laughs but the good's become the past \n\n\n\nLet's make it an even break, don't make it scandalous\nTry and be mature, I'm pretty sure that we can handle this\nYou're sayin I'm too busy, I ignore you\nI guess you didn't hear me when I said that I, cared for you\nBut now it seems the arguments are nightly\nI wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me\nSo why let it stress and aggravate me\nInstead I'd rather break, hope you don't hate me\nYou tell me that you love me but you're lyin\nFightin back the urge to just start cryin\nI'll wipe away your tears, come and hug me\nI love you like you love ME, girl, but don't you trust me?\n[Hook]\n[2Pac]\nI hang up the phone, I can't bear to hear you yellin at me\nMaybe we should end it, neither one of us are happy\nYou know that I'm emotional, you know me\nComin over cryin just to get me feelin guilty\nYou and me were meant to be and yet\nYou always wanna sweat, how much closer can we get\nDon't fret, just let me pack my things and I'll be outtie\nThis time I'm breakin out, you let your mouth overcrowd me\nI can't take the beefin and the griefin\nI get no room to sleep, I hope to see some cause I'm leavin\nMaybe next time you'll be a little more sure\nAnd I can give you more when you mature\nBut baby until then I gotta leave ya\nIt's not that I don't need ya but SEE YA\nAnd I hope you understand why I'm bustin\nNot because we bust our love, hah, don't you trust me?\n[Hook]\n[2Pac]\nDon't you trust me?\nIt's not that I don't trust you\nDon't you trust me?\nIt's not that I don't trust you",
    "2pac - Dont f** Wit Us (feat. The Game) lyrics": "(2Pac)\nY'all ain't never just tripped and pictured\nAnd just looked at the whole situation\nCause once u look at it\nYou know\n(Once you really do)\nThey don't give a f** about us\nThey don't give a f** about us\nThey don't give a f** about us\nIf I choose to ride\nThuggin' till the day I die\nNobody give a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\nSome say n***as is hard headed cause we love to trick\nEquipped with game so we bang wit this thuggish sh**\nI see you trying to hide, Hoping that nobody don't notice\nYou must always remember you're still a member of the hopeless\nSee ya black like me, So you snap like me\nWhen these devils try to plot, Trap our young black seeds\nLook it, Cops are just as crooked as the n***as they chasin'\nLookin' for role models, Our father figures is bases\nSome say they expect Illuminate take my body to sleep\nn***as at the party with they shotties, Just as rowdy as me\nBefore I flee computer chips, I gotta deal wit brothas flippin'\nI don't see no devils bleedin', Only black blood drippin'\nWe can change, whatcha now say?\nI'm watchin' n***as work their lives out without pay (huh)\nWhatever it takes to switch places wit the bustas on top\nI'm bustin' shots make the world stop\nThey don't give a f** about us\nAnd if I choose to ride\nThuggin' till the day I die\nCause they don't give a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\nAnd if I choose to ride\nThuggin' till the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\n(EDI)\nIt's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone\nTime to reflect on what you did cause they saying you wrong\nI'm sure you had your reasons dawg, I don't doubt you\nSee the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a f** about you\nOr them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh)\nNo including yourself, All you want is wealth they perceiving itas greed\nSo as you loaded up that mack and continue to buck 'em\nI was on paper, Thinking they don't give a f** about us\n(2Pac)\nI'm seeing it clearer\nHating the picture in the mirror\nThey claim we inferior\nSo why the f** these devils fear ya?\nI'm watching my nation die, genocide the cause\nExpect a blood bath, The aftermath is y'alls\nI told ya last album, we need help cause we dying\nGive us a chance, help us advance cause we trying\nIgnore my whole plea, watching us in disgust\nAnd then they beg when my guns bust\nThey don't give a f** about us\nAnd if I choose to ride\nThuggin' till the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\nAnd if I choose to ride \n\n\n\nThuggin' till the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\n(Kastro)\nNow all my homies got love for me\nDown to catch a slug for me\nGuaranteed to bleed deeply\nNow that's love, sh**\nNobody else could give a f**\nIf I'm tore down, from the floor down\nSix-feet deep in the cut\nWhat the f** done went wrong\nHow long will I be mourned?\nWhen I'm gone, same song\nAin't gave a f** all along\nAnd who am I to blame 'em?\nJust do or die through the rainin'\nSince they don't give a f**\nI don't, feel what I'm saying?\n(Kadafi)\nNow thug n***as die but multiply in doubles\nWrapped in plastic, Or closed casket for our troubles\nPresent times, We busted like bubbles\nWith the police, This nation's peace sent here to run you\nNow look at what this crooked world has come to\nI grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'\nMan I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain\nSo I spent your time in poor and working\nI see no reason, So I stay ballin' season to season\nWhy you stuck thinking that they give a f**?\n(Napolean)\nYou tell me my world is in peace, but n***a your lying\nCause half of my n***as, long gone\nBuried in the dirt just for trying\nSometimes I think my block is dying, And that it's awful\nTo wake up to another day, sh** ain't change that awful\nI wake up sweatin', dreamin', coughin'\nSeein' me upside down backwards head twisted\nWhile I'm layin' in the coffin\nThe sh** comes around so often, So tell me something\nBefore I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'\nn***a I been so through pain go through the struggle\nDoin the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin'\nOn the edge of straight bustin'\nWell since you don't give a f**, you frontin'\nAnd I'ma drink my Hennessey like it ain't nothin'\n(2Pac)\nNow if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die\nThey don't give a f** about us\nWhile I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds\nNow they give a f** about us\nThey wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try\nThey don't give a f** about us\nSo while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by\nCause they don't give a f** about us\nNow if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die\nThey don't give a f** about us\nWhile I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds\nNow they give a f** about us\nThey wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try\nThey don't give a f** about us\nSo while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by\nCause they don't give a f** about us\nGet your money n***a get your money!\nRise my nation rise\nThey don't give a f** about us...rise\nGet your a**es on the right path n***a\nThey don't give a f** about us\nGet your money n***a get your money!",
    "2pac - Dopefiend's Diner lyrics": "Late night coolin' with my homies\nDrinkin' Hennessey an' cold brew\nAfter smokin' stopped in Oakland\nGot the munchies for some soul food So we stopped to get a bite to eat\nAt the local barbecue\nIt's just another borin' Monday\nAn' there's nothin' else to do Now as we stepped out of the car\nI heard someone behind me fightin'\nSo I turned to look and find out\nWhat's the cause of this excitement One brother was a dopefiend\nAnd the other was a dopeman\nAnd the dopeman had a AK\nSaid he'll spray an' he's not jokin' Well, it seems to be the dopefiend\nOwed the dopeman for his product\nAnd he swore if he did not pay\nHe would end up gettin' shot up Now I could not walk away\n'Cause I got caught up in the scene\nWonderin' what would happen\nTo this poor and helpless fiend Well, my homie Michael Cooley\nSaid let's go and make our order\nWhat's the use in watchin' two men\nStand out here fight over quarters Well, I walked inside the diner\nAnd all the dopefiends waved to me\nHeard the sound of several gunshots\nAnd I ran outside to see (What's goin' on?)\nAnother gunshot rings\n(What's goin' on?)\nAnother siren rings\n(What's goin' on?)\nAnother mother cries\n(What's goin' on?)\n'Cause another innocent dies\n(What's goin' on?) (What's goin' on?)\nAnother gunshot rings\n(What's goin' on?)\nAnother siren rings\n(What's goin' on?)\nAnother mother cries\n(What's goin' on?)\n'Cause another innocent dies\n(What's goin' on?) All the people in the diner\nRan outside to see the big show\nIt was just another party\nFor them to see just who they would know But for me I held concern\nI wanted to go see the outcome\nWould a mother have a son tonight\nOr would she live her life without one? I made it to the streets\nI almost cried right on the spot \n\n\n\nNot only had the fiend died\nBut a small girl had been shot My heart could take no more\nI felt a tear roll down my face\nThat was daddy's bullet\nBut she took it in his place (What's goin' on?)\nAnother gunshot rings\n(What's goin' on?)\nAnother siren rings\n(What's goin' on?)\nAnother mother cries\n(What's goin' on?)\n'Cause another innocent dies\n(What's goin' on?) (What's goin' on?)\nAnother gunshot rings\n(What's goin' on?)\nAnother siren rings\n(What's goin' on?)\nAnother mother cries\n(What's goin' on?)\n'Cause another innocent dies\n(What's goin' on?) Tried to make way through the crowd\nSo I could go help the baby\nShe could barely speak but she whispered\n\"Mister, can you please save me?\" So I screamed out, \"Someone help me\"\nBut I don't think they could hear\nAnd if they did they didn't care\nOh, how I hated everyone there The baby lie here dyin'\nAnd I wondered what could I do\nThe cameraman and newspapers\nHad come to get their interviews To them it's just story\nAnd they can't see the tragedy\nTo them it doesn't matter\n'Cause hey, it wasn't their family I don't think I'll be back\n'Cause it'll never be the same here\nSo I wipe away the tears\nAnd leave the scene the way I came here Though some people say it's crazy\nAnd the food could have been finer\nI'll never forget\nNever forget the night at Dopefiend's Diner (What's goin' on?)\nAnother gunshot rings\n(What's goin' on?)\nAnother siren rings\n(What's goin' on?)\nAnother mother cries\n(What's goin' on?)\n'Cause another innocent dies\n(What's goin' on?) (What's goin' on?)\nAnother gunshot rings\n(What's goin' on?)\nAnother siren rings\n(What's goin' on?)\nAnother mother cries\n(What's goin' on?)\n'Cause another innocent dies\n(What's goin' on?)",
    "2pac - Dumpin' lyrics": "(feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas)\n[Chorus: Carl Thomas]\nWho you are,\nOne Nation under a thug and bullet scar,\nYoung nation, no revolution and no cause,\nOne Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,\nYoung nation just trying to get this\n[Verse 1: 2pac]\nMurderous mind state,\nCan't keep my nine straight,\nSippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break,\nShow up and muthaf**as bow down, recognize\nWestside, d**h Row, Outlaw, Ridaz,\nUntouchable mob of pistol packers,\nWell-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers',\nForever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs,\nCommence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog,\nWho wants to see me solo?\nCatch Makaveli while he sleeping,\nMy mini fourteen murdering n***az while they creepin, (Uh)\nDuck cause you a** out,\nDrink 'til you pa** out,\nAin't scared to die, drunk driving in my gla** house,\nn***az is under me,\nThey b**hes come to me,\nThey heard the stories n***a, now they wanna really see,\nBomb First, my motto, it's fully guaranteed,\nn***az is playa haters, label them my enemies,\nI'm dumpin'\n[Chorus: Carl Thomas]\nWho you are,\nOne Nation under a thug and bullet scar,\nYoung nation, no revolution and no cause,\nOne Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,\nYoung nation just trying to get this\n[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]\nWhen it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get,\nOut the window on some uptown anthem sh**,\nI'm stressin', but ain't no pressure, I been here before,\nFugitive taskforce at my girlfriends' door,\nNow they checkin' in her bedroom, I ain't there,\nForty Cals, extended clips, still I ain't scared,\nOutlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive,\nI'm different and I'mma prove it if it take me to die,\nYou think God had a plan for me?\nBut he won't be layin' up in my casket or doin' life in the can for me,\nMaybe I'm brazen or paranoid than a b**h,\nMe dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that sh**?\nWalking dead, angels spend their last days by me,\nNew Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,\nYoung George or Jonathan Chat, \n\n\n\nYour guns clap,\nMine will go 'br-r-r-r-att',\nSoldier like Geronimo Pratt,\nAnd come through co*kin' tha black pound,\nWhen they put the twin towers up, Pac, I'm knockin' 'em back down,\nPoster child,\nAir Force Ones, with the checks,\nI'm supposed to wild s**,\nMoney and murder is all I breathe in my life,\nIt's full of judges and chasin' enemies in the night,\nThrough the Henny, I see the eyes of the Devil,\nHe's ridin' with extra boxes of bullets and a nina and a shovel\n[Chorus: Carl Thomas]\nWho you are,\nOne Nation under a thug and bullet scar,\nYoung nation, no revolution and no cause,\nOne Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,\nYoung nation just trying to get this\n[Verse 3: Papoose]\nI always thought I'd have to die to do a record with Pac,\nSo I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box,\nYou end up in the box 'cause them grave robbin' ba*tards,\nDig your grave up and snatched you out the casket,\nWorms in my eyes, eating through my cabbage,\nThe flesh to the bones,\nThe bones to the ashes,\nBut I'm not dead,\nI'm actually in a session with the Pac Keeper, Sha Money, progressing,\nThey don't really want no drama, I know they goons,\nThat's why I keep pressure on 'em like a open wound,\nThis God given, he keep givin' me better music,\nSo every time you hear me, my songs present improvement,\nY'all can't k** me, y'all forever losin',\nSongs of evolution,\nIf I load your gun for you and we bang it out with some other n***as, you better shoot it,\nDon't try to lie and say you was bustin', I'm clever, stupid,\nClaimin' you reppin' Ruthless,\nYou got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,\nThe Nasareema dream, get ready for execution,\nPapoose, Fatal and Pac\nThe revolution\n[Chorus: Carl Thomas]\nWho you are,\nOne Nation under a thug and bullet scar,\nYoung nation, no revolution and no cause,\nOne Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,\nYoung nation just trying to get this\nYoung nation just trying to get this\nJust trying to get this\n",
    "2pac - Dusted 'n' Disgusted lyrics": "[E-40](Richie Rich)\nI'm really not all that sure\nBout when things is finna mature\nSo let me find me a n***a with a grip\nAnd hit his a** quick with one of them licks\n(What's the definition of a lick?) Taking a n***as sh**\n(Hey put that on sumthin) I put that on The Click, The Click\nBack to f**in work one of the homies jus got dusted\nTime to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted\nThem bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival\nNow the town is funking, it's called survival\nWhat y'all wanna do? They got us skunked\n(Well if uhh, we can just uhh) if it was a fifth we'll all be drunk\nI'm heated, them n***as cheated, played me false\nWe had a meetin, sh** 'posed to been squashed\nI noticed one k**a on the double dribble and set him up y'all\nShe likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball\nThick a** b**h, high yellow city-slicker\nScarecrow creepin Southern b**hes, aka Posie p**yfictious\n[Spice 1]\nn***a been holdin guts, but sh** on hisself and a funky bill\nPullin out bills, frontin on material sh**\nThat's when I get to k**in sh** (k**in sh**)\nAnd settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs\nSl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta f** with savage thug\nPistol pop in they a**, see n***as be gettin this twisted\nIt's that b**h that k**ed ya, took all your money peeled ya\nSeven n***as bust in the room with AK's\nWhile a n***a be puttin on his jimmy\nAll of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton\nBefore you can hit the broccoli\nSee money-a-made that n***a, that n***a didn't make that money\nLeft them n***as jacked up, and the b**h she macked him\nHe's a busta, punk a** n***a, y'all know the streets\nThat's why that n***a naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets\nIt's just a part of the game he didn't feel\nb**hes will k**, f** a n***a, out his last d-uh dollar bill\nYou don't know that ho main that b**h can't be trusted\nDusted and di-motherf**in-sgusted\n[Hook: E-40]\nSome cold hearted sh**\nBack to f**in work, one of the homies jus got dusted\nWhacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do\nCold hearted b**hes\nBack to f**in work, one of the homies jus got dusted\nWhacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas\nSome cold hearted sh**\nBack to f**in work, one of the homies jus got dusted\nI never trusted them bustas\nAnd it's them cold hearted n***a\nBack to f**in work, one of the homies jus got dusted\nDusted and disgusted\n[E-40]\nLet's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town\nDraw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town)\nAnd wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range\nRevenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games\nDroughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will prevail\nBy sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack c**aine\nTry not to steal narcotics\nWhen these punk MC's and b**hes be the reason why \n\n\n\nThe smoke be comin up out the chop, with my n***a 'Pac\n[2Pac]\nDear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin sick\nI'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these b**hes\nI keep on, calllin, but ain't nobody pickin up\nI think she's stallin, this evil b**h is tryin ta set me up\nCame all alone if it's on then it's on\nWhere's my motherf**in chrome, on these jealous n***as dome\nIt's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand\nI'm on my way to see this ho you know the f**in plan\nCan't understand, but the things ain't the same\nYou could die over these b**hes if you slippin in the game\nn***as gang bang, but b**hes gang bang too\nGive up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain\nIf you a smart figure, don't have no love in your heart n***a\nAny complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted\nb**hes can't be trusted, you know the rules\nThey underhanded, she planned it, you f**in fool\n[Interlude]\n(These hoes out here tryin to hold a n***a's heart\nSo a n***a get his money f**ed with\nAlmost in-laws)\nHey be proud of it when you turn these b**hes upside down\nWhat's gonna happen\n(Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if\nA b**h ridin)\n(Yeah main, them hoes talented\nThey be f**in with mo' MC's than Jack the Rapper)\n(Aight f** it, what you say Mall?\nAy, f** them sheisty a** bootches, n***a)\n[Mac Mall]\nThe California lifestyle that I live\nWhere the b**hes is crooked and n***as jus don't give\nA flyin f**, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low\nBay Area playa, tryin ta have sh** major\nAnd a b**h won't save ya\nSo I ain't playin Captain Save-a-Ho\nI mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone\nI'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger\nAction packed, I let the mini-mac smack that a**\n[Spice 1]\nThem hoes jacked that a**\nn***a woulda got smokin on that hash\nCan't have my cash, better go and take your n***a stash\nCuz he's a busta, n***as with clusters\nSlippin in sh**, betta jack that n***a 'fore I jack his a** b**h\nNever was no love for the mark-a**, the lo pink (the lo pink)\nYou love them Bootsy b**hes, can't let them p**y b**hes\n[E-40]\nGank that a**, betta hide your cash and check her fast\nPump your brakes n***a, slow your roll don't go too fast\nCause bulletproof ain't doin no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'\nNow, n***as comin up dead with they brains blew out on the f**in floor\nDamn, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest\nNow r-uh-rest\nPull a plug on a flatline over those, one n***a less\nOne n***a less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West\nCrushin the flesh, dem b**hes played a game of d**h\nLook over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it\nI'm tryin to told ya end up dusted\nChorus",
    "2pac - East Meets West lyrics": "East Meets West\n2pac feat East Side Crew\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nI'm a Soldier\nX4\n[Verse1: 2Pac]\nNow I can make it happen My rappin' is similar to muthaf**ers\nWhen they scrappin' Blast and watch em' back up Notorious biggie k**er\nAffiliation with d**h row n***as get their caps pealed back\nFool this the west coast\nf** a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies\nMr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these\nIntoxicated we duplicated but never faded\nNow that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'\nGot a Mercedes for these tricks\nThat thought I quit Then got a drop top jagfor these b**hes\nThat's on my dick Go to a club in a pack\nI'm smokin' bud in the back\nI wait for n***as to trip\nCause b**h I love to scrap\nNow mama raised me as a thug n***a\nWith love n***as\nI'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer\nI went from rocks to zines\nWriting raps and movies\nI went from trustin'' these tricks\nNow they all want to sue me So\nf** em' all\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nI'm a Soldier\nX4\n[Verse2: Ely Shah]\nDon't call me rabbit, its not ma habbit, don't call me like he\nEly has his own modafaking identity\nSwear to God, its ma call, ma words will never faded\nTo see some eyes to shine more wanna see some haters\nWe breaking up in the back in town we waking up when we come around\nNo body speaks no body will when ely shah gonna rap this sound\nNow take this down\nSlow it down\nTake a deep breadth see what you found\nIts not so much surprising b**h\nI am the only one having this crown\nThese rappers cannot handle me\nThey spend more money but can't be me \n\n\n\nb**h ain't got those nuts what to show\nThese chicki boys can not f** with me\nDont f** with me you know ma style\nI party hard and smoke meanwhile\nI am a demon baby as you know\nYou loosers can not pick my fire\nWe rid'n it really slow\nWe stealing that f**ing show\nWe rolling back up on the streets\nWe loving that love more\nIf you don't like my sh**\nIt ain't that so fit\nI will keep blowing ma beats\nf** what you say\na**hole\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nI'm a Soldier\nX4\n[Verse3: Hunz Peepz]\nI got glad bags with enemies\nCut up so they remember me\nSoaked up in Hennessey So they relatives know it's me\nYou can bet your last dollar I'll dick em' and holla\nRidin' these hoochies Like they some heavy a** Chevy impalas\nJump up and get your a** shot up\nFor the profit pick my Glock up I'm bustin' in self defense\nYa see Poppin' nobody got em' Holla\nOutlaw riders\nMash up on the gas pedal\nVacate the scene Count the cash and stash the precious metal\nHere come the coppers The swat team and the helicopters\nThem crackers is crazy Why? Cause they'll never stop us\nI watch Arnold Swarchzenegger\nBust some body in the movie\nNow I want to do it too\nOhh, ohh n***as is too through\nTrue to the game I claim Outlaw riders\nWe give a f** what they try I'm...\nCause Young Noble behind it\nCan you picture me stickin' n***as for they watch and chain\nKick back lil n***a And watch the game\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nI'm a Soldier\nX4\n[Outro: Hunz Peepz]\nYeahhh\nIts West Side\nModf**er\nEast Side\nCollaboration\nYou Know what i mean\nHaha\nEat It\nb**h....",
    "2pac - Elizabeth: A Different Love (From B.S.A.) lyrics": "I remember when u were LOST\nand your soul was in the wind\nIt was at this awkward moment\nthat u and I became friends\nBut then your soul was found\nand u discovered celibacy \n\n\n\nBut with this u forgot about me\nand our bond was a memory\nAnd now I c u felt it\nthe bond we made before\nI pray 2 God it stands\nand severs never more",
    "2pac - Enemies With Me lyrics": "2pac-\nYoung thugs in this motherf**er\nDon't break up the fight, let 'em rumble\nDon't make enemies with me\nI try to tell these motherf**ers they ain't see\nDon't make enemies with me\nSome say my criminal experience is legendary\nI do what's necessary\nn***as wanna see me burried\nWorried, if you coming hurried\nI ain't going down, f** the world i'm a thug\nTell 'em can't nothing stop me but a slug\nI went from drug dealing to a shot caller\nFrom off the block, no longer rock\nAnd putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller\nb**h n***a i'm prepared to die, before i fry\nI hit the weed so i be forever high\nMy eyes has seen so much in misery, so before i flee\nI open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed\nb**hes don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging\nTell 'em bury me a g on everything i love\nAnd f** the law 'cause the raw n***as ain't free\nThis picture's clear but we can't see, hahaha\nThis game is jealousy, don't let 'em change\nThat's what they keep on telling me, motherf** the fame\nI can't sleep 'cause i keep hearing peeps\n???? wrapped in my sheets\nDon't make enemies with me\nI try to tell these motherf**ers they ain't see\nDon't make enemies with me\nRather f** with these other other little gs\nDon't make enemies with me, n***a\nI try to tell these motherf**ers they ain't see\nDon't make enemies with me\nf** with these other other little gs\nDon't make enemies with me\nMutah with k-dogg in brackets-\nThe game is getting deeper with this i couldn't stop, i'm reminising\nAnd having flashbacks when them n***as came up missing\n(wish in my heart, these n***as they ain't have to start\nNow therefore they gotta see in dark\nPlayed the part with heart when we spark they part\nRunning silly through the court) they don't really wanna start\n(how you wanna do?) yo k, anyway\nThese motherf**ers wanna play we can do it all day\nSo i stay (sipping on my aray to keep my head fine\nAnd i'm where? everywhere from here to bedtime)\nAnd i squeeze when i say i'm coming\nStraight gunning on enemies if it's really me that they wanting\n(cause it ain't nothing, y'all n***as is fronting\nDo you really want it? n***as dying...)\n2pac-\nDon't make enemies with me\nI try to tell these motherf**ers they ain't see\nDon't make enemies with me\nYou'd rather f** with these other other little gs\nDon't make enemies with me\nI try to tell these motherf**ers they ain't see\n\n\n\nDon't make enemies with me\nYou'd rather f** with these other other little gs\nDon't make enemies with me\nBig mal with yak in brackets-\nNow, we're in '94, n***as get bust through the do'\n?cup? in a flash sittin on that a** (and rarely fold)\nGalitter tell 'em bout that trife sh** (you wanna fight?\nI wanna light sh**, you lose your life b**h)\nA n***a struggle too hard for what i got\nHustle (and doubled every f**ing yard that i cop and stop\nHell nah! i coulnd't see it\nFacing a century in the penatentury but so be it)\nAnd jesus couldn't help me out the state\n(prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate\nBut wait) no time for stalling (but d**h is calling)\nYou wanna stomp on it somebody's gotta start falling\n(true, what i do from sun up) is for a come up\n(wake up with my gun up) cause when i sneak that's when they run up\n(so it's time to spray like ray\nAnd put the freeze on these fake gs) you know how we do\n2pac-\nDon't make enemies with me\nI try to tell these motherf**ers they ain't see\nDon't make enemies with me\nYou'd rather f** with these other other little gs\nDon't make enemies with me, n***a\nI try to tell these motherf**ers they ain't see\nDon't make enemies with me\nYou'd rather f** with these other other little gs\nDon't make enemies with me\nWhat n***a? young motherf**ing thugs, let's out do it\nDon't make enemies with me n***a\nY'all better f** with these other n***as\nAnd i don't see it\nDon't make enemies with me\nMotherf**ers is fatal n***a\nI swear by the gods\nDon't make enemies with me n***a\nn***as gonna see they caskets f**ing with these ba*tards\nDon't make enemies with me\nIt's for all these motherf**ers that's swearing to god\nThat they be doing something\nDon't make enemies with me\nThat they touching something\nThat they being something\nY'all n***as ain't sh**\nThat's on my mama bring the drama, n***a\nYoung thugs, f** the d**\nThese n***as making records, y'all n***as best to check it\nCause y'all gonna get yo a**hole tore\nThey tearing patches out you n***as a**\nAll y'all n***as, i don't give a f** who you running with\nThis is thug life n***a, the new generation motherf**er\nYoung thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherf**ers\nY'all better feel this sh**, don't make enemies with these n***as\nYou better be friendly motherf**er, i swear to god\nWe running through, smile from handshake\n",
    "2pac - Every word lyrics": "Cuts to the heart\nConversations are ended\nbefore they start\nis this what you want?\nIs this what\nmust be?\nThis is not a game\nThis is a love \n\n\n\none should be played\nThe other cherised\nI feel to hearts breaking?\nis this what you want?\nis this what I want?\nis this what must be?",
    "2pac - Everyday Struggle Hold On Be Strong lyrics": "[INTRO]\n\"Your life has been marked by considerable pain..\nDo you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live\nA normal, happy life?\"\nNo, but.. I.. I'm goin' for it.. I'm tryin' for it\nAnd until then..I have to make the life that I do live\nAs happy as I can and try to do the best with what I have\nDo.. you know, live the best life I can live\nBe as happy as I can be.. nothing is perfect for anybody\nI don't think\nThug for life, feel me? (that's right)\nI know it seems hard sometimes, but..\nRemember one thing..\nTo every dark night, there's a bright day after that\nAll my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong\nWhen things get bad, especially come the first and the fifteenth\nSo no matter how hard it get, stick you chest out, keep your head up..\nAnd handle it!\nHold on..\nI'll catch y'all up in the next life\nWe're in traffic\nAy do this Thug style main, Thug style\nWhen this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to 'em bet\nIt's all good, uhh\n[2Pac]\nI never had much, ran with a bad bunch\nLittle skinny kid sneakin' weed in my bag lunch\nAnd all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by\nAnd driveby's robbed my homies of their young lives\nI never did cry, and even though I had\nPain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start\nThey couldn't tell me nothin', they all tried to help me\nThe marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy\nI travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year\nI felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here\nNever did like the police, let the whole world know\nNow I gets no peace, cause they chasin' me down\nAnd facing me now, what do I do?\nThese thangs that a Thug goes through\nAnd still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong\nIt's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on\n[Hook: repeat 2X]\nI wish I could take the pain away \n\n\n\nIf you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day\nEverything will be alright if you hold on\nIt's a struggle everyday, you gotta roll on\n[2Pac]\nThere's, never a good day, cause in my hood they\nLet they AK's pump strays where the kids play\nAnd every Halloween, check out the murder scene\nCan't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen\nMy homies dyin' 'fore they get to see they birthdays\nThese is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray\nAnd even God turned his back on the ghetto youth\nI know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof\nI wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does\nDoes it matter if you blood or you cuz\nRemember how it was, the picnics and the parties in the projects\nSmall time drinkin' getting high with them armies\nJust another knucklehead kid from the gutter\nI'm dealin' with the madness, raised by a single mother\nI'm tryin' to tell you when it's on\nYou gotta keep your head to the sky and be strong, most of all hold on\n[Hook]\n[Interlude:]\nI know them ain't tears coming down your face\nWhen it's on it's on but wipe your eyes\nIn this world only the strong survive y'know\nHmm, I know it's hard out there\nWelfare, AIDS, earthquakes, muggings, carjackings\nYeah we got problems but believe me when I tell you\nThings always get better God don't like ugly\nAnd God don't like no quitters\nYou know what Billie Holiday said bay-bee\nGod bless the child that can hold his own\nY'know? You got to stand strong\nAnd when these busters try to knock you out your place\nYou stand there to they face tell em hold on, and be strong\nThe game don't stop, Hmmm\nHold on, and be strong, this here is Black Man\n[Outro]\nIf you don't never leave nothin', learn one thing\nIt don't stop, til the casket drop\nHold on",
    "2pac - Everything They Owe lyrics": "[2pac talking]\nImagine if you could go back, actually talk to the muthaf**as\nThat put us here (ha ha ha)you know, the first muthaf**az\nThat came into the slave sh** (excuse me, excuse me, look)\n[verse 1] 2pac\nWe back for everything you owe, no longer opressed\nCause now we over-throne those that placed us in this rotten mess\nUnless we agree on strategy and pick our enemies ride\nWho stands accused of the abuse my own kind to ride\nPardon, not dis-reguaridin' what you thinkin'\nBut you must abandon ship, cause once i rip, your whole sh** is sinkin'\nSupreme autiology, you claim the whole\nClaimin' that we all drug-dealers with empy souls\nThat you should tempt me to roll, commit to violence\nIn the mists of an act of war, witnesses left silent\nShatter, black tylin-style, thoughts i throw\nIt remains in your brain, then ofcouse it grows\nMaybe, even your babies can produce and rise\nPicture a life where black babies can survive pa**-fire\nBut we must have hope, quotin' the reverend from the pope\nBut refuse to turn the other cheek, we must defeat the evil coprait\nLace me with words of destruction, and i'll explode\nBut supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow\nThis ain't my talkin' 'bout problems, i bring solution\nWisdom, restitution, stipulated through the constitution\nYou violated, now i'm back to haunt your nights\nListen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed\nAnd incase you don't know, ghetto-born, black seeds still grow\nWe comin' back for everything you owe\n[chorus]by: ???\nI'm comin' collectin' the sh** that belong to me\nMuthaf**as are runnin' and duckin'\n(how do you pleed mr. shakur ?\n\n\n\nHow do you pleed? how do i pleed? yes sir,\nHow do you pleed? you know how i pleed,\nCome on !!!)\nI'm a crazy n***a on a mission, with a bad mentality\nAll my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free\nI'm comin', comin'\n[verse 2] 2pac\nNot guilty on the grounds of insanity, it was him or me\nBustin' at my innocent family, say they lookin' for keys\nI was home alone, blind to the prelude\nBustin', talkin' bout \"where is the quelos\", \"what you say fool !?!?\"\n\"where in the hell is the search warrant !?!?\" \"no feed-back\" is what he uttered\nBefore he screamed \"n***a-muthaf**a\"\nDropped me to my knees, i proceed to bleed\nSufferin' them \"way-no\" blows to my hands and knees\nWill i survive? as god whatchin'\nI grab his gat and bust in self defense, my only option\nGod-damn...\nNow they got me goin' to the county jail\nAnd my family can't pay this outrageous bail\nTry to offer me a deal, they told me if i squeal\nMove me and my people to a mansion in brazil\nNot me ! so this is how it ends, no friends\nI'll be stressed, and they just re-posess my benz\nTold the judge it was self-defense, but he won't listen\n'till i'm bumpin' in some federal prision\nGivin' everything i owe\n[chorus]by: ???\nI'm comin' collectin' the sh** that belong to me\nMuthaf**as are runnin' and duckin'\nI'm a crazy n***a on a mission, with a bad mentality\nAll my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free\nI'm comin'\nI'm comin' collectin' the sh** that belong to me\nMuthaf**as are runnin' and duckin'\nI'm a crazy n***a on a mission, with a bad mentality\nAll my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free\nI'm comin', comin', comin'\n",
    "2pac - Everything's gonna be alright lyrics": "[Intro]\n(This a little something for yall)\n[Verse 1: Musa]\nSometimes I feel like I shouldn't be on\nThis earth, or I wish it happened differently\nWith my birth\nDealing with the troubles of being raised by a\nSingle mother, and the grief of my slain grandmother\nLiving in a life not having a lot, but having\nEnough, just barely making it\nGoing from school to school was tough\nNot having a real friend\nAt most times I felt alone, like I was\nThe only one on this planet, having to\nFigure it all out on my own\nNo friends, no one who loves me. Sometimes\nI feel like my family isn't even there\nFor me. Dealing with the struggles of\nPoverty, being neglected by people it bothers me\nSo I turn to d** to keep sane\nPutting myself through heel just to ease\nThe pain. Feeling like I'm hellbound, but\nHell can't be worse than this cause I'm\nIn hell now. Trapped in this living hell\nI need to escape it. Thought of\nSuicide, but didn't know how my family\nWould take it. Living this life ain't\nFor everybody, but keep ya head up, ya\nMind right, and know that everything's\nGonna be alright\n[Hook]\nKeep ya head up\nOhhh child things are gonna get\nEasier\nOhhh child things are gonna get brighter(Repeat)\n[Verse 2: Musa]\nGrowing up not handed a silver spoon \n\n\n\nJust another black brother tryna get through\nMoving from town to town, no consistency\nWasn't my mother's fault, she tried\nHer best to keep some simplicity in our lives\nAnd we tried to get used to it\nBut getting older and losing friends wasn't\nSomething I could get used to, not one\nBit. No stable home, no stable friends\nMama tried her best to raise three men\nLiving in a house, raised by a single mother\nNeglected by my older brothers, imagine that\nChildhood. They produced a quiet boy with\nThe heart of a lion. Even all that heart\nCouldn't stop me from crying. At times, I\nFelt alone, like it was just me against\nThe world, but not even this world could\nBreak me. If anything, it made me, and\nStill I keep my head up through all the\nPain and adversity, and keep my mind straight\nTo get out of this world of misery\n[Hook]\nKeep ya head up\nOhhh child things are gonna get\nEasier\nOhhh child things are gonna get brighter(Repeat)\n[Verse 3: Musa]\nAll the pain inside\nEating you alive\nJust let it go\nAll the anger bottled up\nAll to just look tough\nJust let it go\nIt's no sin to cry\nNo sin for your eyes\nTo be dry\nJust let it go\nLet it all out\nAll the pain, anger, and fear\nJust... let it go",
    "2pac - Everywhere I Go lyrics": "[Voice sample from Star Trek V]\nI couldn't help but notice your pain\n[My pain?]\nIt runs deep\nShare it with me!\n[Verse 1: 2Pac:]\nThey'll never take me alive\nI'm gettin' high with my four-five\nco*ked on these s**as, time to die\nEven as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus\nI was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust\nBut now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?\nSmokin' weed helped me take away the pain\nSo I'm hopeless\nRollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry\nI'm about to crash up on the curb, cause my visions blurry\nMaybe if they tried to understand me\nWhat should I do?\nI had to feed my f**in' family\nWhat else could I do?\nBut be a thug\nOut slangin' with the homies\nf** hangin' with them phonies in the clubs\nGot my mind on danger\nNever been a stranger to homicide\nMy city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys\nWhy do we die at an early age?\nHe was so young\nBut still a victim of the 12 gauge\nMy memories of a corpse\nMind full of sick thoughts\nAnd I ain't goin' back to court\nSo f** what you thought\nI'm drinkin' hennessey\nRunnin from my enemies\nWill I live to be 23?\nThere's so much pain\n[Hook]\nEverywhere I go\nI see the darkness\nCovering skys\nEverywhere I go\nEverywhere I go\nTrouble seems to find me\nBlood in my eyes\nEverywhere I go\n[Verse 2: Game:]\nWhat would you do, if you couldn't make it to the NBA?\nWhat would you do, if you couldn't sing, like a Mary J?\nWhat would you do, if you couldn't hit a white ball, like Tyga?\nIf you wanted to model, but you wasn't skinny like Tyra?\nWhat if you wanted to be Eminem\nBut the closet thing to him, was a pack of M&M's? \n\n\n\nYou can be Eminem, and I got proof\nOr you could be Obama, and bring back troops\nOr you could be Osama, and tear off roofs\nOr be Corporate America, and reject all youth\nBe the fly on the woodgrain, inside my Coop\nOr be the sole, inside my shoe\nSo you can see where I walk, you can see where I been\nSee my father raping my sister when she was just ten\n9, 8, 7, 6, NASA take me away, life's a b**h\n[Hook 2]\nEverywhere I go\nTrouble seems to find me\nBlood in my eyes\nEverywhere I go\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nThey got me mobbin' like I'm\nLoc'ed and ready to get my slug on\nI load my clip and slip my motherf**in' gloves on\nI ain't scared to blast on these s**as if they test me\nTrust, I got my Glock co*ked playa if they press me\nBust on motherf**ers with a - paaa**ion\nBetter duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin'\nI'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high\nOn the lookout for my enemies\nDon't wanna die\nTell me why cause this stress is gettin' major\nA buck-fifty across the face with my razor\nWhat can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone\nKeep my brain on the game and stay head strong\nThese sorry ba*tards\nWant to k** me in my sleep but will they can I see\nAnd everyday it's just a struggle\nSteady thuggin' on the streets\nAnd I'll be ballin' loc\nDon't let 'em make you worry\nKeep swingin' at these s**as till you buried\nI was born to raise hell\nA n***a from the gutta\nWord to mutha I'm tough\nI'm kickin dust up\nReady to bust\nI'm on the scene steady muggin' mean\nUntil they k** me\nI'll be livin this life\nI know you feel me\nThere's so much pain\n[Hook 2]",
    "2pac - Everywhere We Go lyrics": "(Chorus)\nEverywhere we roll, n***as act like they don't know\nIt's like everywhere we roll\n(Verse 1 - Big Hutch)\nSee, in the 'hood, a little baby hollers\nMy momma said it's all about the dollar\nRoll, ???, and Impalas\nJust because the big homie hit it\nWe looked up to the homies 'cause we was young n***as wit' it\nSpit on the sidewalk, outlined in chalk\nWe bail to the store, for the Thunderbird\nWhat's the word, Playa?\nDrop a sack, n***a\nMe... Hutch is down so get it off... and bring yours back n***a\nBeginnin', the lifestyle's a straight mystery\nA n***a learned the game, f** history\nStarted with a couple of zones, then we bought a bird\nTime get up... a spot, f** standin' on the curb\nSomewhere... where, we can kick it with some b**hes that's fine\nSmoke... skunk weed, and drink, that Nitrane wine\nShiet... pimp ??? never talk about the grind\nNo misdomeanors, no small prize\nATL straight smokin' tonight!\n(Chorus)\nEverywhere we go, n***as act like they don't know\nIt's like, everywhere we roll\nEverywhere we roll, n***as act like they don't know\nIt's like everywhere we roll\n(Verse 2 - KMG) \n\n\n\nI love... rollin' my Chevrolet\nOn the wicked back streets of Californ I, A\nI know when I roll, you wanna test my fate\nThat's why I pack big heat, as I bounce, rock, skate\nNever know no, catch me slippin' dippin' a turf\nf**in' with me, find your dick deep in the curb\nAnd you know I'm all about business\nSlick get-a-ways, at a tight position\nQuick to check a b**h, quick in a hurry\n90 percent of y'all b**hes ain't worthy\n\"Buy me this, take me out\"\n\"Boo, I want a new car\"\n\"Boo, I want a town house\"\nYo, I never trust a b**h a 100 percent\nThat's why I never trick\nYou can get some dick, but no chips\nNow, I once knew this b**h named Tina, super cold\nf**ed more n***as than Vanessa Del Rio\nThen I met Sam... Ooh, God damn!\nI met her back stage at the Oak-Town Summer Jam\nA felony hoe, a season pro\nDid me and Kim G\nAnd our sound man, Pee Wee\nWhat about Donna?\nI thought you wouldn't mess\nMoved to L.A., with prospects to be a actress\nShe's in the movie that will never come out\nFreak Fest 2000, pimp, drink, smoke out!\n(Chorus - Change \"n***as\" to \"b**hes\")\n(Chorus - Again)",
    "2pac - Eye for Eye lyrics": "[Intro: ?]\nI need it from the top!\n[Hook: 50 Cent]\nn***a you sh** on me, I sh** on you\nYou put a hit on me, I put a hit on you\nAn eye for an eye n***a\nSurvive the shots or die n***a\n2x\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nFollow me tell me if you feel me\nI think n***as is tryin' to k** me\nPicturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me\nKeepin' it real and even if I do conceal\nMy criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel\nSee n***as is false, sittin in court, turned snitches\nThat used to be real, but now they petrified b**hes\nI'm tryin to be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me\nListen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me\nConstantly armed, my firepower keep me warm\nI'm trapped in the storm, and f** the world 'til I'm gone\nb**hes be warned - word is bond, you'll get torn\nI'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my n***as wrong\nAnd then it's on, before I leave picture me\nI'm spittin' at punk b**hes and hustlin to be free\nWatch me set it, n***as don't want it, you can get it\nBet it make these jealous n***as mad I said it\nThis Thug Life n***a, we don't cater to you hoes\nf** with me, have a hundred motherf**ers at yo' do'\nWith fo'-fo's\n[Hook: 50 Cent]\nYou sh** on me, I sh** on you\nYou put a hit on me, I put a hit on you\nAn eye for an eye n***a\nSurvive the shots or die n***a\nn***a you sh** on me, I sh** on you\nYou put a hit on me, I put a hit on you\n[Verse 2: 50 Cent]\nI got a handgun habit, n***a front I'll let you have it \n\n\n\nWhen the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it\nI'm allergic to the feathers on these bird-a** n***as\nFront and I'll put your brains on that curb fast n***a\nI ain't a marksman, one spark and I spray sh**\nNuff rounds from that H-K, I don't play b**h\nMove like I'm militant, back on that gorilla sh**\nMoody, disrespectful, unruly, but n***as can't move me\nI squeeze till I run out of ammo, if it's a problem it's handled\nI have your people pourin' our liquor and lightin' candles\nYou f** around I blow your brains on my New York Times\nRun home, turn to the sports section and read your mind\nIt's crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust\nFirst there's crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse\nWe don't go to funerals, but we'll go to your wake fam\nDo your body all banged up, you made a mistake man\n[Hook: 50 Cent]\nn***a you sh** on me, I sh** on you\nYou put a hit on me, I put a hit on you\nAn eye for an eye n***a\nSurvive the shots or die n***a\n2x\n[Outro: ?]\nIt\u00b4s over anything starts from now..\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nGotta go out [?]\nDamn right\nYou gotta be ready to go down, stand up\nAnd die for that sh** like Blizard did!\nIf you want some juice\nGoin crazy [?]\nHow the f** you call me crazy man\nI\u00b4ll blow you\u00b4re f**ing brains out\nFirst thing we\u00b4ll all go down unless we stay together\nAin't no one man thing\nYou know that sh**",
    "2pac - F.E.A.R. lyrics": "[Intro]\nFear.....everybody's afraid of something\nSome people are even afraid to die\nTo lose their life at the hands of another...\nOr by God Himself\nAnd what about you, n***a?\nAre you afraid to die?\nAre you afraid to die, n***a?!\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nThey wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind\nLook down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry\nFallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord\nBut he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty\nShow me a miracle, I'm hopeless -- I'm chokin off\nMarijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin focus\nFallin to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die?\nForever paranoid and nervous because I'm high\nDon't mention funerals I'm stressin, and goin nutty\nAnd reminiscin bout them n***as that murdered my buddy\nI wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny\nFlashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money\nWhere am I goin I discovered, can't nothin save me\nMy next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers\nPut a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it\nHappy birthday b**h, you know you shouldn'ta did it\nEverybody's dyin am I next, who can I trust?\nWill they be G's, and they look at me before they bust?\nOr will they k** me while I'm sleepin, two to the head\nWhile I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets\nIs there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious\nOf this b**h the line busy everytime I call her\nNow she's tellin me to visit, who else is home? \n\n\n\nI check the house before I bone, so we all alone\n[Verse 2: Z-Mane]\nLook, the only thing a n***a fearing is the thought of losing\nI need to get out and get something, no time for snoozing\nAlthough my dreams been telling me that I'll make it\nI gotta switch to reality and hope that it will never break me\nNever again will I say I'm fly 'cause that's a lie\nMy fear of heights made it clear, but I'm not scared to die\nWhen it's my time to go, please don't reset your clocks\n'Cause I'll be up in the sky, Royalty, we at the top\nLook at the life that we live in, got n***as shooting children\nBecause they got their hoodie up, that makes him look suspicious?\nYou n***as trippin', better catch yourself before you fall\n'Cause in these streets, n***as will have your face upon the wall\nFalling asleep is not an option\nThat's the cousin of d**h, I need to go, there ain't no stopping\nNo need for decimals dropping, no need for these weapons popping\nNo need for n***as to get chopped up, Lorena Bobbit\nMakaveli The Don, I follow k**uminati\nI read the Blueprint, he ain't part of your little society\nNever selling my body for fame, money, and women\nThat's why I question mainstream, forever independent\nI never feared a single human being\nBut G.O.D. got something planned for us all, mane, and I believe it\nIt's just a matter of choice whether you fear it or not\nBut let's just see the choice you make when you face the Glock\n(BANG! BANG!)",
    "2pac - f** All Y'all lyrics": "[Intro:]\nHa ha ha...f** all y'all...f** all y'all...I don't need nobody\nf** 'em...f** all y'all\n[Verse 1]\nMoney gone f** friends\nI need a homie that know me\nwhen all these muthaf**in' cops be on me\nI got problems ain't nobody calling back\nnow what the f** is happenin' with my ballin' cats\nRemember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl\nSippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and\nall we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew\nwe had b**hes by the dozens oh we f**in' cousins\nYou can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc\na n***a just got paid and we still was broke\nIt took time but finally the cash was mine\nall the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind\nLook around and all I see is snakes and faces\nlike scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's\nand when you stuck where the f** is all ya friends\nThey straight busted and can't be trusted f** y'all\n[Chorus]\nf** all y'all [2x]\n[Verse 2]\nI'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use\ncause I'm a hopeless thug\nAin't no love reminiscing on how close we was\nway back in the day before they put the crack in the way\nand heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day\nIt's gettin' rough collect calls from my n***as in court\nI recollect we used to ball now just living's enough\nI stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall \n\n\n\nThug for life scrawled all across the wall\nand all about my dollars make me wanna holla\ndrop an album sell a million give a f** about tomorrow\nI know it's gettin' crazy after dark\nthese marks keep on huffin' and puffin'\nain't no fear in my heart\nWhat's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive\nI still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai\nIn 94 I'll be going solo\ntoo many problems with my own\nso I'm rolling do-do\nf** all y'all\n[Chorus 3x]\n[Verse 3]\nI went from rags to riches quick\nto socializing with the baddest b**hes\nwent from a bucket to a rag with switches\nI'm seein' d**h around the corner\nI'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna\nI'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai\nmixed with some indonesia watch me fly\nAnd even though I know the cops behind me\nhit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)\nwill I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court\nf** the law give a sh** I'm even worse than before\nI know they wanna see a n***a buried\nbut I ain't worried still throwing these thangs\ngot me locked in these chains\nand hey n***a what the f** is you wailin' 'bout\nsoon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out\nAnd when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball\nI'm screaming Thug Life n***a f** y'all\n[Repeat of intro]",
    "2pac - f** Dre lyrics": "[Skit/Intro: Dr. Dre impersonator]\nHey what's up man?\n[Aspiring rapper]\nAy yo Dre, I got some heat for you man\nI want you to check out this tape dawg\nYa know what I'm sayin'?\nI wanna be put on Aftermath, how can I be down man?\n[Dre]\nWell you know how we get down over here\n[Rapper]\nNah man, how y'all get down?\n[Dre]\nWell, you know, you gotta un-a** some of that shoot\n[Rapper]\nWhat?\n[Dre]\nWell, if you wanna f** with Aftermath\n[Rapper]\nAy man what the f** you doing? *belt*\n[Dre)\nYo Mel Man, go get me the K-Y dogg\n[Rapper]\nYeah man, but, that's how all y'all get down over there man?\n*dropping pants*\n[\"f** You\" starts playing]\n[Dre]\nYeah man go get the ecstasy pills man\nThis one gonna be a wild one tonight\nI wanna take this n***as manhood and his music\n[Dre & Rapper]\nUgh, yeah, Ugh, yeah, Mel Man this sh** good\nOhh, oh, you gettin' some or what?\n[Verse 1: Tha Realest]\nI give a f** about this n***a named Alize, leave the b**h a** dead in the alleyway\nForever today, I'm lettin' him know, these d**h Row n***as ain't gonna never play\nCan you believe this n***a, screamin' that he got that sh** we call the chronic?\nIf he smoke the sh**, he'll probably vomit, this b**h ain't never had bionic\nMother f**er who you taught to smoke in trees, n***a bow down on your f**in' knees\nIn this life I lead we k** for greed, understand we ride for currency\nI have to k** b**hes like Eminem, leave him dead just like the rest of them\nStill testin' them, at the Source Awards, his bodyguards wasn't protectin' him\nNow you actin' like and a n***a you and Snoop are tight\nYou wasn't there when he was fightin' for his life\nThat sh** ain't right, it was me, best believe\nWhen I see your a** I'm takin' flight\nNow a n***a turned back to the old you\nThat b**h from the World Cla** Wreckin Cru\nWith your lipstick on and a dick in your a**\nHa, Ha, yeah n***a you remember you\n[Hook: Twist]\u00d72\nSo what do you say to somebody you hate?\nLeave your body full of holes, left in chalk and tape\nMotherf** Snoop and N.W.A\nd**h Row could give a f** about Dre\n[Verse 2: Swoop G]\nIf you b**h n***as f** with us\nWe got my n***as in the cut\nReady to f** you up\nI got a pretty bad b**h that'll set you up\nTake you to a penthouse and let you f**\nThen cut your nuts\nDr. Dre been soft from the very start\nLike when Eazy f**ed his a**, he ain't had no heart\nHe and 'Pac came out and he pulled apart\nHad everybody knewin' that your a** was marked\nf** Nate Dogg, Eminem, and Snoop\nAnd all them b**h motherf**ers that ride with you\nI know they sided with you, they gonna hide with you\nYeah, n***a, motherf**ers gonna die with you \n\n\n\nBe prepared to shoot\nLet the guns bust n***a at Tha Realest and Swoop\nKey to rockin' Lil Style in the Lexus Coupe\nEverything you write, n***a, is bullet-proof\nYou know how d**h Row do\n[Hook]\u00d72\n[Verse 3: Lil C Style]\nY'all know you're just some mark a**\nHooked down, b**h a** n***as who ain't gonna blast\nWhen I see y'all n***as aloud\nCan't none of y'all n***as move my a**\nI'm Lil C Style in the Lexus Coupe\nHigh off weed and lots of loot\nAin't no tellin' what I'm gonna do\nWhen I catch that scary a** n***a Snoop\nMight blast you, hara** your boo\nCause a n***a gettin' way more cash than you\nThrowin' up 1-9 while I'm pa**in' you\nGot all these mother f**ers askin' you\nWhy Swoop and Lil Style keep smashin' you?\nGot all these new n***as dissin' you\nCause you a b**h-a**, punk-a**\nScary a** n***a who ain't gonna blast\nI just might roll up and puff your a**\nThen smoke weed with your cousin Daz\nTell him my n***a just blast your a**\nYoung Swoop ain't gotta hit a n***a with no gla**\nCause keenin' rock puttin' n***as on they a**\nAnd d**h Row n***as will always mash\nClock the cash, Glock the mask\nAnd if you run up, I'll sock your a**\n[Hook]\n[Verse 4: Twist]\nI'll always be Twist\nAlivay my guess\nAt dispense\nSo blood I split\nLike wrists and so slick\nIt's Twist, 2, GDS\nSick attributes\nAnd attitudes like I have to shoot\nWith the heat that Slim Shady\nHad him f**in' his kid's baby\nAnd mouth full of M-80's\nBring him through the last circle\nLeave his a** hurtin'\nAnd his cap lurkin'\nMan, I can work you\nStay away from the name rest, Eminem\nCause I'm aimin' for the embelin\nAnd I could give a f** about Dre and Snoop\nOnly mad cause the game was rapin' you\nDoin' four minus too much\nGet your groove crushed\nIt's true lust\nThat could make a prostitute blush\nf** what you heard like a dick in your ear\nn***a beggin' to disappear move Swoop from the rear\nI'm mack cappin' that world cla** cat\nUntil you drop dead\nAnd Dre stay gay cause 'Pac said\nAnd this Twist from Chaps and The Last Circle\nIf you wanna know who said it motherf**er...\n[Hook]\u00d72\n[The Realest]\n[d**h Row n***a\nd**h Row n***a\nd**h Row in this mother f**er\nCome on] x 3 (in background)\n**\n(talking over)\nI'm poppin' sh**\nDouble R tops dropped\nAnd the Glocks co*k\nBullet-Proof vests never get put to rest\nKnow what I mean?\nFor my n***a Makaveli we still ridin' up in this motherf**er\nd**h Row Westside n***a\nCan you n***as see me?\nThe Realest aka Tenkamenin and Vigilante\nThe world don't understand me\nThe re-birth of a pitiful-a** young motherf**er\nEat a dick all day\nEat a dick all day on Westside",
    "2pac - f** Em All lyrics": "You a what? Bad Boy k**az\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\nYeah n***a, f** 'em all\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\nf** all you muthaf**ers\nAyyo Biggie Put your hands up\nNow I can make it happen\nMy rappin' is similar to muthaf**ers when they scrappin'\nBlast and watch em' back up\nNotorious biggie k**er, affiliation with d**h row\nn***as get their caps pealed back, fool this the west coast\nf** ah misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies\nMr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these\nIntoxicated we duplicated but never faded\nNow that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'\nGot a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit\nThen got a drop top jag for these b**hes that's on my dick\nGo to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back\nI wait for n***as to trip, cause b**h I love to scrap\nNow mama raised me as a thug n***a, with love n***as\nI'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer\nI went from rocks to zines, writing raps and movies\nI went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me\nSo f** em' all\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\nCome put your hands up in the air\nIt's a middle finger affair, yeah\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\nNow could you picture my criminal status at its f**in' peak\nEven the baddest be gettin' murdered in they seats\nI'm addicted to these streets\nLike crack is to these creeps\nSeein' visions of a prison\nWake up screamin' in my sleep\nIs there a heaven in this hell\nAh possibility of livin' well\nBut if they k**in' me\nI get my stripes and whose to tell\nChoosing to sell\nI'd rather die and be deceased\nWorld mob figga addicted to these f**ing streets\nNow put your muthaf**ing hands up\nIf you'se a rider (Ride)\nn***as ain't k**ers so they hidin' (Why?)\nf** em' all, touch em' all\nThat's the way that we do it\nRide up, hop the f** out watch that b**h n***a lose it\nMan I'm as strong as this game\nYa'll be knowing my name (Edi)\nA young high strung thug n***a created by pain\nLivin' my life in the fast lane\nGettin' f**ed by the past\nGot my mind on my cash and my next piece of a**\nSo f** em' all\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\nCome put your hands up in the air\nIt's a middle finger affair, yeah\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\nI do my girl all by my lonely\nDon't need no phony homey to call me\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\nBack off I hit at everyone of you homies \n\n\n\nSo don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\nn***a, we Outlaw ridahz\nDon't give a f** if ya love us we thuggin'\nI got glad bags with enemies\nCut up so they remember me\nSoaked up in Hennessey\nSo they relatives know it's me\nYou can bet your last dollar, I'll dick em' and holla\nRidin' these hoochies like they some heavy a**, Chevy impalas\nJump up and get your a** shot up\nFor the profit pick my Glock up\nI'm bustin' in self defense ya see\nPoppin' nobody got em' Holla\nOutlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal\nVacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal\nHere come the coppers, the S.W.A.T. team and the helicopters\nThem crackers is crazy (Why?)\n'Cause they'll never stop us\nI watch Arnold Schwarzenegger bust somebody in the movie\nNow I want to do it too\nOhh, ohh n***as is too through\nTrue to the game\nI claim Outlaw riders\nWe give a f** what they try\nI'm\n'Cause Young Noble behind it\nCan you picture me stickin' n***as for they watch and chain\nKick back lil' n***a, and watch the game\nGet your mobb rocked and what-not\nWe keep it poppin' like a drug spot\nThe streets know what's hot\nTrust me\nEven my hood call me baby Malcolm X\nWith the teck's\nShower some slugs on em'\nI've got a brother don't rest, and he keep some d** on him\nAlways in grind mood, hustle to find food\nEver seen faces of d**h? That's what my nine do\nI keep my mind on my money\nAnd my money on my mind\nWith my back against the wall\nLike I'm runnin' outta time\nEven rap with a gat\nI must be goin' out my mind\nLike I'm up against the world\nThis guerilla team of mine\nScreamin'\nThug Life b**h, f** 'em all\nAnd die for em'\nEven if them the last n***a left I'ma ride for em'\nFeel me?\nUntil they k** me, that's how I'm rollin'\nf** em' all\nLet them die\nThat's my slogan\nf** em' all\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\nCome put your hands up in the air\nIt's a middle finger affair, yeah\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\nI do my girl up by my lonely\nDon't need no phony homey to call me\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\nBack off I hit at everyone of you homies\nSo don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\nn***a, we Outlaw ridahz\nDon't give a f** if ya love us we thuggin'\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)\n(That's right b**h, f** 'em all)",
    "2pac - f** Friendz lyrics": "[2Pac - over background voices]\nMy ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends..\n(Where my n***az at? Where my n***az where my b**hes?\nWhere my n***az at? Where my b**hes at?\nThrow your hands in the air\nEverybody just throw your hands in the air)\nLet's be friends..\n(Wessyde in this motherf**er right here, Wessyde..)\n[2Pac]\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pa** bye wink in my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps baby? (Wha**up?) Come get with me and perhaps lady\nyou can help me multiply my stacks baby\nCurrency seems small I need companionship (hey)\nThrough with that - scandalous sh**, I bet your man ain't sh**\nSo why you hesitatin actin like yo' sh** don't stink\nCheck out my - diamonds b**h everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw n***a with riches\nCream dreamin motherf**er, on a mash for b**hes\nCheck my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head b**h\nLet my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap\nPuttin b**h-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called comp, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin on yo' main b**h head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)\nUnderstand this, ain't no n***a like me, f** Jay-Z\nHe broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends\n[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]\nLet's be friends (where my n***az at? come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your\nfriends.. (all my n***az, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (where the b**hes at, where the n***az with money?)\n(where you at baby?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your\nfriends.. (cash makin hoes)\nWhy you trickin on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends\n[2pac]\nI met you and I stuttered in pa**ion\nThough slightly blinded by that a**\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants\nEvery time you pa** got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin\nMe and you one on one (see that b**h) picture countless options\nWas it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics\nFar from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch\neverything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine\nJust a skinny n***a f**in like she stole my mind\nBack in time I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag\nf** Dre, tell that b**h he can kiss my a**\nBack to you, my pretty a** caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs now\nLet me in between as friends\n[Chorus: singer + 2Pac] \n\n\n\nLet's be friends (wessyde, motherf**er right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your\nfriends.. (wessyde in this motherf**er)\nWhy you trickin on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (wessyde in this motherf**er right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your\nfriends.. (in this motherf**er right here)\nWhy you trickin on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends\n[2Pac]\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got em ready for a booty call, I f**ed your b**h (Ha hah!)\nWas it me or the fame? My dick or the game?\nBet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)\nScream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a weak spot\nfor pretty b**hes up and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby let your back get into it\nMake it fluid, in and out, all around when a n***a do it\nYou got me high! Let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nf** player hatin n***az cause they co*k block (co*k block)\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a n***a up in prison, why you change?\nMade a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed\nA bad seed turned good - in this world of G's\nBaby got me fantasizin, seein you naked\nIt's the f** song, so check my record\nAnd let's be friends\n(Where my n***az at? Show me where my n***az at?\nWhere my b**hes at) Thug style!\n[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]\nLet's be friends (where my n***az at, where my b**hes at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air!)\nFriends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends (where my n***az at, where my b**hes at?)\n(Where my n***az at?)\nFriends.. (where my n***az at, where my b**hes at?)\n(Where my people at? Let's be..)\n[2Pac]\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my n***az now, just my n***az come\nWhere my n***az at? Just my n***az now\nBe friends, tell me where my n***az at\nBe friends, tell me where my b**hes at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nBe friends, tell me where my b**hes at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]\nLet's be friends (get your cash on, let's, get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your\nfriends.. (c'mon, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your\nfriends.. (c'mon, getcha cash on)\nWhy you trickin on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends\nMake money, take money! [repeat 5X]",
    "2pac - f** Hollywood lyrics": "What's wrong baby?\n{*whispering like \"The 6th Sense\"*}\nI see gay people...\n[Tha Realest]\nd**h Row sh**; Assa**in on the track\nI be Tha Realest - f** Hollywood! (f** 'em)\nHahaha..\n[Verse 1]\nI use to love to watch the motherf**in Fresh Prince\nAnd then I found out that Will Smith was stuck on dick\nHollywood don't mean a motherf**in thing to me\nCause at the same time Jada Pinkett sprung on p**y\nWhile MC Lyte, and the motherf**in Brat's a dyke\nDon't get me wrong, cause they're tuned to what these n***as all like\nI ain't no hater to my nation I'm just keepin it true\nCause these the same peoples that our kids look up to\nAnd I use to love watchin Magic back in the day\nAnd then I found out this n***a fell off with AIDS\nI'm like damn what the f** Magic? How the f** Magic?\nSomebody been in his a**, so let this n***a have it\nAnd b**hes come a dime a dozen\nWhy these n***as frontin like they was b**hes, when they really wasn't\nCause in these movies they got hardcore reps\nJust like Omar Epps, but be f*gs and quiet as kept\n[Hook] {*singer ad-libs*}\nI ain't the type to try and hold no grudge\nBut sh** n***a f** Hollywood this sh** ain't what I thought it was\nHalf the peeps you see on TV are f*gs\nAnd everybody, in the industry be kissin they a**, c'mon\nI ain't the type to try and hold no grudge\nBut sh** n***a f** Hollywood this sh** ain't what I thought it was\nHalf the peeps you see on TV are f*gs\nAnd everybody, in the industry be kissin they a**\n[Verse 2]\nMakaveli spoke the real sh**, that's why they all b**h\nAnd Johnny Gill s**ed Sugar Ray Leonard's dick\nI'm hella-sent cause motherf**ers never thought of this\nf** Hollywood n***a - that's from Tha Realest\nI give a f** about who feelings I hurt\nThis comes along with bein on d**h Row; n***a so I'm puttin in work\nAnd I think the motherfukin world should know\nThat their rap stars and movie stars ain't nuttin but hoes\nAnd Eminem best to close his trap; cause I predict\nHe'll be the first white motherf**er murdered in rap\nIs it a scandal? I know all you heard about Tevin Campbell \n\n\n\nHe turned out, a punk b**h, to some it's hard to handle\nI get extreme at times, but these are things that you should know\nI know you n***as don't think I forgot about that b**h named Sisqo\nWho's the real ho? Switch-hittin punk-a** b**h\nI'm dedicated to this gangsta sh**; fu*k HOLLYWOOD!\nChorus\n[Verse 3]\nNow would you believe me, if I told you what I heard\nIt's hard to perceive me, when they critique my every word\nJust got the news about the couple court'n\nWhitney Houston, Bobby Brown just been found snortin\nk**in them softly, here's some sh** that you might not like\nEddie Murphy's creepin late night, pickin up transvestites\nI'm gettin paid off big rhymes that I say, and by the way\nI heard that n***a Alize, loves to go both ways\nAnd even Janet, DAMMIT girl you too damn fine\nTo be gettin licked - let a real G, f** from behind\nI gives a f** what they all say\nAnd Halle Berry how you gonna f** wit that f*ggot a**, Eric Benet?\nSee Hollywood ain't what it used to be\nCause the things that I see, ain't what were told to me\nIt's so scandolous deep inside I wish the lifestyle was all hood\nBut it ain't, so until then n***a scream f** Hollywood!\nChorus\n[*singer*]\nAll you cats y'all act like b**hes\nKnowin y'all be straight switch hittin\nKeep it real - you n***as ain't gangstas at all\nI - I said all you cats y'all act like b**hes\nKnowin y'all be straight switch hittin\nKeep it real - you n***as ain't gangstas at all\nYou n***as ain't gangstas at all\n[Tha Realest]\nIt ain't, man\nIt ain't what your n***as think it is\nAnd I ain't even hatin on this sh**\nI'm just tellin you what I SEEN! It's real!\nGrab your pumps and put the punks in the trunk\nGrab your pumps and put the punks in the trunk.. hey!\nGrab your pumps and put the punks in the trunk\nGrab your pumps and put the punks in the trunk, on Westside!\nI never knew it'd be like this in Hollywood\nGot me runnin in these streets, sippin on high speed\nAssa**in on the motherf**in track\nAnd we out this b**h!",
    "2pac - f** The Police lyrics": "Punk Police\nfu*k THE POLICE\nOh you too, n***a\nDon't think we ain't talking about your punk a**\nYou ol' fake a** n***a\nHere we go\nTurn it up let it start\nFrom block to block we snatchin hearts\nAnd jackin' marks\nAnd the punk police can't fade me\nYou made me\nCrooked-a** beast something daisy\nBut right now\nI got my mind set up\nLookin down the barrel of my nine\nGet up\nCause it's time to make that pay back\nFact\nAnd my brothas on the block better stay strapped\nBlack\nAnd accept no substitutes\nI bring truth to the youth\nTear the roof off the whole school\nOh no, I won't turn the other cheek\nCase you can't see\nThis what we burned the other week -uh\nNow we go him in the smash - blast\nHow long will it last until the po' get mo' cash?\nUntil then, RAISE up\nTo my young black males, BLAZE up\nLife's a mess\nDon't stress - test\nOr give in\nBut be thankful that you livin bless\nMuch love to my brothas in the Pen\nSee ya when I free ya\nNot when they shove me in\n[ Chorus ] x4\nThug for life\nHigh till I die\nShootin crooked-a** cops\nLettin' it fly\nTell 'em\nThug for life\nHigh till I die\nShootin crooked-a** cops\nLettin 'it fly\nTell 'em\nThug for life\nHigh till I die\nShootin crooked-a** cops\nLettin' it fly\nTell 'em\nThug for life\nHigh till I die\nShootin crooked-a** cops\nLettin 'it fly\nPump your fists like this\nHolla if you hear me\nPump pump if you're pissed\nTo the sell-outs, livin it up\nOne way or another you'll be givin' it up - hugh \n\n\n\nI guess cause I'm black-born\nI'm supposed to say \"peace\" sing songs and get capped on\nBut it's time for a new plan - BAMN!\nI'll be swingin like a one man klan\n[ Chorus ] x4\nThug for life\nHigh till I die\nShootin crooked-a** cops\nLettin' it fly\nTell 'em\nThug for life\nHigh till I die\nShootin crooked-a** cops\nLettin 'it fly\nInterview [referring to playing a cop as an actor]:\n\"The good part about is, we get to show the human side of cops doing what they do\nCause, it's always been my belief that cops are just a gang themselves- with the good and the bad\nLike I believe the gang bangers on the street got both good and bad like the police officers do\nThey got stress and they got character flaws that come from their lifestyles\nI could be the best actor that anybody seen\nGiven the chance, the opportunity, and the experience and the lessons from people, I could be the best...\nBut right now I don't wish to the best, I just want to be one of them\nIf you look at it from a stereotypical point of view, like how people say, you know\n'All your troubles with the law, how can you play a cop?'\nJust from a stereotypical point of view\nWho could play a cop better?\nI've seen them and their evil when they think nobody's looking. I've seen the compa**ion, I've seen the anger, I've seen the jealousy, I've seen fear, I've seen respect and I've seen hate- from cops\nMore than anybody, know what I mean? I been there. I just got out of maximum penitentiary",
    "2pac - f** the World lyrics": "Ha ha, what you say?\nWho you callin' rapist? Ain't that a b**h\nYou devils, are so two faceted\nWanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame\nAnd gettin' stalked by these crooked cops a-gain\nf**in' with the young black male, tryin' to stack mail\nAnd um, stay away from the packed jails\nI told the judge I'm in danger\nAnd that's why I had that fo'-five with one in the chamber\nf** the world!\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\nI woke up screamin, \"f** the world!\"\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\nJust woke up and screamed, \"f** the world!\"\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\nUh, I woke up and screamed, \"f** the world!\"\n(They're tryin' to say that I don't care)\nJust got up and screamed, \"f** the world!\"\nWhen I was comin' up rough that wasn't even what you called it\nThat's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics\nI'm gettin', threats to me, comin' from my enemies\nAnd, in they dreams it's, Hell where they sendin me\nHave I, lost control or just another soul\nA car full of motherf**ers when we roll\nSippin' on yak as I sit back (YES!) life as a big mack\nBrothers come up and say, \"You did that?\" (uh, uh, uh)\nNever take yo' eyes off the prize, and even if you gettin' high\nDon't ever hesitate to try\nCause you can fall off or stay ballin', n***as we all in\nAnd them my motherf**ers callin' (oh, oh, oh)\nf** the world!\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\nI woke up and screamed, \"f** the world!\"\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\nJust woke up and screamed, \"f** the world!\"\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\nI got up and screamed, \"f** the world!\"\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\nI woke up and screamed, \"f** the world!\"\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\nMan, f** the world,\nDamn, they wanna label me a menace\n'Cause I'm sittin' here sippin' on Guinness \n\n\n\nWeighin' 165, and these tricks should die\nFor bein' jealous of a brother when he rides\nI can see it in yo' eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin'\nThey hate to see a n***a ballin'\nSome of you s**ers is rottin', plottin' on what I got\nAnd then you wonder why I shot him (boo-ya!)\nStop givin game for free, you wanna hang with me\nLike being a thug is the thang to be?\nBut I got love for my homies, the G's and macks\nAnd if you're black, you better stay strapped\nn***a, f** the world!\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\nI woke up and screamed, \"f** the world!\"\n(They try to say that I don't care)\nI woke up and screamed, \"f** the world!\"\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\nGot up and screamed, \"f** the world!\"\nHa ha, f** the world! f** it\nI hear my n***as screamin' f** the world!\nThey wanna know if I claim the click, that I'm hangin' with\nAnd if I'm down with this bangin' sh**\nWell homie I don't give a f** if you Blood or 'cause\nLong as ya got love for thugs\nBut don't try to test me out, stall that\nHomie this is Thug Life n***a and we all strapped\nI been through, Hell and back, and if I, fell black\nThen it's, back to the corner where we sell crack\nSome of you n***as is bustas; you runnin 'round\nWith these tramp=a** b**hes, don't trust her\nBut don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us\nA straight thug motherf**er who ain't scared to bust\nf** the world!\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\nI woke up and screamed, \"f** the world!\"\n(They're tryin' to say that I don't care)\nI woke up screamin', \"f** the world!\" [uh!]\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\n(They tryin' to say that I don't care)\nI woke up screamin', \"f** the world!\"\n(Yeah what's goin' on y'all?)\n(uh, uh, uh) f** the world!\nI don't care, I don't care, I don't care!",
    "2pac - f**in Wit The Wrong n***a lyrics": "n***az.. f**in wit the wrong n***a..\n[2Pac]\nMy seductive introduction be specific, still elusive\nbut exclusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm still lifted\nn***az can't get with Mr. Wicked\nPicture me flippin my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly\nn***az are swingin wild, but they styles miss me\nYou can bring that b**h but ya whole click'll still get treated sh**ty\nBusiness never personal I'm up before the sun come up on thai\nJust a ghetto star, a dropped up double-R is what I'm ridin\nn***a, if you was half the man yo' b**h was, bring you artillery\nwhen you come for me, cause we sick thugs\nNo hesitation when I pull and blast, cause Syke was bustin\nplus, Bow had 'em duckin, screamin, \"Get they cash!\"\nSo now I got the law on me, my phone's tapped\nSo I had to send word through my lil' homies\nTell them n***az this the year when they pull the trigger\nsh**, this is what you get, for f**in, wit the wrong n***a..\nThis is what you get, when you f**in wit the wrong n***a..\nHehehehe, yeah n***a, peep it\nBefore I lay me down to sleep I, pray and thank the Lord\nfor givin me another fruitful, dayyy\nI wanna be a peaceful man but still when n***az come for me\nall I can see is gettin 'em, k**ed\nFor real it's how I feel, reflect my thoughts, flowin on these reels\nMake my enemies deal with my steel, they caps peeled\nWe still cool but you played yourself\nGive him the mac and make him spray hisself, heyyy \n\n\n\nFallin legends clutchin chrome three-five-seven\nPuttin two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven\nWhy call in shots nobody really as clear as me\nAin't tryin to help the feds get a case for conspiracy\nMurder my foes get disposed of\nWe all homies to the d**h, so my true n***az show me love\nGod forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure\nBut why they f**in wit the wrong n***a, y'know?\nIt's like..\nWhy you f**in wit the wrong n***a..\nI was raised by thugs, schooled by k**ers\nLearned my mathematic sk**s from real drug dealers\nTried to rise but they tried me\nI guess they all had to die cause we tried peace\nI die in these streets, blast 'til they recognize\nStill do or die, all my n***az gettin high watchin time fly\nBest strategize on the way to profit\nBest organize how you ride so they can't stop it\nThen keep it poppin lot of busters wanna see me fall\nI f**ed yo' b**h and now this new sh** gon' fade 'em all\nMy n***az ball made a call for some backup\nfor lil' homies and my dogs in the black truck\nBuck buck was the sound as they gats burst\nNo need for ambulance, baby bring the black hearse\nShoulda never f**ed around busta, how you figure?\nMakin moves on the wrong n***a, is what it sounds like\nDing ding ding.. when you f** wit the wrong n***a..\nn***az gettin hit, when they f**, wit the wrong n***a..\nf**in wit the wrong n***a..\n",
    "2pac - F**k All Y'all lyrics": "(intro)\nHa ha ha...f** all y'all...f** all y'all...i don't need nobody\nf** 'em...f** all y'all\nMoney gone f** friends\nI need a homie that know me\nWhen all these muthaf**in' cops be on me\nI got problems ain't nobody calling back\nNow what the f** is happenin' with my ballin' cats\nRemember me i'm ya homie that was down to brawl\nSippin' hennessy hanging with the clowns and\nAll we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew\nWe had b**hes by the dozens oh we f**in' cousins\nYou can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc\nA n***a just got paid and we still was broke\nIt took time but finally the cash was mine\nAll the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind\nLook around and all i see is snakes and faces\nLike scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's\nAnd when you stuck where the f** is all ya friends\nThey straight busted and can't be trusted f** y'all\n(chorus) x2\nf** all y'all\nI'm sippin' tanqueray and juice and what's the use\nCause i'm a hopeless thug\nAin't no love reminiscing on how close we was\nWay back in the day before they put the crack in the way\nAnd heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day\nIt's gettin' rough collect calls from my n***as in court\nI recollect we used to ball now just living's enough\nI stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall\n\n\n\nThug for life scrawled all across the wall\nAnd all about my dollars make me wanna holla\nDrop an album sell a million give a f** about tomorrow\nI know it's gettin' crazy after dark\nThese marks keep on huffin' and puffin'\nAin't no fear in my heart\nWhat's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive\nI still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai\nIn 94 i'll be going solo\nToo many problems with my own\nSo i'm rolling do-do\nf** all y'all\n(chorus) x3\nI went from rags to riches quick\nTo socializing with the baddest b**hes\nWent from a bucket to a rag with switches\nI'm seein' d**h around the corner\nI'm bumpin' gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause i wanna\nI'm getting high like i said it with some chocolate thai\nMixed with some indonesia watch me fly\nAnd even though i know the cops behind me\nHit the weed and uh i continue doing 90 (biotch)\nWill i get caught another ticket get to kick it in court\nf** the law give a sh** i'm even worse than before\nI know they wanna see a n***a buried\nBut i ain't worried still throwing these thangs\nGot me locked in these chains\nAnd hey n***a what the f** is you wailin' 'bout\nSoon as i hit the cell i'll be bailin' out\nAnd when i hit the streets i'm in a rush to ball\nI'm screaming thug life n***a f** y'all\n(repeat intro)\n",
    "2pac - F**k Friendz lyrics": "Intro -\n(pac laughs)\nLive from the crazy house;\nYo that n***a crazy as hell;\nYou heard that sh** n***a?;\nLive from the crazy house;\nYo that n***a crazy;\nMy ghetto love song;\n(set it off, set it off, let's be friends);\n(where my n***az at, where my n***az at, all my real n***az throw your muthaf**in' hands up);\n(c'mon, let's go, let's go, that's how you do it);\n(throw your hands in the air let me see you just throw your hands in the air)\nWestside in this muthaf**a right here;\nWestside;\n1st verse -\nApproach you and post a minute;\nArm on my double-r tinted;\nAs you pa** by, winking my eye, freshly scented;\nWhat's the haps baby?;\nCome get with me and perhaps lady you can help me multiply my stacks baby;\nCurrency seems small i need companionship;\nThrough with that scandalous sh**;\nI bet your man ain't sh**;\nSo why you hesitatin' actin like your sh** don't stink;\nCheck out my diamonds b**h every one go bling;\nThis be a thug thang outlaw n***a with riches;\nCream dreamin' muthaf**a on a mash for b**hes;\nCheck my resume';\nSippin' on crysta-l and alize; (spelling)\nSmokin' on big weed;\nKeyed the cali way;\nDon't like trickin' but i'll buy you a 'fit; (outfit)\nI can't stand no sneaker wearin' nappy-haired b**h;\nLet my pedigree breed briefly;\nThe sole chief puttin' b**h made bustas to sleep with no grief;\nMash on my so-called comp; (competition)\nWho da man while i'm tuggin' on your main b**h hand?; (westside)\nUnderstand this ain't no n***a like me;\nf** jay-z he broke and i smoke daily;\nBaby let's be friends;\nHook 1 -\n(singing)\nLet's be frien-n-n-nds;\n(pac)\nWhere my n***az at? come on;\n(singing)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all;\nLong as you just break me off en-n-nds;\n(pac)\nAll my n***az, where my hoes at?;\n(singing)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?;\nLet's be frien-n-nds;\n(pac)\nWhere all the b**hes at?; where all the n***az with money where you at baby?;\n(singing)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all;\nLong as you just break me off frie-n-n-nds;\n(pac)\nCash makin' hoes;\n(singing)\nAre you trickin' on them other hoes?;\nLet's be;\n2nd verse -\nI met you and i stuttered in pa**ion;\nThough slightly blinded by that a**;\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants;\nEverytime you pa** got me checkin' for you hardcore;\nStarin' and watchin';\nMe and you, one-on-one picture countless options;\nWas it prophecy;\nClear as day, visions on top of me;\nErotic, psychotic;\nWhat possessed my body?;\nFar from a crush i wanna bust your guts;\nAnd touch - everything inside you from my head to my nuts;\nYou got my sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine;\nJust a skinny n***a f**in' like she stole my mind;\nBack in time i recall how she used to be;\nI guess - money and fame made you used to me;\nWhat's up in nine-six?;\nFind tricks in drag;\nf** dre tell that b**h he can kiss my a**;\nBack to you;\nMy pretty a** caramel queen;\nGot my hands on your thighs now;\nLet me in between as friends;\nHook 2 -\n\n\n\n(singing)\nFrien-n-n-nds;\n(pac)\nWestside in this muthaf**a right here;\n(singing)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all;\nLong as you just break me off en-n-nds;\n(pac)\nWestside in this muthaf**a;\n(singing)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes;\nLet's be frien-n-nds;\n(pac)\nWestside in this muthaf**a right here;\n(singing)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all;\nLong as you just break me off frie-n-n-nds;\n(pac)\nIn this muthaf**a right here;\n(singing)\nAre you trickin' on them other hoes?;\n3rd verse -\nCan you imagine me in playa mode?;\nRush the tricks;\nI got her - ready for a booty call;\nI f**ed your b**h;\nWas it me or the fame?;\nMy dick or the game?;\nBet i screamed westside when i came;\nScream my name;\nCause baby it's delicious;\nGot a weak spot for pretty b**hes;\nUp and down similar to switches;\nMy movement;\nBaby let your back get into it;\nMake it fluid;\nIn and out;\nAll around when a n***a do it;\nYou got me high;\nLet me come inside;\nI love it when you get on top baby let me ride;\nWho wanna stop me?;\nAm i top notch?;\nf** playa hatin' n***az cause they co*k block;\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision what's the game?;\nRather see a n***a up in prison;\nWhy you change?;\nMade a livin' out of cuss words, liqour and weed;\nA bad seed turned good;\nIn this world of g's;\nBaby got me fantasizin' seein' you naked;\nIt's a f** song - so check the record;\nLet's be friends;\n(where my n***az at?; show me where my n***az at);\n(where my b**hes at?; thug--style);\nOutro -\n(singing)\nLet's be frien-n-n-nds;\n(pac)\nWhere my n***az at?;\nWhere my b**hes at? throw your guns in the air;\n(singing)\nFrien-n-n-nds;\n(pac)\nMy ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on;\n(singing)\nLet's be frien-n-n-nds;\n(pac)\nWhere my n***az at?; (you ain't gotta front with me)\nWhere my b**hes at?;\nWhere my n***az at?;\n(singing)\nFrien-n-nds;\n(pac)\nWhere my n***az at? (i know what you want)\nWhere my b**hes at?;\nWhere my people at?\nLet's be;\nWhere my people at? show me where my people at;\nWhere my people at? show me where my people at;\nAll my n***az now, just my n***az come;\nWhere my n***az at, just my n***az now;\nBe friends;\nTell me where my n***az at;\nBe friends;\nTell me where my b**hes at;\nBe friends;\nTell me where my people at;\nMake money take money;\nBe friends;\n(singing)\nFrien-n-nds;\n(pac)\nGet your cash on, let's get paid;\n(singing)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all;\nLong as you just break me off en-n-n-nds;\n(pac)\nCome on, get your cash on;\nLet's get paid;\n(singing)\nAre you trickin' on them other hoes?;\nLet's be frien-n-nds;\n(pac)\nCome on, get your cash on;\nLet's get paid;\n(singing)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all;\nLong as you just break me off frien-n-n-nds;\n(pac)\nCome on, get your cash on;\nLet's get paid;\n(singing)\nWhy trickin' on them other hoes;\nLet's be frien-n-nds;\n(pac)\nMake money, take money;\nMake money, take money;\nMake money, take money;\nMake money, take money;\nMake money, take money;\n",
    "2pac - F**kin Wit The Wrong n***a lyrics": "f**ing with the wrong n***a\nMy seductive introduction, be specific\nStill a loser, but exclusives what i give you when i kick it\nAnd i'm still lifted, n***az can't get with mr.wicked\nPicture me flipping, my adversaries getting a dick swiftly\nn***az is swinging wild but they sounds miss me\nYou can bring that b**h with your whole click\nAnd still get treated sh**ty, business never personal\nI'm up before the sun come up, i'm tired\nJust a ghetto star, a droptop double r is what i'm riding\nn***a if you was half the man your b**h was\nBring your artillery, when you come for me cause we sick thugs\nNo hesitation when i pull and blast\nCause syke was busting\nPlus bo had em ducking screaming get they cash so\nSo now i got the law on me, my phones tapped\nSo i had to send word through my lil' homies\nTell them n***az just begin when they pull the trigger\nsh** this is what you get for f**ing with the wrong n***a\nThis is what you get when your f**ing with the wrong n***a\nHaha yeah n***a, peep\nBefore i lay me down to sleep, i pray\nAnd thank the lord for giving me another fruitful day\nI wanna be a peaceful man, but still when n***az come for me\nAll i can see is getting em k**ed, for real its how i feel\nPerfect my thoughts flowing on these reals\nMake my enemies deal with my steel\nThey caps peel, we still cool , but you played yourself\nGive em the mac and make em spray yourselves\n\n\n\nHeeey, falling legends, clutching chrome 3 5 7\nPutting two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven\nWhile calling shots nobody real, its clear its me\nAin't trying to help the fedz get a case for conspiracy\nMurder my foes, get disposed of, we all homies till the d**h\nSo my true n***az show me love\nGod forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure\nBut why they f**ing with the wrong n***a?\nYou know its like\nWhy you f**ing with the wrong n***a?\nI was raised by thugs schooled by k**ers\nLearned my mathematic sk**s from real drug dealers\nTried to rise but they tried me\nI guess they all had to die cause we tried peace\nI die on these streets, blast till they recognize\nStill do or die all my n***az getting high\nWatching time fly, best strategize on a way to profit\nBest organize how they ride so they can't stop it\nThen keep it popping, alot of buster wanna see me fall\nI f**ed your b**h and now this new sh** gonna fade em all\nMy n***az ball, made a call for some backup\nThe little homiez and my dawgs in a black truck\nBuck buck was the sound, as thier gats burst\nNo need for ambulance. baby bring the black hurse\nShoulda never f**ed around buster\nHow you figure making moves on the wrong n***a\nThis what it sounds like, bing bing bing\nWhen you f**ing with the wrong n***a\nn***as getting hit when they f**ing with the wrong n***a\nf**ing with the wrong n***a\n",
    "2pac - Faced Shootouts (Interlude) lyrics": "Hahhahahha\n(well I ain't do nuttin', well I ain't do nuttin')\nGet him, shoot that n***a {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nIt's on son hahaha (it's on) n***as gon' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nCan you feel it, we gon' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nOaktown in the house\nn***as goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh (that n***a gotta gun)\nRicky Town in the house\nMotherf**ers goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nSouth Central's in the house\nMotherf**ers goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nHouston, Texas can you feel me (watch out!) go {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nSpringfield, Queens in the house\nMotherf**ers goin' (boomyah) {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nYoung gunz in the motherf**in' house let me ya hear ya go (boomyah) {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nCan ya feel it motherf**ers go {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nThug life, thug life we goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nMack 10 go {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nRated R in the motherf**in' house look out, look out {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b\n[?] {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\n[?] get 'em {gun shot} huh\nD-Lo smoke 'em {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nSergio uh get down n***a {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nBig Syke in the motherf**in' house go {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nLil' Corey grow strong n***a and go {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nMadman in the motherf**er {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\n[?] in the motherf**in' house go {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nFeel me! {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nBay's in this motherf**er {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nBig Stretch in the motherf**in' house (boomyah) {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nK-Lo (look out look out) in the motherf**in' house {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nMadness you Bad Boy huh why enemy I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin' ah ah they goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b \n\n\n\nI need a gangsta b**h 'less they kept it go {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nCan you feel it? boo yaaaa they go {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b\nAyo f** the police we goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b\nIn 93 you find 'em dead {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nTwo shots in the head, (is that a cop) hear me? ( k** him) {\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\n[?] we gives a f** {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nThug life n***a (k** 'em, k** 'em, k** 'em , k** 'em) all my n***as goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nBloods and the Crip (k** 'em, k** 'em, k** 'em, k** 'em) , pisssh huh we goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b\nDid you hear me Bloods and Crip (k** 'em, k** 'em, k** 'em, k** 'em), pissh huh we goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b\nYeah, (shoot that motherf**er) f** the police we goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b\n(shoot that n***a too) Nation wide (word up!, shoot 'em) we goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b\nLet me just take you (yeah!) of what we did on filthy n***a (feel that sh** motherf**er) we goin' {\u200bgun shot}\u200b\nMy Glock .45 (yeah, n***a!), mini 14 (fight that sh**), 12 gauge [?], 9 millimeter (k** him), can ya FEEEEEEEEEEEL IT?\nYeah!, you just can't fade me, we goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b (yeah )\nAnd all my n***as huh in the pen we goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nI said my n***as in the pen we goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nSee you when you get out n***a we goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nThug life in the motherf**in' house, we goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b\nDee-7 (till I die n***a) Dee-7, Dee-7 in the motherf**er we goin' {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b huh\nREAD THE PAPERS (thug life n***a) (thug life), READ THE PAPERS! {\u200b\u200bgun shot}\u200b\u200b\nYeah! n***a, don't you knew",
    "2pac - Fade Me lyrics": "[Intro/Chorus: Storm]\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\n[Verse 1: Kastro]\nTruly, you're a cutie\nYou know I ain't tryin' to act a fool\nAnd be rude, they call me Kastro\nAnd you; Oh! Storm sound like a cutie too\nWhat's poppin'? with me and you\nJust hit me with the seven\nIt'll be my pleasure to see what we can do\nOh! you ain't alone, got a man at home, answerin' the phone\nBut he ain't the one, cause if he is, than why you gone?\nWhat you drinkin' on? - Hennessy with me\nA gla** of Thug Pa**ion or just a plain Pepsi\nOh! you're cool? - sure that I a**ume\nYou ain't too much of a drinker today\nYou was alright, I think I want you right away\nSee, I'm only eighteen, these groupies they just want to sue me\nPush my whoopty, act like they don't spend my dooky\nAnd I could see it'd be\nTwenty-two or so, older soldier on my team\nI put you in my video, and give you plenty of dough\nBy my hotel room, Four fifty four, hope that you go\nBaby, can you fade me?\n[Chorus: Storm]\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\n[Verse 2: Napoleon]\nSee girl, I'm laced with game but it ain't similar\nThe sh** that I'm talkin' get more deeper\nThan callin' and comin' to visit ya, it's hard to feel ya\nBut I been playin' since I been born\nAnd I moved up in a age strolled the page, turned it, now it's on\nCan't ignore, the way you hit the club and play the floor\nHittin' up every position and that's for sure\nBut I think it's more, than situation that I'm facin'\nYour Shorty was hesitation so I'ma replace her\nPlus to get specific; it ain't no hoochie that's unlisted\nThat the homies that I roll with ain't twisted\nAnd that what makes me diss it\nI ran through cousins, through aunties on down to triplets\nFor droppin' the highest level of game and got no digits\nNow can you dig it? - but you ain't in no composition\nCause most conversations you be kickin' you sure to get it\nNow, baby can you fade me?\n[Chorus: Storm]\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\n[Collision: 2Pac]\nOh! Mo, you're a little player Napoleon but uhh\n(Let me show y'all little n***as how it really goes)\nI'ma show you how the big dogs do it n***a\nThis is how you get her up\nYou don't know how to rule no b**h n***a\n(Hold up baby! would you get off, thinkin' you can fade me)\nLook how you stutter and sh** n***a, watch out\nGet to the side, which one?\nPick all out, pick out n***a, which one?\nThat one? - peep this sh**\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nHold up baby, would you get off, thinkin' you can fade me? \n\n\n\nEvadin' my n***as like radius and then attempt to play me\nOh! yeah, you're crazy thinkin', you can just be Swazy\nCause my conversation; gettin' you hot enough for love makin'\nParticipation is needed, yeah, I'm drunk and gettin' weeded\nIn the back of my Jaguar, the life of a rap star\nCompletely freaki-able\nI get weak, when I sit and think of sh** that we can do\nLet me introduce Mr. Makaveli is who you're speakin' to\nWhat's up with you? - as you can see I love freakin' you (Boo)\nWho, Black, Mexican, Puerto Rican too\nLong as it's ghetto you can bet I'm gettin' deep in you\nBelieve it boo, I got my eyes concentrated on the size of your thighs\nThough I ain't tradin' baby, but won't you let me ride?\nCause a n***a want the booty cat\nThis Thug Pa**ion so your man can't have it back\nAnd that's a fact, so, how you want to act?\nBaby, can you feel me? - like Run D.M.C. 'It's Like That'\nTell me, can you fade me?\n[Chorus: Storm]\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\nYou can't fade me, you can't fade me\nYou can't fade me\n[Collision: 2Pac]\nThat's how you mack to a b**h you little young n***as\nCome on baby, we finna go to my little hotel and sh**\nHa ha, to see if you can fade me, feel me?\nHey, don't trip of the 'B' word\nThat's just how motherf**ers talk on my block\nHa ha, What's up though boo? where you want to go?\nNo we can go get a little drama and sh**\nDon P., Crystal, Fat a** steak, some lobster and sh**\nGo back to the telly\nBump some of that Dramacydal Outlaw Immortal sh**\nThat's the type of sh** that gets me in the mood\nHa ha, Come and tell you now and uhh\nAfter a few gla**es of this Thug Pa**ion baby\nHuh, it's goin' be like Adam and Eve, feel me?\nEverything stops, Puff puff, and you don't stop\nSo tell me baby boo, can you fade us?\nHey one love to that n***a D'Angelo\nn***a, this beat's bad than a motherf**er\nYou know, ain't no disrespect big player\nBut a motherf**er loves this beat so much\nHuh, we have this b**h too, So uhh\nWe're sendin' this one out to you\nOUTLAW!! WEST SIDE!! DEATH ROW!! THUG LIFE!!\nOUTLAW!! WEST SIDE!! DEATH ROW!! THUG LIFE!!\nOUTLAW!! WEST SIDE!! DEATH ROW!! THUG LIFE!!\nBaby, can you fade me?\nWEST SIDE!! THUG LIFE!! WEST SIDE!! THUG LIFE!!\nWEST SIDE!! THUG LIFE!! WEST SIDE!! THUG LIFE!!\nWEST SIDE!! THUG LIFE!! OUTLAW!!",
    "2pac - Fair Xchange lyrics": "(feat. Jazze Pha)\n[Intro: Jazze Pha]\nLadies and gentlemen! (And gentlemen)\nThis, is a Jazze Phizzile produc-shizzle (Jazze Pha, Jazze Pha)\nMy nizzle! (My nizzle) Ha!\nOutlawz! (Outlawz) 2Pac, Makaveli!\nStill breathin, yeah, woo - wooo-WHEEE!\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nA picture of perfection, the object of a n***a affection\nPartners in pa**ionate s**, a place to put my erection\nFantasies of you in submission, freaky positions\nPushin permanent twistin I'm on a mission got me on the mash\nTried to dig, you was screamin when I did\nSteady yellin out spots for me to hit, and aww sh**\nSoon as I seen her saw us playin hide the weiner\nWanna \"Freak Like Me,\" f** Adina\nUp and down is the object, side to side\nMake you holla out my name when a thug n***a ride, can I come inside\nSay you don't feel it that's a lie, you just scared to get this\npenitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye\nwhen I walked by, I said, \"Hi\"\nBut you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by\nYou want me to lick it and even worse\nGot your heart set on me goin first, and that ain't no fair exchange\n[Chorus: Jazze Pha]\nYou do me\nAnd if it's worth it baby I'll return the favor\nAnd give it back to you\nA fair exchange, on everythang\nLet me tell you that's the way it's gotta be\nOpen your eyes baby, recognize a player\nGive it up to me (give it to me give it to me)\nA fair exchange, you know the game\nWe can do the damn thang, thang, thang\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\nOpen your legs\nGot me watchin like it's a million, you tremble from the feelin\nLook up, cause I got mirrors on the ceiling \n\n\n\nAnd if you willin, then we can ride until the sun shine\nAnd just for fun, I betchu I can make you cum sixty-one times\nClose your eyes, let me heat it up\nCause when we f** I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up\nDrop the top, time to f** while the wind blow\nBaby throw yo' legs out the window\nRemember on the balcony, bend over baby bounce on me\nAnd let me hit it where it counts and flee\nRemember me? \"I Get Around,\" and I'm haunted by my temptations\nSexual participation, my motivation\nEven though I like the way you work it\nYou don't deserve it cause you walk around actin like you perfect\nTook a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player\nb**h you ain't doin me no favors, fair exchange\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nNow yo' attitude ain't realistic\nYeah it's true I'm gettin p**y, but baby you gettin dick!\nAnd since you bein laced with the penetration\nIt's only right to show a form of appreciation\nInstead of fakin like you can't hear the bed shakin\nIn bed naked you so twisted think yo' legs breakin\nYou said take it so I'm blind in my pa**ion, how long will I last?\nDoggie style steady pumpin on that a**, until I blast\nAnd then I laugh as we lay back\nSee I wait 'til you asleep and that's the payback\nCause you actin like you did somethin, givin me a piece\nI had you mufflin your screams in the sheets, f**in with me\nA true digger that love triggers, a thug n***a\nHustlin b**hes like drug dealers\nBefore I say goodbye, put an end to all the games\nHere's my number for another fair exchange\n[Chorus - repeat 2X]",
    "2pac - Fair Xchange (Original) lyrics": "[Hook]\nFair exchange, fair exchange ain't no robbery. (I do you, you do me?)\nFair exchange, fair exchange ain't no robbery. (Everything's legal, baby. Everything's legal)\n[Verse 1]\nA picture of perfection\nThe object of a n***a affection\nPartners in pa**ionate s**, a place to put my erection\nFantasies of you in submission, freaky positions\nPushin', pullin' and twistin' I'm on a mission, got me on the mash\nTried to dig, you was screamin' when I did\nSteady, yellin' out spots for me to hit, and \"aw sh**\"\nSoon as I seen her, saw us playin' hide the weiner'\nWant a \"Freak Like Me\", f** Adina\nUp and down is the object, side to side\nMake you holler out my name when a thug n***a ride, \"Can I cum inside?\"\nSay you don't feel it, that's a lie\nYou just scared to get this penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye\nWhen I walked by, I said \"Hi\"\nBut you were so shy, I can't lie, damn-near stuttered when you walked by\nYou want me to lick it, and even worse\nGot your heart set on me going first, and that ain't no fair exchange!\n[Hook]\nFair exchange, fair exchange ain't no robbery (hahhaah, yeah n***a)\nFair exchange, fair exchange ain't no robbery (it's all legal n***a)\n[Verse 2]\nOpen your legs\nGot me marchin' like it's a million, you tremble from the feelin'\nLook up, cause I got mirrors on the ceilin'\nAnd if you willin', then we can ride until the sun shine\nAnd just for fun, I betchu I can make you cum 61 times\nClose your eyes, let me heat it up\nCause when we f** I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up\nDrop the top, time to f** while the wind blow\nBaby throw your legs out the window\nRemember on the balcony? Bend over baby, bounce on me\nAnd let me hit it where it counts and flee\nRemember me? \"I Get Around,\" and I'm haunted by my \"Temptations\"\nSexual participation, my motivation\nEven though I like the way you work it\nYou don't deserve it cause you walk around actin' like you're perfect\nTook a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player\nb**h you ain't doin' me no favors, fair exchange!\n[Hook]\nFair exchange, fair exchange ain't no robbery\nFair exchange, fair exchange ain't no robbery\n[Verse 3]\nNow your attitude ain't realistic \n\n\n\nYeah it's true, I'm gettin' p**y, but baby you're gettin' dick\nAnd since you're bein' laced with the penetration\nIt's only right to show a form of appreciation\nInstead of [?] like you can't hear the bed shakin'\nIn bed naked you're so twisted think your legs breakin'\nYou said take it so I'm blind in my pa**ion, how long will I last\nDoggy style steady pumpin' on that a**, until I blast\nAnd then I laugh as we lay back\nSee I wait until you asleep and that's the payback\nCause you're actin' like you did somethin', givin' me a piece\nI had you mufflin' your screams in the sheets, f**in' with me\nA true digger that love triggers, a thug n***a\nHustlin' b**hes like drug dealers\nBefore I say goodbye, put an end to all the games\nHere's my number for another fair exchange\n[Hook + Ad-libs ( w/ girl )]\nFair exchange, fair exchange, ain't no robbery (ain't no robbery)\n(if I do you, and you do me)\nFair exchange, fair exchange ain't no robbery (ain't no robbery)\nNo robbery (ain't no robbery)\n(if I do you, and you do me)\nFair exchange, fair exchange ain't no robbery (ain't no robbery) no robbery (ain't no robbery)\n(if I do you, and you do me)\nFair exchange, fair exchange ain't no robbery (ain't no robbery) no rob- (ain't no robbery)\n(if I do you, and you do me)\nFair exchange, fair exchange, (it ain't no robbery) ain't no robbery,rob-ain't no rob-bery, yeah!\nFair exchange, fair exchange, ain't no robbery (ain't no robbery) ain't no rob-bery (ain't no robbery)\n(if I do you, and you do me)\nFair exchange, fair exchange, ain't no robbery, (it ain't no robbery), ain't no robbery (it ain't no robbery)\n(if I do you, and you do me)\nFair exchange, fair exchange, ain't no robbery, (it ain't no robbery), (it ain't no robbery)\n(if I do you, and you do me)\nFair exchange, fair exchange, ain't no robbery, (it ain't no robbery), ain't no rob- (it ain't no robbery) robbery!\n(if I do you, and you do me)\nFair exchange, fair exchange, ain't no robbery, (it ain't no robbery), (it ain't no robbery) (hey, check this out)\n(if I do you, and you do me)\nFair exchange, fair exchange\nIt ain't no robbery, it ain't no robbery",
    "2pac - Fair Xchange (remix) lyrics": "(feat. Mya)\n[Intro: Mya]\nNooooo, nooooooo...\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nPicture of perfection, the object of a n***a affection\nPartners in pa**ionate s**, a place to put my erection\nFantasies of you in submission, freaky positions\nPushin permanent twistin I'm on a mission got me on the mash\nTried to dig, you was screamin when I did\nSteady yellin out spots for me to hit, and aww sh**\nSoon as I seen her saw us playin hide the weiner\nWanna \"Freak Like Me,\" f** Adina\nUp and down is the object, side to side\nMake you holla out my name when a thug n***a ride, can I come inside\nSay you don't feel it that's a lie, you just scared to get this\npenitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye\nwhen I walked by, I said, \"Hi\"\nBut you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by\nYou want me to lick it and even worse\nGot your heart set on me goin first, and that ain't no fair exchange\n[Chorus: Mya]\nOnly one thing that you, can do, for me\nBaby you can treat me right, we can do it every night\nNothin more than a fair exchange\nHit my G-spot and make, me scream, your name\nIf you can get with me you won't, I got what I want and gone\nNothin more than a fair exchange\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\nOpen your legs\nGot me watchin like it's a million, you tremble from the feelin\nLook up, cause I got mirrors on the ceiling\nAnd if you willin, then we can ride until the sun shine\nAnd just for fun, I betchu I can make you cum sixty-one times\nClose your eyes, let me heat it up\nCause when we f** I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up\nDrop the top, time to f** while the wind blow \n\n\n\nBaby throw yo' legs out the window\nRemember on the balcony, bend over baby bounce on me\nAnd let me hit it where it counts and flee\nRemember me? \"I Get Around,\" and I'm haunted by my temptations\nSexual participation, my motivation\nEven though I like the way you work it\nYou don't deserve it cause you walk around actin like you perfect\nTook a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player\nb**h you ain't doin me no favors, fair exchange\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nNow yo' attitude ain't realistic\nYeah it's true I'm gettin p**y, but baby you gettin dick!\nAnd since you bein laced with the penetration\nIt's only right to show a form of appreciation\nInstead of fakin like you can't hear the bed shakin\nIn bed naked you so twisted think yo' legs breakin\nYou said take it so I'm blind in my pa**ion, how long will I last?\nDoggie style steady pumpin on that a**, until I blast\nAnd then I laugh as we lay back\nSee I wait 'til you asleep and that's the payback\nCause you actin like you did somethin, givin me a piece\nI had you mufflin your screams in the sheets, f**in with me\nA true digger that love triggers, a thug n***a\nHustlin b**hes like drug dealers\nBefore I say goodbye, put an end to all the games\nHere's my number for another fair exchange\n[Chorus - repeat 2X (w/ ad libs)]\n[Mya]\nFair exchange\nNo one, gives me lovin (lovin)\nQuite like you do (No one gives me lovin like you do)\nNo one, gives me lovin\nQuite like you do (n***a I knows you know you love our love)\n(The things that I'ma do, to you..)",
    "2pac - Fake Ass b**hes lyrics": "[little kid] Tell me about these fake a** b**hes\n[2Pac]\nLook here little n***a\nMost of these n***az be b**hes too\nbut you'll never hear that side of the story\nSo uhh, we finna do this sh** like this\nIt's like I tell my n***az, keep your eyes on these b**hes\nThey love to G a n***a young dumb and gettin riches\nWhat the f** you think a trick is n***a\nn***a done stick and wet his dick\nand then get tricked out all his riches by a -- b*tch!\nI'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya\nThink you alla that just cause she let a n***a toss her\nIt's like a motherf**in priveledge\nSo don't give up your conversation, give that b**h your 7 digits\nWhen she call ya, ask that tramp wha**up\nAnd if she hesitate, n***a hang up, worrrd up\nAnd let that b**h meditate to the dial tone\nAnd call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on\nA motherf**ing mack tonight\nStay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight\nYou f**in punks, I hate you snitches\nWent against the grain and the game to be fake a** b**hes\n(God, damn! You can't just hit them n***az with that game\nand expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.\nBut we gonna kick this sh** like this here)\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin a** n***az and you punk a** snitches\n[repeat 2X]\nTime to show these bustas who's boss\nRun up on a real motherf**er and get tossed\nThe game is deep, and thicker than a motherf**in jimmy\nBroke hoes runnin round yellin \"Gimme!\" \n\n\n\nI can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man\nsh** all I wanted her to do is s** my DICK\nSo how about hittin a motherf**er on my pager\nBusy now b**h but you can give me the p**y later\nFly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega\nf**in with the player that done made her, huh\nAnd I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money\nGot the dick and now you get the pistol honey (b**h)\nSo get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked\nSo where the motherf**in hoes at?\nPunk n***az can't fade the mack, livin fat\nGettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherf**in b**hes\nYeah, yeah that's my motto\nShe educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-a** n***az\nSo y'all take that sh** back to y'all camp and uhh\nyou sleep on that there, it's like\n[Chorus 2X]\nOh you too n***a, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk a**\nYou old fake a** n***a\nStandin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that\nYou soft as a motherf**in grape\nAin't this a motherf**in b**h\nI can see right through your flower a**\nSome of these n***az is b**hes too, man I tell ya\nIt's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'\nbut we gonna do this sh**\nY'all take this sh** and you play this sh** for every single\nfake a** b**h out there\nAnd there's plenty of em\nYou probably got one sittin next to you right now\nBobbin his fake a** head to this, dope a** sh** that he listenin to\nFake a** motherf**in b**h, die in ninety-four\n",
    "2pac - Fake Ass b**hes (Unreleased Re-Recording) lyrics": "[Intro: little kid]\nTell me about these fake a** b**hes\nBreak em off somethin'\n[Verse 1]\nIt's like I tell my n***as, keep your eyes on these b**hes\nThey love to G a n***a young dumb and gettin' riches\nWhat the f** you think a trick is n***a\nn***a thinking with his dick\nAnd then get tricked out all his riches by a -- b*tch!\nI'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya\nThink you all of that just cause she let a n***a toss her\nIt's like a motherf**in' privilege\nSo don't give up your conversation, give that b**h your 7 digits\nWhen she call ya, ask that tramp wha**up\nAnd if she hesitate, n***a hang up, worrrd up\nAnd let that b**h meditate to the dial tone\nAnd call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on\nA motherf**in' mack tonight\nStay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight\nYou f**in' punks, I hate you snitches\nWent against the grain and the game to be fake a** b**hes\n[Interlude]\nPunk motherf**in' a**\nf** that punk a** n***a he ain't about shiiit\nTrick a** motherf**er\n(b**h b**h)\nKiss my motherf**in' a**\nYou ain't about sheiiiiiiiit!\n[Hook]\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\n[Verse 2]\nTime to show these bustas who's boss\nRun up on a real motherf**er and get tossed\nThe game is deep, and thicker than a motherf**in' jimmy\nBroke hoes runnin' round yellin' \"Gimme!\"\nI can't stand it, hoes talkin' bout they got a man\nsh** all I wanted her to do is s** my DICK\nSo how about hittin' a motherf**er on my pager\nBusy now b**h but you can give me the p**y later\nFly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega \n\n\n\nf**in' with the player that done made her, huh\nAnd I ain't sleepin' caught you creepin' for my money\nGot the dick and now you get the pistol honey (b**h)\nShe get the bozack, knockin' hoes back, keep my dough stacked\nSo where the motherf**in' hoes at?\nPunk n***as can't fade the mack, livin' fat\nGettin' paid to rap, it's like that, you motherf**in' b**hes\n[Interlude]\nf** that n***a he ain't about sh**\n[?]\nDo the sh**, f** em all\n[Hook+Outro]\nBreak em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes (hey yo Serg let's get the f** up out of here)\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes (yo Rai yo Malcolm..)\nLyin' a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\nBreak 'em off somethin'",
    "2pac - Fake Ass Bithes lyrics": "*little kid* tell me about these fake a** b**hes\n2pac-\nLook here little n***a\nMost of these n***az be b**hes too\nBut you'll never hear that side of the story\nSo uhh, we finna do this sh** like this\nIt's like i tell my n***az, keep your eyes on these b**hes\nThey love to g a n***a young dumb and gettin riches\nWhat the f** you think a trick is n***a\nn***a done stick and wet his dick\nAnd then get tricked out all his riches by a - b**h!\nI'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya\nThink you alla that just cause she let a n***a toss her\nIt's like a motherf**in priveledge\nSo don't give up your conversation, give that b**h your 7 digits\nWhen she call ya, ask that tramp wha**up\nAnd if she is the type of n***a hang up, worrrd up\nAnd let that b**h meditate to the dial tone\nAnd call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on\nA motherf**ing mack tonight\nStay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight\nYou f**in punks, i hate you snitches\nWent against the grain and the game to be fake a** b**hes\n(god, damn! you can't just hit them n***az with that game\nAnd expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.\nBut we gonna kick this sh** like this here)\n(chorus) x2\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin a** n***az and you punk a** snitches\nTime to show these bustas who's boss\nRun up on a real motherf**er and get tossed\nThe game is deep, and thicker than a motherf**in jimmy\nBroke hoes runnin round yellin \"gimme!\"\n\n\n\nI can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man\nsh** all i wanted her to do is s** my dick\nSo how about hittin a motherf**er on my pager\nBusy now b**h but you can give me the p**y later\nFly how i fade her, played her like a game of sega\nf**in with the player that done made her, huh\nAnd i ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money\nGot the dick and now you get the pistol honey (b**h)\nSo get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked\nSo where the motherf**in hoes at?\nPunk n***az can't fade the mack, livin fat\nGettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherf**in b**hes\nYeah, yeah that's my motto\nShe educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-a** n***az\nSo y'all take that sh** back to y'all camp and uhh\nYou sleep on that there, it's like\n(chorus) x2\nOh you too n***a, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk a**\nYou old fake a** n***a\nStandin there wearin all them pendletons and khakis and all that\nYou soft as a motherf**in grape\nAin't this a motherf**in b**h\nI can see right through your flower a**\nSome of these n***az is b**hes too, man i tell ya\nIt's gonna be harder and harder to be a thug in ninety-fo'\nBut we gonna do this sh**\nY'all take this sh** and you play this sh** for every single\nFake a** b**h out there\nAnd there's plenty of em\nYou probably got one sittin next to you right now\nBobbin his fake a** head to this, dope a** sh** that he listenin to\nFake a** motherf**in b**h, die in ninety-four\n",
    "2pac - Fallen Star lyrics": "* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists\n[Talib Kweli]\nTurn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what\nTurn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what (yeah)\nTurn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what (yeah, what, yeah, uh)\nPack your cannons we outlandishly brandish the weapons\nMeet Jamaican like you god {U-god?} and 'em handing you lessons\nWe learn a lot from the 60's like glaring 13 necks\nMainly the n***as get shot for flaring out their larynx\nAnd get to speakin' on a conditions of black people\nThat's illegal they enforce it with the force that's lethal\nMake you wanna grab a gun and throw the all black gear on\nHead to congress exercising your constitutional right to bear arms\nLeather jackets and gla**es and you can tell it's us\nThe FBI probably bust a nut if we self destruct\nCall it militant but ain't nobody k**ing Barry {Goldwater}\nYou can't be militant if you ain't got no military\nBut it's still a very powerful word\nPicture some n***as with guns, got 'em very disturbed, word\nNow-a-days you could get shot for a cheap necklace\nBack then my people bust shots for the free breakfast\n[Hook]\nNow before you see God, or stand before Allah\nYou could learn from the stars that fall outta the sky\nEverybody act hard, like they got no regard\nSo we mourn falling stars, they still living all hard\n(we still here, word)\nThis is for Medgar Evers, Martin, and my brother Malcom\nSometimes we be sittin and wishing for another outcome\nMy head be spinning, it be full of why's and the how come's\nThe value of life is so cheap if your skin ain't talcum\nWe need leaders, we looking at entertainers\nIt's about the cash, so we respect the biggest gainers\nn***as get paid then they run away from the community\nThat ain't gangsta n***a, you the opposite of Huey P\nDon't be confusing me with haters, player\nGet your paper, just show respect to the folks who made you (yeah)\nBlessed by the creator so give money n***a \n\n\n\nJust don't bring a plate of food around a hungry n***a\nOut on these streets the police is k**ing\nI'm spilling out my heart on these beats so I can feed my children (yeah)\nDisrespect and I'm a give you a bar to save your life\nBecause we don't need no more fallen stars\n[Hook]\nStalk the stage with the pride of the panther\nHands off Asada and the blood of a dance floor\nWord, rock on, throw the 2Pac on\nHe's not gone, you hear his influence in pop songs\nShine brighter than those Vegas lights\nIlluminating that Vegas night to the party after the fight\n'til the gunshots disturb the peace like Luda\nToo bad he ain't a white chick in Aruba\nThey'd have a whole department dedicated to finding the k**er\nYou'd see Afeni Shakur on Larry King, and motherf**ing Dennis Miller\nWord, Bill O'Reilly would be flapping his gums\nHow much respect do they have for my people?\nActually none\nYou either do the n***a packing a gun who hate n***as\nEven though every time he pa** a mirror he staring at one\nMy man stressed cause of lack of funds\nThis the type of sh** that make you wanna drown your liver\nAnd blacken your lungs\n[Hook] x3\n[Spoken]\nNow of course this was inspired by 2Pac Shakur\nEazy-E, still here (still here)\nMy man Justo (still here)\nBig L (still here)\nBig Pun (still here)\nI'm from Brooklyn, you know what I'm saying\nBrooklyn know a lot about tragedy\nWe lost our Big Poppa and our baby girl\nThat was our whole world, yo (still here)\nThis is for our fallen stars\nInspired by the poets, revolutionaries, and activists\nFrom the generation before us\nCome and do our thing on this microphone\nWhen else in the history of this country\nCan a black man get on the microphone\nAnd say whatever the hell he wanna say?\nIt's a lot of responsibility\nBut we standing on the shoulders of our ancestors\nSo I bear that burden, throw it on my back",
    "2pac - Fallen Star (4 Huey P. Newton) lyrics": "They could never understand\nwhat u set out 2 do\ninstead they chose 2\nridicule u\nwhen u got weak\nThey loved the sight\nof your dimming\nand flickering starlight\nHow could they understand what was so intricate\n2 be loved by so many, so intimate\nthey wanted 2 c your lifeless corpse \n\n\n\nThis way u could not alter the course\nof ignorance that they have set\n2 make my people forget\nwhat they have done for much 2 long\n2 just forget and carry on\nI had loved u forever because of who u R\nAnd now I mourn our fallen star",
    "2pac - Fame lyrics": "And my n***as say\nWe want the fame\nc'mon (C'mon)\nOne thing we all adore\nSomething worth dying for\nNothing but pain\nStuck in this game\nSearching for fortune and fame\nThe one thing we all adore\nSomething worth dying for\nIt's been nothing but pain\nStuck in this game\nSearching for fortune and fame\nThough we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to G's\nStresses after battle with success comes greed (echo)\nThey got me hot When they shot me\nPlotted my revenge\nTo increase my ends\nEnemies gettin' dropped\nWin or lose\nRed or blue\nWe must all stay true\nPlay the game n***a\nNever let the game play you\nAnd for the fame\nn***as change fast\nThat's a shame\nWhat's the game\nLost souls\nWho controls our brain?\nWho can I blame?\nThe world seems strange at times\nSomewhat insane\nI'm hoping we can change with time\nI'm living blinded\nSearching for refinement\nCurse, I know d**h follows me\nBut I murder him first\nAnd worse yet\nWith each breathe\nSteps I take\nBreathless\nIs there a cure for a hustler with a d**h wish?\nCigar ashes\nCoaster\nCrystal gla**es\nWe mash on them jealous ba*tards\nWith a ski mask\nI'm the first one to warn them\nBlast it\nWrapped in plastic\nBullsh**ting got his a** hit (outlaws)\nAin't nothing left now\nTreated like a stepchild\nWas not for me\nNothing but busters and b**hes (f** 'em all)\nBe rocking beats\nFake in fame\nBlock run and shoot slugs\nWe throw them back like hardballs\nWithout the gloves\nNo love for these fake desperados\nAnd thugs I bleed to envy\nSmoke and blow out they blunts\nSipping Henney\nDrunk nights\nAnd hot days\nco*king my heat shooting it sideways\nA wife on the run\nFull of common blunts\nUnconditionally married\nTo my gun\nFulfillin' my destiny\nOn knees\nAnd ones desires\nBe pulling all my cabbage like priors\nStuck in the trance searching for something higher\nFortune and fame\nOne thing we all adore\nSomething worth dying for\nNothing but pain\nStuck in this game\nSearching for fortune and fame\nThe one thing we all adore\nSomething worth dying for\nIt's been nothing but pain\nStuck in this game\nSearching for fortune and fame\nSearching for fortune and fame\nLost in the rain\nA lose of the game\nWith life the cost of the game\nWe forcing the change \n\n\n\nMother f** flossing the chain\nAll the blame\nBelongs to the part of the brain (\nThat we never use n***a\nPlus my heart is in pain\nAnd if I ever lose homey\nBet I'm at it again\nOutlaws don't die\nSo united we stand\nAnd if family come before\nAll the fortune and fame\nAs I walk up in the crib\nLaid to rest my head\nSay some rhymes to angels\nHope they bless my bed\nHope they bless me the righteous way\nGot a homie locked down\nOutta town\nI sent him a kite today\nMan that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog\nPraying for my downfall and I can sense it dog\nI was pa**ed down the street fame\nLike glock clocked and keep aim\nWas raised up with a clock box\nAnd I ran with the local street gang\nThey say the light is faded\nBut still shine in the dark\nYou can easy been a man\nBut you is a boy in your heart\nAnd that's some game that I got\nFrom generation of game\nIn the road of life dog\nWe need to switch up lanes\nThink about it\nOne thing we all adore\nSomething worth dying for\nNothing but pain\nStuck in this game\nSearching for fortune and fame\nThe one thing we all adore\nSomething worth dying for\nIt's been nothing but pain\nStuck in this game\nSearching for fortune and fame\nI can't complain\nI've seen my fair share of the fame\nIt won't change me\nNow I've got this piece of change\nI feel strange I got so used to the hood\nThat when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good\nI was just a baby still retarded from slavery\nWhen we struggle to shovel sh** ain't nobody saved me\nGhetto ain't made me I made myself\nPoverty raised me thinking ain't no help\nI pray for my health my mind and my family too\nState of myself my grind and my family crew\nWhere one hand watches the other\nNo we ain't blood\nBut we still real brothers\nThe struggle is real\nNothing can steal\nWhat we build\nAnd that remains the same\n'Till that day we k**ed\nAnd that's real\nLife that I was aimed to be\nLove by my family tree\nThat's fame to me\nHow about it\nOne thing we all adore\nSomething worth dying for\nNothing but pain\nStuck in this game\nSearching for fortune and fame\nThe one thing we all adore\nSomething worth dying for\nIt's been nothing but pain\nStuck in this game\nSearching for fortune and fame",
    "2pac - Family Tree lyrics": "Because we all spring from different trees\nDoes not mean we are not created equally\nIs the true beauty in the tree\nOr in the vast forest in which it breathes?\nI find greatness in the tree, that grows against all odds\nIt blossoms in darkness, and gives birth to promising pods\nI was that tree that grew from the weeds and wasn't meant to be\nAshamed I'm not, in fact I am proud, of my thriving, family, tree\nThe rose that grew from concrete, yeah\nThe tree that wasn't meant to be\nThough I, struggle in my life, I never give up\nAnd you, know that I, will always be by your side\nMy family tree, yeah a family tree\nYeah, my family tree, my family tree \n\n\n\nI find, greatness in the tree that grows against all odds\nIt blossoms in, darkness, and gives birth to a promising pod\nYou'll never see me give up\nI will press on, never hold my head alone\nNever no, my family tree, my family tree yeah\nMy family tree, family tree\nBecause we all spring from different trees\nDoes not mean we are not created equally\nIs the true beauty in the tree\nOr in the vast forest in which it breathes?\nThe tree must fight to breathe\nAmong the evils of the weeds\nI find greatness in the tree, that grows against all odds\nAshamed I'm not, in fact I am proud, of my thriving, family, tree",
    "2pac - Family Tree (Poem) lyrics": "Because we all spring\nfrom different trees\ndoes not mean\nwe are not created equally\nIs the true beauty in the tree\nor in the vast forest in which it breathes\nthe tree must fight 2 breed\namong the evils of the weeds\nI find greatness in the tree \n\n\n\nthat grows against all odds\nit blossoms in darkness\nand gives birth 2 promising pods.\nI was the tree who grew from weeds\nand wasn't meant 2 be\nashamed I'm not in fact I am proud\nof my thriving family tree",
    "2pac - Fantasy lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nYo Ryan man (yo what's up cuz)\nI just sorted block girls (what's up)\nI'm tryna talk to her but, we ain't even explain what happened (straight up man)\nIt was funk, she was fine (she was fine) (she was takin' over dude, what you think)\nShe was fine some of us scream for magazine (just sh** up)\n(I wanna know what's up with that)\nCheck this out man (what's up)\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nTrapped like a prisoner, fantasize of kissin' her\nTreat you like a queen but other guys is dissin' ya\nThinkin' of ya nightly thigh, so hold it tightly\nVisualizin' figure, damn that excites me\nI wonder if you know how much I think of you\nIf I can throw you water, then I sink in you\nIt's for eternity, this feelings are burnin' me\nIt's like a fire, miss desire yearns to be pullin' me\nCloser, until your chest is close to mine\nFeelin' you heart beat, our arms are intertwined\nWantin' to kiss you, the pa**ion raisin'\nBut don't wanna rush you, so I'm still waitin'\nWhat if we were lovers, what a night that be\nCause we be raidin' undercover like the savage beast\nClose my eyes and visualize, it's you I feel\nThen wake up and realize, it was not real\nIt was just my heart, playin' tricks on me\nIts tryna to make my fantasy a reality\nCause just thinkin' about ya baby, makes you want ya more\nThese feelings make me crazy but I can't ignore\nWhat you mean to me, you're a dream to me\nNo matter how realistic it seems to be\nGotta get a grip on myself, because I'm dissin' myself\nI wake up, I realize that I be kissin' myself\nI just have to find this girl in my fantasy\nAnd hope that someone in this world is who meant for me\nBut if I find her, will I have the nerve to speak?\nOr will me ego overrob makin' my heart to greed?\nI gotta do it, I gotta tell her how I feel\nIt's the only chance to make my fantasy turn real\nNow my heart beats fast, I sweat feat on my thumb\nGotta get myself together cause here she come\nI said: hi, she was fly, get lost in her eyes\nTried to speak another word but my tongue was tied\nDamn, I can't explain it, the state I'm in\nEvery time I try to speak, I stutter again\nFeel like I'm ready to cry, embarra**ed outof my mind\nShe smiles and gives me her number and says call her sometime\nBut she walks away, almost as quick as she came\nAnd it hit me, I never even knew her name\nSo when I turned around, I felt my heart broke\nShe was gone, so was the number she wrote\n[Hook: Ryan D]\nIt was a fantasy\nNothin' but a fantasy\nI fell in love with a fantasy\n[Interlude: Ryan D]\nStraight man (word man I feel you)\nOh cuh (well do it your way man)\nBut check this out man I just coming from the crib man, oh man\nShe's [?] I can't believe this man (what's up what)\nLet me tell you [?] is sayin'\n(break it down to be do, what's up)\nCheck this out\n[Verse 2: Ryan D.]\nI woke up this Thursday mornin' in a terriful mood\nWent straight to the kitchen cause I needed some food\nStep inside, the kitchen door had tell me what I would see\nA giant stackin' dirty dishes are waitin' for me\nI didn't really wanna do it so I accepted the facts\nSpill out all my funky tequila swisher and my feline hat\nSat in my yard, then I noticed it was nice outside\nTell my [partner, \"Hmm, I think I'll go for a ride\"\nRollin' down the avenue chillin' my way\nWith the incredible sound (of who?) Marvin Gaye \n\n\n\nI see my homie on the corner, \"What's up, Terry T?\"\n\"Yo check this out,\" is what he said to me\nTold me that he knew a lady that I needed to meet\nSuper fine like wine and she couldn't be beat\nI said, \"Okay,\" he said: \"Come on in,\" then we went to her house\nBut when she opened the door, I couldn't open my mouth\nI mean damn there she was, right in front of my face\nAnd here I am cold fuzzin' like I'm in disgrace\nShe had a beautiful smile, eyes greener than gra**\nAnd god damn, homeboy you shoulda see that well\nI don't wanna get explicit, but you know what I mean\nThe type of girl that don't recover of a magazine\nShe said her name is Limay, I didn't know what to say\nExcept my name is Ryan D. and it's beautiful day\nWe went outside and had a drink, conversated a bit\nTerry said we had to leave, but then she told me to sit\nShe said: \"Terry, you can go, but Ryan's stayin' awhile\"\nWhen she said this to my homie I just started to smile\nShe says she wanted to talk, so she can know me some more\nI said, \"Cool\"\nTerry left and then she locked door\nNow I'm a cool type of fellow, really mellow with her\nAnd when she came and step beside me I had sweat in my palms\nI mean she was so fine, I can't explain to my brothers\nFiner than the dilla Ice T's album cover\nI said, \"Well, here we are. What we can do now?\"\nShe looked me deep in my eyes and broke it all down\nShe said, \"Ryan D., as hard as this may seem, I wanna make love to you, you're the man of my dreams\"\nShe said she saw me before, and then she knew that day\nShe had to get me, had to have me somehow, some way\nI said, \"Baby, don't you worry, cause I think I'm in love. You're the angel of my life, sent from heaven above\"\nWithout a moment's hesitation, we were deep in the groove\nBodies tight and touched together as we started to move\nOnly with persistent movements, I removed her clothes\nShe was heavy as the kiss she began to moan\nFirst she start, twist me back I really don't know how\nShe put her arms around my neck and said, \"I want you now\"\nShe was already hot, I had began to sweat\nI knew that this would be a moment I would never forget\nShe told me lay on my back so she can get on the top\nShe said, \"Make it last, please, and just don't stop\"\nI had my eyes closed now that she felt so soft\nBut when I open my eyes, my alarm went off\nI got up, rubbed my eyes\n\"What's goin' on?\" I said\nIt was then I realized that I was home in my bed\nI said, \"Damn,\" to myself, as hard as it may seem\nImagination had to go but it was only a dream\n[Hook: 2Pac & Ryan D.]\nIt was a fantasy\nNothin' but a fantasy\nI fell in love with a fantasy\n[Outro/Interlude: 2Pac & Ryan D.]\nDamn, man. That's hard, man\nMan, it was bugged out\nAin't that weird, though? We both felt like that?\nMan, it was sort of a trip, man\nI can never tell a homeboy this, man. Yo, keep this between me and you, man. Nobody ever gonna believe nothin' like this. Alright man, I'm straight goin' to school man\nJust remember that sh**, man\nWord\nI don't know what to tell you, man\nYo, see you later on, dude\nAlright. Know what it was, though?\nPeace man. Yo, what?\n[Hook: 2Pac & Ryan D.]\nIt was a fantasy\nNothin' but a fantasy\nWe fell in love with a fantasy\nWe fell in love with a fantasy\nWe fell in love with a fantasy",
    "2pac - Fatha Figga * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Fear In The Heart Of Man lyrics": "Against an attacker I will boldly take my stand\nBecause my heart will show fear for no man\nBut for a broken heart I run with freight\nScared to be blind in a vulnerable night I believe this fear is in every man\nSome will acknowledge it, others will fail to understand \n\n\n\nThere is no fear in a shallow heart\nBecause shallow hearts don't fall apart But feeling hearts that truly care\nAre fragile to the flow of air\nAnd if I am to be true then I must give my fragile heart\nI may receive great joy or you may return it ripped apart",
    "2pac - Fight Music lyrics": "[INTRO]\nOmar Epps\nYou're crazy man!\n(Makaveli)\nYou know what? When you said that last time\nI was kind a trippin right, but now\nYou're right, I am crazy\nBut you know what else? I dont give a f**\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nCheck it out\nIs it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings\nI can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending\nAnd since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound\nRather be buried than be worried, livin held down\nMy game plan to be trained heavy, military\nMind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary\nCryin, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus\nBallin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us\nYoung black male, crack sales got me three strikes\nLivin in jail, this is hell, enemies die\nWonder when we all pa** is anybody listenin?\nGot my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's b**hin\nPlease God can you understand me, bless my family\nGuide us all, before we fall into insanity\nI make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike\nDrop some sh**, to make these stupid b**hes jaws tight\n[Hook]\nGo, n***as wanna get it on, let's fight!\nI got some n***as in my click that make thay mother f**ing jaws tight now\nGo, n***as wanna get it on, let's fight\nI got some n***as in my click that make thay mother f**ing jaws tight\nGo, n***as wanna get it on, let's fight!\nI got some n***as in my click that make thay mother f**ing jaws tight now\nGo, n***as wanna get it on, let's fight \n\n\n\nI got some n***as in my click that make thay mother f**ing jaws tight\n[Verse 2: Xzibit]\nThe love is lost\nThe gloves is off so figure\nWhat side you tryin' be on, the barrel or the trigger\nA gang of n***as talking the talk\nBut ain't walking the straight line\nThey trying to hide behind the one time\nf** being scared and constantly with security\nI ain't afraid of whatever you f*ggots try to do to me\nShoot at me, try to corner me, orderlies try to get at me\nFlip it like fake identities, sticking it to my enemies\nAnd have you running for your motherf**ing lives\nTill they put me in a courtroom fighting for mine\nThe only reason I got foes that used to be friends\nWhen n***as mumble under their breathe, I'm under their skin\nI pray for the strength to handle what my city bring\nBetter stand for something, or your bound to fall for anything\nThe pitfalls, the pot holes, I spit flows that generate straight crack sales, we got those\nOne hitter quitter split a n***a like a embryo\nBring it to your crib, to your kids, to your video shoot\nGive me the loot, my dudes all paid up\nThe half a**ed getting rat packed and sprayed up\nYou say \"What?\", speak up punk I can't hear you\nYour transparent, Reynold's wrap, I'm seeing clear through\nPray for my down fall, talk like hoes\nMister Rap Rap the Gauge and kick in the door\nAnd motherf**ers tryna say I can't rap no more\nLike one monkey gonna stop the show\nLets go!",
    "2pac - First 2 Bomb lyrics": "Yeah... knockin n***as the f** out\nY'all n***as know how we do\nYeah n***a, you know how we do when we ride up on your b**h a**\n[2Pac]\nTell me baby, what's your frequency\nYou see I'm makin proposals that's full of verbaly indecency when ya meetin me\nFlash light I'm buzzed, wasn't right like d**\nGot 3 strikes, you got cause last night's for thugs\nHoldin my position my competition is never ready\nRipped like a machete, my alias Makaveli\nSo what they tell me through the grapevine\nn***as ain't tryin to see me paid, they rather take mine\nRetaliation takes time\nCreate rhymes, that so ferocious that the ba** line\nWent for my vocals everytime a n***a say it rhyme\nSpendin and bustin you thought you was but you wasn't, prepared\nn***as is scared, I'm eternally thuggin\nLike Kamikazes on a suicide mission I'm spittin\nMultiple gunshots, burnin turnin rappers to victims\nI kick em all day, and my motto make Biggie Smalls pay\nI make it rough enough, you and puffy crawl away\n[Hook] x2\nFirst to bomb, right out the gate n***a f** your size \n\n\n\nCome be my enemy k**a, when I see you eye to eye\nFirst to bomb, right out the gate n***a f** your size\nOutlaw immortal my n***a, when I see you eye to eye\n[2Pac]\nFirst to bomb, quick to unload\nExpose, my foes, for being b**hes\nKeepin n***as suspicious, 2 Glocks\nIs filled with ammo\nMy army fatigues ready for battle\nLyrical commando, let's get it on\nTell me n***a, how much you can handle\nBangin on wax, I turn the track into a Roman Candle (boom)\nMy intention specifically, thugged out, no sympathy\nPictures of closed caskets, soon as Daz get with me\nI'm first to bomb, first is the calm, then the panic\nSoon as my n***as break, we earthquake the whole planet\nAdversaries can't understand it\nThe way my n***as strategize\nDon't nobody die unless we planned it\nLife long committed, I write songs and spit it\nNo matter how hard mothaf**as try they can't get it\nIt's d**h Row, Westside, Outlaws til we die, Thug Life\nMothaf**as on the ride and we--\n[Hook] x2",
    "2pac - First 2 Bomb (OG) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nOne love to my homeboys, d**h to my enemies\nBad boy k**az, outlaw muthaf**in' immortals\nYou know what time it is\nWhen we ride (when we ride)\nThug n***as till the day we die\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nTell me baby, what's your frequency\nYou see I'm makin' proposals that's full of verbal indecency when ya meetin' me\nFlash light I'm buzzed, what's right like d**\nGot 3 strikes, you got cuz last nights for thugs\nHoldin' my position, my competition is never ready\nRipped like a machete, my alias Makaveli\nSo what they tell me through the grapevine\nn***as ain't tryin' to see me paid, they rather take mine\nRetaliation takes time\nCreate rhymes that so ferocious that the ba** line\nWent for my vocals every time a n***a say his rhyme\nSpendin' and bustin' you thought it up, but you wasn't, prepared\nn***as get scared, I'm eternally thuggin'\nLike kamikazes on a suicide mission\nI'm spittin' multiple gunshots\nBurnin' turnin' rappers to victims\nI kick em all day\nAnd my motto, make biggie smalls pay\nI make it ruff enough\nYou and puffy crawl away\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nFirst to bomb, right out the gate n***a f** your size\nOutlaw immortal my n***a, when I see you eye to eye\nFirst to bomb, right out the gate n***a f** your size\nOutlaw immortal my n***a, when I see you eye to eye\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nFirst to bomb, quick to unload\nExpose my foes for being b**hes\nKeepin' n***as suspicious\n2 Glocks is full of ammo\nMy army fatigues ready for battle, lyrical commando\nLets get it on\nTell me n***a, how much you can handle\nBangin' on wax, I turn this track into a roman candle (boom)\nMy intention's specifically, thugged out no sympathy\nPictures of closed caskets, so those ba*tards get wit me\nI'm first to bomb, first there's the calm then the panic\nSoon as my n***as break, we earthquake the whole planet\nAdversaries can't understand it\nThe way my n***as straregize\nDon't nobody die unless we planned it\nLife long committed\nI write songs to spit it\nNo matter how hard muthaf**az try, they can't get it\nIt's d**h Row, westside, outlaws til we die, thug life \n\n\n\nMuthaf**az on the ride and we\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nFirst to bomb, right out the gate n***a f** your size\nCall me my enemy k**er, when I see you eye to eye\nFirst to bomb, right out the gate n***a f** your size\nOutlaw immortal my n***a, when I see you eye to eye\n[Verse 3: Napolean]\nn***a, I've been straight feudin' for years\nAin't nuthin' nice right here\nI get the poundin' from the drum, that's how I overcome fear\nGive me your soul out ya life, hand it to me like I'm Christ\nI look at d**h to be nice, I wanna try it some nights\nAnd I swear to God, I get medieval on your ba*tard catch wreck\nMama told you to knock me out, but you ain't knock sh** yet\nYou wanna bet, I make the b**h come straight outta you\nClaimin' you mobbin' deep, with your pity a** crew\nDon't let me tell you what some real a** n***as would do\nIf you a soldier, ask ya homie could it be me and you\nHead up first, I'll k** your work\nI got you lost so you hurt\nA flurry combination then I leave your dick in tha dirt\n[Verse 4: Kadafi]\nn***a, I leave you shell shocked\nFrom project streets to cell blocks\nGlock 45 with the tail co*ked\nMakin' jacks by no means\nPocket full of crack and money stacks in my jeans\nWildin' on ya street high off codeine's (codeine's)\nI want it all, f** the talk\nI, ask some questions after I open fire on your sector\nOn the f**in' walk by\n[Verse 5: E.D.I Amin]\nUh\nNow how many n***as really think they can oppose\nThe immortal Outlawz\nYou n***as is hoes but already seen it though Malc\nAlias Amin comma E.D.I\nDrama is needy\nSo you gettin' stoled on by, a hungry pointin' wantin' B.G\nDumpin', but takin' it out first at every function\nn***a, we funkin' at the stow we\nBlows is hittin' yo jaw\nAnd now you hittin' the flo'\nObvious you didn't know what we known fo'\nn***a we\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nFirst to bomb, right out the gate n***a f** your size\nCall me my enemy k**er, when I see you eye to eye\nFirst to bomb, right out the gate n***a f** your size\nOutlaw immortal my n***a, when I see you eye to eye",
    "2pac - Flex lyrics": "[Chorus]\nFlex, flex flex\nFlex, flex flex\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nSlippin' through my sh** wonderin' what hits it get\nEven before the flicks I was always hit to flip the script\nLet's play a game, call catch a b**h, how you play?\nWell diss me n***a and catch a fist, you playin'?\nOoo, I know you didn't expect a n***a to catch wreck\nI'm comin' from the west, they all slept (Flex)\nCause it's been a long day\nAnd I get with Johnny Q when n***as rub me the wrong way\nTwenty four tracks is fat and all that\nPack smack, jaw crack, after that, can I get my balls back?\nn***a don't front, just pa** the blunt\nI freak the funk for the trunks, pop the pump on the chumps\nI make ya jump\nDum diddy dump, love to thump\nLeavin' n***as with Plumps, smokin' blunts and skunks\nSo here it comes, let's have a gun\nOr get done by the worst of our trumps for fun\nPump pump!\n[Chorus]\nFlex, flex, flex flex\nFlex, flex flex\nFlex, flex flex\nFlex, flex flex\n[Verse 2: Kastro]\nOH! duck, prepare to throw n***a, get that a** dropped\nGive us mad props and get packed I'm mad hot\nSo get that 'caine step to the wrong f**in' man\nThe crew too, fifty n***as in the wrong fan\nYou f**in' b**h you better take you snitch a** home\n[?] feel his chrome on your damn dome\nBoom boom boom n***as better duck or get bucked\nf** stuck in the damn gut\nI tryna tell ya but n***as ain't feel me\nThe f** with dollar wouldn't that, never hail g\nBorn for bo*er, raise up in the stack\nSchoolin', I'm ready to feel pain bet you a**\nWill be fillin on the\nFoul type, then you say hi when I pa** by\nA n***a tryna act fly god bless the nice try\nStraight serve, what a herb, kicked to the curb \n\n\n\nSlammin' dust, he got some motherf**in' nerve\nSo back f**in' and get jacked , dont test\nSo get wrecked and it will be a mess\nIf they wanna be a\n[Chorus]\nFlex, flex, flex flex\nFlex, flex flex\nFlex, flex flex\nFlex, flex flex\n[Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean]\nHey yo, nothin' gets buck quick\nWhen he f** with, and Thoro Headz stuck\nBet you can't budge with the rough n***as\nSee, it's fifty n***as with me, is hundred head raw\nNot to mention a countless, I'm not ya ammo\nSo why would you wanna play a test\nYou can't fade the best, since you get laid to rest\nYeah, still wreck, you testin' your mic full of check tack it\nRep with\nn***as wanna flex it\nThey call me Big Mac, you put the f**in b**h\nAnd I'm outie\nFive dodge and you will never doubt me\nI'm gettin' flammy on this 2pac jammy\nYo, sittin' and pissin' on a b**h a** panty\nYeah, like it's magic we comin' on that a** ma**ive\nBetter tap in or get your a** kicked\nAnd if you plannin' on rushin', better stomp fast\nCause in the flat, I snatch a badge out you mark a**\nAyo, spark, split fifty n***as\nThey should give us motherf**er some of that real sh**\nIll sh** they keep holes on the deals n***a\nAttackin' n***as like sh** list with quick hits\nSo f** a rhyme if ya feel what I want for tacs\nWatch ya back, n***a, cause we ain't quitter\n[Outro]\nThoro Headz motherf**er\nBig malcolm, motherf**er indo boy\nStrictly representin' for the motherf**in' fuigitive [?]\nThem n***as can't be f**ed with\nSo when I keel over and die they gon take the sh**\nAll you weak motherf**ers get the motherf**in' [?]\nCause my n***as ain't afraid of flexin' you feel me\nYoung n***as, young n***as",
    "2pac - For Mrs. Hawkins (In Memory of Yusef Hawkins) lyrics": "This poem is addressed 2 Mrs. Hawkins\nwho lost her son 2 a racist society\nI'm not out 2 offend the positive souls\nonly the racist dogs who lied 2 me\nAn American culture plagued with nights\nlike the night Yusef was k**ed\nif it were reversed it would be the work \n\n\n\nof a savage but this white k**er was just strong-willed\nBut Mrs. Hawkins as sure as I'm a Panther\nwith the blood of Malcolm in my veins\nAmerica will never rest\nif Yusef dies in vain!",
    "2pac - Forever And Today lyrics": "U say that u'll love me forever but what about today\nAs the dusks become dawns and the years pa** on will u love me the same way\nIf so let us rejoice and bathe in constant pleasure\nIf not spare my heart today and I shall recover before forever \n\n\n\nAnd if my doubts and ?'s upset u, forgive my fragile heart\nI just wanted 2 know if you'd love me forever\nBefore Today would START!",
    "2pac - Fortune & Fame lyrics": "[Hook: 2Pac & Kokane] (x2)\nOne thing we all adore, something worth dying for\nNothing but pain, stuck in this game\nSearching for fortune and fame\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nThough we exist to breathe some believe currency comes to g's\nStress is half the battle with success comes greed\nThey got me hot when they shot me\nPlotted my revenge\nTo increase my ends\nEnemies gettin' dropped\nWin or lose\nRed or blue\nWe must all stay true\nPlay the game n***a\nNever let the game play you\nAnd for the fame\nn***as change fast\nThat's a shame\nWhat's the game\nLost souls\nWho controls our brains?\nWho can I blame?\nThe world seems strange at times\nSomewhat insane\nI'm hoping we can change with time\nI'm living blinded\nSearching for refinement\nCurse, I know d**h follows me\nBut I murdered him first\nAnd worse yet\nWith each breathe\nSteps I take\nBreathless\nIs there a cure for a hustler with a d**h wish?\nCigar ashes\nToast with\nCrystal gla**es (to my thug n***as)\nWe mash on them jealous ba*tards (hahaha)\nWith my ski mask\nI'm the first one to warn them (get that n***a)\nBlast it\nWrapped in plastic\nBullsh**ting got his a** hit (Outlaws)\nAin't nothing left now\nTreated like a stepchild\nWas not for me\nNothing but busters and b**hes (f** em all)\nBe rocking beats\nFake in fame\n[Hook] (x2)\n[Verse 2: Kokane]\nI love that ghetto sh** (that ghetto sh**)\nI love that 2Pac sh** (that Pac sh**)\nI'm that n***a out yo' window eating chicken out yo' caddy sh** (sh**tt)\nWe write this song to make you k** motherf**ers (f**ers)\nSmash motherf**ers (f**ers)\nJust to see ya cluck clucka (clucka)\nI'm not just a rapper I'm a dope dealer (what it is mang) (dope man!)\nIgnorant motherf**er spray cap peeler (cap peela)\nIt's like ba** (ba**!)\nHow low can you go? (go, go, go)\nI'll have to move my yay across San Di-ya-yo (ya-yo baby)\nWestcoast, tax free, money is a b**h (beotch)\nThese out of state n***as get mad cause we rich (hahaha, richhh)\nPick up a super chicken bac-ca (bac-ca, bac-ca)\nHe said selling 28 and a hundred\nBy mail...\n[Verse 3: E.D.I.]\nFor the fame (fame)\nThe notoriety\nTo be well-known (well-known) in this society \n\n\n\nTo have everybody eyeing me\nCause when I rise up my block mang\nMy cost is to floss\nI'm making up for all the times\nThat I floss to be lost (floss to be lost)\nI scream, (scream) till I was lost forever\nNobody came (fame)\nSo on this day forth, I'mma die\nFor the fortune and fame (fame)\nBeen on my name (fame)\nWhere were all these years\nThat I walk this Earth\nWent for all mine (we search for fame)\nEspecially been cautious since birth\nRemain the same, since the day I came (fame)\nWill never change\nEven though I live my life hellishly (fame)\nFor all this fame (fame)\n[Verse 4: Kadafi]\n(fame) Block fronters shoot slugs\nWe throw 'em back like hardballs\nWithout the gloves\nNo love for these fake desperados and thugs (hahaha)\nI bleed to envy\nSmoke and blow out they blunts\nSipping Henney\nDrunk nights\nAnd high days\nco*king my heat shooting it sideways\nA life on the run (ey look out, look out)\nFull of common blunts (yeah, yeah)\nUnconditionally married\nTo my gun\nFulfillin' my destiny\nOr needs\nAnd ones desires (yes n***a *repeats for next 3 lines*)\nBe pulling all my cabbage like pliers\nStuck in the trance searching for something higher\nThan fortune and fame\nHahaha\n[Hook] (x2)\n[Verse 5: Spice 1]\nI don't want to live forever\nIt's do or die\nI'd be a dead n***a\nTalking gangsta S.P.I\nNggas don't want me to be up in they system\nWhen I'm deceased\nTalk sh** about when I'm up in the coffin\nn***a you'll rest in peace (well alright)\nMotherf**er, I die for this sh** (sh**)\nI got a lot ridin'\nSome n***as be backslidin'\nSome n***as fall off and go into hidin'\nSome n***as be players up in the game five years\nSome n***as be making one platinum album\nThen be gettin' disrepecting O.G. peers\nI've been motherf**ing hard since I was fo-teen, partners (fo-teen partna)\nSome n***as be laying up in them streets\nBroke them off something proper\nHaters may try to take your soul\nCold-hearted a** n***as\nGotta ride with two twin Glocks\nGotta sleep fingers on triggers\nn***as don't want to see you have nothing\nSo have something\nAnd if a n***a run up on you\nPut a slug and get to dumping n***a\nFame...",
    "2pac - Freek'N You lyrics": "I wanna freek you\nI wanna freek you\nI wanna freek you\nI wanna freek you\nEvery time I close my eyes\nI wake up feelin' so horney\nI can't get you out of my mind\nCause s**'in you be all I see\nI would give anything\nJust to make you understand me\nI don't give a damn about nothin else\nCause freek'n you is all I need\nTonight I need your body\nI need your body\nTonight you got my time\nGirl what ever you want I will give it Baby\nTonight you won't be sorry\nAh ah ahe ahe ohh wee\nTonight you've got my mind\nYou got my mind all I wanna do is freek you\nWhat must I say\nWhat must I do\nTo show how much\nI think about freek'n you\nWhat must I say\nWhat must I do\nTo show how much\nI think about freek'n you\nI can go on for a day\nBut I couldn't go on for weeks baby\nI could even play with another body\nBut it wouldn't last cause I'm a freek\nI hear everything you say\nTurned on by everything you do\nAnd at night when I close my eyes\nI only dream of freek'n you\nTonight I need your body\nTonight I need your body baby\nTonight you got my time \n\n\n\nWhat ever you want what ever you need\nTonight you won't be sorry\nAh you won't be sorry baby baby no na no\nTonight you've got my mind\nWhat ever you want baby it will be fine, so fine\nWhat must I say\nWhat must I do\nTo show how much\nI think about freek'n you\nWhat must I say\nWhat must I do\nTo show how much\nI think about freek'n you\nGet down and freek me up and down\nEvery freek'n night and every freek'n day\nI wanna freek you baby in every freek'n way\nEvery freek'n day every and every freek'n night\nI wanna freek ya baby in every freek'n way\nEvery freek'n day every and every freek'n night\nI wanna freek ya baby in every freek'n way\nEvery freek'n day and every freek'n night\nI wanna freek you girl your body's so freek'n tight\nWhat must I say (tell me)\nWhat must I do (can I prove my love)\nTo show how much (lick'n you all over body baby)\nI think about freek'n you (you body)\nWhat must I say\nWhat must I do\nTo show how much (want to think about freek'n you)\nI think about freek'n you",
    "2pac - Friends lyrics": "Friends, how many of us have them\nFriends, how many of us have them\nFriends, how many of us have them\nFriends, how many of us have them\nEvery since I could remember\nI had friends I could depend on\nClothes to lend 'em\nMoney to spend on\nBut as time went by\nMy life got a little strange\nAnd the rules of the game seem to change\nTrust, honesty and devotion\nAnd money, money, money is the poison potion\nThere's no way that I can even say\nThat this game has been good to me\nOr even bad to me it had to be\nCause tragically the way this sh**\nCracked off for Doggy Dogg was magically\nAnd now I'm gettin' everything I'm supposed to get\nBut my friendship with n***as always ends up as bullsh**\nI listen to my momma though\nShe always tried to prepare me\nBut how could she do what I\nI mean I'm do or die\nBut my life on the streets\nThat sh** is suicide\nSo to cope I got a dogg and a locc\nAnd keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke\nI'm mashin' with the click 2-1-3 that is \n\n\n\nThey my homeboys ever since kids\nReal friends to the end\n[Chorus]\nHangin' out with my homies and I'm feelin' just fine\nI've been ponderin' lately\nA lot of different things on my mind\nIt seems lately my friends list\nDone took a slight decline\nAnd if you wanna know the trith man, man\nThem wasn't no friends of mine\nYou jackin' me up, you takin' my cash\nAll my life L-B-C, for my city I mash\nAll those OG's and BG's and wannabes and L-O-Cs\nThe only friends I got is my 2-1-3s\nThat's my n***a Snoop D Woop and my n***a N-A-T-E\nI can't forget about my n***a H to the Deezy\nPressure and strikes\nDon't wanna take no lives\nBut these jaws, cracks and hood cracks\nWill make you break bizacks\n\"Whats up homie, can I borrow some cash?\"\nLast week I gave you 500, so kiss my a**\nI got a baby to feed\nA familly to see through\nAnd shake busta snitches tweekin' like you\nHomies and friends that's what they for\nStayin' tight and money right\nAnd bustin' with a 44.",
    "2pac - Fright Night (Whatcha Gonna Do OG) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nAnd huh, I started out dumb, sprung off a hood rat\nListening to the radio, wishing that I could rap\nBut nothing changed, I was stuck in the game\nCause everybody in the industry was f**ing me, man\nListen: I've got a scheme, break away, do my own thing\nDrop some conversation, sit back and let the phone ring\nn***as ain't wanna see me rise\n97 watch me cut these motherf**ers down to size\nAnd if I catch another case, Lord knows how they hate me\nGot a playa in the court room, please don't let 'em frame me\nI've been dealt a lot of bad cards living as a thug\nCount my blessings and don't stress in this land with no love\nMaybe they see me rolling, look at all this green I'm holding\nI guess that's why they're envious and get their eyes swollen\nHoping the heavenly father love a hustler\nMeet the hardest n***a on the Earth to ever bust a nut\nMy homies tell me, \"Have a heart\" \u2014 f** their feelings\nI've been trying to make a million since we started, we cold hearted\nn***as in masks that'll blast at the task force\nEmpty out my clip, time to mash, they asked for it\nMe, Makaveli, I'm a motherf**er\nWe break bread, now we thug brothers\nn***as talk a lot of non-sh** I choose to ignore it\nA war? They ain't ready for it\n[Chorus]\nNow what'cha gonna do, when my n***as come for you\nNow what'cha gonna do, when my n***as come for you\nTell me now what'cha gonna do, When my n***as\nCome for you?\nNow what'cha gonna do, when my n***as come for you\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nWatch me clown, give me loving when I'm high\nI'm an outlaw baby, I'll be thuggin' till I die\nIn my drop-top double-R, life as a rap star\nHustle like a crack fiend till they catch me\nGo ask somebody to your show\nWatch them n***as out the sight of my night scope\nCooking white dope got my n***a 25-to-life stretched out\nTrying to have all the better things in life\nWell Makaveli \u2014 a born leader, 10 millimeter\nChange a n***a's future like a schizophrenic palm reader \n\n\n\nHeed, from out the bible I read\nSee the meek shall inherit the Earth\nAnd the strong will lead\nHittin' weed like it's alright\nI'm in the studio making music all night\nMy enemies cry whenever I rise, they hated till the d**h\nTrying to beat me out my last breath\nWhatcha gonna do?\n[Chorus]\nNow what'cha gonna do?, when my n***as come for you\nTell me now what'cha gonna do, When my n***as\nCome for you?\nTell me now what'cha gonna do?, When my n***as\nCome for you?\nWhat'cha gonna do, When my n***as come for you?\n[Verse 3: Storm]\nWho's to blame for my mind frame\nTryin' to lead this money game\nGot me fiendin' for riches wantin' to k** for a taste of fame...\nRecurrin' dreams of illness ends, front page magazines\nLivin' life like a thug queen...\nBut instead, I'm having nightmares\nThey call 'em Outlaw premonitions of premeditated missions...\nLivin' conditions suspicious, so they got me on a hit list\nWishin' that I was flip like a wet b**h...\nBut it's the timin' n***a\nAnd I've been waiting for years, I put my grind in n***a...\nI see you scoping, cause I got what you want to flaunt\nMy every calculated move is a nail to ya coffin...\nNot what ya don't know is I got .16 point holla\nThugged out female Boss shot-calla...\nNow what you gonna do?..\nWhere's yo busta a** crew?..\nWhen my n***as come for you...\n(When we come for ya)\n[Chorus]\nNow whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you?\nNow, n***a now, now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you?\nNow whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you\n(Throw your hands up), now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you\n(Whatchu running fo'), now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you?\n(Busted), Now whatcha gonna do when my n***as for you?\n(when we come for ya)\nNow whatcha gonna do when my n***as for you\nHahaha\n(When they come for you)\n(When they come for you )\nShhh..\nWhen they come for you",
    "2pac - From First Glance (4 Michelle From Zap's: Feb 1, 1990) lyrics": "From first glance I know exactly what would Be\nu and I have perfect hearts destined one day 2 Be\nThe circumstances don't even matter because my heart never lies \n\n\n\nAnd if u don't admit 2 this it is u who will be surprised",
    "2pac - From Tha G lyrics": "[Production]\n[Verse 1]\nOne time for your mind, uhh\nYo, creepin' rollin in my ole green hoopty\nTrunk quakin' n***as can't take it, b**h sue me\nYou boys don't move me, I blow my green\nI get high while I drive, yea thats my routine\nOn the daily..I go kiss my momma on the cheek\nThrow my nikes on my feet, roll a sweet, and I hit the street\nRest in peace to my cousin, we buried him last week\nHopefully the day they don't put me under the concrete, I peep\nThese n***as reaction when I pa** em\nSmile at a playa, but really they wanna blast em\nReally for no reason, but beefin' is everlastin'\nRather walk up and shoot em, then simply walk up and ask em\nHow can we get along? Crackers knowin' its wrong\n1 deceased, 1 in jail, 2 n***as with 1 stone\nThis the type of sh** we face in this place that I call home\nSome n***as just gettin' by, some n***as is gettin' known\n[Hook]\nAnd I ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nMid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be\nI let a motherf**er know I'm from the...G\nSo I ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEast to the West worldwide, or wherever I be\nI let a motherf**er know I'm from the...G\n[Verse 2]\nYup, most n***as from the G ain't one hundred\nGet in the mix with a b**h n***a, you'll learn from it\nI done seen n***as get burn from it and locked down\nI only f** with certain n***as when I come around\nBig Rock, Fingeroll, Hit, them my n***as\nWilly picked up the liquor, J.P. done rolled up the swisha\nE-Dub and Ironwood, D-Edge and Ivoe\nDerett, Turtle Banxx, my n***as from Chicago\nAnd all the hoes I know, you know I got love for yea\nHard dick, hard liquor could k** up a blood for yea\nHoes sneaky they be creepin', like leeches...they blood s**as \n\n\n\nf** with me cause Freddie Gibbs ain't your typical motherf**er\n(Nahh)I'm way to cool to be a fool for a broad\nCause b**h I'd rather hit the mall with my motherf**in' dawgz\nI cut a lot of motherf**ers off though\nNow they got my dick in they mouth, f** what you thought ho\n[Hook]\nAnd I ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nMid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be\nI let a motherf**er know I'm from the...G\nSo I ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEast to the West worldwide, or wherever I be\nI let a motherf**er know I'm from the...G\n[Verse 3]\nBaby I been blowin' k** in different area codes\nSouthern Cali, Southern Texas, and Southern Florida hoes\nPut my b**h up in the tiki, but n***a hot in the cold\nSummertime to the winter these n***as dump and reload\nBustin' until they hit it, plenty wigs get splitted\nIn a city full of crooked polices and politicians\nI be all in different parts of the country, different adventures\nBut I never could forget about 17th and Virginia\nLand of lost hope, clouds of mill smoke\nCommunity devoured by hard, and soft dope\nAddicts they can't cope, Vice Lords and Folks\nEvery man for himself these n***as is cuttthroat\nI flow coast to coast where the Gs' be at\nNothin' but pride in my city and I bleed for that\nI love Gary, Indiana like weed and yack\nEven if they don't love me back, I'm gettin' scratch\n[Hook]\nSo I ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nMid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be\nI let a motherf**er know I'm from the...G\nSo I ain't got time for b**hes\nGotta keep my mind on my motherf**in' riches\nEast to the West worldwide, or wherever I be\nI let a motherf**er know I'm from the...G\nYupp",
    "2pac - From the East to West lyrics": "[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]\nYeah, yeah\nEastside baby face, beige delta eighty-eight, forty with four k**ers strap the k's bout to k the place\nGot that demonstration geekers basing on this paper chase\nI'm busting back at the police b**h I ain't got a day to waste\nIn the courtroom of the jail house\nAnd if I bail out then it's back to whip and I scale out\nSo if you see a n***a pushing packs then I guarantee he be packing\nIt's a jungle in the G it's like national geographic\nSome n***as will see me rapping and automatically hate\nThen it's shotgun when they brothers and sisters knocking my tape\nn***as got they noodles knocked in the parking lot knocking ba**\nNow the police trying to knock down my door and lock me away\nI'm like hey it's another day I just played it cool and relax\nFreddie showing n***as love don't throw no tax on the sax Freddie\nOld school never write my raps in the blackberry\nEverything I do is straight dirty and sanitary\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nDeliver the bomb sh** from the East to West\nFrom the East to West\nFrom the East to West\nI inhale strong weed then release the stress\nThen release the stress\nThen release the stress\n(x2) \n\n\n\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nDeliver the bomb sh**\nb**hes a-plenty, sipping my gla** full of Henny\nAs-a my semi-automatic, k**s for pennies\nApproach for contact\nCoz I'm live I multiply\nSoon as I open fire, n***as die with open eyes\nScared to take a nap, it's a trap\nAnd long mays dreaming of getting stacks\nMake a scratch, the wrong way\nWhat's y'all say, we murder motherf**ers\nBlack out, blow the track out\nMy lyrics never fail me\nI inhale strong weed, then release the stress\nDeliver the bomb sh**, from the East to West\nLike, yeah yeah, n***as pull out, when I say so\nBallistic popping motherf**ers co*king is fatal\nFish**ly, I delete then flee\nThe art of war, live a s**er free, get with me\nn***a just, don't, go, to sleep\nDon't, go, to sleep\n[Hook]\n[Break]\n(I'm just focussing on changing the world, whatever I can do to achieve more and to be better a person, to make more money, and to get myself to a position in this business where I don't have to take as many orders and I can give a few, and I can give back, that's what I'm trying to do. I'm setting out one long yellow and black mail with the stack against me against the world)\n[Hook]",
    "2pac - Gaffled Like that lyrics": "[Intro]\n[Richie Rich]\nYou ready Gov?\n[The Govenor]\nYeah\n[Richie Rich]\nDon't let them n***as gaffled\n[The Govenor]\nNaaw\n[Richie Rich]\nHehe, run that sh**\n[Verse 1: The Govenor]\nYeah b**hes, thanks to get worse\nSo meet 2Pac and Rich , each to go worse\nTo let ya know there how it really feel\nAnd that these b**hes can't fence with them river peals\nI got news for ya baby\nTimes to getting shady (she crazy)\nThinking you can fade me\nYou're running games\nAnd I know what's happening\nPunk b**hez you're all about gaffle\n[Richie Rich]\nFor the gov got ticked for a long ride (uh)\n[Verse 2: The Govenor]\nYeah n***a and jacked by the homicide\nNo joke, but the girl weren't flinchin (why's that?)\nPlead the fith, when they begin the mission\nA young buck got smoked in a east\nAnd there was rumors me and him had beef, say what?\nI jumped back a few steps\nI had a car pull me due to The House Reps\nYour choke man is on\nThe piggies got me jacked in these brogues in this telephone\nSo don't say too much\nI'm on the alias\nBut I'ma be in touched (cool)\nBurst out on a bail tip\nBack on the streets with my homies, fittin to kick it\nI shoulda told 'em it was the Gov\nAnd with The House Rip I would got much love\nAnd it's an absolute fact\nI never got gaffled like that (like that)\n[2Pac]\nDamn!\n(Yeah) ima speak on this punk b**hes though\n[Richie Rich]\nYo Pac, gonna run that sh**, yaknowImsayin'?\n[2Pac]\nYo gov\n[The Govenor]\nWhat's up, man\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nI never got gaffled like that\nIn fact I stay strapped\nWhen n***as try to jack\nI caps back\nThe 9 Millimeter on the punk b**h\nThey don't want no f** Rich\nDon't make me pop a f**ing drunk b**h (heeeey)\nTo these punk police\nThey don't know me\nYou're f**ing with the Oakland OG\nAnd yo it's true I wasn't raised here\nBut rhyme pays, so now a n***a stays here (like that)\nAnd what about these b**hez on the bozak\nHeard him makin' dough, so you know where the hoes at\nThey all know the n***a'z nuts\nNow tell me who's the biggest s*ut\nCome take a sip, and let a n***a f**\nAnd to these b**hes that be swearing they seeing me\nHit the Hennessy\nNow she's g ing me \n\n\n\nI flip her a** like a flapjack\nAnd she never got gaffled like that (like teflon)\n[2Pac]\nAnd I means that sh** yo\n(Young Gov from the Oaky Oakland, ya'know?)\nYo Rich\n(like that)\n[Verse 4: Richie Rich]\nYoung n***as out to jack for a livin'\nThey thought they called the double slippin'\nI'm right and tight on Thanksgiving\nI'm in my set to drop your cutla** on GOLDS\nHorns with a white topand\nI watch them busterz f**ing use it\nSince I'm to the head I guess they that think that they can use me\nBut let me tell you what's real there\nI stay strapped with my gap even when I'm in a fil mo\nI'm trying to get my eats on\nIt's Thanksgiving and my cousin said he had a fat feast on\nI'm picking seeds out my back dope\nI got some broke-a**-n***as trying to jack me from my gold ...\nI'm going out to fund what\nSideways to the next life\nn***a on the one way\nAnd going in the wrong direction\nTime to cut the Glock, cause yo that's my protection (right)\nBut it won't even that deep\nI got ghost on the marks and a frisco pd\n5 n***as in the L.T.D. trying to jack\nI never got gaffled like that (Heard that dog)\nYouknowI'msayin'? (Yeah!)\nStraight salad? for '92\n(right)\n[Verse 5: The Govenor]\nI never got gaffled by a hoe\nSince I'm the one so close\nI'm riding b**hes like bows\nThey govern me yet\nThat I move on a b**h real quick\nSo young hoes peep this\nb**hes like you get steam row, mucked up\nBeat down and slapped with the mobile phone\nStraight dick cause I'm short on the bubble gum\nYoung knuckle head b**h if you troublesome\nTrying to put a n***a head on the chopping block\nTelling me to come to get the cuts, say what?\nI had to take this from yo, yo\nb**h no you can play with the yoyo\nTrying to send a n***a out to get hisself a nickname\nHe getting slapped with the big thang\nI'm the G to the O to the V\nThe co*k was cool but now the game ain't that deep\nAnd this how I'ma end the track\nI never got gaffled like that\n[Outro: The Govenor]\nYeah, send this out to my partner Young D\nCouldn't be able to make this thang\nWhat's up B-Baby?\nWhat's up lou\nI'm in a hoe for '92\nBig Gov's stompin\nThat's it....",
    "2pac - Gangsta Rap lyrics": "[Verse 1 - Scarface]\nNow flip with a n***a, as we dip through the Dirty\nFour-tops, spin out and bent up to thirty\nI only ride for homies, cause hoes ain't worthy\nNever put a b**h before your road doggs, ya heard me?\nPlus, we do sh** other rappers can't feel\nLike, hangin' in the same spots we hung out for the deal\nFor real, the ghetto ain't a pop song, Cutty\nThe ghetto bodies get up, get out, and get nutty\nAnd fool, do it 'til the d**h if you have to\nJust get the f** up off the cuts, 'fore they grab you\nAnd have you doin' penitentary time\nGot these rap cats thinkin', if they sh** to lift rhymes\nIf you ain't in the streets, then n***a\nStick to the balance, or get caught up\nTossed up in this b**h, like a salad\nDedicated to my n***as out here stuck in the trap\nI deliver it just like I live it, it ain't rap\nTrust me\nThis is really that gangsta boggie (2 times)\nThat gangsta (4 times)\n[Hook]\nThis is for the ballers\nGangsta rap!\nWhat all the hoes love\nGangsta rap!\nWhat you hop your 6-4 to?\nGangsta rap!\nYou can do what you want to\nGangsta rap!\nYeah, this is for the ballers\nGangsta rap!\nWhat all the hoes love\nGangsta rap!\nWhat you hop your 6-4 to?\nGangsta rap!\nYou can do what you want to\nGangsta rap!\n[Verse 2 - Crooked I]\nWhat did you fall in the spot?\nYou could say that they callin' a cop\nI'm robbin' n***as, whether they ballin' or not\nThe Steven Segal of the block\nClock you with a pool ball in a sock \n\n\n\nPop you and crawl off in a drop\nDodger hatted-up\nI'm fly as a shot when it hovers\nA mix between Morpheous and Matrix\nIn rocket in colors\nTell me, can I...\nRip 'em up? This a jack\nKeep them hands high\nStick 'em up\nNo Metropolis, stoppin' this apocalypse\nYou couldn't see this novelist\nWith positive and optimistic results from an optometrist\nG sh**, that we dreeze, ah!\nI'm in that L (dot) B (dot) C (dot) G (spot)\nAnd we's, domes like two head soldiers\nI'm ghetto enough to go platinum on bootleg versions, uh-huh!\nStrapped, jumpin' outta the caravan\nKids turn the channel, now I'm finna smoke the camera man\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3 - Treach]\nI got a question, what's the question?\n\"What is gangsta rap?\"\nIs it gangsta n***as that's rappin'?\nOr rappin' n***as that act?\nI'll tell you what, gangsta rap ain't even force\nIt ain't bangin' on wax\nWith dirty backs\nGettin' slapped at The Source\nHmmph, comin' in with your toes pointed out\nRunnin' quicker than the b**hes and the hoes runnin' out\nDon't be p**y and shoot my kids\nThe set trip, next sh**\nAnd don't make it out to be East & West sh**\nI'll trigger Treach it then bless it\nManhandle the message\nDouble my records, d**h Row the best sh**\nIlltown, L.A.!\nYou late then pay\nStill doesn't weigh\nYou're laid out the same day\nThis is really that gangsta boggie (2 times)\nThat gangsta (4 times)\n[Hook x2]",
    "2pac - Gangsta Team lyrics": "[Havoc the Mouthpiece]\nYo Russell Simmons\nThis is your commander in chief of your West Coast operations\nHavoc the Mouthpiece\nMy orders are to a**emble a team\nOf 6 of the West Coast's dopest rappers\nI have chosen Prodeje, Havikk the Rhime Son, Spice motherf**in 1\n2Pac, Eiht from Compton's Most Wanted, and Ice-T\nSo let the gangsta team begin\n[Havikk the Rhime Son]\nGnaw on a dick motherf**er cuz I'm a rip a gangsta skit\nAnd blow your motherf**in a** into anincrement\nI rip 'em vertical diagonal I mean f**ed up\nShow that a** and I'm a physically tear it up\nAnother G witha Glock givin a f** about a cop\nI do my talkin with a 12-gauge buckshot\nLike Spice 1 I'm just a giggity-giggity gangsta\nAnd keepin a motherf**in slug up in the chamber\n+I Don't Give a f**+ like 2Pac\nI get a f**in thrill when I see a cop drop\nSqueeze yo motherf**in neck and snatch your head off your shoulders\nPeel ya cap read your brain like the devil boy I told ya\nMake a move for your gat and I'mma split your f**in back\n6 ways with a mack Havoc's in a mood to put a dick in the dirt\nJeffrey Dahmer gets no love cuz I'm the murder 1 expert\nYou couldn't deal with the real sh** so you got a** whipped\nf**in with a lunatic b**h West Coast on a wreck\nSo motherf** the mainstream you tuned in to the gangsta team\n[Prodeje]\nI broke it down for the gangsta flex\nSnappin necks as I wreck from the gangsta teks\nYou gets no love you get a 9 in your a**hole\nDroppin it in the back the f**in n***as with a damn pole\nAnd that n***a Prod he's a gangsta I know the game bro\nAnd I could be a f**in murderer the hot shells melt yo a** G\nAnd the Tales From the Crypt grabs yo a** like a movie\nYou got f**ed up n***a when you f**ed up\nThe brain splat on the floor like some damn nuts\nWest Coast they hoo-ride on your a** if you fast\nYou will still get mortified members only motherf** the phony\nI give your a** the blues like Tony! Toni! Ton\u00e9!\nRegulate in the 9-tre n***a this is payday\nComin from the mists with an A-K\nO.G. stand no G. n***a from the S.C\nWith a Glock in my hood it don't stop til a n***a drop\nI don't drop but I bust hot slugs from a drop top\n[Havoc the Mouthpiece]\nYeah Rhyme Son and Prodeje\nThat's the way to show motherf**ers\nHow the gangsta team is runnin sh**\nNow it's time for the rest of you motherf**in gangstas\nTo show 'em how we livin\n[2Pac]\nNow I'm losin it cuz my brother died\nLookin down the barrel of a 9 from the other side\nNever really did recover from the episode\nFinger on the motherf**in tek ready to let it go boom\nNow these devils really fear me\nI told ya last year n***a holla if ya hear me\nAnd one-time can't f** with my 4-5\nDo or die stay high til I motherf**in die\nCop-k**as k**in cops much props you gets love\nFrom the motherf**in thug n***as on the block\nSwingin hard as a motherf**in barbell\nDoin it for my n***as in the S.C. Cartel\nRun up on me n***a and I'm blastin ya you\nCan't f** with the West Coast ma**acre\n[Ice-T]\nCheck check microphone check who's next\nThe Cartel's in the house breakin fools necks\nAnd I'm the motherf**in cop k**a\nNow on y'all when I used to pimp them hoes they called me Ice Gorilla\nMotherf**er it's on and you should've known \n\n\n\nI don't give a f** about ya from word say yo\nI don't give a f** about much no more\nYou might catch Ice robbin liquor stores\nBefore I stop checkin a bank packin a shank\nOeelin back busters to maintain my street rank\nDown with the Cartel and 2Pac the pigs\nWant a n***a with a scope on a rooftop\nPunk motherf** 'em they better duck 'em\nWhen I'm out to k** I'm quick to buck buck 'em\nBailin with the Eiht from C.M.W. my n***a Spice 1\nIs causin trouble too yeah so how you wanna fight\nWe can either straight scrap or bust caps all night\nOn and on I broke dawn and I'm on to stop to these G's\nAnd we'll motherf**in break you heart clean\nYou can't f** with the gangsta team\n[MC Eiht]\nI goes one for my n***as bow here come the n***a\nFools get pushed to the street cuz I'm in too deep\nI'm buckin 'em down as they fall I laugh\nAnd I'm stealin babies fresh out the twat\nSo the gangsta's pow just call me the big black wolf\nSnappin motherf**ers from the top of my roof\nNo need for help cuz Eiht'll do the hangin down\nWith the gang so let me start bangin n***as don't f** around\nSo don't be a fool get popped 8 times with the two\nAnd thats the way we chillin I let my n***a Ice do the f**in cop k**in\nI gang bang with the slang from the hub G\nI'm k**in 'em off taken 'em down you'll be R.I.P\nIguess that's the way your silly a** where you gets\nSorry clown needs to stay the f** down with that bullsh**\nI'll mack that a** take your cash\nAnd no sleepinn when I do my creepin on the bozos fast\nGeyeah n***a fool don't scheme\nDown with the motherf**in gangsta team\n[Spice 1]\nNow I'm bout to pull the motherf**in trigger\nComin at 'em with no love is the y uh young n***a\nDrinki red rum cuz I'm 187 proof\nI'll k** these coppers with my mask on f** 'em gets my blast on\nn***a offin motherf**ers like a faucet\nMop they a** like some water it's the motherf**in slaughter\nG bloody Glock in my lap as I creep\nWith the dead motherf**er in the pa**enger seat\nMurder fact with the murder squad k** 'em\nAnd I rob its a murder job n***a so let the caps keep peelin\nOn they a** say murder show at 12\nAnd n***a don't be late cuz me and Pac got yo back\nIf the homies call ratta-a-tit-ta-tat\nQuick to f** 'em up y'all South Central motherf**in Cartel\nn***as bail when we mob like we outta hell\nI'm causin havoc cuz my n***a Havoc said it's on so\nI'm a buck ema nd I'm a f** 'em with the shiny chrome\nk** cop me love cop k** me strangle say me strong\nFor the motherf**in thrill bu*ta-a-bye-bye\nG nut nuttin nut but the f** got my D.J\nExtra large with the neener to ya nuts\nMotherf**er O.G. like Ice T. peep warning\nMotherf**ing Body Count 6 In The Morning\nThe gangsta team\n[Havoc the Mouthpiece]\nYeah I got to give it up that was a job well motherf**in done\nYou motherf**ers came out and showed 'em how we do it\nOn the motherf**in West Coast with the gangsta sh**\nLet 'em know how we doin it G. Mutha f**in nut\n[G-Nut-]\nIt's G-Nut from the 1-8-seneven and I'm still in ghetto heaven\n[Havoc the Mouthpiece]\nYeah so motherf**in Russell Simmons that's how we doin this sh**\nOn the West Coast so um watch out for the gangsta team\n1-80-7 thousand G..G..G..G..G.......",
    "2pac - Gangsta'd Out lyrics": "[Intro]\nWelcome... Detroit, Michigan\nWe're here at the national Ku Klux Klan Rally\nToday we're gonna welcome one of our newest members\nHis name's Eminem\nHis clan name's gon' be Marshall Mathers\nHeh, he, ha, I like it\nAnyways, ugh... Now the honorable grand dragon is gonna be presidin'\nLookey here, boy, from now on you're gon' be a n***a lover, boy\nSmile, you're gonna be a God-damned rap star\nYou're gon' get off your a**, and get on your Trojan, boy\nAnd you gon' sell more records than them n******gs ever will!\nYou hear me?\nYou gon' get with Dr. Gay\nN, W... with a dick is his mouth\nN, W, AIDS... I don't give a sh**\nYou gon' hustle your a** off, boy\nCause when they kissin' your a**, they kissin' the Klan's a**\nAnd when they s**in' YO dick, they s**in' Hitler's dick\nJust remember one thing, boy...\nEvery God-damned dollar you make\nWell, that's just another dollar for the Klan\n[Music Starts]\n(Intro)\nWhat?!\nMy n***a Vic rest in peace, my n***a (rest in peace, Vic)\nYeah... Much love, n***a (much love)\nYou know there's no love, n***a\n(f**in' haters.. ain't no love for no haters)\nYeah... My n***as incarcerated\n(all of my n***as incarcerated, keep yo head up)\nYo, yo, yo, yo, K-9...\nSince it's your moment to shine on this motherf**in' record\nWhy don't you show them how we keep it out West?\n[Hook]\nGangsta'd out\nFor all my riders in the streets\nWe gangsta'd out\nStill haulin' after police\nWe Gangsta'd out\nYou n***as know what we about\nWe gangsta'd out\nWe keep it gangsta'd out\nGangsta'd out\nTo all my n***as C-walkin'\nWe gangsta'd out\nTo all my n***as B-walkin'\nWe're gangsta'd out\nYou n***as know what we about\nWe gangsta'd out\nWe keep it gangsta'd out\n(Verse 1)\nSmoke one for me if tomorrow never happens\nCause I'll probably go out blazin', in a gun fight\nCause I only got one life (sup, n***a?!)\nAnd I'ma do what I choose, to live it\nMash, murder for cash\nAnd pray to God this ain't our last\nDays on earth (my... n***a)\nYou's a b**h for what she worth, and split\nYou see our cats represent\nIf you a mack, let's get bent, n***a\nPull out our pot on the corner\nFor all my doggs in a coma\nWho died in California\nFrom Inglewood to Watts (woo! woo!) From L.A. to the Bay\nPacoima and San Bernardino, Latinos and Filipinos \n\n\n\nPuerto Rican hotties, lovin them big bodies\nEscalate trucks... tearin' the turf up at rallies where we meet up\nSo roll the weed up (what up, n***a?)\nParkin' lot packed, and polishin' acts\nQ 45's, if finished, my n***as sent us to win it\nLike gold bend it, scrilla we spend it\nCash, Yola, the game ain't over\nHold up, soldier\n[Hook]\n[Verse 2]\nFirst ones to gaffle 6-4 cut, sag the khakis on creases (yeah)\nBrought the gangster to the rap game, and tore that sh** to pieces (ugh)\nFirst to rock the ace deuce, with the matches 'round the rim\nThe diamond in the middle, first to pend a 'hood film\nLabeled The Menace to Society, my Boys up In the Hood\nGangsta rap starts, first to f** with Hollywood, yeah\nIt's k**a Cali, the gangsta rap capitol\nAnd rollin' through my 'hood, boy, you better duck for the shrapnel\nTrue gangsta n***as... And boy, they quick to k** ya (ba!)\nLay that a** out, you backin' out?Yeah, I feel ya (uh-huh)\nWe keep it hard, ain't no cuts up in our 'brow\nYeah, he's alright, but, um... He dies now (whew!)\nThe gangsta motto... Two n***as hard to follow\nChoke that a** out, like your girl before she swallow\nWon't ever stop\nThese n***as you love to hate, true...\nGangsta riders, livin' in the... gangsta state(what...)\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nWhen they pronounced that the war was over\nI sparked a Vega filled with Dosia\nAnxious to pop, thinkin' of 'Pac\nWhy did nobody drop?\nWho got it locked?\nIn Y Cal... California took a bow\nNow New York turnin' the game with our style\nL.A. confidential, thugs... Vibin' over instrumentals\nReally ain't raw, just represent on what they saw\nCasualties shook the industry\nAssa**ination of Biggie and 'Pac\nKhadafi and Stretch, got rappers tottin' Techs, up the side\nMakaveli, your riders scared to ride!\nThe realest done died\nRepresentin'... Ghetto politic\nAnd the last Don, lock up the game\nSaw up this coast, fresh out on bail, promotin' d**h Row\n[?] your record sales, around the World without a tour\nPushin' Peruvian flight\nCan't wait to spark a flame in Blaze\nBlaze Magazine... for underatin' 'Pac\nPull out some Henn for Khadafi and Eazy\nEternally... We thuggin' in peace\nf** the peace!\n[Hook]2x",
    "2pac - Gangsta's Paradise (Nick T Remix) lyrics": "[Verse 1: Coolio]\nAs I walk through the valley of the shadow of d**h\nI take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left\nCause I've been blasting and laughing so long\nThat even my mama thinks that my mind is gone\nBut I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it\nMe be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of\nYou better watch how you're talking and where you're walking\nOr you and your homies might be lined in chalk\nI really hate to trip but I gotta loc\nAs they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool\nI'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like\nOn my knees in the night saying prayers in the streetlight\n[Hook 1: L.V.]\nBeen spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise\nBeen spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise\nKeep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise\nKeep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nNow I've got task on a n***a's a**\nTell me will they blast me\nI think of an alias in case these crooked b**hes ask me, now\nIt's gettin crazy after dark\nThese narcs be like trying to shut me down but I'm too smart\nNow picture me scared of the penitentiary\nI've been moving these things since the days of elementary\nNow tell me what ya need when ya see me\nI'm stacking Gs buying all the things on TV, believe me\nI got some k**ers on my payroll and they know\nWhen it's time to handle business n***a lay low\nAlthough I'm young I'm still coming up\nI'm gettin paid pulling razors on n***as when they running up\nThe first to pull the strap when theres drama\nBuster you ain't heard?\nI been slicing motherf**ers since I lost my mama \n\n\n\nThere ain't a cop that can stop me\nMy posse is co*ky and they don't wait until they drop me\nI'm loyal to the game\n[Hook 1]\n[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]\nTo my n***a Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block\nGot the heaters co*ked, cause I know the s**ers on the block\nHennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy\nn***a stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me?\nThey say the game ain't what it use to be no mo'\nUsed to be a G, but now he just a ho\nRunnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names\nYou f**in' up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a diry shame\nI ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' out\nYa'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different route\nNow, makin' money, havin' clout, what's what it's all about\nTwenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house\nNow they call me Snoopy Trump\nI keep my heater close, cause I love to bust\nNow hat's a stain on a n***a, I bang on a n***a\nKick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young n***a; I'm livin' the life!\n[Hook 1]\n[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]\nIn mansion and Benz's\nGivin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous\nTremendous cream, f** a dollar and a dream (whaat)\nStill tote gats strapped with infrared beams\nChoppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo's\nMoney hoes and clothes all a n***a knows\nA foolish pleasure, whatever\nI had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure\nHowever living better now, Gucci sweater now\nDrop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend\n[Hook 1]\n[Hook 2: LV] (x2)\nTell me why are we\nSo blind to see\nThat the ones we hurt\nAre you and me",
    "2pac - Gangster Party lyrics": "Up outta there\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\n(Turn that sh** up, G)\nOh sh**, you done f**ed up now\nYou done just put to of Americas most wanted\nIn the same mothaf**in' place at the same mothaf**in' time\nY'all n***az 'bout to feel this, break out the champagne gla**es\nAnd the mothaf**in' condoms, have one on us aiight?\nPicture perfect, I paint a perfect picture\nBomb the hoochies wit' precision my intentions to get richer\nWith the S N Double O P Dogg my f**in' homey\nYou's a cold a** n***a on them hogs\nSho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun\n'Cuz they got me on the run\nNow I'm back in the court room\nWaitin' on the outcome\nFree 2pac is all that's on that n***a's mind\nBut at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine\nSo Ima' get smart and get defensive and sh**\nAnd put together 'million march for some gangsta sh**\nSo now they got us laced, 2 multi-millionaire\nMothaf**as catchin' cases, b**hes get ready\nFor the throw down, the sh**'s about to go down\nMe and Snoop about to clown\nI'm losin' my religion, I vicious on these stool pigeons\nYa might be deep in the game but cha got the rules missin'\nn***as be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage\nI got nothin' but love for my n***as livin' lavish\nI got a pit named P, she n***arino\nI got a house on the hills, right next to Chino\nAnd I think I got a black Beamer\nBut my dream is to own a fly Casino\nLike Bugsy Seagal and do it all illegal\nAnd get scooped up by the lil' homie in the Regal\nIt feels good to you, baby bubba\nYou see ya' vicious for the G's and the keys, mothaf**a\nNow holla as we ride, mothaf** the rest 2\nOf the best from the west side\nAnd I can make you famous, n***az\nBeen dyin' for years so how can they blame us?\nI live in fear of a felony, I never stop bailin'\nThese mothaf**in' G's if you got it\nBetter flaunt it, another warrant\n2 of America's most wanted\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nNothin' but a gangter party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party \n\n\n\nNothin' but a gangster party\nIt ain't nothin' but a mothaf**in' gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nNothin' but a gangster party\nIt ain't nothin' but a mothaf**in' gangster party\nNow give me 50 feet, the fleet is not my destiny\nRelease me to the streets and keep whatever's left of me\nJealousy is misery, suffering is grief, ya better be prepared\nWhen you cowards f** with me\n(How does it feel?)\nThese n***as must be crazy word\nThere ain't no mercy motherf**ers\nYou can't fade the thug\n(Right)\nYou thought it was but it wasn't now disappear\nBow down in the presence of a boss, playa\nIt's like 'cuz blood g**nin', everybody in the party\nDoing dope slangin', ya got to have papers in this world\nYa might get yo' first snatch before your eyez swirl\nYa doin' ya job everyday, and then you work so hard\nTil' your hair turn gray, let me tell you 'bout life and the way it is\nYou see we live by the gun so we die by the gun's kids\nYou tell me not to roll with my glock\nMow I got to get away, floatin' in the black Benz\n(b*atch)\nTryin' to do sh** today\nThey wonder how I live with 5 shots\nn***as is hard to k** on my block\nScheme for policy and dope related, affiliated\nWith tha hustlas so we made it, no askin' questions\nI'm trying to get upon it, my n***a Dog, eternally the most wanted\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nNothin' but a gangter party\nIt ain't nothin' but a mothaf**in' gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nNothin' but a gangster party\nIt ain't nothin' but a mothaf**in' gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nNothin' but a gangsta party\nIt ain't nothin' but a mothaf**in' gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nNothin' but a gangster party\nIt ain't nothin' but a mothaf**in' gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party, b*atch\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party\nAin't nuthin' but a gangster party, d**h row",
    "2pac - Gangsters Paradise Remix lyrics": "Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness\nI robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness\nWonder if they'll catch me, or will this n***a snitch\nShould I shoot his b**h, or make the n***a rich?\nDon't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped\nHawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back\nI'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this sh** to win it\nCause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it\nGot no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me\nToo f**in trigger happy, to let them s**ers snatch me\nn***az gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash\nWhip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your a**\nPeter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk\nSnatched him like a b**h, and threw him in the trunk\nThe punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice\nBefore I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics\nI listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane\nI guess the little, mites had finally found his brain\nNew Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen\nRemember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend\nIt's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers\nAnd f** five-oh, blaow blaow.\nDear mama, they sentenced me to d**h\nToday's my final day, I'm countin every breath\nI'm bitter cause I'm dyin, so much I haven't seen\nI know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16\nI got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a sh**\nAnd they too quick to say goodbye to me\nThey tell me the preacher's there for me\nHe's a crook with a book, that motherf**er never cared for me\nHe's only here to be sure\nI don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin \n\n\n\non the poor, and how can these people judge me?\nThey ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me\nI never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan\nto keep a n***a in the state pen\nAnd to my homies out buryin motherf**ers\nSteer clear of these Aryan motherf**ers\nCause once they got you locked up\nThey got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot up\nI'm convinced self-defense is the way\nPlease, stay strapped, pack a gat every day\nI wish I woulda known while I was out there\nNow I'm straight headin for the chair.\nDear mama, these cops don't understand me\nI turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family\nMy uncle used to touch me, I never told you that\nScared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back\nI kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger\nI'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger\nThe brother in my cell, is 16 as well\nIt's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell\nI shouldn'ta let him catch me\nInstead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy\nAnd my cellmate's raped on the norm\nAnd pa**ed around the dorm, you can hear his a**hole gettin torn\nThey made me an animal\nCan't sleep, instead of countin sheep, n***az countin cannibals\nAnd that's how it is in the pen\nTurn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend\nMy mama prayed for me\nTell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)\nCause when they come for me they find a struggler\nTo the d**h I take the breath from your jugular\nThe trick is to never lose hope\nI found my buddy hangin dead from a rope.",
    "2pac - Genesis lyrics": "First there was nothing\nNot even the faint echo of a song\nLoneliness was daily for me\nuntil you came along\nThere was a gleam of stars in your eyes\nI thought I'd never feel this way again\nBut you were the one to reach into my heart\nAnd find in me a Friend \n\n\n\nI could not ignore the magnetism\nthat I felt when you were near\nAnd any problems plaguing my mind\nwould suddenly disappear\nIt was the rebirth of my heart\nThe day you became my friend\nBecause I knew from the moment\nI held you that I would find love again",
    "2pac - Genesis (The Rebirth of My Heart): Dedicated 2 Renee Ross lyrics": "First there was nothing\nNot even the Faint echo of a song\nLoneliness was daily 4 me\nuntil u came along\nThere was a gleam of STARS in your eyes\nI thought I'd never feel this way again\nBut u were the one 2 reach into my heart\nAnd find in me a Friend \n\n\n\nI could not ignore the magnetism\nthat I felt when u were near\nAnd any problems plaguing my mind\nwould suddenly disappear\nIt was the rebirth of my heart\nThe day u became my friend\nBecause I knew from the moment\nI held u that I would find love again",
    "2pac - Get Worried lyrics": "[2Pac]\nYou don't have to worry you can ride with me now\nn***as are quick to scream how they die for me now\nOnly got one click, we Outlawz on the Row\nFair exchange when we f** them hoes\nLet the punks know\n[Verse 1: Yaki Kadafi]\nGuess it's this felonies hobby\nThat got me here thinking robbery\nDay to day all year long\nTeflon protects my body\nIt's such unimportant in this criminal cartel\nI'm caught in\nSupportin' me\nSo in these streets of hockey\nI play the goalie\nSecrets to war licks, and score sh** shared\nBetween clients and homies\nRemember what Pacino told me\nBefore he past\nWatch them clowns with them crocodile smiles\nCause they phoney\nI get that cash, stay lonely\nAnd I'm on point like a thorn\nAnd it's survival of the strong\nLivin' outside the laws of this crooked world\nI was born touched\n[Chorus: 2Pac](x2)\nYoung n***as in the wild life\nCriminal mind of a juvenile still livin child life\nThinking he can make his pay\nToo in a rush, n***as better slow down\nCause you can be touched\n[Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi]\nI'm on a twelve o'clock cruise to Brooklyn\nAnd I'm lookin' for the third\nLet's see no barrel ready to get his life tookin \n\n\n\nSo where yo k**as at and fetti\nTrick don't test me to leave yo coward a** stripped\nAnd a full clip empty in yo stomach\nChoosin all\nYeah n***a runnin'\nPoppin' all you cowards that be jockin' a n***a behind you\nYou done just about made it on impossible to escape\nAnother emergency visit to the hospital\nI can't wait to meet up with all you b**hes in the streets\nSo I can leave all you cowards bleedin in yo f**in'seats\nWhen we hit 'em up\n[Chorus: 2Pac](x2)\nYoung n***as in the wild life\nCriminal mind of a juvenile still livin child life\nThinking he can make his pay\nToo in a rush, n***as better slow down\nCause you can be touched\n[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]\nI bring the lingo to the click\nTasty like a Pringle\nSneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle\nOn some sh**\nGet me free to let my ice click\nKa-pling, ka-plow\nI been a thug shootin slugs since a child\nAnd still wild\n[2Pac]\nYou don't have to worry you can ride with me now\nn***as are quick to scream how they die for me now\nOnly got one click, we Outlawz on the Row\nFair exchange when we f** them hoes",
    "2pac - Ghetto (remix) lyrics": "[Hook : Akon]\nGhetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin\n[Verse 1 : BIG]\nI know how it feel to wake up f**ed up\nPockets broke as hell, another rock to sell\nPeople look at you like youse the user\nSelling d** to all the losers, mad buddha abuser\nBut they don't know about your stress-filled day\nBaby on the way mad bills to pay\nThat's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce\nAnd wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, sssh**\nI remember I was just like you\nSmokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's\nCause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G\nI had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me\nShe was forced to kick me out, no doubt\nThen I figured out licks went for twenty down South\nPacked up my tools for my raw power move\nGlock nineteen for casket and flower moves\nFor chumps tryin to stop my flow\nAnd what they don't know will show on the autopsy\nWent to see Papi, to cop me a brick\nAsked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it\nSmoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in court\nFor an a**ault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York\nCatch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man\nYou better have your gat in hand, cause man\n(you betta have your gat in hand cause man)\n[Hook : Akon]\nGhetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin\n[Verse 2 : 2Pac]\nOur lifestyles be close captioned\nAddicted to fatal attractions\nPictures of actions be played back\nIn the midst of mashin'\nNo fairy tales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales\nHustlin' and heart be a n***a culture or the\nRepercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures\nSellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and b**hes\nWishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures\nWhy shed tears? Save your sympathy \n\n\n\nMy childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary\nHere's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe\nIf you believe then you can achieve\nJust look at me\nAgainst all odds, though life is hard we carry on\nLivin' in the projects, broke with no lights on\nTo all the seeds that follow me\nProtect your essence\nBorn with less, but you still precious\n[Hook : Akon]\nGhetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin\n[Verse 3 : Akon]\nGun shots every night in the (ghetto)\nCrooked cops on sight in the (ghetto)\nEvery day is a fight in the (ghetto)\n(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)\nGot kids to feed in the (ghetto)\nSelling coke and weed in the (ghetto)\nEvery day somebody bleed in the (ghetto)\n(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)\n[Verse 4 : BIG]\nI had the master plan\nI'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland\nWith my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects\nThey call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs\nAnd when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's next?\nAt last, I'm literally loungin black\nSittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks\nSee who got smoked, what rumors was spread\nLast I heard I was dead\n[Hook 2 : Akon]\nGhetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin\nCause thats the life when your\nLiving in the (ghetto) oh\nEating in the (ghetto) or\nSleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto)\nThats the life when ur\nLiving in the (ghetto)oh\nEating in the (ghetto) or\nSleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)\n[Outro : BIG]\n(talking) It's a funny thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac\nAnd i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a strong dude\nYo i kno him we two individual people we waged a coastal\nBeef but even tho we were going thru our drama i would\nNever wish d**h on nobody cuz there ain't no comin back",
    "2pac - Ghetto Angels lyrics": "Samples:\n2Pac, \"I Wonder if Heaven Got a Ghetto\" \n\n\n\nThe xx, \"Angels\"",
    "2pac - Ghetto Gospel lyrics": "(feat. Elton John)\nUhh,\nHit them with a lil' ghetto gospel\n[Chorus - Elton John:]\nThose who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)\nI welcome with my hands\nAnd the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold\nAnd peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns\n[2Pac]\nIf I could recollect before my hood days\nI'd sit and reminisce, n***a and bliss on the good days\nI stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em\nThey tested, it was stressed that they under\nIn our days, things changed\nEveryone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange\nAnd for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts\ncause any day they'll push the bu*ton\nand yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothing\nDon't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary\nbut when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly\nthere's no need for you to fear me\nif you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me\nit ain't about black or white, cause we're human\nI hope we see the light before its ruined\nmy ghetto gospel\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus - Elton John]\n[2Pac]\nTell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad\nLiving out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has\nAnd over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy\nGuess she's given birth to a baby\nI don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan\nWe jump into another form of slavery\nEven now I get discouraged\nWonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage\nI refuse to be a role model\nI set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles\nI make mistakes, I learn from everyone\nAnd when its said and done\nI bet this Brotha be a better one\nIf I'm upset, you don't stress\nNever forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet\nI feel his hand on my brain\nWhen I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang\nBut am I less holy\nCause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies\nBefore we find world peace\nWe gotta find peace and end the war on the streets\nMy ghetto gospel\n[Chorus - Elton John]\n[2Pac]\nLord can you hear me speak!!\nTo pay the price of being hell bound...\n",
    "2pac - Ghetto Gospel (Original) lyrics": "[Produced by Deon Evans]\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nIf I could recollect before my hood days\nI'd sit, reminisce in bliss on the good days\nI stop and stare at the younger\nMy heart goes to 'em\nThey tested, it was stressed that they under\nWe never really went through that\nBecause we was born B.C. - you and me before crack\nAnd nowadays things changed\nEveryone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth look strange\nAnd for me it's reverse\nWe left them a world that's cursed and it hurts\nCause any day they'll push the bu*ton\nAnd y'all condemned like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothing\nDon't 'em let me get teary\nThe world looks dreary\nBut when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly\nThere is no need for you to fear me\nIf you take the time to hear me\nMaybe you can learn to cheer me\nIt ain't about black or white cause we're human\nI hope we'll see the light before it's ruined\nMy Ghetto Gospel\n[Hook]\n(woman singing)\nIt's ok, it's ok, it's ok\n(2Pac over chorus)\nYeah, my Ghetto Gospel\n(Man talking)\n(woman singing)\nIt's ok, it's ok, it's ok\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nTell me, do you see that old lady? Ain't it sad?\nLivin' out of bags but she's glad for the little things she has\nAnd over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy, well guess she's givin' birth to a baby!\nI don't trip to let 'em fade me\nFrom outta the frying pan we jump into another form of slavery\nAnd even now I get discouraged\nI wonder if they take it all back will I still keep the courage?\nI refuse to be a role model\nI set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle (yeah)\nI make mistakes but learn from everyone\nAnd when it's said and done\nI bet this brother will be a better one\nIf I upset you, don't stress and never forget that God isn't finished with me yet\nI feel his hand on my brains when I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his thing\nBut am I any less holy?\nI choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies\n(and this is not world peace, we tried and failed) and there is war on the streets! \n\n\n\nMy Ghetto Gospel\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nI remember grandma's hands used to hold me, mold me, I never forget the things she told me\nBrothers' a bu*t and played the big shot, cause you know\nGrannies are the only thing that little Ghetto kids got\nMoms work and papa's buried\nShe dropped me over granny's house\nBless her heart cause she worry\nAnd ghetto grannies are like books, we got so many crooks cause so many grannies gettin' shook\nAnd gettin' dropped in the nursing home\nAnd times is hard and even worst alone\nAnd how could you be so cold\nYou'll get your turn as soon as you turn old\nAll they ask of every person\nThey try to figure out what's on the mind of a brother when he's cursing\n9 out of 10 you'll find the problems, time to take a listen and see what you could do to solve them\nCause everybody needs a little help on the way to relying on oneself\nSo think about it... why 2Pac hit cha, hit cha with a little ghetto gospel\nMy Ghetto Gospel\n[Hook]\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nI was a stone cold gangsta man\nUntil you gave me ghetto gospel, I thank you man\nUsed to roll in the back and do d** a lot\nNow I'm bangin' these tracks, slanging rhymes I got\nIn this world of greed tryin' to succeed on my beliefs\nNow I lay me down to sleep\nLord can you hear me speak?\nCan you forgive me for my sins?\nIf I had it all to do again, I'd still play to win\nI hope the Lord can understand me\nA man's gotta do what he can for his family\nAnd pay the price of being hellbound\nBut I rather see hell later than see hell now\nAnd the devil ain't got nothing on the president, cut back and keep us strapped in our residence and be like animals in cages\nWe can rant and rave about slavery for ages\nOr we can start making positive and hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel\nMy Ghetto Gospel\n[Hook]\nIt's ok, its ok, it's ok\n(my ghetto gospel)\nIt's ok, it's ok, it's ok\n(my ghetto gospel)\nIt's ok, it's ok, it's ok\n(my ghetto gospel)\nIt's ok, it's ok, it's ok\n(fades)",
    "2pac - Ghetto Star lyrics": "For all my low life thug n***as,\nFor all my n***as in the hood,\nLivin the life of a ghetto star,\nHa ha ha Makavelli,\nJust holla my name\nAnd witness game official\nn***as is so shame\nThey stare stiff like scared b**hes\nWhile I remain inside a paradox\nGone my block\nThough gun shots is promised to me when will I stop \n\n\n\nI hit the weed\nAnd hope to god I can fly high\nWitness my enemies\nDie when I ride by\nIta's sh** to try\nSend they bodies to they parents up north\nWith they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off\nf** em all what I scream as I dream",
    "2pac - Ghetto Theme lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nHey, living these days ain't no joke\nFiends they smoke and every young brother sells coke\nAnd if not they affiliated with the game\nIt ain't like the old days in '93 thangs changed\nA young brotha might blast ya if he has to\nAnd a punk won't last a\nSecond in the place where I'm living at\nCause everybody and they momma's pack gats\nSome pack these Tech-9s and might live fine\nBut a tre-eight will always keeps thangs straight\nCause it ain't nothing like suburbia\nCause in the hood a young soldier might murder ya\nIts kind of sick when you're watching your partner get k**ed\nStraight pimped off the earth dying over turf\nThat the other man owns but us youngsters don't know this\nWe k**ing one another just to show who the dopest\nWhile us brothas is capping the \u2018blue eyed devil' is laughing\nAnd my cuddies is dying man I wonder what happened\nTo the peace and togetherness \u2018black fists' raised in the air\nBut us youngsters don't care\nSo I wonder partner \u2018is unity a dream?'\nSo kick back to my ghetto theme\nAnd it goes like this\n[hook]\nYoung players got to get it together\nYoung players got to get it together\nYoung players got to get it together\nYoung players got to get it together\n(What's up? What's up?)\nYoung players got to get it together\nYoung players got to get it together\nYoung players got to get it together\nYoung players got to get it together\n[Verse 2]\nBack in the days I never tripped but then I noticed\nThat people were my color were coming up the shortest\nLife ain't cool for a young soldier stuck on the streets\nHe got \u2018mail' on his mind plus a \u2018nine' and fools talk about peace\nAll he wants is his piece of the pie\nCan't get no \u20189-to-5' so on the streets he got to strive\nAnd do what he got to do to get his money on\nSo don't trip when you see him with the cellular phone\nCause that's the way that he's pimping the system \n\n\n\nStrictly coming up with all the fools against him\nDealing with the ma** confusion\nRobbing and looting\nAnd drive by shootings\nBut in the ghetto its an everyday thang thou\nWithout togetherness things ain't gone change thou\nI was told to keep my \u2018eyes-on-the-prize' but I can't\nSo I hind behind the dank and the drank\nTo camouflage all my pain\nGhetto got us insane\nSince our vision is blurry we don't know this maine\nWe need to come together on these inner city streets\nCause if we don't we all going to be deceased\nPeep the ghetto theme\n[hook]\n[Verse 3]\nIn '93 it ain't the government mind tricks\nIt's young brotha's with the gats and the clips\nThat's quick to click and shoot\nFor practically nothing\nBecause these brotha's these days mayn have no patience\nSchool ain't cool when you're learning about the slave days\nAnd all the presidents making all them slave trades\nYou should see you're turning the future into the past\nAnd throw some cash, a brother done blast\nOn another damn I thought we smarter than that\nBut it seems without the gats we ain't even all that\nPlus some fools with a sag in our pants\nWe need to put the nine's down and let our minds advance\nYoung sister yeah she's a pregnant-free teen\nBut she don't know that once she was a queen and her man was a king\nNow her man sells dope on the avenue\nI know its cruel but this is what they push us to\nBrotha's now we have way too much hate\nWe might be from different states but we all from the same place\nTimes is hard but they ain't hard as it seems\nAll I do is say \u2018peace'\nAnd kick my ghetto theme\n[Outro]\nYeah...this Mac Mall\nExpect yall Just letting yall know\nYall brotha's in \u2018the Bay'\nMayn we got to get it together\nSo what? Eboni let them know...\nThem know them know get our selves together\nHaaaaaaa haaaaa",
    "2pac - Ghost lyrics": "The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli\nThat's it! all these motherf**ers stole from me\nI'm takin' back what's mine\nLaughing you motherf**ers can't stop me\nEven if I die, I'm gon' be a f**in' problem\nDo you believe in ghosts, motherf**er?\nReal live black ghosts\nFeel me?\nSome say I'm crazy, these punk-a** cops can't fade me\nMama tried to raise me, but had too many babies\nPapa was a motherf**in, joke\nUsed to find dope in his coat\nAnd nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke\nDaaamn, don't get me started\nMy mama smoked so god damn much\nWhen she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded\nAt night I can't sleep, can't peep\nAs they pa** through the gla** of my neighbors five deep\nStarin at the wall, heard a scream\nWake up in the mornin\nSee the blood in the hall from the murder scene\nDon't cry, just ask why, and try not to die\nAs I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullabye\nOn the corner, where the n***az slang they crack\nAnd the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back\n(five-oh!) I daydream about the dope world\nTake a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl\nMy mausberg goes boom, what's another plug\nSnatchin d**, pumpin slugs in these other thugs\n(give it up n***a) don't run out of breath\nEvery step could be d**h 'til you blast\nAnd be the last n***a left, then I'll be ghost \n\n\n\nDon't cry, just ask why, and try not to die\nAs I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullabye\nDon't cry, just ask why, and try not to die\nAs I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullabye\nA seven-deuce full of n***az goes by\nThought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by\nRecognized the plates, the faces looked familiar\nEverybody swear they know the n***a that's gonna, k** ya\nDon't murder me murder me, k**a a n***a in his sleep\nLet me die as I rest in peace, deep\nBack to these n***az in the seven-deuce\nA mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do?\nRun for cover and return fire\nDie motherf**in die, hope yo' a** fry, don't ask why\nBut I let off everything I have\nAn empty clip, hit the ground as a n***a dash\nOn my a** was the motherf**in cops now\nBarely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down\nBoo-yaow is the sound, bullet whizzed by\nStill runnin like a n***a got nine lives\nDon't know why but I'm runnin to my f**in block\nTook a shot, tired of runnin from the n***az and the cops\nTime to be a ghost\n(hey man, come the f** on!)\nAnd then we'll be ghost\nDon't cry, just ask why, and try not to die\nAs I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullabye\nDon't cry, just ask why, and try not to die\nAs I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullabye\nf** the police n***a!laughing",
    "2pac - Ghost (remix) lyrics": "(Intro)\nYours terms, you don't feel it move\nand one night you look up, one\nspark, and the sky's on fire\n(The Notorious B.I.G.)\n>Check it\nBig Poppa\nthrowing n***az off of cliffs\nsmoking spliffs, disappearing\nwith my b**h in the ? cliffs\nread my lips, i'll k** you\nrunning spilt you, did i say thank you\ni grant you three wishes\n>cuz i be the genie, n***as' a**\nout like fat b**hes in bikinis\nread between the line, see what i see\ni see the diary of a sick ba*tard\n>Junior M.A.F.I.A. blaster, rubies\non the hips, brought clips\nto flip chips, brought orders\nto fill clits, it don't stop, it don't stop\nwatch the hit n***a, it don't stop, it\ndon't stop, watch the hit n***a\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown\nlike another cop back, n***az better\nduck down, face down, you know the routine supreme\nladies you know the drama\nBiggie bring\n(2Pac)\nSome say I'm crazy, these punk-a** cops\ncan't fade me\nMama tried to raise me\nbut had too many babies\nPapa was a motherf**in, joke\nUsed to find dope in his coat\nAnd nearly choked when he'd\ntell me not to smoke\n\n\n\nDaaamn, don't get me started\nMy mama smoked so God damn much\nwhen she was pregnant\nI'm surprised I ain't retarded\nAt night I can't sleep, count sheep\nAs they pa** through the gla** of my\nneighbors five deep\nStarin at the wall, heard a scream\nWake up in the mornin\nSee the blood in the hall\nfrom the murder scene\nDon't cry, just ask why, and try not to die\nAs I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullabye\nOn the corner\nwhere the n***az slang they crack\nAnd the undercovers jack\nthose that don't watch they back\n>(Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world\nTake a puff from the blunt\nand watch the smoke swirl\nMy mausberg goes BOOM\nwhat's another plug\nSnatchin d**, pumpin slugs in\nthese other thugs\n(GIVE IT UP ni**a) Don't run out of breath\nEvery step could be d**h 'til you blast\nAnd be the last n***a left, then I'll be ghost\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\nDon't cry, just ask why, and try not to die\nAs I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullabye\nDon't cry, just ask why, and try not to die\nAs I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullabye\n",
    "2pac - Girlfriend lyrics": "[Intro]\nNa na na\nNa na na\n[Hook]\nAll I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend\nDown to ride till the happy end, is me and my girlfriend\n[Verse 1]\nWhere would you be, be without me\nWe'll never find out\nWhat would I do, do without you\nWe'll never know now\nTalking bout the lights, the dirt, the sh**, that hurts\nWe're not gonna turn around\nWe're doing this for good, for worse\nThe gift, the curse, we're not gonna back down\n[Hook](2x)\nAll I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend\nDown to ride till the happy end, is me and my girlfriend\n[Verse 2] \n\n\n\nI wanna feel the sun, the waves, the wind in my face\nThe speed, the chase, na na na\nI wanna feel the sun, the waves, just wanna cross the states\nMaking up as we go\nThat's how's gon' be, young wild and free\nNot gonna slow down\nUp to the max, until we crush, we're not gonna stop now\n[Hook]\nAll I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend\nDown to ride till the happy end, is me and my girlfriend\n[Intro](2x)\nNa na na\nNa na na\n[Hook](2x)\nAll I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend\nDown to ride till the happy end, is me and my girlfriend",
    "2pac - Give It Up For Compton lyrics": "[Intro]\nUh, yeah, uh, say what\nWe return\nCompton, Cali\nFor the 9-9 (that's 2000)\nDresta Da Gangsta (Dresta)\nReal as they come, bar none\nUh, say what\n[Verse 1]\nLet's take a quick trip back down memory lane\nFollow me, as we journey on the yellow brick road to C-P-T\nI see, what people think, gangstas suppose to be\nCompton is where rap music learned to be a G\nWe had flow and everybody know\nWhen these b**hes were scared to cuss\nAnd they were scared of us\nThey tried to test\nBut you knew that the wild wild west, wasn't scared to bust\nIt was all about originality\nBut the whole time the West Coast grind\nHelp me focus on the salary\nIt seems you eastern motherf**ers have forgot\nI'm the same G that put Eazy-E back on the block\nI'm real as they come\nAnd I'm from the 1-0-1-4 South Orlean Block\nWhere the sh** don't stop\nAnd if your car don't hop\nThen you gotta be on dubs, drop\n[Hook] (x4)\nWe just givin' it up for Compton, California\nIt's such a lovely place\nIt's such a lovely place\nWe just givin' it up for Compton, California\nAnd any time of year\nYou can find me here\n[Verse 2]\nNow I done been around the world, but I still don't see\nWhat people talkin' about ain't sh** like the C-P-T\nI can float to the Bahamas, to escape all the drama\nGot to come back, I miss my hoodrats and baby mamas\nSmashin' on the 91, navi and a dime piece\nLaid up at the Hamptons homes is where you'll find me \n\n\n\nJacuzzi and a camcorder, bootys and the b**h\nSometimes I like to freak dykes, in case I want to switch\nLike it or not, Compton Cali back in the slot\nDresta Da Gangsta, crackling hot\nYou can't touch this\nLet's put the C-P-T back on the map\nBefore I put my brownies back on the strap\nI'd rather rap on the track\nSince these b**hes ain't seein' the light\nRuthless should have never been Tomica Wright's\nb**h, you ain't from Compton\nWhen somebody see that ho, they need to tell her\nTo quit f**in' the homie Ren, like Jerry Heller\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nFor years I tried to let you know this\nBut the media didn't wanna let me show this\nRealism I've survived of off instinct\nAnd finally my life is startin' to feel in sync\nI'm on the radio and Eazy made it possible\nDresta ain't wrong, homie, I'm only bein' logical\nStudied my craft, did the math\nNow I get the last laugh\nNo longer bang for gangs, now bang gangs for cash\nMe and my dawg WC eventually bang in the room\nMy brother B.G. Knocc and this brother C-Toons\nHow can we lose\nWe paid our dues and made our moves\nThe only rappers around\nWho don't got nothin' to prove\nMost respected on all levels\nFrom the club to the street, homie, y'all tell us\nIs it real\nI see you all makin' G's through the nation\nBut Compton laid the foundation\n[Hook] (x2)",
    "2pac - God (Poem) lyrics": "when I was alone and had nothing\nI asked 4 a friend 2 help me bear the\npain no one came except . . . God\nwhen I needed a breath 2 rise\nfrom my sleep no one could\nhelp me except . . . God \n\n\n\nwhen all I saw was sadness\nand I needed answers no one\nheard me except . . . . God\nso when I'm asked who I\ngive my unconditional love 2\nLook For No other Name\nexcept . . . GOD!",
    "2pac - God Bless The Dead lyrics": "(feat. Stretch)\n[2pac:]\nRest in peace to my mothaf**a Biggie Smalls\nThat's right boy, it's goin on\nRight here, Thug Life\nGod bless the dead\nGod bless the dead & buried n***a\nDon't worry if you see God first tell Him sh** got worse\nI ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew\nAnd I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew\nf** the world, pain was a part of the game\nIf you a baller, money went as quick as it came\nMy role models gone or they locked in the pen\nStraight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind\nThe other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie\nSayin sh** don't stop, n***a, no pity\nWe all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams\nMoney makin mothaf**as plot scandalous schemes\nIn the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind\nI was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time\nMy epitaph will read \"Was the last of Gs\nKicked the sh** to make the white man bleed\nGod bless the dead\"\n[Chorus - 2pac:]\nGod bless the dead\nGod bless the dead\nGod bless the dead\n[2pac:]\nMan, ain't nobody promised me a thang\nI been caught up in this game\nEver since I was a little motherf**a wantin to hang\nI can see 'em in my head, pow\nMemories of my n***a but he dead now\nLookin back in my yearbook all the years took\nHalf my peers, they're stretched for years\nAnd if I die will they all shed tears\nTwo to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear\nParanoid got me lookin in the mirror\nBehind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time\nSee I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice\nf** the police & all the courts same way they f**ed us\nAnd why the hell am I locked in jail \n\n\n\nThey let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell\nIn my mind I can see it comin\nAnd all the time it's a plot to keep a n***a runnin\nBy keepin gun & never run unless I'm comin at ya\nCry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter\nGod bless the dead\n[Chorus]\n[2pac:]\nRest in peace to all the motherf**as that pa**ed too early\nAll the young motherf**as that was took in they prime\nReal motherf**in Gz, this one is for you\nYo Stretch, Biggie\n[Stretch:]\nYo Big this is to you my n***a\nSpringfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz\nSendin they respect, know I mean?\nYou my n***a for life, forever\nYou're always gonna be with a n***a\nNo matter what, don't forget that\nI pray before I go to sleep\n\"Dear God save my place before I start to eat, cause times is hard\nSo I'm covered to my knees, oh why?\nWhy you had to take my n***a with the rock I buy?\nYou had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton\nn***as terrified of comin from the young gun\nHearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me\nBut it's mind blowin, so I'm flowin goin crazy\nSlip for co*k the gun but he didn't run like a punk\nHe shoulda had the gauge in the trunk\nFor spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big\nNow ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mack did\nWannabe s**ers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes\nThe teflon's bout to rip through your f**in vest\nGuess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick\nThe spirit Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah\nGod bless the dead\nGod bless the dead\nGod bless the dead\nGod bless the dead",
    "2pac - God Come Save The Youth (Nozzy E Remix) lyrics": "In progress...",
    "2pac - Good Life lyrics": "I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug\nFiendin' for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was\nPicture a n***a on the verge of livin' insane\nI sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang\nNow tell if I'm wrong\nBut sayin' \"f** the world\" got you deeper in my songs\nDrinkin' 'til I earl, spendin' money 'til it's gone\nIt's the good life, maybe n***as got it goin' on\nNow maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack\nAddicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped\nPlease forgive me for my wicked ways, f** a b**h\nBad Boy n***as eat a dick a day, bumpin' this\nLord have mercy it's a slaughter\nSo wicked that my tracks is wettin' n***as like it's water\nI learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked a** hood fights\nBut I'm a baller now, n***a, I live the good life\nThis is the good life, f** my foes\nGod bless the dumb n***as that, trust them hoes\nFound a way to stack money guaranteed to rise\nAnd live the good life, 'cause thug n***as don't die\nWe live the good life, f** my foes\nGod bless the dumb n***as that, trust these hoes\nFound a way to stack money guaranteed to rise\nAnd live the good life, 'cause thug n***as don't die\nNo one knows what the, future holds, but you\nHaha, listen close\nThey say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind\nEvery day in the streets, got my foresight blind\nMy after time is narrow, peepin' down the barrel of a foe\nJust a n***a or a k**er I don't know so\nWho makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest?\nSlug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone\nSend me home all alone in these cold streets\nIn desperation constantly drinkin' and I can't sleep\nNeck deep strugglin' tryin' to survive\nSome want to die I want to stay alive, eyes on the prize\nLet me modify this whole region\nI declare this s**er duckin' season, give me the reason\nWhy I should change, into a softie\n? after living so loftily\nIt cost me my soul out of control in a devil's world \n\n\n\nMe, my n***as, and my girl, livin' the good life!\nThis is the good life, f** my foes\nGod bless the dumb n***as that, trust them hoes\nFound a way to stack money guaranteed to rise\nAnd live the good life, 'cause thug n***as don't die\nWe live the good life, f** my foes\nGod bless the dumb n***as that, trust these hoes\nFound a way to stack money guaranteed to rise\nAnd live the good life, 'cause thug n***as don't die\nI spend my days and nights not knowin' if, strays in flight\nGon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me?\nClearly over the edge, soon as I wake up\nLast night we off the hook, doin' way too much\nBut it's the fast lane only, big dealin' big ceiling\nAll for the money, some k** some squeal\nAll for the money, most ain't even real\nBut we still call 'em homies, now what the f** is that?\nFake love, fake thugs are, all in the game\nI watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain\nOutlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin'\nBetter start to get to runnin' 'fore my click get to gunnin'\nStill in the midst of all the stress and pain\nI'm still tryin' to get a hold of the game, livin' that good life\nThis is the good life, f** my foes\nGod bless the dumb n***as that, trust them hoes\nFound a way to stack money guaranteed to rise\nAnd live the good life, 'cause thug n***as don't die\nWe live the good life, f** my foes\nGod bless the dumb n***as that, trust these hoes\nFound a way to stack money guaranteed to rise\nAnd live the good life, 'cause thug n***as don't die\nThis is the good life, f** my foes\nGod bless the dumb n***as that, trust them hoes\nFound a way to stack money guaranteed to rise\nAnd live the good life, 'cause thug n***as don't die\nWe live the good life, f** my foes\nGod bless the dumb n***as that, trust these hoes\nFound a way to stack money guaranteed to rise\nAnd live the good life, 'cause thug n***as don't die",
    "2pac - Got 2 Survive lyrics": "[Verse 1: Young Lay]\nCuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb\nGot me twisted, mo' cold k**in' murders\nThem brothers gettin' further\nGot my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin\nSpot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin\nDirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen\nLotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96\nAll the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother\nMake these police wonder: how is he so undercover?\nNever been a lover, but America had broke my heart\nI was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart\nEat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese\nWhile the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese\nBut I'm finna' squeeze, stack G'z they left on a trap\nA young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap\nIt's just that feelin, that feelin that I have for children\nAre able to love us, but these crazy devils try to k** us\n[Hook:]\nI gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho\nSmokin that dank to deal with the pain\n(My n***a Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?)\n[Verse 2: Ray Luv]\nJune 2nd '93 I returned to the streets\nDid 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat\nNow the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap\nTell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap\nBut I ain't yo gangsta, just a young n***a caught up in the struggle\nBorn hustler, goin' for the jugular\nOut to take the beast down, piece down might be too late\nThe funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid\nWould love to catch a playa slippin', take me down and book me\nGuilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me\nSilence a n***a for the sh** I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin' ya\nA poison you created in the veins of America\nMis-educated, incarcerated, institutionalized\nThat 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin'\nAin't no love where I'm goin', no love where I'm comin' from\nRemember me, that real-a** n***a you been runnin' from\nGot us sprung off the c**aine and the welfare\nWhile the black babies die without health care \n\n\n\n[Hook:]\nI gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho\nSmokin' that dank to deal with the pain\n[Verse 3: Mac Mall]\nNow how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-a** flag\nWhen the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag?\nGot my mother spittin' drag 'bout I ain't home\nGot a double homicide warrant on my dome\nI hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips\nCut through the back window and like a g hit a fence\nI'm thinkin' 'bout my folks gettin' sent for violation\nFoes and punk police, them devils still at my do'\nI peep a group of ten tryina' get information\nI threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin' off frustration\nIt's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway\nSo if I go out blastin', call it my fate\nI got n***as' in the pen like my cousin Bud\nLunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love\nBig Tom, Ray Ray, Kilo Cutt, Mac Dre\nCleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man\n[Hook:]\nI gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho\nSmokin' that dank to deal with the pain\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nNow I been called a crook, a k**er, a thug\nA no-good dealer of d**\nAnd Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what set you was\nCause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped\nAs long as ki's make g's these thieves attack\nAnd ain't no rules on the streets these days\nMuthaf**as' better watch they back and take it eazay'\nI'm livin in the dangerzone\nAnd learnin' lesson from the game, it's on\nn***as' was gone when the frame was on\nI'm gettin breakin' them balls daily\nIs there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell?\nSee, seems I was sentenced to d**h, takin my steps with my head down\nWhile pour I liquor for my n***as', cause they dead now\nMy memory since I was a little seed\nWas a penitentiary full of n***as' like me\nThese cops can't terrorize us, they despise us\nn***as, cause we on the rise\nPlus everybody's searchin' for a piece of the truth\nAnd the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut\nAnd the truth is\n[Hook:]\nI gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho\nSmokin' that dank to deal with the pain",
    "2pac - Got My Mind Made Up lyrics": "(feat. Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman)\n[Verse One: Daz]\nYou find an MC like me who's strong\nLeavin motherf**er's aborted, with no verbal support\nAnd when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though\nWith a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those\nWho can withstand, the mo' power I gain\nand make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain\nImagine and keep on wishin upon a star\nFinally realizing who the f** we are\nWhen I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded\nwould it be the greatest MC of all time\nWhen I created rhyme for the simple fact\nWhen I attack I crush your pride\nMy intention to ride, every time all night\nI'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar\nfor me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride\nbreakin in gas with the six-eight all day\nIn and out with my pay\nI'm soon to count the bodies...\n[Verse Two: Tupac]\nSo mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation\nSo you can be more familiar with tha n***a you facin\nWe must be based on nothin better than communication\nKnown to damage and highly flamable like gas stations\nSorry I left that a** waitin\nNo more procrastination give up to fate, and get that a**s shakin\nI'm bustin and makin motherf**ers panic\nDon't take ya life for granted put that a** in the dirt\nYou swear the b**h was planted\nMy lyrics motivate the planet\nIt's similar to Rhythm Nation\nbut thugged out, forgive me Janet\nWho's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls\nYou know, the way the games get controlled\nYo, two years ago, a friend of mine\nTold me Alize and Cristal blows your mind\nBear witness to the dopest f**in rhyme I wrote\nTakin off my coat, clearing my throat\n[Chorus: Method Man]\nI got my mind made up, come on... (come on)\nget in get in too [get on it]\nlet it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night\nI got my mind made up, come on...\nget in get in too\nlet it ride... tonight's tha night\n[Verse Three: Kurupt]\nWell I comes through with two packs\nof the bomb prophalaks for protection\nSo my f**in sac won't collapse\nCause nowaday's, sh**'s evading the x-rays\nSending young motherf**ers to an early grave\nI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's\nshows my heart's as cold as the tundra\nElectryfing like thunder, I'm just too much\nRough and raw with that motherf**in poisonous touch\nI'm an MC with lyrics that's tha f**in bom-bay\nYa got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay\nMy rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind\nAs the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine\nThere's no escape, nah I ain't blastin\nI use my mental to a**a**inate a**a**in's for those askin\nOpposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian\nLaughter enhances the chances of tha k**in\nWhy is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve \n\n\n\nYou best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease\nMy thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe\nYa whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees\nIn the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes\nMy verbal snipe, your vocab on site\nI'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all\nSo all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall\nYa already have an idea about tha superior sphere\nThe greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator\nI rock from here to there, to Philly and back\nTo LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps\nAs your views get overshadowed when you come in contact\nBeware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat\n[Verse Four: Method Man]\nf** you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers\nlike Hitler, stickin up [j**s] wit german [lugers]\nThe Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle\nWill be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial\nRarely do you see an MC out for justice\nGot my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!\nMelons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen\nHalf of my Clan's three deep felons\nn***az best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel\nMan I stay on point like icicles\nNow who wanna test Tical then touch Tical\nAll up in your motherf**in mouth\nHead banger boogie\nCatch me on tour with Al Doogie\nMethod Man roll too tight, you can pull me\nBetter take one and pa** or that's that a**\nYour vital statistics are low and fallin fast\nJohnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash\nPlay a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast\n[Verse Five: Redman]\nAiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics\nNon-believers get my dick and genitals backwards\nLet's face it, there's no replacement\nTaste this, mad underground basement, sh** I'm laced with\nAvalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted\nFunk Doctor who? Spock b**h don't get it twisted\nI got connects like Federal Express\nto get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch\nGot the clear spot from tha rear block\nto bust til every n***a here drop, men I fear not\nHold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop\nSince ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot\nWith, this underground cannabis\nI'm dangerous like John the bomb an*lyst\nThen proceeds like keys\nMy degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's\nLick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake\nSo I erase the whole front row at the wake\nI planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it\nI'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place\nConfidence for you shaky a** folks\nPump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked\nchoke, off this anecdote got you ope\nGet roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt\nAnd I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebels)\nWest, list this, this, this...\n",
    "2pac - Got My Mind Made Up (Orginal) lyrics": "[Daz Dillinger]\nYou find an MC like me who's strong\nLeavin motherf**ers aborted, with no verbal support\nAnd when I command the microphone I get deadly as Khan though\nWith a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those\nWho can withstand, the more power I gain\nAnd make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain\nImagine and keep on wishin upon a star\nFinally realizing who the f** we are\nWhen I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded\nWould it be the greatest MC of all time\nWhen I created rhyme for the simple fact\nWhen I attack I crush your pride\nMy intention to ride, every time all night\nI'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar\nFor me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride\nBreakin in gas with the six-eight all day\nIn and out with my pay\nI'm soon to count the bodies\n[2Pac]\nSo mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation\nSo you can be more familiar with tha n***a you facing\nWe must be based on nothin better than communication\nKnown to damage and highly flamable like gas stations\nSorry I left that a** waitin\nNo more procrastination give up to fate, and get that a** shakin\nI'm bustin and makin motherf**ers panic\nDon't take ya life for granted put that a** in the dirt\nYou swear the b**h was planted\nMy lyrics motivate the planet\nIt's similar to Rhythm Nation\nBut thugged out, forgive me Janet\nWho's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls\nYou know, the way the games get controlled\nYo, two years ago, a friend of mine\nTold me Alize and Cristal blows your mind\nBear witness to the dopest f**in rhyme I wrote\nTakin off my coat, clearing my throat\n[Chorus: Method Man]\nI got my mind made up, come on... (come on)\nGet in get in too (get on it)\nLet it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night\nI got my mind made up, come on...\nGet in get in too\nLet it ride... tonight's tha night\n[Kurupt]\nWell I comes through with two packs\nOf the bomb prophalaks for protection\nSo my f**in sac won't collapse\nCause nowaday's, sh**'s evading the x-rays\nSending young motherf**ers to an early grave\nI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's\nShows my heart's as cold as the tundra\nElectryfing like thunder, I'm just too much\nRough and raw with that motherf**in poisonous touch\nI'm an MC with lyrics that's tha f**in bom-bay\nYa got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay\nMy rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind\nAs the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine\nThere's no escape, nah I ain't blastin\nI use my mental to a**a**inate a**a**in's for those askin\nOpposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian\nLaughter enhances the chances of tha k**in\nWhy is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve\nYou best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease\nMy thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe\nYa whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees\nIn the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes\nMy verbal snipe, your vocab on site\nI'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all\nSo all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall\nYa already have an idea about tha superior sphere\nThe greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator \n\n\n\nI rock from here to there, to Philly and back\nTo LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps\nAs your views get overshadowed when you come in contact\nBeware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat\n[Method Man]\nf** you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers\nLike Hitler, stickin up *Jews* wit German *lugers*\nThe Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle\nWill be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial\nRarely do you see an MC out for justice\nGot my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!\nMelons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen\nHalf of my Clan's three deep felons\nn***as best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel\nMan I stay on point like icicles\nNow who wanna test Tical then touch Tical\nAll up in your motherf**in mouth\nHead banger boogie\nCatch me on tour with Al Doogie\nMethod Man roll too tight, you can pull me\nBetter take one and pa** or that's that a**\nYour vital statistics are low and fallin fast\nJohnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash\nPlay a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast\n[Redman]\nAiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics\nNon-believers get my dick and genitals backwards\nLet's face it, there's no replacement\nTaste this, mad underground basement, sh** I'm laced with\nAvalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted\nFunk Doctor who? Spock b**h don't get it twisted\nI got connects like Federal Express\nTo get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch\nGot the clear spot from tha rear block\nTo bust til every n***a here drop, men I fear not\nHold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop\nSince ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot\nWith, this underground cannabis\nI'm dangerous like John the bomb an*lyst\nThen proceeds like keys\nMy degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's\nLick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake\nSo I erase the whole front row at the wake\nI planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it\nI'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place\nConfidence for you shaky a** folks\nPump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked\nChoke, off this anecdote got you ope\nGet roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt\nAnd I'm out for nine nickel\n[Inspectah Deck]\nI set the mic in flames, my name's INS the Rebel\nMurder one style, smash piles straight to pebbles\nMental terrorist, specialist at this\nMenacing lyricst, leave crews defenseless\nCan't design landmines, lick off like nines\nTo paralyze everything, ears ring like doorknobs\nHeads start to turn like police who pa**\nHear the blast, my crew bust through like tear gas\nf** a mask, we laced in place like the marshall\nSparkle, like live but harder than tarvue\nWreck this rhyme, start relentless, roughest\nAnd f** up the party for you paying motherf**ers\nOnce I commence for you ladies and gents\nI kick rhymes, sharper than barbwire fence\nThe live and direct, from k**ah Hill Project\nStaten Island, New York, you can't help but to hawk\nLay it on your dental, that's if you want it hostile\nSounds so underground I write my rhymes on fossil\nDudes like this, force me to get you open\nLyrically wet you open, until you soaking",
    "2pac - Got My Mind Made Up (Remix) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nSo mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation\nSo you can be more familiar with the n***a you facing\nWe must be patient nothing better than communication\nKnown to damage and highly flamable like gas stations\nSorry I left that a** waiting\nNo more procrastination give up to fate, and get that a** shaking\nI'm busting and making motherf**ers panic\nDon't take your life for granted put that a** in the dirt\nYou swear the b**h was planted\nMy lyrics motivate the planet\nIt's similar to Rhythm Nation\nBut thugged out, forgive me Janet\nWho's in control I'm activating your souls\nYou know, the way the games get controlled\nYo, two years ago, a friend of mine\nTold me Alize and Cristal blows your mind\nBear witness to the dopest f**ing rhyme I wrote\nTaking off my coat, clearing my throat\n[Chorus]\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGive it, got it good\nIt's time to ride n***a\nTonight's the night, listen\n[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]\nIt's the name game same thang\nEverywhere gang bang\nGang bang anywhere Hussein ain't changed man\nDirty South, East to West\nEven on chain Gangs\nYard's dale any dale Riker's the same (same) man\nBut ain't the way I was trained, somehow remain sane\nCan't change the calibers aim so feel my pain man\nLove me for how I made it with Pac\nBut woulda liked me dead in a box, only when he gave me the shots\nYeah right, things just ain't the same for gangsters\nHardcore artists this year to change to wa*ksters\nMe I dont worry I just aim the stainless\nYou get to shoot me for a number and a name and thank (thanks)\nn***as talk so I walk like there's something on my mind\nReally ain't nothing on my mind\nJust a greedy motherf**er with a f**in' greedy delivery\nThe last of the last dying breed balling with me\n[Verse 3: Young Noble]\nWalk a mile in my timbs, better yet, take a ride on my rims \n\n\n\nSo you can see for yourself I was destined to win\nI went from baggin' them n***as to serving them fiends\nTo writing them hits and livin' my dreams\nSo speak for those who ain't got no voice\nWe reaching those who ain't got no choice\nListen, criminal mind all the time waiting for Judgement Day\nTrying hard n***a looking at the sun don't pay\nHe added fuel to the fir, I refuse to retire\nComing up, I guess I seen too much, I'm young with an old soul\nYoung Noble a black rose, E.D.I, Young Cap, Hussein and Kastro\nHomie, this ain't nothing but a soldier's story\nYou b**hes, take pictures of our road to glory\nI'm a outlaw, ain't no denying that\nHostile, ghetto gospel, apostle crap (n***a)\n[Chorus]\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGive it, got it good\nIt's time to ride n***a\nTonight's the night, listen\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGet it, get into it, get on\nI got my nickel and nine\nI'm bout to bust in all sly (sly, sly, sly)\nListen (Yeah, hu!)\n[Verse 4: Kurupt]\nAnimal instinct cannibal handheld\nDevour multitudes from rapid fire on\nCowards, listen I'm try'na tell ya\nShell shimmy, a rickashay bouncing like solid\nFreshly and start violence\nFlee between the end scene\nTake a flight like college green\nFrom Kansas to Staten Island\nI shot the monkey on my back\nAnd its back in the Guiness Book of World Records\nI'm in this\nThe most hated but most loved menace from here to Venice\nThe Grinch came to steal your money and your better day\nChristmas and your little spinach got eaten\nSmoke smoke smoking away all day\nAny way that you say it n***a just break me off half\nMany years ago\nA friend of mine taught me everything about the game\nGave me a nine\nSo I went straight to the block\nStarted my grind\n[Chorus]",
    "2pac - Gotta Get Mine lyrics": "[Hook]\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, get yours\n[Verse 1: MC Breed (2Pac)]\nAiyyo I'm Smooth as I wanna be, for p**y you's a gonna, G\n(Oh, that's the way it is?)\nf** yeah and that's the way it's gonna be\n(Why), puffin up on tha dank and drinking mad brew\nTaking names and after that I'm kickin a** too\nBreed, time to flow (can I get a rhyme to go)\nHell yeah, Pac, I'll sit back, straight up design it slow\nThey hate to see a young n***a, (come up)\nAnother punk, (run up) and have to get his, (gun up)\nCause um I ain't takin no shots\nLike a Newport fort, exploitin the floor like Jordan\nExplodin on the hoop court.\nAnd I don't wanna be, I-don't-wanna-be nuttin like Mike\nCause even Mike was like it's a itsy bitsy wet triflin\nAnd when you in the spotlight, you get um jocked right\nBut your knot's not tight\nBuckin anybody who f** wit' mine\nWhen will they realize? I'm straight out to get mine\n[Hook]\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, get yours\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nI keep my mind on my money, money on my mind\nFinger on the trigger, n***a, hand on my 9\nSmokin' blunts a skunk, making holes in punks\nAnd only underground funk pumpin' outta my trunk\nLive the life of a hustler, high 'til I die\nMeeting b**hes, getting riches, miss me with lies\nPicture me living out my life as a busta\nI'd rather pop out a shot from my Glock and blast mothaf**as\nI live the thug life, baby, I'm hopeless\nChokin' off indo, tryin' to keep my focus\nDon't let that bullsh** worry me\nf** the fame, I'm true to the game 'til they bury me \n\n\n\nGod gave me game, so I'm hustlin'\nPour out some liqour for my n***as, 2Pac is still strugglin'\nMy n***a Breed knew the time\nWhether it's rhyme or crime, n***a, I gotta get mine\n[Hook]\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, get yours\n[Verse 3: MC Breed]\nNow, tell me\nCan you measure the amount of applause I keep gettin?\nEverytime I pick up a mic and start spittin\nThe sidewalks of New York will start bumpin\nJumpin around, with the motherf**in pound\nAnd I'm down to the fullest, and breakin n***as a** off proper\nDid I shock you, cause I got you in my pocket again\nThem new jacks and you jacks\nWho knew me and my n***as, when I used to run it way back when\nI boasted, and roasted, and coasted to the pinnacle\nBecause of what I do with a pen\nIt's vernacular precision\nConnect the two lines and it's division\nPlus, when I add lutes and flutes\nIt's guaranteed to sell like prostitutes\nI never had love for hoes who put it blunt\nAnd want me in the back, but, b**h, I'm in the front!\nDon't front, and really I don't need a reply\nPull yourself together as you pa** me by\nI'm on a whole another level, them hoes is left\nI told you before, keep ya p**y to yourself\nGoodbye, some many n***as lied to have\nFunny what a motherf**er do for math\nI got fractions caught up in my everday actions\nPoint equal to your real satisfaction\nBuckin anybody who f** wit' mine\nWhen will they realize, I'm straight out to get mine haha\n[Hook]\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, get yours",
    "2pac - Gotta Get Mine (remix) lyrics": "2PAC INTRO:\nBuck buck\u2026muthaf**a\nRight at your muthaf**in a**\nThis sh** too strong for a muthaf**in vest\nSo watch your chest and your dome\nLeave Breed the f** alone\nWe sending n***as to the f**in' cemetery\n[Hook]\nI gotta get mine - gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - better get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - You gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you better get yours\nI gotta get mine - gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you better get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - You gotta get yours\n(Yo Breed..)\n[Verse 1: MC Breed (2Pac)]\nAiyyo I'm smooth as I wanna be, step to me you's a gonna, G\n(Oh, that's the way it is?)\nHell yeah and that's the way it's gonna be\n(Why), puffin up on tha dank and drinking mad brew\nTaking names and after that I'm kickin a** too\nBreed, time to flow (can I get a rhyme to go)\nHell yeah, Pac, and I'll sit back, straight up design it slow\nThey hate to see a young brotha, (come up)\nAnother punk, (run up) and have to get his (gun up)\nAnd um, I ain't takin no shots\nLike a Newport fort, exploitin the floor like Jordan\nExplodin on the hoop court\nAnd I don't wanna be, I-don't-wanna-be nuttin like Mike\nCause even Michael's like been a itsy bitsy what (triflin)\nAnd when you in the spotlight, you get um jocked right\nBut your knot's not tight\nBuckin anybody trying to take mine\nWhen will they realize? I gotta get mine\n[Hook]\nI gotta get mine - gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - better get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - You gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you better get yours\nI gotta get mine - gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you better get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - You gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, yo Pac\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nI keep my mind on my money, money on my mind\nFinger on the trigger, hand on my 9\nSmokin' blunts and skunk, putting holes in punks\nAnd only underground funk pumpin' outta my trunk\nLive the life of a hustler, high 'till I die\nGiving them vapours, making papers, miss me with lies\nPicture me living out my life as a busta\nI'd rather pop off a shot from my Glock and blast all the s**as\nI live the thug life, baby, I'm hopeless \n\n\n\nChokin' off indo, tryin' to keep my focus\nDon't let the punk cowards worry me\nKeep the fame, I'm true to the game 'til they bury me\nGod gave me game, so I'm hustlin'\nPour out some liqour for my homies, 2Pac is still strugglin'\nMy homie Breed knew the time\nWhether it's rhyme or crime, s**a, I gotta get mine\n[Hook]\nI gotta get mine - gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - better get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - You gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you better get yours\nI gotta get mine - gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you better get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - You gotta get yours\n(Breed, get yours)\n[Verse 3: MC Breed]\nCan you measure the amount of applause I keep gettin?\nEverytime I pick up a mic and start spittin\nThe sidewalks of New York will start bumpin\nJumpin around, with my homies in the pound\nAnd I'm down to the fullest\nSee me break that a** off proper\nThen I shock you, cause I got you in my pocket again\nThem new jacks and you jacks\nWho knew me and my n***as, when I used to run it way back when\nI boasted, and roasted, and coasted to the pinnacle\nBecause of what I do with a pen\nIt's vernacular precision\nConnect the two lines and it's division\nPlus, when I add lutes and flutes\nIt's guaranteed to sell like prostitutes\nI never had love for those who put it blunt\nAnd want me in the back, trick, I'm in the front\nDon't front, and really I don't need a reply\nPull yourself together as you pa** me by\nI'm on a whole another level, those is left\nI told you before, well you can keep it to yourself and divide\nSo many people lied to have\nFunny what a young brother do for math\nI got fractions caught up in my everday actions\nPoint, equal to your real satisfaction\nBuckin anybody tryin' to take mine\nWhen will they realize, I gotta get mine\n[Hook]\nI gotta get mine - gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - better get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - You gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you better get yours\nI gotta get mine - gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you better get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine - I gotta get mine\nYou gotta get yours - You gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, yo Pac",
    "2pac - Government Assistance or My Soul lyrics": "It would be like a panther\nasking a panther hunter\n4 some meat, all\nHigh school dropouts R not DUMB\nAll unemployed aren't lazy \n\n\n\nand there R many days I hunger\nBut I would go hungry and homeless\nBefore the American Government gets my soul",
    "2pac - Grab The Mic (Starin thru my Rearview 2) lyrics": "[Samples]\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n(Starin' at the world through my rearview\u200b\u200b\u200b)\n(\u200b\u200b\"Somebody in the house say YEAH!\")\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\u200b\u200b(Starin' at the world through my rearview\u200b\u200b\u200b)\n(\u200b\u200b\u200b\"tick tock ya don't stop\")\n\u200b\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n(Got me starin' at the world through my rearview\u200b\u200b\u200b)\n\u200b\u200b(\"Somebody in the house say YEAH!\")\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\u200b\u200b\u200b\"tick tock ya don't stop\"\n[Verse 1]\nNobody thought I'd make it, the world called me loser\nJust a high school dropout, young drug abuser\nMama told me there'd be days like this, I never listened\nSpent my childhood years; in my neighborhood prison\nThe world don't give a f** about the kids\nI can see from the poverty and the evil sh** they did\nTo my young nation\nParticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal\nWhen ain't no love for a young n***a he turned evil\nAnd burn people with no hope, there's no peace\nTo all my n***as start regulatin' on your streets\nBustin' the neighborhood scatters, another drug war\nThere ain't no truce or negotiatin' with drug lords\nTried conversatin' but he won't listen\nHe said the world is a livin' hell for God's children\nPicture him still in a Pen', doin' life plus two\nWhile I'm starin' at the world through my rearview\n[Samples]\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n(Starin' at the world through my rearview\u200b\u200b\u200b)\n(\u200b\u200b\"Somebody in the house say YEAH!\")\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\u200b\u200b(Starin' at the world through my rearview\u200b\u200b\u200b)\n(\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b\"tick tock ya don't stop\")\n[Verse 2]\nIt's clearer now, cause I'm a noted individual\nPlus I'm a Don, not just a small time criminal\nTime's have changed, homies died, only lives remain\nMa**ive amounts of narcotics help me hide the pain\nWishin' on Benz, came up on a Jag\nThen got it out for the quiet times, reflect on the past\nAll my homeboys that didn't make it, for you I'll do it\n'member back in the days as young truants\nHUH! tellin' me to beware\nBecause you cared and helped me to be prepared\nCemetery full of homies no longer here\nBut what about the babies, lost in watchin' burglars\nToo dumb to be a dealer, too young to be a murderer\nI'm beggin' you God, don't make their lives too hard\nThey're already scarred, too doped up to see the stars\nWe're livin' to die, everybody is high, plus I'm high too\nStarin' at the world through my rearview HUH!\n[Samples]\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n(Got me starin' at the world through my rearview\u200b\u200b\u200b)\n(\u200b\u200b\"Somebody in the house say YEAH!\")\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\u200b\u200b(Starin' at the world through my rearview\u200b\u200b\u200b)\n(\u200b\u200b\u200b\"tick tock ya don't stop\")\n\u200b\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\u200b\"Somebody in the house say YEAH!\"\n[Verse 3]\nPictures are plenty, handlin' semi, sippin' Henny \n\n\n\nI hustle for pennies, know my own feared by many\nI watched and took notes as a child I strategized\nWitnessin' crack dealings and drug k**ings have scattered lives\nn***as don't know me but they think\nThat we could be closer than homies\nn***a you're phony so quit buyin' drinks\nMind on my money, you're funny, you're about my currency\nn***as don't wanna see me\nShootin', but they ain't worry me, livin' to tell\nPrison is hell for a n***a, they're usin' my bail\nBuilt bigger jails for a n***a\nFather I'm feelin' tired, forgive me, cause I'm a sinner\nLivin' life as a thug, while duckin' cops and the criminals\nHomies is dead and buried, past time has gone\nDon't ask why drink liquor cause my mind is gone\nAnd if I die, then let me watch what we been through\nStarin' at the world through my rearview HUH!\n[Samples]\n(Starin' at the world through my rearview\u200b\u200b\u200b)\n(\u200b\u200b\"Somebody in the house say YEAH!\")\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\u200b\u200bThey caught me starin' at the world through my rearview\u200b\u200b\u200b\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\u200b\u200b\u200b\"tick tock ya don't stop\"\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\u200b\n\"Somebody in the house say YEAH!\"\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\u200b\u200b\u200b\"tick tock ya don't stop\"\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\"Somebody in the house say YEAH!\"\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\u200b\n\u200b\u200b\u200b\"tick tock ya don't stop\"\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\"Somebody in the house say YEAH!\"\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\u200b\u200b\u200b\"tick tock ya don't stop\"\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\"Somebody in the house say YEAH!\"\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\u200b\u200b\u200b\"tick tock ya don't stop\"\n[Collision]\nStarin' at the world through my motherf**ing rearview\nPeep what a n***a trying to say; recognize that a n***a done did it all\nAnd seen it all and got sh** to say to the motherf**ers\nThat ain't seen sh** and did sh** yet\nPeep game, look you little young motherf**ers\nStop running your heads up against brick walls\nThese old n***as got something for you n***a you better listen\nGotta get your over the dump\nYou know, you got to get over the humps ha ha\nStaring at the world through my motherf**ing rearview\nThat's right baby, Thug life, West Side\nd**h Row, outlawz, you what time it is\nStaring at the world through my rearview HUH!\nThey got me staring at the world through my rearview\nAlright\n[Samples]\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\"Somebody in the house say YEAH!\"\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\u200b\u200b\u200b\"tick tock ya don't stop\"\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\n\u200b\u200b\u200b\"tick tock ya don't stop\"\n\" I grabbed the mic and try to say, \"yes, y'all\" \"\u200b",
    "2pac - Gridlock'd 1996 Interview FULL lyrics": "[Female Interviewer]: [?] what drew you to this script into Spoon? or?\n[2Pac]: Well in a way because I felt, upon my release I felt\nlike I wanted to be seen as a completely human being, I'm through, like mimicking characters for people so that they can get a better understanding on what young black males are about. I wanna mimic a whole character so that I can get a better understanding on what man and human beings are about. So now, it's like I don't care about making people understand how we are, that's what I used to do, every part was just about digging deeper into who young black males are, and I feel like I was actor I can do that, I'm interested in that. And \"Spoon\" is my first vengeance break it off into that new philosophy, as far as at being not all sad, not violent, not all serious, it's funny. To somebody who just hear that I'm h**n junky, they'll think \"oh it's just the same thing\", but that's part of love that I'll give when I see them see the movie, and they'll go \"oh\", it's just a h**n addict like you've never seen.\n[Female Interviewer]: [?] so much. Well it's really gotta lot of realism in it, because it mean in real life, you're in horrible situations, made funny happens, and it's too funny.\n[2Pac]: Yeah, yes!, and that's what I like\nand we're like, we always joke mean tender, it's actual reaction stars now we're runnin' the stuff. And if you look at us, we look like the two most unlikely action stars in the world, so he's like, we always joke like \"we're the new Danny Glover and Mel Gibson\", I'm the Mel Gibson, he's the Danny Glover, and that's part of the whole thing now. It's fun for us to do this 'cause he's not used to this and I'm not used to this. Well he's like an actor's actor so he's done every part, Tennis played, the ice cream comb. *2Pac laughs* But I have to play lot of different parts, so it's fun when I do \"do this\" to do with him, it makes me feel comfortable. And I can take his criticisms and his praises more seriously knowin' that he knows what wes talkin' about, cause usually I want to give credit to him, that actor like what he's know but him I can respect.\n[Female Interviewer]: Let's just talk about Spoon for a while cause he's such an interesting character.\nAnd I guess you know, tell us like a little bit of his adventure that he goes on?\n[2Pac]: Spoon, he is a man who hasn't found that peace yet, you know how they say \"you born and you go through things\nand then you go to this big catharsis and you change\". Well he's going though things, he hasn't yet found the door to change. So he's like, in his mid 20's going through his late 20's and still hasn't done anything with his life, except get high and being into this music thing. And he's always been like \"a take I took I got\" take things from this person take things from that person, but with Stretch;he's givin', it's like I'm his guardian and I think that Spoon is scared to move away or walk away from Stretch because he'll not know how empty his life truly is, and how he's really nowhere. So to me is that's good because it talks about the need for friendship and it talks about the bond that our friendship is about, not only me and Stretch, but Stretch and I and Cookie you know what I mean, the bond that we all share, so that's what I think it's deep about that ship.\n[Female Interviewer]: Oh, [?] cause when you start Spoon is the one that decides that you guys should quit.\n[2Pac]: Yeah, no doubt.\n[Female Interviewer]: And you keep play pulling and structuring sorry *laughs*, back to load and get into trouble.\n[2Pac]: he represents euthanasia you know to die slowly, to die painlessly you know what I mean?; that's his character it's 'euthanasia' and my character is reality because I don't wanna die. So when it comes to that point when we get to the door we either die, you know we gotta take that big chance, Stretch has no problem taking that chance because he feels as though he's already dying. So is to die slow, is to die painlessly, whatever fun we can have on the way is what he wants to do, whereas with me it's like I don't wanna die. So I'm constantly getting us out of this drama that he puts us in.\n[Female Interviewer]: [?]\nit's a long, it's a long he learn that in acting cla**, they pa** on seniors\n[*Interviewers laughs*]\n[Female Interviewer]: I know you've done some acting with [?] like 3 or 4 movies, wasn't it a sign that he always interested you?\nor was it like natural [?] that took performing?\n[2Pac]: I believe..\n[Female Interviewer]: This rap is like more performing some music.\n[2Pac]: But when it truly it is I've always been an actor, and rap music, the reason I been successful in rap game I think\nis that I treat my albums like movies, and I treat writing it like I'm a character writing a story, you know for each album whatever I'm going through whatever stage is I'm going through, and I do it vividly with vivid pictures with action and description and the beginning, middle and when it end\nand conflict and redemption, you know things like that. So I feel like I've always been an actor and acting is my first love\nI went to school to perform an arts I studied I wanted to be an actor, but due to the poverty and the natural circumstances that stopped me I'm being poor, homeless and all of that\nI never got a chance to leisurely study acting with great teachers and you know fine into my craft.\nWhat I did do though was throw myself into these streets and learn as many experiences as I could, so now that I have opportunity to relax, exhale and actually work on the craft, I have so many things to draw from and it makes it where I'm comfortable now with this. Where I wasn't doing those other movies,it was just like a hobby. Now I'm an actor and I don't want anybody to take that from me and say \"you're rapper who's acting because you would hardly pay me this and you would hardly get the scenes that you getting if I was a rapper just actin\", you know what I mean?, for the check. So I'm an actor I just happened to rap on my spare time instead of being a waiter.\n[Female Interviewer]: Do you think part of the reason you think so, incredibly successful as a rap artist, also that you create like your songs create a complete character\nthat you can put out there?\n[2Pac]: Yeah, I think that, with my music is like watchin' somebody going through things, my whole career, and I feel like if James Deen was a rapper it'd be me you know what I mean?, or if Marilyn Monroe was a rapper it'd me at the person who you can just watch going through crazy drama and just you know you could either cry, laugh, cheer or whatever, but it's not happen to you, it's happen to them, and I tell you vividly cause I don't that you're not supposed to tell people everything that happens in your life. So I just tell 'em, and that's what I think has made me successful of anything.\n[Female Interviewer]: And now has it become kind of like larger, you know Vondie was stalking being with you on the set and bringing the papers of your [?]\n[2Pac]:Yeah, and I'll be there, Yeah it is that. I guess that's what frustrating and aggravating that I can't live down this big shadow that I made to protect myself, cause it started out just being I need to get it all to ego to keep people away from me and protect myself which everybody does. You know like when somebody breaks into your house and you know he's in the house you wouldn't go in your real voice \"Excuse me, are you breaking into my house\", you would go \"HEY WATCH YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!!\" it's the same thing that I do you know what I mean?. If you out in the wilderness and I'm just one cheap by myself I won't go \"I wanna say my next song, it's called uh..\", I would go \"OHHH, fu*k THE WORLD\" you know what I mean?, and that's worked and not that it's like a total facade, it's me but just blown up and what the media does is if you have ever wanna see anger, just hit the best actor in the world and you show it to your soul, so that's what they do they make me like I'm just any guy in America, when I'm an actor who is just playing his part so well that I look very angry, you know not I'm such a great actor, but anger is easy everybody gets mad, everybody is frustrated, everybody is fed up, so is not very hard part to play you know.\n[Female Interviewer]: Now you created like something that was too good, cause now we're care*ful*\n[2Pac]: not unusually, I mean I made Bob Dole and Delores Tucker into household names you know, along with somebody other rappers, and I made a lot of people, I made politicians you know figure it out what it is they do for living, you know what I mean?, and that's good in way but it's bad in a lot of other ways, we always wanted to spark debate, we always wanted to be noticed but never want it to be this way.\nWhere now all we been shone about it, all this time is better laws and more respect, and all the shine all this is doing now is getting law changed so that we can't shoun about it no more, and we get less respect anyway. So it's frustrating to see this demon that not only the media has created but I take care of responsibility for helping to create that, but it's just like any full blooded all american guy when you in high school you at the party animal then you wanna grow up, but what if you was in high school all your life and nobody wanted to see you go from the party animal to a student or a scholar.\nyou know, it just too much fun, cause what it is they don't have party animal who is just as good as I am who is just articulate and fun to watch and charismatic you know what I mean?, that's what they actually saying, that's how they actually see us, it's not me jocking myself but that's how they feel, it's like \"Oh he is the best velly\" cause at least we can hear what it is we don't like, he sayin' it clear, but if you thought about it; I'm hardly the villain, I'm hardly the one you should be scared of,\nit's the guy that can't talk, it's the guy without a job, it's the one with a scar on his face, not the one clean cat, you know what I mean?, you should be worried about a lot of other things but not me.\n[Female Interviewer]: It's interesting cause you kind of have Spoon as kind of artistically a way out for you and Spoon is looking for\u2026\n[2Pac]: No doubt, he is a way to help my image and I am a way for him to um, my life has been\u2026has made it easy for me to jump into Spoon. Because all I have to do is think where will I be if I stayed on those paths, and I will be Spoon. Because he is articulate, talented, he's just a junkie. So where would I be at had I took these chances, hadn't I gone all out, hadn't I done the things that made to a milestone, medialized, I would be Spoon. I would still be a very talented human being no one knew about, that no one interviews, that no one gave movie parts to. So whatever I do good or bad, has got me out of where I was, got me out of the jaws of d**h. So now that I'm out of the jaws of d**h, I don't mind all the foggy breaths and the people who don't like what I said to get out of there. I'm just happy I'm not there anymore. And what I say is like, it's like when you see\u2026it's kind of hypocritical because people love to have mercy and sympathy for everything, from the animals to whales to ferrets to everything except us; your youth, the ones who you have given no attention to, who become adults with no compa**ion. I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walking on the concrete and you saw rose growing out a concrete, even if it had messed up pedals, and it was a little to the side, you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete. So why is it when you see some ghetto kid grow out of all the dirtiest circumstances, and he could talk, he could sit across from you, make you smile, make you cry, make you laugh, all you could talk about is my dirty rose, my dirty stems, and how I'm leaning crooked to the side, you can't even see that I came out of that sh**. And that's exactly the an*logy it is to me. \n\n\n\n[Female Interviewer]: That is good, um I just want to get back to the movie interview for a moment though,\n[2Pac]: Yeah a movie, we're doing one.\n*Interviewer laughs*\n[Interviewer]: or your next song\u2026.\n[2Pac]: *laughs* Nah.\n[Female Interviewer]: That's good. What about working with Vondie, have you known him before\u2026\n[2Pac]: I hadn't saw him before, I hadn't saw the things he did. Once I met him, I was open to work with him. He wasn't tripping off me and I wasn't tripping off him, there was no ego thing, it was just good to work with somebody, get direction from somebody who didn't bring baggage along. I felt like he never knew what was going on. Like when I was telling him, \u2018yeah I gotta go to court' and he's like \u2018huh?,' \u2018Yeah I gotta do these', 'huh?'. He didn't know what was going on. This is like yeah just be at work, so I like that it made it comfortable for me. It took a lot of pressure from me. Instead of usually when I meet directors that are like \u2018uhhh\u2026.Hi.' *2Pac laughs*\n[Female Interviewer]: We talked a little bit about it but can you talk a little bit more about your relationship with Tim Roth and what its like working with him.\n[2Pac]; it's fun, I always joke like I'm training him but really he's teaching me. You know, not teaching me as far as \u2018listen, watch this' but teaching me as far as watching him. It gives me confidence to do what I'm doing. Because at first I was intimidated like you know, here is this guy trained and learned and he's who they think as one of the best actors who I also think that. But I mean, as far as equally across the board, everybody loves him. Everybody thinks he has talent and didn't study that way. I didn't study at all really, you don't count high school, so I look at it as being like\u2026when he tells me like you know, oh yeah I fell at you. Then I know that even though I didn't study like he studied, I'm getting the same result, gives me confidence. I could work with anybody now and I wouldn't be you know, like \u2018what do you think,' we totally comfortable because that was the last puzzle. I know I'm good to my people, I know I'm good to my folks, all of my peers love me, my generation. But if you can say \u2018you're on the right track, as long as you can do this,' His thing is like methodical, by the book. It's like he gets there by sudden path and mine is like just close your eyes and when its time to turn the camera on, put yourself in that position, You know the character and do what he would do like fresh. So It's the opposite but it's fun, it's like riveting to be there. And while he's doing his and I'm doing mine, if we get the scene right, I know that we're in the right track. It makes me comfortable, it gives me confidence.\n[Female Interviewer]: Are you excited for all your fans to see you?\n[2Pac]: Yeah, I'm excited for both of our fans, I'm excited for the movie theatre always, I'm excited for the sight that it'll be in that theatre when people come to see my movie is coming and people come to see Tim's movie coming, Vondie's verse coming, Thandie's fans coming, people who wanna hear the soundtrack coming, they all be in the theatre like \u2018did you see who's back there,' it's gon' be that type of a theatre. All over America. That's what I'm happy about. I bet you there is more comedy in the theatre then there is on the screen. Just as long as different types of people being in what spot together and that's what's teal good, that's what movie making is about. Because acting really is not saving the world, we just making them feel good while we all go through the motions so that's whats dope is that we can all put us all in that one spot. Especially in this time in history where we are in America, in a country, in a world, it be all good to get us in there on some happy sh**. No murders, no racism, just happy sh**.\n[Female Interviewer]: yeah and I mean I'm sure some people who are gonna go like \u2018oh it's like a black guy and a white guy that are friends \u2018 and that has nothing to do with it.\n[2Pac]: It's never like that, and people are gonna trip because Tim is saying n***a and I'm calling him white boy. What we try to do is like take the alcohol off the room. Once somebody keep hitting the room like this thirty times. Somebody could be saying n***a in the theatre and they gon' laugh at it because we just turned it into a comedy. We just turned it into this innocent white boy who thinks that saying n***a will get him accepted because he hears all the black guys say it and turn it into black guys just realizing what we say and how \u2018white boy' just as harmful as saying \u2018honkey' and all of that sh** hurts them just as much as \u2018n***a' hurts us. You don't even realize it so when you see the movie you will see how all of us just bounce the word off so casually in the streets that we don't realize it.\n[Female Interviewer]: it's also kinda cool that there are, on the surface they say oh two junkies that are whatever, whatever. But the interesting thing is two great guys who really like and they have so much humanity, that I think for audience goers who would be like oh why am I so worried about [?] or something\u2026\n[2Pac]: Right\u2026.\n[Female Interviewer]: hey they just like two guys who can make it through the system. You gotta get your license at the DMB with like a little text\u2026,\n[2Pac]: We're like, junkies like how people have to have coffee every morning. That's the type of junkies we are. How, you know someone likes chocolate or how like some women like being with guys who beat them up or\u2026we have addictions. It's not like junkies as far as we just like f**ing our lives off excuse me. It's more like we have addictions, we just go through these addictions,\n[Female Interview]: Well there is now point too where they just need to they're not getting high, they're just like staying level.\n[2Pac]: Right, being numb annuitizing ourselves to the world. We all do that and everybody does that that's why no one is gonna trip off the fact that we're junkies they gon' just think we're them.\n[Female Interviewer]: and you know well, I don't know but I didn't wanna ask this question though, do you even think democracy? Which these guys certainly having and you're constantly doing some of the [?] acting scenes.\n[2Pac]: I'm so in tune to this. I done so much research, I've done it so much involuntary research of the bureaucracy of the American government that I'm an expert and also a consultant of a film for it. So it's like that. I know I have it, I know all the run arounds so I'm going to court now for some things that I did when I didn't have any hair on my face. So know what I mean, that's how it goes.\n[Female Interviewer]: what about the three characters Spoon, Stretch and Cookie, what's the dynamic going on there.\n[2Pac]: I think\u2026I bet you Vondie didn't think this but I think that it's like a\u2026it personifies our relationships. As far as human being out there right now, as far as like umm, that's how we are now, like no one's s**ual preferences are outlined definitely anymore and relationships are not outlined definitely anymore. Marriages are not such a serious statement anymore. I'm sure Mr. Dole and Mrs. Tucker would like it to be that way but it isn't. People are more like into just discovering and exploring relationships and seeing where it leads them instead of labeling them and then living that part, then more like just being together again and after 10 years you realize you're living in a relationship with two girls and two guys you know what I mean. So it's like that. We jumped inside this relationship that's been going on for a while, and it's me Spoon Loving Cookie and loving Stretch. Not s**ually but as a friend, as a best friend. And it's Stretch loving me as a best friend and loving Cookie s**ually but not physically. It's like that intense desire to be with them but because he loved her so much, as you see them in the movie he can't be with her. There is something that will keep them apart.\n[Female Interviewer]: And you had a friend like Stretch who had that kind of like really open\u2026\n[2Pac]: Mm hmm, I had a friend named John Cole, who was blonde and his hair down to his shoulders, and had blue eyes and looked like America's vision of the perfect guy, But he was all torn up inside because things that happened to his life and he was curious like Stretch and I was all torn up inside at the time that we met and we met and he had money and I didn't. And he put me through high school, that's how I got through the school of performing arts. He snuck me up to his house so his parents didn't see us so spent the night there. We went to school, I dressed in his clothes because it was fun for him to not have, and it was fun for me to not have. It was fun for him to hear rap music blaring out the speakers and it was fun for me to show it to him. It was fun for me to hear Sting and to hear like that Beatles had put things at the end of their record and to know all of these like historic things about music that I never knew, that I would never have known had we not crossed paths that is really defined me as an artist today and the diversity that I can choose from today and what I would play in my car today and what would make me stand out is from that union. So Stretch is that, I know it, I know him. And it has nothing to do with black or white, it has to do with curiosity and just being mixed up. Having the cultures mixed up and watching what happens when it happens. That's how it should be I think in this world. Everybody should get a partner, show him your hood, he shows you his hood, that's your guardian. bet you, we have a lot less problems.\n[Female Interviewer]; What's going on speaking in music? what you doing on right now?\n[2Pac]: Well, I'm approaching the six million mark on my album All Eyez On Me. I'm working on the soundtrack for this movie. Working on my next project, it's a group call the Outlawz, it's my little cousins little bad a** kids that I got in school and promised I put a project out for. After that I have a girl from London name Rachel who songs gon' be on the project who sings and I'ma produce her album and break the barrier on what Tupac can do. Started a production company working on some movies on my own. Just wanna push forward.\n[Female Interviewer 2]: [In audible question]\n[2Pac]: Well d**hrow is gonna do the soundtrack. We got Nate Dogg doing his beautiful song call \"Never Leave Me Alone\" singing with Snoop Dogg rapping on it. Snoop has given me a song call Street Life it's him rapping and I do guest appearances, it's the bomb. I got this reggae guy chanting on it. And then we got Chelle about time, straight out of London, I flew her out here. Got the song. We have Damon Wax doing a song, one of the producers. Everything but the girl. A lot of things, now it's like everything stuck on my own. We doing a lot of covers like old songs that are. Danny Boy is gonna do a \"Change Is Gonna Come\", Sick Feet is doing a song call \"Consider Me\", It's one of the best songs ever made, I'm glad to be a part of it. that I was talking about misogynist and all that. These guys are doing a song about a guy talking about you know, why do women always want the guys with money and the guys that are rude to them. Why don't they want the pudgy guys that stays at home that will teach your kids how to play basketball stuff like that. So it's a good soundtrack, it's diverse, as diverse as the cast. Guaranteed to shake and we're doing it like volume one and volume two. Volume one is the soundtrack for the movie, volume two is just all the atmosphere for the streets. It's all like the rap and the r&b and the thugs and volume is like the mix of everything.",
    "2pac - Guess Who's Back lyrics": "Guess who's back?\nDrop the drums, here it comes, only got\nTwo minutes to bounce, and every second counts\nBetter press, wreck on your tech, here we go, set pa** the Moet\nMy trickery's more slippery when wet\nWicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip\nIt'll kick, if the ba** line's thick, it's a hit\nEverybody's got a mic now, its like a hobby\nBut more like a job, 'cause bootleggers trying to rob me\nAnd little man wants to be a rap, star\nMake papes, hit skins, drive a fat car\nIt ain't easy, sleazy even\nDeceiving those we, believe in\nNo benefits, just tricks and chicks\nKnock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to lick\nI shoot a gift, til there ain't none left\nAnd if I find that the track sound def\nI catch wreck till I lose my breath\nThat's how it goes in the land of broke\nI dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough\nNow I suppose I'm the bad guy, why?\nI say, \"Hi,\" and try to stay high\nLife's a mess don't stress, test, of giving\nBut be thankful that you're living blessed\nGuess who's back, coming back with the track supplied\nBy Special Ed and AK, coming right and exact\nI'm fighting it back, now snap, where they at? \n\n\n\nWhen it's time to go to combat, guess who's back\nGuess who's back?\nGuess who's back?\nGuess who's back?\nGuess who's back?\n\"Yes I'm back\"\n\"Tupac is\"\nBack!\nDrop the drums, here it comes, only got\nOne minute to bounce, and every second counts\nI went from hustling dicks, to making hits, busting flicks\nNow I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six\nI pull my 'capes on tapes, and make, papes\nTrace the ba**, to the tape with the baddest ba** to date\nI try to shake it but the pace is hard to break\nGood thoughts I wait, 'cause they hate my black take\nYeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap race\nBut if ya got a black face, its a rat race\nI struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes\nTrying to survive in the trials and lawsuits\nEverybody wants to test me, why me?\nNo lie, n***as cried when they try me\nGiving up the roughness, justice\nI'ma bust as I'm ripping up 'nough hits\nAnd guess who's back? No longer trapped\nCause I snapped on the ones that held me back, feel the contact\nRide the track, get I grip as I flip\nGhetto wickedness I kick, guess who's back?\nGuess who's back?\n\"Yes I'm back, 'cause I never did front\"",
    "2pac - Hail Mary lyrics": "Makaveli in this\nk**uminati, all through your body\nThe blow's like a twelve gauge shotty\nFeel me! (Come with me, Hail Mary n***a)\nAnd God said he should send his one begotten son (Hail Mary n***a, run quick see)\nTo lead the wild into the ways of the man (what do we have here, now)\n(Do you want to ride or die) Follow me (La dadada, la la la la)\nEat my flesh, flesh and my flesh\nCome with me\nHail Mary n***a run quick see\nWhat do we have here now\nDo you want to ride or die\nLa dadada, la la la la\nI ain't a k**er, but don't push me\nRevenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting p**y\nPicture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted\nPeeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it\nBow down, pray to God, hoping that he's listening\nSeeing n***as coming for me, through my diamonds, when they glistening\nNow pay attention, bless me please Father, I'm a ghost\nIn these k**ing fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go\nLet's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman\nScreams, in the dark, evil lurks\nEnemies, see me flee\nActivate my hate, let it break to the flame\nSet trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim\nSome say the game is all corrupt and f**ed in this sh**\nStuck, n***as is lucky if we bust out this sh**, and plus\nMama told me never stop until I bust a nut\nf** the world if they can't adjust\nIt's just as well, Hail Mary\nCome with me\nHail Mary n***a run quick see\nWhat do we have here now\nDo you want to ride or die\nLa dadada, la la la la\nCome with me\nHail Mary n***a run quick see\nWhat do we have here now\nDo you want to ride or die\nLa dadada, la la la la\nPenitentiaries is packed with promise-makers\nNever realize the precious time that b**h n***as is wasting\nInstutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble\nBut too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble\nWe ballin' catch me father please, cause I'm fallin'\nIn the liquor store pa** the Hennessy I hear ya callin'\nCan I get some more?\nHell, 'til I reach hell, I ain't scared\nMama checking in my bedroom, I ain't there\nI got a head with no screws in it, what can I do?\nOne life to live but I got nothing to lose\nJust me and you on a one way trip to prison\nSelling d**, we all wrapped up in this living life as thugs\nTo my homeboys in Clinton Max doing their bid\nRaise hell to this real sh** and feel this\nWhen they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark\nThugging eternal through my heartnow Hail Mary n***a\nCome with me\nHail Mary n***a run quick see\nWhat do we have here now\nDo you want to ride or die\nLa dadada, la la la la \n\n\n\nCome with me\nHail Mary n***a run quick see\nWhat do we have here now\nDo you want to ride or die\nLa dadada, la la la la\nThey got a APB out on my thug family\nSince the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks\nOur enemies die now, walk around half dead\nHead down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and Thai\nChronic, mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high\nVisions of me, thug-living, getting me by\nForever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs\nWhen I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs\nPeep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me\nBrain kind of cloudy, smoked out, feeling rowdy\nReady to wet the party up, and whoever and that mothaf**a\nNasty new street slugger, my heat seeks s**ers\nOn the regular, mashing in a stolen Black Ac' Integra\nco*ked back, 60 seconds til the draw that's when I'm deadin' ya feet first\nYou've got a nice Gat but my heat's worse\nFrom a thug to preaching church, I gave you love, now you eating dirt\nNeeding work and I ain't the n***a to put you on\n'Cause word is bond, when I was broke I had to hustle 'til dawn\nThat's when sun came up, there's only one way up\nHold your head and stay up to all my n***as, get your pay and weight up\nIf it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks\nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?\nTo this sh** I don't got be the sh** I gotta take\nDealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate\nIf it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks\nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?\nTo this sh** I don't got be the sh** I gotta take\nDealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate\nCome with me\nHail Mary n***a run quick see\nWhat do we have here now (We've been traveling on this weary road)\nDo you want to ride or die\nLa dadada, la la la la (Sometimes life can take a heavy load)\nCome with me (But we ride, ride it like a bullet)\nHail Mary n***a run quick see (Hail Mary, Hail Mary)\nWhat do we have here now (We won't worry, everything well curry)\nDo you want to ride or die\nLa dadada, la la la la (Free like the bird in the tree)\nCome with me (We won't worry, everything well curry)\nHail Mary n***a run quick see (Yes we free like the bird in the tree)\nWhat do we have here now (We running from the penitentiary)\nDo you want to ride or die (This is the time for we liberty, Hail Mary)\nLa dadada, la la la la (Hail Mary)\nCome with me\nHail Mary n***a run quick see\nWhat do we have here now\nDo you want to ride or die\nLa dadada, la la la la\nWestside, Outlawz\nMakaveli the Don, Solo\nk**uminati, The 7 Days",
    "2pac - Hail Mary (Az\u0259ric\u0259) lyrics": "[Giri\u015f: 2Pac]\nMakaveli burada, k**uminati\nV\u00fccuduna t\u0259sir ed\u0259r\n12 kalibrl\u0131q kimi partlayar, hiss et m\u0259ni!\nV\u0259 Tanr\u0131 dedi ki: birc\u0259 O\u011flu'nu insanl\u0131q \u00fc\u00e7\u00fcn verm\u0259liymi\u015f\nM\u0259ni izl\u0259yin! \u018ftimi yeyin, \u0259td\u0259n al\u0131nma \u0259timi\n[N\u0259qar\u0259t: 2Pac]\nM\u0259niml\u0259 g\u0259l!\nHail Mary, tez qa\u00e7 g\u0259l\nBax g\u00f6r burada n\u0259yimiz var?\nOv mu, ov\u00e7u mu olmaq ist\u0259yirs\u0259n?\nLa la-la-la la la la la\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nM\u0259n bir qatil deyil\u0259m, amma m\u0259ni buna zorlama\n\u0130ntiqam almaq amc\u0131q almaqdan sonrak\u0131 kef ver\u0259n \u015feydir\nParaqraflar\u0131n bo\u015fald\u0131ld\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcn\u00fcn, bilg\u0259 s\u00f6zl\u0259ri al\u0131nt\u0131 el\u0259dim\nRap oyunundak\u0131 z\u0259ifliyi g\u00f6rd\u00fcm v\u0259 kopyas\u0131n\u0131 \u00e7\u0131xard\u0131m\nDiz \u00e7\u00f6k, Tanr\u0131'ya dua et, \u00fcmid edir\u0259m bizi dinl\u0259yir\nM\u00fcc\u0259vh\u0259rl\u0259rim par\u0131ldad\u0131\u011f\u0131 \u00fc\u00e7\u00fcn \u00fcst\u00fcm\u0259 g\u0259l\u0259n z\u0259ncil\u0259ri g\u00f6r\u0259 bilir\u0259m\n\u0130ndi diqq\u0259t et, l\u00fctf\u0259n m\u0259ni qoru, Ata, m\u0259n \u00f6l\u00fcm \u0259razil\u0259rind\u0259ki ruham\n\u018fg\u0259r ged\u0259rs\u0259m, m\u0259ni tut Hail Mary\nQaranl\u0131qda q\u0131\u015fq\u0131ran d\u0259li adam\u0131n beynind\u0259ki d\u0259rinlikl\u0259r\u0259 ged\u0259k\n\u015eeytan pusquda, d\u00fc\u015fm\u0259nl\u0259r h\u0259r yerd\u0259, qa\u00e7\u0131ram\nNifr\u0259timi aktivl\u0259\u015fdirir\u0259m, alova do\u011fru partlamas\u0131 \u00fc\u00e7\u00fcn buraxd\u0131m\nT\u0259hl\u00fck\u0259sizlik k\u0259m\u0259rini a\u00e7\u0131b silah\u0131m\u0131n b\u00fct\u00fcn maqazinini bo\u015faldaram, h\u0259d\u0259f alma\u011f\u0131 \u0259sla buraxmam\nB\u0259zil\u0259ri oyunun m\u0259hv oldu\u011funu v\u0259 poxa sar\u0131ld\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 deyir\n\u018fg\u0259r biz z\u0259ncil\u0259r m\u00f6ht\u0259\u015f\u0259ml\u0259r yarada bildiys\u0259k, siz z\u0259ncil\u0259r \u015fansl\u0131s\u0131n\u0131z\nAyr\u0131ca, anam bo\u015falana q\u0259d\u0259r dayanmama\u011f\u0131m\u0131 s\u00f6yl\u0259di\nSikim d\u00fcnyan\u0131, \u0259g\u0259r ayaq uydurmasalar, yax\u015f\u0131 ki uydurdular\n[N\u0259qar\u0259t: 2Pac]\nM\u0259niml\u0259 g\u0259l!\nHail Mary, tez qa\u00e7 g\u0259l\nBax g\u00f6r burada n\u0259yimiz var?\nOv mu, ov\u00e7u mu olmaq ist\u0259yirs\u0259n?\nLa la-la-la la la la la\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nH\u0259bsxan*lar s\u00f6z verib tutmayanlarla doludur\nOrada x\u0259rcl\u0259dikl\u0259ri d\u0259y\u0259rli zaman\u0131n f\u0259rqin\u0259 varmad\u0131 qanc\u0131qlar\nBax\u0131m evind\u0259ki kimidirl\u0259r, h\u0259yat\u0131m eynil\u0259 tozla\u015fd\u0131r\u0131lan bir m\u0259hsul kimi\nG\u00fcl\u00fcms\u0259m\u0259k \u00e7ox \u00e7\u0259tindir, t\u0259vaz\u00f6kar olmaq \u00fc\u00e7\u00fcn \u00e7ox d\u0259liyik; biz g\u0259zirik\nQurtar m\u0259ni, ata, l\u00fctf\u0259n, \u00e7\u00fcnki i\u00e7ki d\u00fckan\u0131na girm\u0259k \u00fczr\u0259y\u0259m\nHennessy'i ver m\u0259n\u0259, \"biraz daha ala bil\u0259r\u0259m?\" dediyini e\u015fid\u0259 bilir\u0259m\nC\u0259h\u0259nn\u0259m\u0259, ta ki c\u0259h\u0259nn\u0259m\u0259 ged\u0259n\u0259 kimi kims\u0259d\u0259n qorxmam\nAnam ota\u011f\u0131ma bax\u0131r, amma m\u0259n orda deyil\u0259m\nBir ne\u00e7\u0259 taxtam \u0259ksikdir, n\u0259 ed\u0259 bil\u0259r\u0259m?\nYa\u015fayacaq bir h\u0259yat\u0131m var, itir\u0259c\u0259k is\u0259 he\u00e7 bir \u015feyim\nAncaq s\u0259n v\u0259 m\u0259n, h\u0259bsxanaya do\u011fru t\u0259k t\u0259r\u0259fli bir yolday\u0131q\nBiz\u0259 gangster olaraq narkotik satmaq \u00f6yr\u0259dildi\nClinton Max h\u0259bsxanas\u0131nda yatan dostlar\u0131ma; qiyam\u0259t qopar\u0131n v\u0259 bunu hiss edin\n\u0130\u015f\u0131qlar s\u00f6n\u0259nd\u0259 orada olacam\nQ\u0259lbim vasit\u0259sil\u0259 sonuna q\u0259d\u0259r Thug olacam \n\n\n\n[N\u0259qar\u0259t: 2Pac]\nM\u0259niml\u0259 g\u0259l!\nHail Mary, tez qa\u00e7 g\u0259l\nBax g\u00f6r burada n\u0259yimiz var?\nOv mu, ov\u00e7u mu olmaq ist\u0259yirs\u0259n?\nLa la-la-la la la la la\n[Verse 3: Kastro]\nM\u0259nim Thug ail\u0259m\u0259 axtar\u0131\u015f b\u00fclleteni \u00e7\u0131xard\u0131lar\n\u00c7\u00fcnki Outlawz k\u00fc\u00e7\u0259l\u0259ri q\u0259hb\u0259l\u0259r kimi y\u00f6n\u0259dir\nD\u00fc\u015fm\u0259nl\u0259rimiz indi \u00f6l\u00fcd\u00fcr, m\u0259n is\u0259 yar\u0131-\u00f6l\u00fc g\u0259z\u0259n\u0259m\nBa\u015f\u0131m a\u015fa\u011f\u0131da, kefim Hennessy v\u0259 Thai otundan dolay\u0131 \u00e7ox yax\u015f\u0131d\u0131r\nQar\u0131\u015fd\u0131rd\u0131m ikisini, indi is\u0259 da\u011f\u0131ld\u0131m, s\u0259rxo\u015fam v\u0259 marixuana \u00e7\u0259kmi\u015f\u0259m\n\u00d6z\u00fcm\u00fc d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcn\u00fcr\u0259m, Thug h\u0259yat\u0131m\u0131, ke\u00e7\u0259n g\u00fcnl\u0259rimi\nSonsuza q\u0259d\u0259r ya\u015fayaram, biz b\u00f6l\u00fcn\u0259rik, amma \u00f6lm\u0259rik, Thug'lar say\u0259sind\u0259 h\u0259yatda qald\u0131m\nM\u0259n \u00f6ld\u00fcy\u00fcmd\u0259 dostlar\u0131m a\u011flamayacaq, intiqam\u0131m\u0131 almad\u0131qlar\u0131n\u0131 m\u00fcdd\u0259td\u0259\n[Verse 4: Young Noble]\n\u018ftraf\u0131mda v\u0259 yax\u0131n\u0131mda olanlar\u0131 g\u00f6zl\u0259ml\u0259y\u0259r\u0259m\nBeynim dumanl\u0131, \u0259srar \u00e7\u0259kdim, bomba kimi hiss edir\u0259m\nPartiy\u0259 v\u0259 anas\u0131n\u0131 sikdikl\u0259rimi \u00f6ld\u00fcrm\u0259y\u0259 haz\u0131ram, yeni k\u00fc\u00e7\u0259 u\u015fa\u011f\u0131yam\nTapan\u00e7am h\u0259r zaman axmaqlar\u0131 axtarar\nO\u011furluq Black Ac' Integra'dan s\u00fcr\u0259tliy\u0259m\nSilah\u0131m\u0131 a\u015fa\u011f\u0131 sald\u0131m, at\u0259\u015f a\u00e7ana kimi 60 saniy\u0259n var\nV\u0259 bu s\u0259ni \u00f6ld\u00fcrd\u00fcy\u00fcm and\u0131r, c\u0259s\u0259din qalar\nYax\u015f\u0131 silah\u0131n var, amma m\u0259nimki daha s\u0259rt\nGangsterlikd\u0259n vaiz\u0259 ke\u00e7i\u015f ed\u0259r\u0259m\nM\u0259n s\u0259n\u0259 sevgi verdim, indi is\u0259 a\u011fz\u0131n torpaqla dolu\n\u0130\u015f\u0259 ehtiyac\u0131n var, amma m\u0259n\u0259 s\u0259n\u0259 i\u015f tapan biri deyil\u0259m\n\u00c7\u00fcnki, s\u00f6z\u00fcm s\u0259n\u0259tdir\nKas\u0131b olark\u0259n g\u00fcn a\u011farana kimi \u00e7abalamal\u0131 idim\nY\u0259ni, g\u00fcn \u00e7\u0131xanad\u0259k, sad\u0259c\u0259 t\u0259k yol var\nBa\u015f\u0131n\u0131 a\u015fa\u011f\u0131da tut v\u0259 dimdik dur\nDostlar\u0131m, pulunuzu al\u0131n v\u0259 mal\u0131n\u0131z\u0131 satma\u011fa davam edin\n[K\u00f6rp\u00fc: Kadafi]\n\u018fg\u0259r ba\u015flam\u0131\u015fsa, ba\u015flam\u0131\u015f dem\u0259kdir, beat g\u0259ldiyi zaman par\u00e7alayar\u0131q\nOutlawz pulun arxas\u0131yca gedir, s\u0259n d\u0259 mi?\nAlmaq ist\u0259dikl\u0259rimi almal\u0131yam\nTaleyiml\u0259 \u0259ll\u0259\u015fir\u0259m, \u00fcmid edir\u0259m ki, Tanr\u0131 qap\u0131lar\u0131n\u0131 ba\u011flamaz \u00fcz\u00fcm\u0259\n[N\u0259qar\u0259t: 2Pac]\nM\u0259niml\u0259 g\u0259l!\nHail Mary, tez qa\u00e7 g\u0259l\nBax g\u00f6r burada n\u0259yimiz var?\nOv mu, ov\u00e7u mu olmaq ist\u0259yirs\u0259n?\nLa la-la-la la la la la\n[N\u0259qar\u0259t m\u00fcdd\u0259tind\u0259: Prince Ital Joe]\nBu yor\u011fun yolda s\u0259yah\u0259t edirik\nB\u0259z\u0259n h\u0259yat a\u011f\u0131r bir y\u00fck ala bil\u0259r\nAmma biz minirik, g\u00fcll\u0259 kimi s\u00fcr\u0259tliyik\nHail Mary, Hail Mary\nNarahat olmayaca\u011f\u0131q, h\u0259r \u015fey tumarlay\u0131c\u0131 olacaq\nA\u011facdak\u0131 qu\u015f kimi s\u0259rb\u0259sts\u0259n\nNarahat olmayaca\u011f\u0131q, h\u0259r \u015fey tumarlay\u0131c\u0131 olacaq\nB\u0259li, a\u011facdak\u0131 qu\u015f kimi s\u0259rb\u0259stik\nH\u0259bsxanadan qa\u00e7\u0131r\u0131q\nAzadl\u0131q zaman\u0131 g\u0259ldi; hail Mary, hail Mary!\n[\u00c7\u0131x\u0131\u015f: 2Pac]\nWestside, Outlawz\nMakaveli the Don, yaln\u0131z\nk**uminati, The 7 Days",
    "2pac - Hail Mary Nu Mixx lyrics": "Makaveli in this, k**uminati, all through your body\nThe blow's like a twelve gauge shotty, feel me\nAnd God said, \"He should send his one begotten son\nTo lead the wild into the ways of the man\nFollow me, eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh\" Come with me, Hail Mary\nRun quick see, what do we have here\nNow, do you wanna ride or die? I ain't a k**er but don't push me, revenge is like the sweetest joy\nNext to gettin' p**y, picture paragraphs unloaded\nWise words bein' quoted, peeped the weakness in the rap game\nAnd sewed it, bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin'\nSeein' n***az comin' for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin' Now pay attention, rest in peace father, I'm a ghost in these k**in' fields\nHail Mary, catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind\nOf a madman who screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies\nSee me flee, activate my hate, let it break, to the flame, set trip Empty out my clip, never stop to aim, some say, \"The game is all corrupted\", f**ed in this sh**, stuck, n***az is lucky\nIf we bust out this sh**, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut\nf** the world if they can't adjust, it's just as well, Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary\nRun quick see, what do we have here\nNow, do you wanna ride or die? Come with me, Hail Mary\nRun quick see, what do we have here\nNow, do you wanna ride or die? Penitentiaries is packed with promise makes\nNever realize the precious time the b**h n***az is wastin'\nInstutionalized, I lived my life a product made to crumble\nBut too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble\nWe ballin', catch me father please, 'cause I'm fallin' In the liquor store, that's the hennessee I hear ya callin'\nCan I get some more? Hail til I reach hell, I ain't scared\nMama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there\nI got a head with no screws in it, what can I do\nOne life to live but I got nuttin' to lose, just me and you On a one way trip to prison, sellin' d**\nWe all wrapped up in this livin' life as thugs\nTo my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin' they bid\nRaise hell to this real sh** and feel this\nWhen they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark\nThuggin' eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary, n***a Come with me, Hail Mary\nRun quick see, what do we have here\nNow, do you wanna ride or die? Come with me, Hail Mary \n\n\n\nRun quick see, what do we have here\nNow, do you wanna ride or die? They got a APB, out on my thug family since the Outlawz\nRun these streets, like these skanless freaks\nOur enemies die now, walk around half dead\nHead down, K blasted off hennessee and Thai Tryin' it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high\nVisions of me, Thug livin' gettin' me by forever live\nAnd I multiply survived by thugs, when I die they won't cry\nUnless they comin' with slugs Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin' on around me\nBrain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin' rowdy\nReady to wet the party up and whoever in that motherf**er\nNasty new street, slugger my heat seeks s**ers On the regular mashin' in a black Ac Integ-ra\nco*k back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya\nFeet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse\nFrom a thug to preachin' church, I gave you love now you eatin' dirt Needin' work and I ain't the n***a to put you on\n'Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn\nThat's when sun came up, there's only one way up\nHold ya head and stay up, to all my n***az get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase\nCan you relate to this sh**? I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take\nDealin' with fate, hoping God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks, Outlawz on a paper chase\nCan you relate to this sh** I don't got, be the sh**, I gotta take\nDealin' with fate, hoping God don't close the gate Come with me, Hail Mary\nRun quick see, what do we have here\nNow, do you wanna ride or die? Come with me, Hail Mary\nRun quick see, what do we have here\nNow, do you wanna ride or die? We've been traveling on this wavy road long time\nTil I be take off this load but we ride, ride it like a bullet\nHail Mary, Hail Mary, we won't worry everything will come real\nFree like the bird in the tree, we won't worry everything will come real\nYes, we free like the bird in the tree we runni' from the penitentiary\nThis is the time for we liberty, Hail Mary, Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary\nRun quick see, what do we have here\nNow, do you wanna ride or die? Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, k**uminati, The 7 Days",
    "2pac - Hail Mary Remix lyrics": "[Intro - 2Pac]\nHere we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school\nAll these motherf**ers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island\nQueens, and all the motherf**ers that laid it down, the foundation\nYa know what I'm saying? Nothing but love for the old school\nThat's who were going do this one for, ya feel me?\nBVD's and sh**\nAin't nothin' like the motherf**in' old school, n***a\nAnd I know you kinda like reminiscin' when I just freak it to ya like that\nSo why don't you flip that sh** for these motherf**ers and like, you know\nReally just let them see how you picture the old school\nCause it ain't the same for every motherf**er, you feel me?\nSo, uh, take us back, n***a\n[Verse 1 - K. Jayz]\nI remember back when I was younger\nI mean back when a n***a was still wearin' Pampers\nI would listen to Nas and Lauryn Hill\n\u201cIf I Ruled the World\u201d, that sh** was so surreal\n\u201cKeep Ya Head Up\u201d wasn't really advice I would listen to\nCause n***as would talk about me\nAnd I was so misconstrued about what I'm supposed to do\nEveryday, makin' so many mistakes\nCruisin' down that ride, listen to mixtapes\nI remember Christmas Day, my first boombox\nA li'l kid blastin' loud music\nBoondocks\nI listened to 2Pac, Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre\nAnd n***as my age wasn't doin' the same thing\nThey steady listenin' to new millennium music\nThey were good, but now they all just abusin' hip-hop\nAnd I just won't stand for it\nThat's why I make real music to pamper it\n[Hook x2 - 2Pac]\nCome with me\nHail Mary, n***a, run quick see\nWhat do we have here now?\nDo you wanna ride or die?\nLa da da da, la la la la\n[Verse 2 - 2Pac]\nI remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raising hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. & Rakim was, the sh** to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\nAnd Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill\nHad my homies on the hill getting ill, when sh** was real\nWent out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane \n\n\n\nWhen De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game\nI can't explain how it was, Whodini\nHad me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\nThem block parties in the projects, and on my block\nYou diggy don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\nThrough my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\nListen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\nWith T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\nRemember \"Push It\" was the bomb sh**, nuttin like the old school\nRemember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di\nGaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remember\nBreakdancing to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nothing like the old school!\n[Outro - 2Pac]\nAye, on the real though, ain't nothin' like the old school\nAye, I was at Latin Quarters, n***a, when Eric B. and Rakim did \u201cI Ain't No Joke\u201d for the first time\nAye, remember motherf**ers used to get they gold chain snatched? Remember that sh**?\nRemember seeing Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherf**ing party?\nRemember how f**ers used to go, \"Is Brooklyn in the house?\"\nAnd motherf**ers would lose they God Damn Mind!\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin'\nI remember goin' places that motherf**ers was scared to say\nThey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that sh** was the bomb\nBack in the motherf**ing old school, n***a\nRemember skelly, n***a? Knocking n***as out the box, popping boxes?\nRemember stickball? Member n***as to run that sh** like that?\nRemember the block? Remember screaming up at your moms from the window?\nThe ice cream truck, remember all the mother-\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish n***as comin down\nWith the coconut icey's and sh**?",
    "2pac - Happy Home lyrics": "Home man, hey, let's turn this house into a happy home\nThis for all the homeboys that couldn't get they happy home\nLet's turn this house into a happy home\nLong as one of us got it, some of us got it\nLet's turn this house into a happy home\nYou know how that is, stay down for mine\nOutlaw, look\nNow we've been kickin' it for quite some time\nRemained beside me through my trials in this life of crime\nWe divorced so many times I forgot to count\nI never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house\nRemember back in December when we was tight?\nSippin' Alize and Cristal, whylin' every night, in my bedroom!\nPromised that I commit to you soon\nTongue-kissed me every time you seen me step inside a room\nStraight out the hood\nWe promised to be good to each other, plus I love you\nSo I know you gon' make a good mother\nJust try to understand if I change at times\nIt's only 'cause I never owned anything that's mine\nSo I'm tryin' you can stay with my momma but keep the drama to a low\nNever call the police, I never call you b**h and ho\nWe were all born hungry in this world alone\nFinally moved out my mom's house, and got a happy home\nHa'ppy, home (let's turn this house into a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (turn this house into a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home\nGoin' through hard times, ghetto child of mine\nI wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes\nTo be honest it's a hard road\nJust keep your faith in God, knowin' you'll get scarred though \n\n\n\nLook at him walkin' and talkin', a lil' child with my eyes and mouth\nFather watch over lil' seeds, help me guide them out\nHad to change my whole lifestyle, married my baby's momma\nMade her my wife now, I'm tryin' hard y'all\nMaybe in time I'll be a better man\nWatchin' the older couples, handle it like veterans\nShow me the meaning of forever and together we rise\nIf it would help our child grow, then together we'd die\nWhy, question my love, it's so easy to see\nWithout my family all I'm left with is a shadow of me\nAfter all the arguments, and the nights alone\nNow it's time to live the good life, inside a happy home\nHa'ppy, home (let's turn this house into a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (turn this house into a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home\nHappy home\nAll these problems got me goin'\nWe got a family, of our own\nI just want to happy home (turn this house into a happy home)\nNo man's made to stand alone\nI promise I won't do you wrong\nI just want a happy home (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (let's turn this house into a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (turn this house into a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)\nHey, haha, turn this house into a happy home\nLong as one of us got it, some of us got it\nTurn this house into a happy home",
    "2pac - Happy Home (Dedicated To Tupac's Sister) lyrics": "Home man, hey, let's turn this house into a happy home\nThis for all the homeboys that couldn't get they happy home\nLet's turn this house into a happy home\nLong as one of us got it, some of us got it\nLet's turn this house into a happy home\nYou know how that is, stay down for mine\nOutlaw, look\nNow we've been kickin' it for quite some time\nRemained beside me through my trials in this life of crime\nWe divorced so many times I forgot to count\nI never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house\nRemember back in December when we was tight?\nSippin' Alize and Cristal, whylin' every night, in my bedroom!\nPromised that I commit to you soon\nTongue-kissed me every time you seen me step inside a room\nStraight out the hood\nWe promised to be good to each other, plus I love you\nSo I know you gon' make a good mother\nJust try to understand if I change at times\nIt's only 'cause I never owned anything that's mine\nSo I'm tryin' you can stay with my momma but keep the drama to a low\nNever call the police, I never call you b**h and ho\nWe were all born hungry in this world alone\nFinally moved out my mom's house, and got a happy home\nHa'ppy, home (let's turn this house into a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (turn this house into a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home\nGoin' through hard times, ghetto child of mine\nI wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes\nTo be honest it's a hard road\nJust keep your faith in God, knowin' you'll get scarred though \n\n\n\nLook at him walkin' and talkin', a lil' child with my eyes and mouth\nFather watch over lil' seeds, help me guide them out\nHad to change my whole lifestyle, married my baby's momma\nMade her my wife now, I'm tryin' hard y'all\nMaybe in time I'll be a better man\nWatchin' the older couples, handle it like veterans\nShow me the meaning of forever and together we rise\nIf it would help our child grow, then together we'd die\nWhy, question my love, it's so easy to see\nWithout my family all I'm left with is a shadow of me\nAfter all the arguments, and the nights alone\nNow it's time to live the good life, inside a happy home\nHa'ppy, home (let's turn this house into a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (turn this house into a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home\nHappy home\nAll these problems got me goin'\nWe got a family, of our own\nI just want to happy home (turn this house into a happy home)\nNo man's made to stand alone\nI promise I won't do you wrong\nI just want a happy home (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (let's turn this house into a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (turn this house into a happy home)\nHa'ppy, home (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)\nHey, haha, turn this house into a happy home\nLong as one of us got it, some of us got it\nTurn this house into a happy home",
    "2pac - Hatred lyrics": "[2Pac]\nI'll be on North side\nKeepin' my peace back in my piece\nSmokin' sense\nTo deal with this inner city stress\nI know I'm blessed\nBut these demons are out to curse me\nDo anything that they can\nTo try and hurt me\nGood Lord whatever happened\nTo compa**ion and brotherly love\nCause now there's hate in every action\nI try to maintain\nBe a player in this game\nBut I seem to keep losin'\nMaybe it's the strategy I'm usin'\nOr maybe it's the friends that I'm choosin'\nJealous a**ociates\nGuarantee to cause confusion\nIs it your goal to hide truth?\nIt's an illusion, develop my trust\nThen leave me stranded in the bust\nI feel like pullin' out my gun\nAnd bustin' on these fakers\nTwo bit punks, perpetrators\nAnd player haters\nBut I gots to keep my eyes\nOn the prize\nWatch me bubble like champagne n***as\nWatch me Rise\nBeyond haters\n[Lucky Luciano]\nI try to escape but everywhere I go to try and keep my focus\nBut a world without hatred, is like the projects without roses\nNo matter how high I get I can't escape the sense of it\nAnd all you hatred a** haters always making me sick\nI'm trying to find a place where I can go where hatred ain't allowed \n\n\n\nTo show everybody about money, and they all try and blow\nI'm trying to find a place, where ain't no hating allowed\nBut I'mm always seeing them faces and hearing them haters screaming out loud\nIt's an average night and I got my windows rolled up tight\nBlowing Mo out the sunroof and not a hater in sight\nBut I'mma keep my third eye open cause I know them haters gonna be waiting\nTo catch me at the light with hopes that they can leave me open\nPreposition be the past but I know caskets still blast\nSo I'mma lean back in my seat so I can't be seen through the gla**\nIt ain't nuttin' to hold me dawg but I got to watch out for\n9 times out of 10 if it's [?????]\nAnd I know so I'm careful on who I run with\nI ain't got no time to be combined in no scandalous a** sh**\nBut everywhere I go I'm hearing what sounds like shot from a 44\nBlasting on drivers side door\nMy n***as who sniff too much snow\nAnd me I'm just trying to flow\nSeparate my friends with my foes\nAnd only f** with n***as who understand the mind [???]\nSo everywhere I go I try to stay completely separated from those with Hearts full of hatred for anybody that makes it",
    "2pac - Headed To The Cla**ic Tape (1996) lyrics": "Headed To The Cla**ic Tape (1996)\nSide A :\n1. Intro - Fat Pat\n2. The Way You Make Me Feel - Fat Pat, Mike D, Screw, & Hawk\n3. If I Die Tonight - 2Pac\n4. Gangsters Make The World Go Round - West Side Connection\n5. How Many n***as Wanna Ride Tonight - South Circle, Mr. Mike, Crime Boss, & Tela\n6. Record Hating b**hes - E 40\n7. Things Done Changed - 2Pac & Richie Rich \n\n\n\n8. Street Dreams - Naz\n9. Bomb First - Outlaws\nSide B :\n1. Hail Mary - 2Pac\n2. Skit - Snoop Dogg\n3. She Was Just A Groupie - Dogg Pound\n4. Let's Wait A While - Shaq\n5. Gangsters Don't Dance - West Side Connection\n6. Me And My Girlfriend - 2Pac\n7. I Can Make It Happen - Brat\n8. Million Dollar Spot - B Legit\n9. It Was All A Dream - Shaq",
    "2pac - Heartz Of Men lyrics": "Ahh, Suge what I tell you n***a,\nwhen I come out of jail what was I gonna do\nI was gonna start diggin' into these n***as chest, right\nWatch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, n***a\nThe binoculars\nHa ha ha ha, yeah n***a time to ride\nGrab your bulletproof vest n***a\ncause its gonna be a long one\nNow me and Quik gonna show you n***as what it's like on this side\nThe real side\nNow, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-f**as\nand there's gonna be some p**ys\nNow the real n***as gonna be the ones with money and b**hes\nThe p**ys are gonna be the n***as on the floor bleedin'\nNow everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky\nSee you got some n***as on your side\nThat say they're your friends\nBut in real life they your enemies\nAnd then you got some mutha-f**as that say they your enemies\nBut in real life they eyes is on your money\nSee the enemies will say they true\nBut in real life those n***as will be the snitches\nIts a dirty game y'all\nY'all got ta be careful about who you f** with and who you don't f** with\nCause the sh** get wild y'all\nKeep your mind on your riches, Baby\nKeep your mind on your riches\n9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me\nFrom hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you n***as heard of me\nsh** I'm legendary n***as scary and paralyzed\nNothing more I despise than a liar\ncowards die\nMy mama told me When I was to see\nJust a vicious mutha f**er while these devils left me free\nI proceed to make them shiver\nwhen I deliver\nCriminal lyrics\nfrom a world wide mob figure\nThug n***as from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli\nn***as is waiting for some thug sh**, thats what they tell me\nSo many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw\nSwitching up on you ordinary b**hes\nlike a south paw you get let\nAnd every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased\nWill be another moment ballin' as a 'G' \n\n\n\nI rip the crowd, then I start again\nInternally I live in sin\nuntill the moment that they let me breathe again\nThe heartz of men\n[Chorus]\nThe Heartz of Men\nMy lyrical verse with so much pain\nthat to some n***as it hurts\nMy guns bust\nAnd if you ain't one of us\nit gets worse\nb**h n***as get their eyes swoll\nin fly mode\nI'm a homicidal outlaw\nand five-o, get your lights on, fight long\ntonights gonna be a f**in' fight\nso we might roll\nMy own homies say I'm heartless\nBut I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless\nDrive-by, n***as bow down\nthought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well n***as out now\nThrow up your hands if you thugged out\nFirst n***a act up\nfirst n***a gettin' drugged out\nI can be a villian if ya let me\nI'll Muthaf** ya\nif ya do upset me\ntell the cops to come and get me\nrip the crowd like a phone number\nThen start again, don't have no muthaf**in' friends n***a\nLook inside the heartz of men\n[Chorus]\nIn The Heartz of Men\nIn The Heartz of Men\nTo all my n***as engaged in making money in the fifty states\nKeep your mind on your chips and f** a punk b**h\nNo longer living in fear\nmy pistol close in hand\nConvinced this is my year\nlike I'm the chosen man\nGive me my money and label me as a don\nIf n***as is having problems\nsmoke'em, fire and bomb\nI died and came back,\nI hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack\nThugin' is in my spirit\nI'm lost and not knowing\nscar'd up\nbut still flowing\nenergized and still going\nUhh, can it be fate\nthat makes a sick muthaf**a break\nOn these jealous a** coward cuz they evil and fake\nWhat will it take ?\nGive me that ba** line\nI'm feeling bombed\nd**hrow baby, don't be alarmed\nThe homie Quik gave a n***a a beat and let me start again\nRepresent\ncause I've been sent\nThe heartz of men\n",
    "2pac - Hearz Of Men lyrics": "Ahh, Suge what I tell you n***a,\nwhen I come out of jail what was I gonna do\nI was gonna start diggin' into these n***as chest, right\nWatch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, n***a\nThe binoculars\nHa ha ha ha, yeah n***a time to ride\nGrab your bulletproof vest n***a\ncause its gonna be a long one\nNow me and Quik gonna show you n***as what it's like on this side\nThe real side\nNow, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-f**as\nand there's gonna be some p**ys\nNow the real n***as gonna be the ones with money and b**hes\nThe p**ys are gonna be the n***as on the floor bleedin'\nNow everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky\nSee you got some n***as on your side\nThat say they're your friends\nBut in real life they your enemies\nAnd then you got some mutha-f**as that say they your enemies\nBut in real life they eyes is on your money\nSee the enemies will say they true\nBut in real life those n***as will be the snitches\nIts a dirty game y'all\nY'all got ta be careful about who you f** with and who you don't f** with\nCause the sh** get wild y'all\nKeep your mind on your riches, Baby\nKeep your mind on your riches\n9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me\nFrom hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you n***as heard of me\nsh** I'm legendary n***as scary and paralyzed\nNothing more I despise than a liar\ncowards die\nMy mama told me When I was to see\nJust a vicious mutha f**er while these devils left me free\nI proceed to make them shiver\nwhen I deliver\nCriminal lyrics\nfrom a world wide mob figure\nThug n***as from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli\nn***as is waiting for some thug sh**, thats what they tell me\nSo many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw\nSwitching up on you ordinary b**hes\nlike a south paw you get let\nAnd every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased\nWill be another moment ballin' as a 'G' \n\n\n\nI rip the crowd, then I start again\nInternally I live in sin\nuntill the moment that they let me breathe again\nThe heartz of men\n(Chorus)\nThe Heartz of Men\nMy lyrical verse with so much pain\nthat to some n***as it hurts\nMy guns bust\nAnd if you ain't one of us\nit gets worse\nb**h n***as get their eyes swoll\nin fly mode\nI'm a homicidal outlaw\nand five-o, get your lights on, fight long\ntonights gonna be a f**in' fight\nso we might roll\nMy own homies say I'm heartless\nBut I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless\nDrive-by, n***as bow down\nthought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well n***as out now\nThrow up your hands if you thugged out\nFirst n***a act up\nfirst n***a gettin' drugged out\nI can be a villian if ya let me\nI'll Muthaf** ya\nif ya do upset me\ntell the cops to come and get me\nrip the crowd like a phone number\nThen start again, don't have no muthaf**in' friends n***a\nLook inside the heartz of men\n(Chorus)\nIn The Heartz of Men\nIn The Heartz of Men\nTo all my n***as engaged in making money in the fifty states\nKeep your mind on your chips and f** a punk b**h\nNo longer living in fear\nmy pistol close in hand\nConvinced this is my year\nlike I'm the chosen man\nGive me my money and label me as a god\nIf n***as is having problems\nsmoke'em, fire and bomb\nI died and came back,\nI hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack\nThugin' is in my spirit\nI'm lost and not knowing\nscar'd up\nbut still flowing\nenergized and still going\nUhh, can it be fate\nthat makes a sick muthaf**a break\nOn these jealous a** coward 'cause they evil and fake\nWhat will it take ?\nGive me that ba** line\nI'm feeling bombed\nd**hrow baby, don't be alarmed\nThe homie Quik gave a n***a a beat and let me start again\nRepresent\ncause I've been sent\nThe heartz of men",
    "2pac - Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find lyrics": "[Tupac Talking]\nHeaven ain't hard to find\n(All you gotta do is look)\n[Tupac]\nSimply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation\nHoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation\nI can see it clearly now\ncatch you smiling through your frown\nI'm askin' Baby Boo are you down ?\nAlthough I know you've heard about my reputation\nacross the nation\n\"Mr. I get around\"\nMy temptaion got me dripping wet\nperspiration\nI'm activated by the moves your making\nBaby why you faking? strip naked get the love making\nSee its all in your mind, so every time I sip a gla** of wine\nI fantasize till that a** is mine\nNever gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing\nA straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing\nStop with the beeper, baby Listen,\nI know you're grown, but pay attention\nLet me hypnotize with my tounge kissen'\nThis is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes\nTurn around one more time\nHeaven ain't hard to find\n[Chorus]\n(Heaveeen)\nHeaven ain't hard to find\n(Heaven ain't hard to find)\nHeaven ain't hard to find\nInfact you can have it just have faith\nJust like a little kid, still believing in magic\nIt takes a lot of scarifice\nwith all the lonely nights on tour\nI need somebody I can trust in my life\nLet me apply the brakes\nbaby you're moving to fast\nMy conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask\nAre you afraid of a thug ?\nand have you ever made love\nwith candles and bubbles sipping in your tub\nTouch me and let me activate your bloodpressure \n\n\n\nThis Thug Pa**ion\nhelp the average man love better\nPicture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist\nTake a shot of that alazhay\ncome give me a kiss\nAnd maybe we can be better friends\nperhaps we'll be closer\nI'll be the thug in your life\nbaby and you'll be my soulja\nAnd I know it takes some time\nAnd you got a lot of questions on your mind\nBut relax, in due time\nHeaven Ain't Hard to Find\n[Chorus]\n(Heaveeen)\nHeaven ain't hard to find\n(Heaven ain't hard to find)\nYou think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you\nBeen talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken\nThrough my eye contact, I wink and you respond back\nLook at me\nwhats all that ? Huh\nits like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking\nI got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend\nI'm sipping Heneesee and coke\ntho' addicted to weed smoke\nI'm fiendin' for your body even mo'\nOh god help me identify me truest thoughts\nyour hidden motives full of pa**ion who would of thought\nCome hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature\nFar from a playa hater, label me a money maker\nStraight heart breaker\nBaby we can be friends\nI can soup you in my Benz\nwe'll ride\nI'll let you floss it for your friends\nOnce we begin\nuntil the end, it gets better with time\nI'm makin' love to your mind baby\nHeaven ain't hard to find\n[Chorus]\n(Heaveeen)\nHeaven ain't hard to find\n(Heaven ain't hard to find)",
    "2pac - Heavy In The Game lyrics": "(feat. Eboni Foster, Lady Levi, Richie Rich)\n[all parts with Lady Levi speaking are strictly best guess]\n[1] [Eboni Foster] Game's been good to me\n[2] [Eboni Foster] I don't care what it did to them\nThe game's been good to me\n[Lady Levi]\nOh, you tink life is yours?\nLife ain't na somethin you can rap with\nOoh come na ordinary game\nDa game na somethin you can rap with\nMe's a player you know?\nI do not, play in no game\nMe just, make money, dollars, everytime seen?\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nNow how can I explain how this game laced, plus with this fame\nI got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed\nGot to the point where I was driven, twenty-four/seven\nMoney's my mission, just a n***a tryin to make a livin\nThese busta tricks don't want no mail\nThey spendin they riches on skanless b**hes\nwho'll stay petrified in jail\nIt's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket\nJealous-a** b**hes, playa-hatin but we still kick it\nAlways keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police\nSeen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep\nBut still, I get my money on major, continuously\nCommunicatin through my pager, n***az know me\nDon't have no homies cause they jealous, I hustle solo\nCause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen\nAin't nothin poppin 'bout no work n***a, I ain't no joke\nf** what they say and get your dough n***a\nHeavy in the game [1]\n[Lady Levi]\nWho da bumba claat him a come try take mine?\nOooh, me see you rushin up [1]\nI throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M.\nAll, all da bumba come ya take dis ting\nfor ya take dis ting for joke? [2]\nOh! Dat's right\n[Verse Two: Richie Rich]\nWell lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of sh**..\nCertain n***az wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game\nWaitin upon your turn, so when will you learn?\nAin't no turns given, n***az be twistin and takin sh**\nPuttin they sack down, then puttin they mack down\nMe myself I hustle with finesse yes I'm an Oakland baller\nRule number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game\nBe yo' own n***a meanin buy yo' own dope\nCause that front sh** is punk sh**, somethin I never funked with\nBe true to this game and this game will be true to you\nThat's real sh**; disrespect, see what this here do to you \n\n\n\nThat jackin and robbin, despisin your homie\nain't healthy, n***az be endin up dead 'fore they get wealthy\nBut not me though, I'm sewin somethin major\nso what I reap is boss -- that's why my public status is floss\nWent from a, young n***a livin residential\nto a, young n***a workin presidential [1]\n[Lady Levi]\nMe n***a Tu-pac ALWAYS look good\nYou know that's true 'im look good every time\nOoh, p**y war? Step up [1]\nCan yi know I'm servin up blood claat\nplayin yi f**in games\nOoh, we take game, we WON [2]\nAny by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we WON\nEverytime\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nI'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth\nHad to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse\nHeaded for them packed, jails, or maybe it's a hearse\nMy only way to stack mail, is out here doin dirt\nMade my decisions do or die, been hustlin since junior high\nNo time for askin why, gettin high, gettin mine\nPut away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales\ncause life is hell and everybody dies\nWhat about these n***az I despise -- them loud talkin cowards\nshootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives\nShoot em right between them n***az eyes, it's time to realize\nfollow the rules or follow them fools that die\nEverybody's tryin to make the news, n***az confused\nQuit tryin to be an O.G. and pay your dues\nIf you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain\nand come the riches and the b**hes and the fame\nHeavy in the game [1]\n[Lady Levi]\nBoy, ya nah b**h!\nMajor that's true we look good everytime\nwhen we at Beers Diamond\nand Tupac drives vintage car [1]\nAnd fi dem frame dem look good, oh no?\nThis whole world ya call on\ngonna ma** on a face [2]\nFor any, section of bumba ras claat, oh!\nFlush it! .. Oh!\nNobody wan come test me y'know\ntrue dem we a drive pretty car\nWanna no part of any ting\nand now you wan come drown a gun\nBut ya see we know, you haffa show 'im MAXIMUM respect\nfor when a blood claat run or when a p**y walk up\nwe look good everytime\nNuff dollars, DOLLARS\nY'know about dollars dem right?\nBut we nah talk no sh**\nWe haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it?\nCause action, action speak louder dan words\nYou know da record!\nDon't blood claat ting at ALL",
    "2pac - Hell & Back (DJ Nabz & Ammo Remix) lyrics": "In progress...",
    "2pac - Hell 4 A Hustler lyrics": "[2Pac]\nGet on yo' knees ni**a\nGet on yo' knees and pray\nHuh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest\nThug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus\nI'm makin money moves manditory\nIn a discussion my past records tell a story\nPicture ni**az we rushin and still bustin\ntil the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings\nDitchin my gun, homeboy the motherf**kin villain\nI live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list\nSo I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me\nNo baby momma drama, ni**a miss me, why plant seeds\nin a dirty bi**h, waitin to trick me, not the life for me\nLivin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me\nI'm bustin on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly\na man of military means in my artillery\nWatchin over me through every murder scene\nFrom adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die\nSellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry\nAnd still, we try to change the past, in vain\nNever knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed\nof c**aine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul?\nGot tired of small time livin, ni**az tellin me no\nI got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER su*kERS, that's the mentality\nJealous-a*s bustaz, make it hell for us\n[Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) repeat 2X]\nLord, help me change my ways\nShow a little mercy on judgment day\nIt ain't me, I was raised this way\nI never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler\n[Outlawz]\nNow in these last days and times I takes mines so serious\nGotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness\nIf I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler\nSo I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster\nSince a youngster, been money hungry, moved in\nOne's five's and ten's was funny money\nSo I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'\nReal ni**a fo' sho', out in the cold for dough\nWhat you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles\nLast two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you\nLet me catch you slippin, you soft ni**az is outta here\nIn case you forgot, we on the same s**t that got us here \n\n\n\n[Outlawz]\nYo, to every step I take, every foul I make\nEvery jail I break, every mill' I ate\nHead to head, whoever hustle hardest\nOn the block duckin charges, ni**a f**k the sergeant\nHe got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke\nListen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo'\nHell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a ni**a sell words\nfor all my young thugs in jail in Jerz\nThey made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as f**k son\nDyin luck none supply us with much guns\nI buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya\nSlangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\nNo insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn\nSensor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned\nAnd in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social\nni**az shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em\nTry to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu\nni**az do unto these snitches, before it's done to you\nAnd if the cops come arrest me in the evening\nbest believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin\nAnd if I die by a slug, the d**h of a true thug\nTell me will my ni**az mourn me? Gettin blowed out\nHigh, watch me murder the bird, before he testify\nStrikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life\nAnd if you dream be a part of my team\nFrom Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends\nKeep yo' eyes on the prize, ni**a watch for bustaz\nEither heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\nThis is how we ride\nNot knowin if we'll live or die\nCatch me rollin with my motherf**kin guns on the side\nIn case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die\nThis is how we ride\nNot knowin if we'll live or die\nCatch me rollin with my motherf**kin guns on the side\nIn case of drama, I'm the first to break wild\nuntil they all die, Outlaw\nYes (change my ways) yes\nThe Black Jesuz guide us through this\nWeary weary weary weary\nOnly God can save us\nNuttin but boss players\nOutlawz and thugs\n",
    "2pac - Hell 4 a Hustler (OG) lyrics": "[Intro: Makaveli]\nNext to the first\nLet's bring it to these n***as with some love\nLet's show n***as we understand what they goin' through\nWe know that it's hell 4 a hustla out here\nWith 3 strikes and jail and penitentiaries and police\nAnd task force, and snitches and b**hes and n***as\nAnd playa haters, sit the f** down\nNaw mean\nWe got to build on this sh**\nI got some real sh**\nTo hit your a**\nLet's spread love n***a\nd**h Row done made a few f**in' changes\nThis is how we do this sh**\nIt's hell 4 a hustla\nMakaveli the Don with the Outlawz\nThrow your muthaf**in' guns in the air\nIf you're truly livin' this criminal lifestyle\nAll my Outlawz, to all you b**h made n***as\nGet on your knees n***a, aiite, get on your knees and pray\n[Chorus: Makaveli]\nOh Lord, help me change my ways\nShow a little mercy on judgement day\nIt ain't me, I was raised this way\nI never let 'em play me for a busta\nMakin' hell for a hustler\nLord, help me change my ways\nShow a little mercy on judgement day\nIt ain't me, I was raised this way\nI never let 'em play me for a busta\nMakin' hell for a hustler\n{\u200b\u200b\u200bbackground: Kadafi}\u200b\u200b\u200b\nIf it's on then it's on\nWe break beat breaks\nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate\nTo the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take\nDealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate\nIf it's on then it's on\nWe break beat breaks\nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate\nTo the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take\nDealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate [Verse 1: Makaveli] Huh, increase the doses, bustin' whoever closest\nThug livin',(buck buck buck) hell or prison, never losin' my focus\n(Westside)\nI'm makin' money moves mandatory\nEnd of discussion my past records tell a story (check my sh**)\nPicture n***as we rushin' and still bustin'\n'Til the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings (five O)\nDitchin' my gun, oh what a muthaf**in' feelin' (I notice you notice)\nI live the lifestyles of drug dealers, (thug life baby)\nBut now legitly\nSo I laugh 'til I'm cryin', when the law come get me (hahaha)\nNo baby momma drama, n***a miss me, (b*atch)\nWhy plant seeds in a dirty b**h, waitin' to trick me\nNot the life for me\nLivin' carefree, 'til I'm buried - and if they dare me\nI'm bustin' on the n***as and will they scurry?, (buck buck buck)\nI'm clearly a man of military means to my artillery\n(Outlaw)\nWatchin' over me through every murder scene\nFrom adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die\nSellin' dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry\nAnd still, we try to change the past, in vain\nNever knowin' if this game'll last, feelin' the shame\nCocaine the product of the devil, (f** that) am I sellin' my soul?\nGot tired of small time livin', n***as tellin' me no\nI got mine!, f** them other s**er!, that's the mentality\nJealous-a** bustaz, make it hell for us\n[Chorus: Makaveli]\nOh Lord, help me change my ways\nShow a little mercy on judgement day\nIt ain't me, I was raised this way\nNever let 'em play me for a busta\nMakin' hell for a hustler\nLord, help me change my ways\nShow a little mercy on judgement day\nIt ain't me, I was raised this way\nI never let 'em play me for a busta\nMakin' hell for a hustler\n{\u200b\u200b\u200bbackground: Kadafi}\u200b\u200b\u200b\nIf it's on then it's on\nWe break beat breaks\nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate\nTo the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take\nDealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate\nIf it's on then it's on\nWe break beat breaks\nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate\nTo the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take\nDealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate [Verse 2] [EDI Amin]\nI wonder\nHow do these cowards be conceived\nThey born into this world, allowed to breathe\nWhile so many real G's they die secret\nBut Outlawz, we ride so righteously\nControl the destiny, we mobbin' with a sight\nTo see, all together, never separately\n[Kadafi]\nIt's it a criminal hobby\nThat got me here thinkin' robbery\nCall Oz up the ave uptown back in Cabust\nAnd not a lot of poverty, whether you white like dark\nOr brown like Bobby, while dime b**hes give me body 'til\nThey open\n[Kastro]\nNow that's the good of all evil, so tell me what's the worse\nMe deep in my hearse, stuck in crime like time fly over here\nFirst, waitin' for credit, contemplatin' my fate \n\n\n\nAnd is the Lord comin', to take me on Judgement Day\n[Young Noble]\nThey got the fiends usin' up beans with dirty blood on a needle\nStranded, blunted in his van, don't give a damn if you see 'em\nGet him branded\nMost likely I'm a real n***a, so while the 2 Loc\nFive shots will leave y'all to live or die\n[Napoleon]\nWell I been hustlin' off the same block since a little shorty wap\nTaped up notts so my sock, duckin' the muthaf**in' cops\nWatch me shop up, and locked up, come back and blow the block up\n(buck buck buck buck buck buck buck)\nPreoccupied with gettin' my cheese and f** the process\n[Chorus: Makaveli]\nOh Lord, help me change my ways\nShow a little mercy on judgement day\nIt ain't me, I was raised this way\nI never let 'em play me for a busta\nMakin' hell for a hustler\nLord, help me change my ways\nShow a little mercy on judgement day\nIt ain't me, I was raised this way\nI never let 'em play me for a busta\nMakin' hell for a hustler\n{\u200b\u200b\u200bbackground: Kadafi}\u200b\u200b\u200b\nIf it's on then it's on\nWe break beat breaks\nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate\nTo the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take\nDealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate\nIf it's on then it's on\nWe break beat breaks\nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate\nTo the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take\nDealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate [Verse 3: Makaveli] No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef 'til I burn (hahahahahahahahahahahaha)\nCensor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned\nAnd in turn I'm hostile guess you can recall me anti-social\nn***as shakin' like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em'\nTry to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Tzu\nn***as do unto these snitches, before it's done to you\nAnd if the cops come arrest me in the evenin'\nBest believe they runnin' for my dogs in the mornin'\nAnd if I die by a slug, the d**h of a true thug\nTell me will my n***as mourn me? (how long will they mourn me?) Gettin' blowed out\nHigh, watch me murder the bird, before he testify\nStrikes, walkin' close to my third, I live a troubled life\nAnd if you dream be a part of my team\nFrom Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends\nKeep yo' eyes on the prize, n***a watch for bustaz'\nEither heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler\n[Chorus: Makaveli]\nLord, help me change my ways\nShow a little mercy on judgement day\nIt ain't me, I was raised this way\nI never let 'em play me for a busta\nMakin' hell for a hustler\nLord, help me change my ways\nShow a little mercy on judgement day\nIt ain't me, I was raised this way\nI never let 'em play me for a busta\nMakin' hell for a hustler\n{\u200b\u200b\u200bbackground: Kadafi}\u200b\u200b\u200b\nIf it's on then it's on\nWe break beat breaks\nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate\nTo the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take\nDealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate\nIf it's on then it's on\nWe break beat breaks\nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate\nTo the sh** I don't got, be the sh** I gotta take\nDealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate\n[Outro Makaveli + westside repeats]\nThis is how we ride\nNot knowin' if we'll live or die\nCatch me rollin' with my motherf**in' guns on the side\nIn case of drama, I'm the first to break wild\nDo we all die\nThis is how we ride\nNot knowin' if we'll live or die\nCatch me rollin' with my motherf**in' guns on the side\nIn case of drama, I'm the first to break wild\nUntil they all die, Outlaw, baby\n[Outro Makaveli + it don't stop, and it don't quit repeats]\nYes, yes yes\nThe Black Jesuz guide us through this\nWeary weary weary weary, aiite\nOnly God can save us\nNuttin but boss players\nOutlawz and thugs\nNo time for the d**\nNow the rap game, similar to the crack game\nHahaha\nMy enemies plantin' seeds\nMy few friendz til the end\nOutlaw, rough rugged and raw\nJay Z Gay Z die slow\nMobb Deep you sleep, die slow\nYes\nBiggie, piggie, Puffy nuttin, die slow\nHahaha\nWe ain't quitin'\nn***a ain't stoppin'\nWar, it's war n***a\nYea, yea\nLike the n***as in Iran and Iraq, it don't stop\nSure my name is 2Pac\nMakaveli with Thuglife across my belly\nAll my n***as with they name on they neck\nGive us respect or die get chin check\nWESTSIDDDDDDDDDDDDE, d**h Row\nOutlaw\nWord up",
    "2pac - Hellrazor lyrics": "Major\nHell mutha-f**in' yeah\nThis goes out to my man mike coolage\nHell yeah\nBorn thuggin' heartless and mean muggin' at 16\nOn the scene watching fiends buggin'\nKicking up dust with the older g's\nSoaking up the game that was told to me\nI ain't never touched a gat that i couldn't shoot\nI learned not to trust the b**hes from the prostitutes\nWas taught lessons a young n***a asking questions\nWhile other s**as was guessing i was gangsta ??\nElementary wasn't meant for me can't regret it\nI'm headed for the penitentiary\nAnd cut cla**es i'm f**in blastin' straight mashin'\nMobbing through the overpa** laughing\nWhile these other motherf**ers try to figure out\nNo doubt they jealous of a n***a's clout\nTell me lord can ya feel me\nI keep my finger on the trigger\nCause some n***a tried to k** me\nAnd mama raised a hellraiser\nEveryday getting paid, police on my pager\nStraight stressing\nA fugitive my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation\nAnd even though i'm marked for d**h\nI'ma spark 'til i lose my breath\nMotherf**ers\nEvery time i see the paper i see my picture\nWhen a n***a gettin' richer they come to get ya\nIt's like a motherf**in' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard being black\nDear lord can ya feel me\nGettin' major ugh\nMama raised a hellraiser\nChorus:\nStress gettin' major\nLord be my savior\nMama raised a hellrazor\nTell me lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time\nEverybody's dying\nMama raised a hellraiser\nI can't figure, why ya let the police beat down n***as\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushing into early graves\nGod probably saved the youth\nAin't nothing else to do but have faith in you\nDear lord i live the life of a thug hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes i gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16 shot semiautomatic\n\n\n\nCrooked cop k**in' glock\nTell me lord can ya feel me show a way\nI'm praying but my enemies won't go away\nAnd everywhere i turn i see n***as burn\nEvery n***a that i know's on d**h row\nMy younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\nLi'l young motherf**ers doing triple life\nThough i tell him in his letters its getting better\nIf my n***a knew the truth he'd hit the roof\nJust heard ya baby's mama was smoked out\nf** the drama\nWanna break my loc's out\nSmoking blunts getting drunk off that tanqueray gin\n'bout to break my n***a out the f**in' pen\nMama raised a hellraiser\nCome on ugh mama raised a hellraiser\nDear lord can ya feel me\nChorus\nDear lord can ya hear me\nIt's just me\nA young n***a tryin' to make it on these rough streets\nI'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\nThe whole world done made a n***a craazy\nI got my .357 can't control it\nScreaming die motherf**er and he's loaded\nEverybody run for cover ahh sh**\nThug life motherf**er duck quick\nNow am i wrong if i am don't worry me\nCause do or die getting high 'til they bury me\nDear lord if ya hear me tell me why\nLi'l girl like natasha had to die\nShe never got to see the bullet just heard the shot\nHer little body couldn't take it she shook and dropped\nWhen it's all on the news how she bucked the girl to k** natasha\nNow i'm screaming f** the world\nIn the end it's my friends\nThat flip flop lip locks\nOn my dick when my sh** drop\nThug life motherf**er i lick shots\nEvery n***a on my block\nDrop two cops\nDear lord can ya hear me\nWhen i die let a n***a be strapped f**ed up and high\nWith my hands on the trigger thug n***a\nStressing like a motherf**ing drug dealer\nAnd even in the darkest nights i'ma thug fo' life\nI got the heart to fight now\nMama raised a hellraiser why cry\nThat's just life in the ghetto\nDo or die\n",
    "2pac - Hennessey lyrics": "Ha ha ha, yeah\nn***a f** that Gin and Juice (Hennessy)\nJust Pour a n***a a gla**\nHennessy, that dark sh** (That's right)\nHey pour me some of that too baby\nThey want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherf**ing motto n***a')\nHennessy\nThey want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (You know our motherf**ing motto)\nHennessy\nHa ha ha, y'all n***az can't f** with this whole thug sh** (Hennessy)\nThat's what your sippin on\nNow what's you name n***a'\nBig ballin' a** n***a named Pac\nNow I was born in the gutter facing life or d**h\nI was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath\nThese motherf**as want to see me die\nSo who am I to try to warn 'em, I'll buck and bomb 'em, them n***a fry\nEy remember me' Damn that Hennessy\nThe n***a you don't want to see, let me precede\nMy definition of some thug sh**, y'all don't hear me'\nNow that it's poppin' ain't no love b**h\nI maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it\nI'm tryin' to hustle up a meal ticket\nI'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days\nAin't nothin' wrong with gettin' paid\nSo n***a blaze, 'cause we some motherf**in' fools\nWalkin' through the streets wearing j**els\nBreakin' n***az, fakin' moves\nEven the cops can't stop us\nMy enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy\nThey want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherf**ing motto n***a')\nHennessy\nThey want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (You know our motherf**ing motto) \n\n\n\nHennessy\nHa ha ha, y'all n***as can't f** with this whole thug sh** (Hennessy)\nThat's what I'm sippin' on\nNow let me tell 'em who I be\nBig ballin a** n***a named Trice\nNow I was born in Detroit on the side that's west\nTroubled child, commin' up I had to ride I guess\nTried to apply myself, but n***as was ballin'\nMy momma couldn't tell my sh**, the streets was callin'\nI was often involved with n***as breakin' the law\nI look back Pac n***a, we was bankin' off raw\nP Funk, got I pumpin', he had the connects\nThrough the sack to us little n***as workin' the set\nAnd if you got it you getting wet, n***a bet on that\nDon't come around hurr on that floss sh**\nDetroit n***as off sh**\n(Robbin n***as in the do' ways) That's right\n(With my four four, that's the sure way)\nAnd this your old days, all eyes on me\nWe was loony I suppose you could (die homie)\nO Trice always repped his block\nPac that Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac n***a\nThey want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherf**ing motto n***a')\nHennessy\nThey want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (You know our motherf**ing motto)\nHennessy\nHa ha ha, Y'all n***as can't f** with this whole thug sh** (Hennessy)\nYea\nEy Pac' Pac, n***a Detroit love you boy\nWe put it down out here I mean, you know' Me, my family, my friends\nMan we ridin' for you always\n2PacalypseNow and to infinity boy' forever\nShady Records, Afeni Shakur what up'\nYea, Obie Trice\nPour out a lil' liquor n***a",
    "2pac - Hennessey - Sleepy Brown lyrics": "Ha ha ha, yeah\nn***a f** that Gin and Juice (Hennessy)\nJust Pour a n***a a gla**\nHennessy, that dark sh** (That's right)\nHey pour me some of that too baby\nThey want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherf**ing motto n***a')\nHennessy\nThey want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (You know our motherf**ing motto)\nHennessy\nHa ha ha, y'all n***az can't f** with this whole thug sh** (Hennessy)\nThat's what your sippin on\nNow what's you name n***a'\nBig ballin' a** n***a named Pac\nNow I was born in the gutter facing life or d**h\nI was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath\nThese motherf**as want to see me die\nSo who am I to try to warn 'em, I'll buck and bomb 'em, them n***a fry\nEy remember me' Damn that Hennessy\nThe n***a you don't want to see, let me precede\nMy definition of some thug sh**, y'all don't hear me'\nNow that it's poppin' ain't no love b**h\nI maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it\nI'm tryin' to hustle up a meal ticket\nI'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days\nAin't nothin' wrong with gettin' paid\nSo n***a blaze, 'cause we some motherf**in' fools\nWalkin' through the streets wearing j**els\nBreakin' n***az, fakin' moves\nEven the cops can't stop us\nMy enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy\nThey want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherf**ing motto n***a')\nHennessy\nThey want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (You know our motherf**ing motto) \n\n\n\nHennessy\nHa ha ha, y'all n***as can't f** with this whole thug sh** (Hennessy)\nThat's what I'm sippin' on\nNow let me tell 'em who I be\nBig ballin a** n***a named Trice\nNow I was born in Detroit on the side that's west\nTroubled child, commin' up I had to ride I guess\nTried to apply myself, but n***as was ballin'\nMy momma couldn't tell my sh**, the streets was callin'\nI was often involved with n***as breakin' the law\nI look back Pac n***a, we was bankin' off raw\nP Funk, got I pumpin', he had the connects\nThrough the sack to us little n***as workin' the set\nAnd if you got it you getting wet, n***a bet on that\nDon't come around hurr on that floss sh**\nDetroit n***as off sh**\n(Robbin n***as in the do' ways) That's right\n(With my four four, that's the sure way)\nAnd this your old days, all eyes on me\nWe was loony I suppose you could (die homie)\nO Trice always repped his block\nPac that Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac n***a\nThey want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherf**ing motto n***a')\nHennessy\nThey want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (You know our motherf**ing motto)\nHennessy\nHa ha ha, Y'all n***as can't f** with this whole thug sh** (Hennessy)\nYea\nEy Pac' Pac, n***a Detroit love you boy\nWe put it down out here I mean, you know' Me, my family, my friends\nMan we ridin' for you always\n2PacalypseNow and to infinity boy' forever\nShady Records, Afeni Shakur what up'\nYea, Obie Trice\nPour out a lil' liquor n***a",
    "2pac - Hennessey (red Spyda Remix) lyrics": "(feat. E.D.I. of the Outlawz, Sleepy Brown)\nn***a f** that gin & juice, I'm f**in with Hennessey\nJust pour me a gla** of that dark sh**\nThat's right\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle\n[S.B.] Ooooh, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh\n[2Pac] Hennessey (Hennessey) hahaha, yeah\n[2Pac] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle\n[S.B.] Ooooh, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh\n[2Pac] Hennessey (Hennessey)\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nNow I was born in the gutter facin life or d**h\nI was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath\nThese motherf**ers wanna see me die, so who am I\nto try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them n***az fry\nHey, remember me? Down that Hennessey\nThe n***a you don't wanna see, let me procede\nMy definition of some thug sh**, y'all don't hear me\nNow that it's poppin ain't no love b**h\nI maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it\nI'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket\nI'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dyin days\nAin't nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so n***a blaze\nCause we some motherf**in fools\nWalkin through the streets wearin j**els, breakin n***az makin moves \n\n\n\nEven the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip\nwhen they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey\n[Chorus w/ minor variations]\n[Verse Two: Edi Amin]\nYeah\nUp late nights (c'mon) under the city lights\nThe Henn got me feelin right, I'm tryin to keep from swervin\nShe's so fine and she love Henn too\nAfter a couple of shots she said, \"I could do what I wanna do\"\n(That's right) We ain't sippin champagne (nah) we off the Henn-Rock\nAlcoholics back at the liquor sto' cause we can't stop (can't stop)\nAnd won't stop (we won't stop) all night long\n'til the break of dawn, gettin it on, Hennessey\n[Sleepy Brown]\nOoooh, lady watchin (lady watchin) as I'm glidin by (glidin by)\nAnd the place is jumpin.. that I can't deny (no, noo, no)\nOoh I can't wait to go in, throw my gla** in the sky (gla** in the sky)\nFor the people partyin, 'til the mornin light\n[Chorus w/ minor variations]\n[2Pac] Hahaha, y'all n***az can't f** with this ol' thug sh**\n[Chorus]\n[Sleepy Brown - over Chorus second half]\nWe keep on sippin, and sippin, and sippin\n[S.B.] Keep on sippin, and sippin, and sippin, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh, Hennessey",
    "2pac - Hennessey [red Spyda Remix] [mix] - Sleepy Brown lyrics": "Ha ha ha, yeah\nn***a f** that Gin and Juice (Hennessy)\nJust Pour a n***a a gla**\nHennessy, that dark sh** (That's right)\nHey pour me some of that too baby They want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherf**ing motto n***a')\nHennessy They want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (You know our motherf**ing motto)\nHennessy Ha ha ha, y'all n***az can't f** with this whole thug sh** (Hennessy) That's what your sippin on\nNow what's you name n***a' Big ballin' a** n***a named Pac Now I was born in the gutter facing life or d**h\nI was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath\nThese motherf**as want to see me die\nSo who am I to try to warn 'em, I'll buck and bomb 'em, them n***a fry\nEy remember me' Damn that Hennessy\nThe n***a you don't want to see, let me precede\nMy definition of some thug sh**, y'all don't hear me'\nNow that it's poppin' ain't no love b**h\nI maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it\nI'm tryin' to hustle up a meal ticket\nI'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days\nAin't nothin' wrong with gettin' paid\nSo n***a blaze, 'cause we some motherf**in' fools\nWalkin' through the streets wearing j**els\nBreakin' n***az, fakin' moves\nEven the cops can't stop us\nMy enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy They want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherf**ing motto n***a')\nHennessy They want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (You know our motherf**ing motto) \n\n\n\nHennessy Ha ha ha, y'all n***as can't f** with this whole thug sh** (Hennessy) That's what I'm sippin' on\nNow let me tell 'em who I be Big ballin a** n***a named Trice Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west\nTroubled child, commin' up I had to ride I guess\nTried to apply myself, but n***as was ballin'\nMy momma couldn't tell my sh**, the streets was callin'\nI was often involved with n***as breakin' the law\nI look back Pac n***a, we was bankin' off raw\nP Funk, got I pumpin', he had the connects\nThrough the sack to us little n***as workin' the set\nAnd if you got it you getting wet, n***a bet on that\nDon't come around hurr on that floss sh**\nDetroit n***as off sh**\n(Robbin n***as in the do' ways) That's right\n(With my four four, that's the sure way)\nAnd this your old days, all eyes on me\nWe was loony I suppose you could (die homie)\nO Trice always repped his block\nPac that Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac n***a They want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherf**ing motto n***a')\nHennessy They want to know who's my role model\nIt's in a brown bottle (You know our motherf**ing motto)\nHennessy Ha ha ha, Y'all n***as can't f** with this whole thug sh** (Hennessy) Yea Ey Pac' Pac, n***a Detroit love you boy We put it down out here I mean, you know' Me, my family, my friends\nMan we ridin' for you always 2PacalypseNow and to infinity boy' forever Shady Records, Afeni Shakur what up' Yea, Obie Trice Pour out a lil' liquor n***a",
    "2pac - High 'til I Die lyrics": "High 'Til I Die\nLoced 'Til they smoke me\nThe sh** don't stop\nTil my casket drop\nI'm High 'Til I Die\nLoced 'Til they smoke me\nThe sh** don't stop\nTil my casket drop\nI'm High 'Til I Die\nLoced 'Til they smoke me\nsh** don't stop\nThe sh** don't stop\nGame rules\nAin't got time for fools\nMoney on my mind\nSo my nine rules\nTime to make wieght\nn***as gettin' crazy paid\nHate b**hes for the games they play\nSo n***a\nPull quick\nBut better be quicker\nThan the next mutha f**a\nOn the trigger\nCause I'm static\nStartin' to be a f**in' habit\nGotta keep my automatic\nOr get my a** kicked\nWhen I'm travelin'\nIt's kind of puffin'\nI drive a bucket\nLittle Thug Life n***a\nScreaming f** It\nI love to throw my middle finger to the police\nAnd no bucks, no justice, no peace\nI'm smoking blunts 'til I pa** out\n[coughing]\nYah n***a getting a**ed out\nRollin' and my n***as\nGla** out\nDrving fast\nTalking to b**hes\nWhipping cash out\nI'm with my n***as\nSo f** the s**as\nI'm bucking brothas\nSmokin' chronic mutha f**as\nCausing ruckus\nIt's the last of the drank\nPull over\nCan't hear a damn thang\nSober\nHigh 'Til I Die\nLoced 'Til they smoke me\nThe sh** don't stop \n\n\n\nTil my casket drop\nI'm High 'Til I Die\nLoced 'Til they smoke me\nThe sh** don't stop\nTil my casket drop\nHigh 'Til I Die\nLoced 'Til they smoke me\nThe sh** don't stop\nTil my casket drop\nI'm High 'Til I Die\nLoced 'Til they smoke me\nsh** don't stop\nThe sh** don't stop\nLord help me save me\nMama keep praying for a young mutha f**er\nTrying to duck an early grave\nIn the city where you can't tell the fakes\nFrom the snakes\nEnemies from phonies\nFriends from your homies\nAround the corner there's another n***a waiting to jack\nHe don't know I got a glock\nTill his a** get shot\nLike a mutha f**in' Thug disease\nClaiming Peace\nLike they mutha f**in' trustin' me\nHey, what's up with b**hes trying to screw me\nDo me cause I did a movie\nThrow the p**y to me\nBut before they never knew me\nRather die then let yah\nPlay me for like a Busta\nAnd with my glock\nI'm a plotin' a** rotten mutha f**a\nHey don't let that movie fool yah\nLet me school yah\nScreaming Thug Life n***a\nWhen I do yah\nIt's the last of the drank\nPull over\nCan't hear a damn thang\nSober\nHigh 'Til I Die\nLoced 'Til they smoke me\nThe sh** don't stop\nTil my casket drop",
    "2pac - High Speed lyrics": "[E.D.I Amin]\nI speak\nFor all my ni**az livin' in the rush\nSlow it down just a notch baby\nIt's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright\n[2Pac + E.D.I Amin]\nLife in High Speed\nf**k the punishment, tie weed\nI gonna buy me a gun\nf**k doin' time\n[2Pac]\nI live life High Speed\nSlightly disillusioned by weed\nI breed thug muthaf**kas even worse than me\nWhen I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me\nMy army, ni**az decieve swiftly\nLook at you now, why you wanna hang out?\nI pull the hammer back\nStrike wit' a cannon and blow your muthaf**kin' back out\nThey blast but I'm still standin'\nSlightly scarred deep\nQuestions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul\nThough my life was hard with no remorse\nI absorb bomb less provide protection for the boss\nRollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless\nKeep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless\nAnd my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews\nWe all about our past, blast if he break the rules\nFools done snitched for the D.A., be heavensent\nSwitched like a stone-bi**h, turned str8 severed then, why?\nThen they wonder why ni**az die\nPut your family in danger just to get high\nNow, what the hell can we get from jail?\nMore tricks for the crime rate, this is hell\nBail out, a thug ni**a fresh out the jailhouse\nOpen your safe count and take all your mail out\nWhatever happens happens\nWhoever falls dies\nWe fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride\nIn times like these, chronic and tie weed\nPuffin' through these High Speedz\nAnd people say\n[Chorus (2Pac):]\nWhatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?\nI'm gonna buy me a gun\nThen what's next?\nFood and Sex, house parties in the projects\nWe goin' all night\nWhatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?\nI'm gonna buy me a gun\nThen what's next?\nFood and Sex, house parties in the projects\nWe goin' all night\n[Yaki Kadafi]\nVerbal a*sa*sin, I hit the corner fast, blastin'\nI plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic\nNo need to push me to slippin'\nI love beef, like p**y and pistols\nFor all you pussies that's soft as tissue\nI ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof\nBustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof\nGettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine\nGet that a*s attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind\nGrab your shots', callin'\nCatchin ni**az while they stormin'\nKickin' his door in\nAnd get your whole f**kin' family a' mournin'\nPlus all you itchy-bi**hy types can't touch me\nFrontin' like your hard\nI'll play your f**kin' yard like a trussel\n[Chorus (2Pac):]\nWhatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?\nI'm gonna buy me a gun\nThen what's next?\nFood and Sex, house parties in the projects\nWe goin' all night\nWhatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? \n\n\n\nI'm gonna buy me a gun\nThen what's next?\nFood and Sex, house parties in the projects\nWe goin' all night\n[E.D.I Amin]\nAt times, I look through times wit' so much anger\nWonderin' why it keeps on pa*sin' bringin' me the danger\nNo singal hard time is a good one\nAt times I'm amazed\nNow what the mutha f**k a hood done\nWhat we do to get paid\nAll day, for the almighty, dollar\nDon't even bother to holla\nWe all destined to be swallowed\nBy the same thing we lust for\nThrew away our morals in bags of dust, more\nni**az is dying tommorrow\nWe, bet on all time\nni**a the clocks tickin'\nApproachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin\nCops sittin', politicians pa*sin' laws you ain't knowin'\nSoon that money goin' be illegal when you got it\nKeep your dough up\nBut I ain't goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' paper\nMan, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that s**t later\nPut the metal to the pedal, slash up ni**a, blaze\nLets get blowed out High Speed til the end of my dayz\nNow my people say\n[Chorus (2Pac): repeat 5X]\nWhatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?\nI'm gonna buy me a gun\nThen what's next?\nFood and Sex, house parties in the projects\nWe goin' all night\n[2Pac]\nHigh Speedz (we goin' all night)\nLife of an Outlaw, ghetto starz (we goin' all night)\n(Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun\nWhatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?\n(I'm gonna buy me a gun)\nFor my ni**az on the WestSide and the EastSide\nAnd the NorthSide and the SouthSide\n(I'm gonna buy me a gun)\n(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)\nFrom Compton to Jersey\n(I'm gonna buy me a gun)\nGettin' it real hard\nni**az in Michigan, (M.O.B ni**a, M.O.B)\nFrom Atlanta, Georgia to Utah\n(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)\nFrom St. Louis to Alabama\n(I'm gonna buy me a gun)\nFrom Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego\nSeattle to Florida\n(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)\nMaine to Ma*s, haha\n(I'm gonna buy me a gun)\nFood and Sex\n(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)\nAnd it don't stop, and it won't quit\n(I'm gonna buy me a gun)\nAnd it don't stop, and it won't quit\nAnd it don't stop, and it won't quit\n(I'm gonna buy me a gun)\nThen what's next?\nFood and Sex, house parties in the projects\nWe goin' all night\nHigh Speedz\nAnd it don't stop, and it won't quit\n(We goin' all night)\nAnd it don't stop, and it won't quit\n(We goin' all night)\nAnd it don't stop, and it won't quit\n(We goin' all night)\nAnd it don't stop, and it won't quit\n(I'm gonna buy me a gun)\nAnd it don't stop, and it won't quit\n(I'm gonna buy me a gun)\nAnd it don't stop, and it won't quit\nAnd it don't stop, and it won't quit\nOutlawz with that rough s**t, baby!\n[E.D.I Amin]\nLearn about it\nPac you goin' rap?\n",
    "2pac - High Til I Die (Alternate Original Version) lyrics": "[2Pac talking]\n(Coughing)\nOh sh**\n(Coughing)\nDamn\nAy, this for you punk motherf**er's in Marin\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nGame true, ain't got time for fools\nMoney on my mind so my nine rules\nTime to, make weight, n***as gettin' crazy paid\nAnd hatin' b**hes for the games they play\nSo n***a, pull quick\nBut better be quicker than the next, motherf**er on the, trigger\nCause I'm static\nStartin' to be a f**in' havoc gotta keep my automatic or get my a** kicked\nWhen I'm in traffic, it's kinda rough and, I drive a bucket\nLive the Thug Life n***a screaming, f** It\nLove to throw my middle finger to the Police\nNo bucks, no justice, no peace\nSmokin' blunts till I pa** out (Coughing)\nYeah n***a, gettin' a**ed out\nRollin' in my n***a's gla** house\nDrivin' fast, talkin' to b**hes whippin' cash out {fade out}\nI'm with my n***as, so f** the s**ers, buck the busters\nSmokin' Chronic motherf**er's causin' ruckus\nIt's the last of the Dank, pull over\nCan't hear a damn thing sober\nHigh till I die\n[Verse 2:Don Jagwarr]\nBooyah if you [?] knock you out and scream man murder\nHigh till I die yes a n***a must live it up\nIf ya eyes on indo then ya out for just burn it up\nOut for just burn it up\nKnow me out for just burn it up\n[?] out for scream thug life\nIf ya see a p**y [?] out for scream thug life\nChoke the p**y before [?]\n[Verse 3: Rated R]\nI stay high whilst that Chronic shifts\n24/7 all I hear then the Indo splits\nChoke in my Karl Kani, I think about d**h too much that's why I smoke my brains out\nSo I can relax and kick back\nCome off on a dope track with a rhyme to sack\nI got my d**h for the punk n***as want peace\nf** peace n***a, cause I'm playin' for keeps\nI got mercy, I squabble for a knot\n[?] on a blood spot\nLet me stop and put some petrol in my tank\nMack serve up the Dank I'm finna hold up this place\nPut my Ski mask on\nJump out like a motherf**er co*ked, locked, chrome \n\n\n\nI'm thinkin' about that mean a** spree\nGet in my room and make my getaway clean\nKnow what I mean its about [?]\nSmokin' my Chronic sack f** you b**hes\n[Bridge: Don Jagwarr]\n[?]a dick for all the sweet black p**y\n[?] dick for all the sweet black p**y\nIndo, burn it, burn it\nIndo, burn it, burn it\nWho got the Indo, burn it, burn it\nWho got the Indo, if ya out burn it, burn it\n[Verse 3: Macadoshis]\nI graduated from the school of Hard Knocks\nAt the age of Seventeen I went to camp for slangin' rocks\nA young n***a with nothin' to live for\nAll I ever wanted was a squeeze and a 6-4\nBut now they got a n***a trapped in the system\nI pop a Cop, when he drop, I piss on him\nI smoke blunts like it's a religion\nIt's 187, on a motherf**in' stool pigeon\nMight swoop in my coupe with the flat boots\nDon't have to make me to shoot when I'm looting\nGotta wait two years cause I'm struggling\nf** strugglin' I'd rather stay buzzing\nI live the Thug Life n***a till I die\nAnd if I do dope [?], just [?] the blunt and get high\nCause a n***a like me stays down till d**h\nKicked up dust, to smoke blunts till my last breathe\n[Bridge 2: Don Jagwarr]\nRoll 'em up, roll 'em up and yes we after smoke 'em\nRoll 'em up, roll 'em up and yes we after smoke 'em\nRoll 'em up, roll 'em up and yes we after smoke 'em\nRoll 'em up, roll 'em up and yes we after smoke 'em\n[Chorus: 2Pac & Souljah]\nHigh till I die\nLoc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till my casket drop\nHigh till I die\nLoc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till my casket drop\nI'm high till I die\nLoc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till my casket drop\nHigh till I die\nLoc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till my casket drop\nHigh till I die\nLoc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till the casket drop\nHigh till I die",
    "2pac - High Till I Die (OG) lyrics": "[2Pac talking]\n(Coughing)\nOh sh**\n(Coughing)\nDamn\nAy, this for you punk motherf**er's in Marin\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nGame true, ain't got time for fools\nMoney on my mind so my nine rules\nTime to, make weight, n***as gettin' crazy paid\nAnd hatin' b**hes for the games they play\nSo n***a, pull quick\nBut better be quicker than the next, motherf**er on the, trigger\nCause I'm static\nStartin' to be a f**in' havoc gotta keep my automatic or get my a** kicked\nWhen I'm in traffic, it's kinda rough and, I drive a bucket\nLive the Thug Life n***a screaming, f** It\nLove to throw my middle finger to the Police\nNo bucks, no justice, no peace\nSmokin' blunts till I pa** out (Coughing)\nYeah n***a, gettin' a**ed out\nRollin' in my n***a's gla** house\nDrivin' fast, talkin' to b**hes whippin' cash out\nI'm with my n***as, so f** the s**ers, buck the busters\nSmokin' Chronic motherf**er's causin' ruckus\nIt's the last of the Dank, pull over\nCan't hear a damn thing sober\nHigh till I die\n[Souljah talking]\nUh, unfadeable\nLike, can't be f**ed with\nLike, umm, n***as can't touch this sh** yeah\nLike umm, back the f** up motherf**er\nRated R finna flex on you punk a** busters\nYou better feel this n***a\nRated\n[Verse 2: Rated R]\nI stay high whilst that Chronic shifts\n24/7 all I hear then the Indo splits\nChoke in my Karl Kani, I think about d**h too much that's why I smoke my brains out\nSo I can relax and kick back\nCome off on a dope track with a ?? sack\nI got my d**h for the punk n***as want peace\nf** peace n***a, cause I'm playin' for keeps\nI got mercy, I squabble for a knot\nPump flex in my ?? on a blood spot\nLet me stop and put some petrol in my tank\nMack serve up the Dank I'm finna hold up this place\nPut my Ski mask on\nJump out like a motherf**er co*ked, locked, chrome\nI'm thinkin' about that mean a** spree \n\n\n\nGet in my room and make my getaway clean\nKnow what I mean its about ?? n***as\nSmokin' my Chronic sack f** you b**hes\n[Souljah talking]\nYeah n***a, punk a** hoes\nThug Life, all across the country\nWe want all the thugs to get untied\nYou know what I'm saying\nMack motherf**in' 10\n[Verse 3: Macadoshis]\nI graduated from the school of Hard Knocks\nAt the age of Seventeen I went to camp for slangin' rocks\nA young n***a with nothin' to live for\nAll I ever wanted was a squeeze and a 6-4\nBut now they got a n***a trapped in the system\nI pop a Cop, when he drop, I piss on him\nI smoke blunts like it's a religion\nIt's 187, on a motherf**in' stool pigeon\nMight swoop in my coupe with the flat boots\nDon't have to make me to shoot when I'm looting\nGotta wait two years cause I'm struggling\nf** strugglin' I'd rather stay buzzing\nI live the Thug Life n***a till I die\nAnd if I do dope ??, just hit the blunt and get high\nCause a n***a like me stays down till d**h\nKicked up dust, to smoke blunts till my last breathe\n[Souljah talking]\nHa ha, high till I motherf**in' die\nRun n***a, run n***a, I'm on ya\n[Chorus: 2Pac & Souljah x3]\nHigh till I die\nLoc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till my casket drop\nHigh till I die\nLoc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till my casket drop\nI'm high till I die\nLoc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till my casket drop\nHigh till I die\nLoc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till my casket drop\nHigh till I die\nLoc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till the casket drop\nHigh till I die\nYeah, stay high till I die\n(This go out to all my partners, and all my real n***as)\nHigh till I die\n(Yeah)\nBlaze that sh** man, light it up man\nHigh till I die\n(You know what I'm saying)\n(It's on, yeah)",
    "2pac - Hit 'em Up - Outlawz lyrics": "I ain't got no motherf**in friends\nThat's why I f**ed yo' b**h, you fat motherf**er\n(Take money) West side, Bad Boy k**ers (take money)\nYou know who the realest is n***az we bring it to you (take money)\n(Take money)\nFirst off, f** your b**h and the click you claim\nWestside when we ride come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player but I f**ed your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boy n***az f**ed for life\nPlus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-a** b**hes\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' j**els\nSteady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules\nLil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya\nCut your young a** up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f** around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' ugly a** off the streets, so f** peace\nI let them n***az know it's on for life\nSo let the Westside ride tonight\nBad Boy murdered on wax and k**ed\nf** wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see\nGrab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\nCall the cops, when you see Tupac, uh\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nn***a, I hit em' up\nCheck this out, you motherf**ers know what time it is (take money)\nI don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)\nY'all n***az ain't even on my level\nI'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)\nb**h made-a** bad boy b**hes deal with it!\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got dropped\nLittle Moo, pa** the mac, and let me hit him in his back\nFrank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya\nPoisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\nSpank ya shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your a** in the paint\nPuffy weaker than the f**in' block I'm runnin through n***a\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you n***a\nWith the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nYa clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up\nGrab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\nCall the cops, when you see Tupac, uh\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nn***a, I hit em' up\nPeep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle\nAll you n***az gettin k**ed with ya mouths open\nTryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'\nSmokin dope it's like a sherm high n***az think they learned to fly\nBut they burn motherf**er, you deserve to die\nTalkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me\nAll you n***az livin' bummy why you f**in' with me?\nI'm a self made millionaire\nThug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg a b**h to let you sleep in the house\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm bout to set the record straight\nWith my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherf**er, I hit 'em up \n\n\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers'\nWhere plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario\nLittle Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\nCopping pleas in de Janeiro\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the f**, is you stupid?\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\nWith a 15-shot co*ked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAnd all your fake a** East coast props\nBrainstormed and locked\nYou's a, beat biter\nA Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't sh** but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\nE.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherf**ing joke\nThug Life, n***as better be known\nBe approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\nNo need for hoping, it's a battle lost\nI got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\nn***a, I hit em up!\nNow you tell me who won\nI see them, they run\nThey don't wanna see us (take money)\nWhole Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique\nDressing up trying to be us (take money)\nHow the f** they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)\nWe millionaires\nk**ing ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)\nOh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna f** with us\nYou little young-a** motherf**ers (take money)\nDon't one of you n***as got sickle-cell or something (take money)\nYou're f**ing with me, n***a you f** around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)\nYou better back the f** up before you get smacked the f** up\nThis is how we do it on our side\nAny of you n***as from New York that want to bring it, bring it\nBut we ain't singing, we bringing drama\nf** you and your motherf**ing mama\nWe're gonna k** all you motherf**ers\nNow when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\nThen everybody had to open their mouth with a motherf**ing opinion\nWell this is how we gonna do this\nf** Mobb Deep, f** Biggie\nf** Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherf**ing crew\nAnd if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then f** you too\nChino XL, f** you too\nAll you motherf**ers, f** you too (take money, take money)\nAll of y'all mother f**ers, f** you, die slow, motherf**er\nMy .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow\nYou motherf**ers can't be us or see us\nWe motherf**in' Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die\nOut here in California, n***a, we warned ya\nWe'll bomb on you motherf**ers. We do our job\nYou think you mob? n***a, we the motherf**in' mob\nAin't nothing but k**ers and the real n***as\nAll you motherf**ers feel us\nOur sh** goes triple and 4-quadruple\n(Take money)\nYou n***as laugh 'cause our staff got\nGuns under they motherf**in' belts\nYou know how it is, when we drop records they felt\nYou n***as can't feel it, we the realest\nf** 'em, we Bad Boy-k**ers",
    "2pac - Hit 'Em Up (Az\u0259ric\u0259) lyrics": "[Giri\u015f: 2Pac]\nM\u0259nim dostum filan yoxdur\nBuna g\u00f6r\u0259 d\u0259 s\u0259nin arvad\u0131n\u0131 sikdim, s\u0259ni l\u0259n\u0259t\u0259 g\u0259l\u0259si gombul\nPulu g\u00f6t\u00fcr\nWest Side, Bad Boy qatill\u0259ri\nPulu g\u00f6t\u00fcr\nKimin \u0259n real oldu\u011funu bilirsiniz\nO da bizik\nPulu g\u00f6t\u00fcr, pulu g\u00f6t\u00fcr\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\n\u00d6nc\u0259likl\u0259 s\u0259nin arvad\u0131n\u0131 v\u0259 sahib \u00e7\u0131xd\u0131\u011f\u0131n tayfan\u0131 sikim\nWestside! Biz g\u0259z\u0259rk\u0259n silahlar\u0131n\u0131 g\u00f6t\u00fcr g\u0259l\n\u00d6z\u00fcn\u0259 gangster deyirs\u0259n, amma arvad\u0131n\u0131 m\u0259n sikdim\nBad Boy tayfas\u0131n\u0131n \u00fcz\u0259rin\u0259 at\u0259\u015fl\u0259r a\u00e7ar\u0131q, z\u0259ncil\u0259r \u00fc\u00e7\u00fcn h\u0259yat bitdi\nAyr\u0131ca Puffy m\u0259ni z\u0259if \u00fcr\u0259k at\u0131\u015flar\u0131 il\u0259 g\u00f6rm\u0259k ist\u0259yir\nBiggie Smalls v\u0259 Junior M.A.F.I.A bir d\u0259st\u0259 q\u0259hb\u0259\nSiz bizim q\u0131z\u0131llar\u0131m\u0131z\u0131 o\u011furlamaq ist\u0259y\u0259rk\u0259n \u00fcst\u00fcn\u00fcz\u0259 at\u0259\u015f a\u00e7ma\u011fa davam edirik\n\u018fll\u0259rimiz t\u0259tikd\u0259, g\u00fcll\u0259l\u0259ri bu axmaqlar\u0131n \u00fcz\u0259rin\u0259 ya\u011fd\u0131r\u0131r\u0131q\nQaydalar\u0131 bilirsiniz\nLil' Caesar, get dostundan soru\u015f s\u0259ni n\u0259 hala g\u0259tir\u0259c\u0259y\u0259mi\nS\u0259ni do\u011fray\u0131b, par\u00e7alara ay\u0131raram, indi is\u0259 g\u0259b\u0259r\nLittle Kim, \u0259sl gangsterl\u0259rin aras\u0131nda g\u0259zm\u0259\n\u00c7\u0259k art\u0131q o iyr\u0259nc g\u00f6t\u00fcn\u00fc k\u00fc\u00e7\u0259l\u0259rd\u0259n\nSikdim s\u00fclh\u00fc! Z\u0259ncil\u0259r bilsin, bu sona q\u0259d\u0259r davam ed\u0259c\u0259k\nQ\u0259rb t\u0259r\u0259fini k\u00fc\u00e7\u0259l\u0259r\u0259 \u00e7\u0131xartd\u0131rma bu gec\u0259 haha\nBad Boy \u00f6nc\u0259 mahn\u0131da, sonra ger\u00e7\u0259k h\u0259yatda g\u0259b\u0259rdildi\nM\u0259n\u0259 ili\u015fs\u0259niz ba\u015f\u0131n\u0131zdan g\u00fcll\u0259ni yey\u0259rsiniz\nBilirsiniz\n[N\u0259qar\u0259t: 2Pac]\nSilahlar\u0131n\u0131z\u0131 qap\u0131n 2Pac'\u0131 g\u00f6rd\u00fcy\u00fcn\u00fczd\u0259\nPolis \u00e7a\u011f\u0131r\u0131n 2Pac'\u0131 g\u00f6rd\u00fcy\u00fcn\u00fczd\u0259, oh\nKim vurdu m\u0259ni? Amma siz s\u0259rs\u0259ril\u0259rl\u0259 i\u015fim bitm\u0259di\n\u0130ndi is\u0259 bir ba\u015f b\u0259las\u0131n\u0131n q\u0259z\u0259bini hiss etm\u0259k \u00fcz\u0259r\u0259siniz\nZ\u0259nci, g\u0259b\u0259rdir\u0259m onlar\u0131\n[Interlude: 2Pac]\nBuna bax\u0131n indi.. Siz l\u0259n\u0259t\u0259 g\u0259lmi\u015fl\u0259r bilirsiniz vaxt\u0131n ne\u00e7\u0259 oldu\u011funu\nNiy\u0259 bu par\u00e7ada yer al\u0131ram, onu bel\u0259 bilmir\u0259m\nSiz z\u0259ncil\u0259r m\u0259nim s\u0259viyy\u0259md\u0259 deyilsiniz\n\u0130ndi is\u0259 m\u0259nim balaca dostlar\u0131m h\u00fccum ed\u0259c\u0259k\nBad Boy \u00fcz\u0259rin\u0259\nPulu g\u00f6t\u00fcr\n[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]\nYoldan \u00e7\u0259kilin, yo, yoldan \u00e7\u0259kilin, yo\nBiggie Smalls vuruldu\nLittle Moo' m\u0259n\u0259 silah\u0131m\u0131 uzat, bir d\u0259 arxadan m\u0259n vurum onu\nFrank White el\u0259dikl\u0259rind\u0259n dolay\u0131 d\u00f6y\u00fclm\u0259si laz\u0131m\nSizi balaca \"qatil\"l\u0259r v\u0259 m\u0259n he\u00e7 vaxt sizin ad\u0131n\u0131z\u0131 e\u015fitm\u0259dim\nZ\u0259h\u0259rli tapan\u00e7alar\u0131m siz\u0259 h\u00fccum ed\u0259r servis etdiyim zaman\nSizi \u015fill\u0259l\u0259y\u0259r\u0259m, sizin olmayan\u0131 ald\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131z \u00fc\u00e7\u00fcn b\u00fct\u00fcn stilinizi bitir\u0259r\u0259m\nQoru \u00f6z\u00fcn\u00fc, \u00e7\u00fcnki g\u00f6t\u00fcn\u00fc yerd\u0259n-yer\u0259 vuracam\nPuffy m\u0259nim birlikd\u0259 oldu\u011fum z\u0259ncil\u0259rd\u0259n qat-qat g\u00fccs\u00fczd\u00fcr, z\u0259nci\nV\u0259 Junior M.A.F.I.A'n\u0131 g\u00f6z\u00fcn\u00fcz\u00fcn \u00f6n\u00fcnd\u0259 g\u0259b\u0259rd\u0259r\u0259m, z\u0259nci\nH\u0259r zaman haz\u0131ram\nEddie Bauer'in alt\u0131ndak\u0131 g\u00fcc\u00fcml\u0259\n[N\u0259qar\u0259t: 2Pac]\nSilahlar\u0131n\u0131z\u0131 qap\u0131n 2Pac'\u0131 g\u00f6rd\u00fcy\u00fcn\u00fczd\u0259\nPolis \u00e7a\u011f\u0131r\u0131n 2Pac'\u0131 g\u00f6rd\u00fcy\u00fcn\u00fczd\u0259, oh\nKim vurdu m\u0259ni? Amma siz s\u0259rs\u0259ril\u0259rl\u0259 i\u015fim bitm\u0259di\n\u0130ndi is\u0259 bir ba\u015f b\u0259las\u0131n\u0131n q\u0259z\u0259bini hiss etm\u0259k \u00fcz\u0259r\u0259siniz\nZ\u0259nci, g\u0259b\u0259rdir\u0259m onlar\u0131\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nBax g\u00f6r nec\u0259 edirik biz bu i\u015fi, h\u0259bsxan*lardak\u0131 d\u0259mirl\u0259r kimi s\u0259rtik\nBu freestyle yar\u0131\u015fmas\u0131 deyil\nSiz z\u0259ncil\u0259r a\u011fz\u0131 a\u00e7\u0131q g\u0259b\u0259r\u0259ksiniz\nM\u0259ni t\u0259qlid etm\u0259y\u0259 \u00e7al\u0131\u015f\u0131rs\u0131n\u0131z, \u00fcmidl\u0259riniz buludlarda\n\u018fsrar \u00e7\u0259kirsiniz, onun verdiyi h\u0259v\u0259sl\u0259\nSiz z\u0259ncil\u0259r u\u00e7ma\u011fa \u00e7al\u0131\u015f\u0131rs\u0131n\u0131z\nAmma onlar yan\u0131r, l\u0259n\u0259t\u0259 g\u0259l\u0259si s\u0259n g\u0259b\u0259rm\u0259y\u0259 layiqs\u0259n\nPul qazanmaqdan b\u0259hs edirsiniz, bu m\u0259n\u0259 g\u00fclm\u0259li g\u0259lir\n\u00c7\u00fcnki siz z\u0259ncil\u0259rin ya\u015fam\u0131 r\u00fcsvayd\u0131r - niy\u0259 m\u0259n\u0259 ili\u015firsiniz?\nM\u0259n \u00f6z \u0259m\u0259yiml\u0259 milyoner oldum\nH\u0259bsxanadan \u00e7\u0131xd\u0131m, thug h\u0259yat\u0131 ya\u015fay\u0131ram, silahlar havada\nBiggie, xat\u0131rla divan\u0131mda yatma\u011f\u0131na izn verdiyim g\u00fcnl\u0259ri\nV\u0259 sevgilim\u0259 s\u0259ni ev\u0259 almaq \u00fc\u00e7\u00fcn yalvard\u0131\u011f\u0131m zamanlar\u0131?\n\u0130ndi is\u0259 h\u0259r \u015fey Versace il\u0259 ba\u011fl\u0131d\u0131r, m\u0259nim stilimi o\u011furlad\u0131n\u0131z\n5 g\u00fcll\u0259 m\u0259ni bitirm\u0259di, yedim ham\u0131s\u0131n\u0131 v\u0259 g\u00fcl\u00fcms\u0259dim \n\n\n\n\u0130ndi v\u0259ziyy\u0259ti b\u0259rab\u0259rl\u0259\u015fdirm\u0259k \u00fc\u00e7\u00fcn geri g\u0259ldim\nYan\u0131mda AK'la, h\u0259l\u0259 d\u0259 \u0259n sevdiyiniz v\u0259 \u0259n nifr\u0259t etdiyiniz gangstayam\nL\u0259n\u0259t\u0259 g\u0259lmi\u015fl\u0259r, sizl\u0259ri g\u0259b\u0259rdir\u0259m\n[Verse 4: Kadafi]\nM\u0259n bir \u00e7ox cinay\u0259tin ya\u015fad\u0131\u011f\u0131 N-E-W Jersey'd\u0259n\u0259m\nN\u00f6qt\u0259siz, verg\u00fcls\u00fcz, sizl\u0259r\u0259 ac\u0131n\u0131 ya\u015fad\u0131r\u0131q\n\u0130ndi ssenariy\u0259 g\u00f6z ataq: Lil' Cease\nSaxta gangster dostlar\u0131n\u0131 diz \u00e7\u00f6kd\u00fcr\u0259c\u0259m, Janeiro'daym\u0131\u015f kimi yalvaracaqlar\nLil' Kim, kokain yoxsa \u0259srar \u00e7\u0259kdin?\nS\u0259nin o balaca Junior Whopper tayfan m\u0259rmil\u0259ri yedi\nAxmaqm\u0131s\u0131n\u0131z?\nPulumu alaram v\u0259 Brooklyn'i \u0259zib ke\u00e7\u0259r\u0259m\nYan\u0131mdak\u0131 tayfam ba\u015f\u0131n\u0131za 15 m\u0259rmilik silah\u0131 dayay\u0131b, m\u0259h\u0259ll\u0259nizi da\u011f\u0131dark\u0259n\nOutlaw MAFIA'n\u0131n pay\u0131n\u0131 verir\nV\u0259 pop ulduzlar\u0131n\u0131z vurulur\nB\u00fct\u00fcn saxta \u015e\u0259rq reperl\u0259ri\nT\u0259l\u0259y\u0259 d\u00fc\u015fd\u00fcn\u00fcz v\u0259 ba\u015f\u0131n\u0131z qar\u0131\u015fd\u0131\n[Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean]\nS\u0259n beat o\u011frususan, Pac'\u0131n stilini o\u011furlayansan\nBunu \u00fcz\u00fcn\u0259 d\u0259 dey\u0259c\u0259m, \u00f6z\u0259ntid\u0259n ba\u015fqa bir pox deyils\u0259n\nSodal\u0131 Alize'dan daha x\u0259fifs\u0259n\nPulun \u00fc\u00e7\u00fcn g\u0259b\u0259rdil\u0259c\u0259ks\u0259n\nE.D.I. Mean'\u0131n \u015f\u00f6hr\u0259ti il\u0259 \u00e7\u0131xar s\u0259hn\u0259y\u0259\nBir gangster kimi, Little Ceas' vark\u0259n qolunun aras\u0131nda\nSilah\u0131n ucu t\u00fcst\u00fcl\u0259yir, bizim zarafat\u0131m\u0131z yoxdur\nThug Life, z\u0259ncil\u0259r bunu bils\u0259, yax\u015f\u0131 olar\n\u00c7\u0131xar\u0131q k\u00fc\u00e7\u0259l\u0259r\u0259, silahlarla\nG\u0259r\u0259k yoxdur \u00fcmidl\u0259nm\u0259yiniz\u0259, uduzdu\u011funuz bir d\u00f6y\u00fc\u015fd\u00fcr bu\nAy\u0131lar-ay\u0131lmaz onlar ni\u015fangah\u0131mda olacaq\nZ\u0259nci, onlar\u0131 g\u0259b\u0259rdir\u0259m!\n[\u00c7\u0131x\u0131\u015f: 2Pac]\nM\u0259n\u0259 kimin qazand\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 s\u00f6yl\u0259yin\nQa\u00e7\u0131rlar, onlar\u0131 g\u00f6rd\u00fcm\nBizim qar\u015f\u0131m\u0131za \u00e7\u0131xmaq ist\u0259mirl\u0259r\nPulu g\u00f6t\u00fcr\nB\u00fct\u00fcn Junior M.A.F.I.A tayfas\u0131 bizim kimi geyinib, biz\u0259 b\u0259nz\u0259m\u0259y\u0259 \u00e7al\u0131\u015f\u0131rlar\nPulu g\u00f6t\u00fcr\nBiz bu i\u015fi g\u00f6r\u0259rk\u0259n onlar nec\u0259 gangster ola bil\u0259r?\n\u00d6ld\u00fcrm\u0259k m\u0259qbul bir pox deyil, amma biril\u0259ri etm\u0259lidir bunu, biz milyonerik\nOh, ayr\u0131ca, Mobb Deep: biz\u0259 ili\u015fm\u0259k ist\u0259yirsiniz?\nSizi l\u0259n\u0259t\u0259 g\u0259lmi\u015f balacalar\nSiz z\u0259ncil\u0259rin birind\u0259 anemiya yox idi?\nM\u0259n\u0259 ili\u015firs\u0259n, h\u0259 z\u0259nci?\nM\u0259n\u0259 ili\u015fib ya q\u0259lb krizi ke\u00e7ir\u0259rs\u0259n, ya da iflic olarsan\nOna g\u00f6r\u0259 d\u0259 d\u00f6y\u00fclm\u0259d\u0259n \u00f6nc\u0259 sikdirib gets\u0259n yax\u015f\u0131 olar\n\u0130\u015fl\u0259r bizim sahild\u0259 bel\u0259 gedir\nNew York'dan g\u0259lm\u0259k ist\u0259y\u0259n h\u0259r hans\u0131sa z\u0259nci varsa, g\u0259lsin\nAmma biz yaln\u0131zca mahn\u0131 oxumuruq, dram da ya\u015fad\u0131r\u0131q\nSizi d\u0259, l\u0259n\u0259t\u0259 g\u0259lmi\u015f anan\u0131z\u0131 da sikim\nSiz l\u0259n\u0259t\u0259 g\u0259lmi\u015fl\u0259ri \u00f6ld\u00fcr\u0259c\u0259yik\n\u0130lk ba\u015fda siz\u0259 bunun Biggie il\u0259 aramda oldu\u011funu s\u00f6yl\u0259dim\nArd\u0131ndan ham\u0131 l\u0259n\u0259t\u0259 g\u0259lmi\u015f fikirl\u0259rini bildirm\u0259k \u00fc\u00e7\u00fcn a\u011fz\u0131n\u0131 a\u00e7d\u0131\nYax\u015f\u0131 biz d\u0259 bel\u0259 edirik o zaman:\nMobb Deep' sikim, Biggie'ni sikim, Bad Boy'u \u015firk\u0259t, qurum v\u0259 \u015f\u0259b\u0259k\u0259 olaraq sikim!\nV\u0259 \u0259g\u0259r Bad Boy il\u0259s\u0259ns\u0259, s\u0259ni d\u0259 sikim!\nChino XL, s\u0259ni d\u0259 sikim!\nB\u00fct\u00fcn l\u0259n\u0259t\u0259 g\u0259lmi\u015fl\u0259r, ham\u0131n\u0131z\u0131 sikim!\n(Pulu g\u00f6t\u00fcr, pulu g\u00f6t\u00fcr)\nB\u00fct\u00fcn\u00fc l\u0259n\u0259t\u0259 g\u0259lmi\u015fl\u0259r ham\u0131n\u0131z\u0131 sikim, yava\u015f-yava\u015f g\u0259b\u0259rin\n44'l\u00fcy\u00fcm* u\u015faq b\u00f6y\u00fctm\u0259y\u0259c\u0259yinizi t\u0259min ed\u0259c\u0259k!\nSiz sikilmi\u015fl\u0259r n\u0259 biz ola bil\u0259rsiniz, n\u0259 d\u0259 bizi g\u00f6r\u0259 bil\u0259rsiniz\nBiz Thug Life \u0259sg\u0259rl\u0259riyik\n\u00d6l\u0259n\u0259 q\u0259d\u0259r d\u0259 Q\u0259rb t\u0259r\u0259find\u0259yik!\nKaliforniya'da sizl\u0259ri x\u0259b\u0259rdar etdik\nSizi bombalayaca\u011f\u0131q, bizim i\u015fimiz bu!\nGangster oldu\u011funuzu san\u0131rs\u0131n\u0131z? \u018fsl gangster bizik\nAram\u0131zda qatill\u0259rd\u0259n v\u0259 cavan z\u0259ncil\u0259rd\u0259n ba\u015fqas\u0131 yoxdur\nBizim i\u015fl\u0259rimizi sevirsiniz\nAlbomlar\u0131m\u0131z d\u00f6rdl\u00fc satd\u0131\nPulu g\u00f6t\u00fcr\nAdamlar\u0131m\u0131z\u0131n paltarlar\u0131n\u0131n alt\u0131nda silah var dey\u0259 g\u00fcl\u00fcrs\u00fcn\u00fcz biz\u0259\nBunun nec\u0259 oldu\u011funu bilirsiniz, biz mahn\u0131lar\u0131m\u0131z\u0131 \u00e7\u0131xartd\u0131qda onlar hiss edir\nAmma siz z\u0259ncil\u0259r hiss ed\u0259 bilmirsiniz, biz real\u0131q\nSikim onlar\u0131, Bad Boy qatiliyik\nBiz qatilik, biz qatilik",
    "2pac - Hit 'Em Up (Clean Version) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nI ain't got no friends\nYeah, I'ma do this track\nWestside!\nMOB, Bad Boy k**a!\nHahahaha, hey fat boy...\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nFirst off, touched your chick and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a playa, but I bust your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, brothers touch for life\nPlus Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior Mafia is some mark a** tricks\nWe keep on comin', while we gunnin' for ya' j**els\nSteady rushin' while we bustin' at cha fools, you know the rules\nLittle Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave ya\nCut your trick a** up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLittle Kim, don't conversate with real G's\nQuick to snatch your ugly a** off the streets, you knew we...\nI'll let them s**ers know it's on for life\nDon't let the westside ride tonight (hahaha)\nBad Boy murdered on Wax and k**ed\nMess with me and get your caps peeled\nYou know, See\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, Uhh\nWho shot me, but your punks didn't finish\nNow, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\ns**er, I hit 'em up\n[Ad-libs: 2Pac]\nYeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp\nYou know how we do it\nAll my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin'\nAll the rest of you bustas die slow!\n[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]\nGet out the way yo, Hussein Fatal\nYou know Biggie Smalls just got dropped\nLittle Mu' pa** the MAC and let me hit 'em in his back\nFrank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya\nPoise less gats attack when I'm servin' ya\nShanke you, spank ya, your whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, cause I'ma slam your a** in a pang\nPuffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through\nAnd I'm smokin Junior Mafia in front of you\nWith the ready power, tucked in my guess under my Eddie Bower\nYour clout petty sour I push packages ever hour\nWe hit 'em up\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me, but your punks didn't finish\nNow, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nBusta, I hit 'em up\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nPeep how we do it, keep it real, it's penintentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you s**ers gettin' k**ed, with your mouths open\nTryin' to come up off of me when the clouds hopin' \n\n\n\nSmokin' dope, it's like a Sherm high, brothers think they learned to fly\nLike they burn little s**ers, you deserve to die\nTalkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\nAll you s**ers livin' bummy, while you messin' with me\nI'm a self made millionaire\nThug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air\nBiggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg the trick to let you sleep in the house\nNow it's all about versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\nWith my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nLittle busta I'll hit 'em up\n[Verse 4: Yaki Kadafi]\nI'm from N-E-W Jerz where plenty of murder occurs\nNo points, no commas we bring drama to all you herds\nNow go check the scenerio\nLittle Cease, I'll bring my enemies, to they knees, coppin' pleas a degenario\nBig Mama is ya coked up or doped up\nGet your little Junior whopper clique smoked up\nPlease tell me is you stupid?\nI take money, crash and mash, through Brooklyn\nWith my clique lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\nWith fifteen shot, co*ked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw Mafia clique movin' up another notch\nAnd your Pop stars boxed and get mobbed and dropped\nAnd all your fake a** east coast props brainstormed and locked\n[Verse 5: E.D.I.]\nYou's a B-writer a 'Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to face, you ain't nothin' but a faker\nSofter than Aliz\u00e9 with a chaser\n'bout to get murdered for the paper\nEDI Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Prodigy in a choke, huh totin' smoke\nOutlawz we ain't no joke, Thug Life cowards better be known\nWe approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\nNo need for hopin', it's a battle lost\nI got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\nHAHA, I hit 'em up\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nEmpty clips, set trip\nYou know what time it is\nWestside, Outlaw, Thug Life 'til we die\nCalifornia love, california thug\nYou know what time it is\nBad Boy k**a\nMobb Deep k**a\nChino XL k**a\nMuch love to Smiff N Wesson, Freddie Foxxx, Bunchy The Fat ba*tard, Naughty\nBy Nature and all the real thugs out there\nKeep it comin'!\nWestsiiide!\nYou know what time it is\nAll my real homeboys in Jersey, get up!\nOutlaw! Thug Life! to die\nWestside, Outlaw",
    "2pac - Hit 'Em Up (Original Version) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nI ain't got no motherf**ing friends\nWhat y'all n***as talking about?\nHell yeah I'mma do this motherf**ing track\nAnd they know exactly who I'm talking about, too, you old b**h-made n***as\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nCause uh, n***as talk plenty sh**, so many tricks\nI f**ed your b**h cause I'm true to this, witness the hit\nYou talk bad about a n***a when I got blasted\nHope you made a little money while the funk lasted\nHeard they call you Big Poppa n***a, how you figure?\nCause to me you'll always be a phoney fat n***a\nI can't be copied even wearing Versace, n***a you run or ruck\nScared as f**, if the guns would bust, now n***as talk\nI got a list of player haters and fakes\nYou b**h n***as getting blown away\nYou cross-eyed Down syndrome crack baby\nSo you and Puffy are tough? Now that's crazy\nI got your a** in my sight, n***as dying tonight\nWe screaming, \"West Side for life\"\nAnd I can't wait to see you n***as in traffic cause we gonna get 'em up\nWhen you see me, you better bust cause I'm a hit 'em up\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nn***a we hit 'em up\n[Verse 2: Napolean]\nIt's hard to explain, this wasn't my thang when I was younger\nBefore my sh**, I swear to God, I'll make you stick just to make a come up\nn***as run up cause more murder for the money\nGot caught up tryna make a harder record, should have been on checked\nCause I bet you and it's for life\nYou'll never gonna see a n***a like me wanting a battle up on T.V\nI'd rather release some of these\nAnd put a slug to you buster a** n***as that continue to squeeze\nI got some n***as back in Jersey that would rather be jacking cars\nAnd robbing b**h n***as like y'all for emergency\nLet's take it back to the West Side\nThem n***as sure gonna be riders and plus we Thug Life n***as, so call us multiply\nFinger on the trigger, b**hes stand and rise\nBut we don't trust 'em and they might be the first that we gonna bust up\nJust label me a Bad Boy k**er\nYou Mobb Deep b**hes gonna feel us when we turn into k**ers\nHit 'em up\n[Verse 3: E.D.I Amin]\nNow this is me, BBK all day, ain't no blunt, ain't no creeping\nStrictly Bad Boy k**ing, shoot that a** like a squealer \n\n\n\nNow let this motherf**ing top down, I'm fitting to drop rounds\nLetting these sounds, pop and then I'm hot bound\nSeeing them shatter, shooting my sh** to work a lease go\nWhat's up to the riders in L.A, don't preach on up to the East O\nShooting that so, C-Lo, circle, that sh** don't hurt you\n___________ made to turn you purple\nWanna take a plane, but we enemies to the game\nWell get that a** tamed, simple and plain, y'all know the name\nDrama, riders, through the whole night\nn***as get taught, then we bobbin' through, they hits slow\nNo need for running cause we don't give a f**\nBeside the funky man, we got to hit they a** on up\n[Verse 4: Hussein Fatal]\nGet out the way, yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nAnd I'm a true eagle storming, n***a don't need your fat a** in California\nI catch you on any East Coast corner and you's a goner\nPuffy weaker than f**ing block, I'm running through n***a\nAnd I'm smoking Junior M.A.F.I.A in front of you n***a\nWith the ready power, tucking my gats under my Eddie Bauer\nYou clothes petty sour, I push packages every hour\nMy sons past when slapping nickels on gla** 40s\nSo hand me cash, you made on that F without your a** shorty\nI got a team of simple boutable souls\nWith my ears like Yoda quick as a cobra and never sober\n[Verse 5: Khadafi]\nI'm on a 12 O' Clock cruise to Brooklyn and I'm looking\nFor the thirl in your barrel ready to get his life tooken\nSo where your k**ers at you fake trick\nE.D.I. will leave your coward a** stripped and a full clip in your stomach\nYou been all year n***a running\nPopping every coward and every n***a behind you\nI made it about impossible\nFor you n***as to escape another 'mergency visit to the hospital\nI can't wait meet up with all you b**hes in the streets\nSo I can leave all you cowards leaking in your f**ing seats\nWhen we hit 'em up\n[Verse 6: Storm]\nIf you a big bad mothaf**er come step to this\nI got points in the clip and worms on the tits\nWho wanna test this to the 1 2 3 bound to get they a** put under\nCause the Storm is bringing nothing but thunder\nWho's the bomb n***a quick to feel that ichy finger\nSituation of my nine who's the bigger trigger\nI approached a true G you though I was easy\nNow you begging on your knees pleasey",
    "2pac - Hit 'Em Up (Remix) lyrics": "[Chorus (Anno Domini Beats)]:\nWhat you wanna do\nI'm right infront of you\nIf it's a problem just let me know\nI never front on you\nBut what you gonna do?\nNothing! You 'bout to get your a** whipped b**h\nI'ma roll like I'm f**ing 'posed to\nYou a lame you ain't coming close to\nWhat I got now, quit the fronting dude\nBefore I'm stomping you\nIf you a thug f**ing tell me what you wanna do\nWhat chu 'gon do\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nFirst off, f** your b**h and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player, but I f**ed your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, n***as f**ed for life\nPlus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-a** b**hes\nWe keep on coming while we running for your j**els\nSteady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\nYou know the rules\nLil' Caesar go ask your homie how I'll leave you\nCut your young a** up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLittle Kim, don't f** around with real G's\nQuick to snatch your ugly a** off the streets\nSo f** peace! I'll let them n***as know it's on for life\nDon't let the Westside ride the night haha\nBad Boy murdered on wax and k**ed\nf** with me and get your caps peeled\nYou know\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nSee, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, oh\nWho shot me, but your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nn***a, I hit 'em up\n[Chorus]\n[Verse 2: Eminem]\nThere they go, packin' stadiums as Shady spits his flow\nNuts they go; Macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa\nHe can make them look like bozos\nHe's wondering if he should spit this slow\nf** no! Go for broke, his cup just runneth over, oh no \n\n\n\nHe ain't had him a buzz like this\nSince the last time that he overdosed\nThey been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose\nBack into the game and they know\nRap will never be same as befo'\nBashing in the brains of these hoes\nAnd establishing the name as he goes\nThe pa**ion in the flame is ignited\nYou can't put it out once we light it\nThis sh** is exactly what the f**\nThat I'm talking about when we riot\nYou dealing with a few true villains\nWho stand inside of a booth, truth spillin'\nAnd spit true feelings until our tooth fillings\nCome flying up outta of our mouths\nNow rewind it \u2013 pay back, motherf**er\nFor the way that you got at me, how's it taste?\nWhen I slap the taste outta your mouth\nWith the ba** so loud that it shakes the place\nI'm Hannibal Lecter\nSo just in case you're thinking of saving face\nYou ain't gonna have no face to save\nBy the time I'm through with this place, so Drake\u2026 (this place so Drake)\n[Chorus]\n[Verse 3: Ice Cube]\nWe be\nThe best of CG\nGreedy\nAbduct the PD\nSee me?\nn***a, not in 3D\nBe me?\nHah, it's not easy\nI'm breezy\nAnd off the heezy\nMe and my woman's like George & Wheezy\nMovin' on up, n***as use to tease me\nSee me on top\nIt makes you queasy\nSick with it\nb**h, I'm Bruce Lee\nSeduce me\nYou're nice and juicy\nIn the parking lot, I gots to get mine\nWhy the f** we goin' in when there's b**hes in line?\nI spend my time watchin' b**hes' behinds\nThinkin' bad sh** in the back of my mind\nI bump and grind with nothing less than a dime\nMaking movie money, you still investin' in rhymes\n(n***a I hit em up!)\n[Chorus]",
    "2pac - Hit Em Up lyrics": "I ain't got no motherf**in friends\nThat's why I f**ed yo' b**h, you fat motherf**er\n(Take money) West side, Bad Boy k**ers (take money)\nYou know who the realest is n***az we bring it to you (take money)\n(Take money)\nFirst off, f** your b**h and the click you claim\nWestside when we ride come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player but I f**ed your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boy n***az f**ed for life\nPlus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-a** b**hes\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' j**els\nSteady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules\nLil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya\nCut your young a** up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f** around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' ugly a** off the streets, so f** peace\nI let them n***az know it's on for life\nSo let the Westside ride tonight\nBad Boy murdered on wax and k**ed\nf** wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see\nGrab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\nCall the cops, when you see Tupac, uh\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nn***a, I hit em' up\nCheck this out, you motherf**ers know what time it is (take money)\nI don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)\nY'all n***az ain't even on my level\nI'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)\nb**h made-a** bad boy b**hes deal with it!\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got dropped\nLittle Moo, pa** the mac, and let me hit him in his back\nFrank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya\nPoisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\nSpank ya shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your a** in the paint\nPuffy weaker than the f**in' block I'm runnin through n***a\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you n***a\nWith the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nYa clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up\nGrab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\nCall the cops, when you see Tupac, uh\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nn***a, I hit em' up\nPeep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle\nAll you n***az gettin k**ed with ya mouths open\nTryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'\nSmokin dope it's like a sherm high n***az think they learned to fly\nBut they burn motherf**er, you deserve to die\nTalkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me\nAll you n***az livin' bummy why you f**in' with me?\nI'm a self made millionaire\nThug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg a b**h to let you sleep in the house\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm bout to set the record straight\nWith my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherf**er, I hit 'em up \n\n\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers'\nWhere plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario\nLittle Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\nCopping pleas in de Janeiro\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the f**, is you stupid?\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\nWith a 15-shot co*ked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAnd all your fake a** East coast props\nBrainstormed and locked\nYou's a, beat biter\nA Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't sh** but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\nE.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherf**ing joke\nThug Life, n***as better be known\nBe approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\nNo need for hoping, it's a battle lost\nI got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\nn***a, I hit em up!\nNow you tell me who won\nI see them, they run\nThey don't wanna see us (take money)\nWhole Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique\nDressing up trying to be us (take money)\nHow the f** they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)\nWe millionaires\nk**ing ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)\nOh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna f** with us\nYou little young-a** motherf**ers (take money)\nDon't one of you n***as got sickle-cell or something (take money)\nYou're f**ing with me, n***a you f** around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)\nYou better back the f** up before you get smacked the f** up\nThis is how we do it on our side\nAny of you n***as from New York that want to bring it, bring it\nBut we ain't singing, we bringing drama\nf** you and your motherf**ing mama\nWe're gonna k** all you motherf**ers\nNow when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\nThen everybody had to open their mouth with a motherf**ing opinion\nWell this is how we gonna do this\nf** Mobb Deep, f** Biggie\nf** Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherf**ing crew\nAnd if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then f** you too\nChino XL, f** you too\nAll you motherf**ers, f** you too (take money, take money)\nAll of y'all mother f**ers, f** you, die slow, motherf**er\nMy .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow\nYou motherf**ers can't be us or see us\nWe motherf**in' Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die\nOut here in California, n***a, we warned ya\nWe'll bomb on you motherf**ers. We do our job\nYou think you mob? n***a, we the motherf**in' mob\nAin't nothing but k**ers and the real n***as\nAll you motherf**ers feel us\nOur sh** goes triple and 4-quadruple\n(Take money)\nYou n***as laugh 'cause our staff got\nGuns under they motherf**in' belts\nYou know how it is, when we drop records they felt\nYou n***as can't feel it, we the realest\nf** 'em, we Bad Boy-k**ers",
    "2pac - Hit Em Up Nu Mixx lyrics": "I ain't got no motherf**in friends\nThat's why I f**ed yo' b**h, you fat motherf**er\n(Take money) West side, Bad Boy k**ers (take money)\nYou know who the realest is n***az we bring it to you (take money)\n(Take money) First off, f** your b**h and the click you claim\nWestside when we ride come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player but I f**ed your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boy n***az f**ed for life\nPlus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-a** b**hes\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' j**els\nSteady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules\nLil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya\nCut your young a** up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f** around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' ugly a** off the streets, so f** peace\nI let them n***az know it's on for life\nSo let the Westside ride tonight\nBad Boy murdered on wax and k**ed\nf** wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\nCall the cops, when you see Tupac, uh\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nn***a, I hit em' up Check this out, you motherf**ers know what time it is (take money)\nI don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)\nY'all n***az ain't even on my level\nI'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)\nb**h made-a** bad boy b**hes deal with it! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got dropped\nLittle Moo, pa** the mac, and let me hit him in his back\nFrank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya\nPoisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\nSpank ya shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your a** in the paint\nPuffy weaker than the f**in' block I'm runnin through n***a\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you n***a\nWith the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nYa clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\nCall the cops, when you see Tupac, uh\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nn***a, I hit em' up Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle\nAll you n***az gettin k**ed with ya mouths open\nTryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'\nSmokin dope it's like a sherm high n***az think they learned to fly\nBut they burn motherf**er, you deserve to die\nTalkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me\nAll you n***az livin' bummy why you f**in' with me?\nI'm a self made millionaire\nThug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg a b**h to let you sleep in the house\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm bout to set the record straight\nWith my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherf**er, I hit 'em up I'm from N-E-W Jers' \n\n\n\nWhere plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario\nLittle Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\nCopping pleas in de Janeiro\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the f**, is you stupid?\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\nWith a 15-shot co*ked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAnd all your fake a** East coast props\nBrainstormed and locked You's a, beat biter\nA Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't sh** but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\nE.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherf**ing joke\nThug Life, n***as better be known\nBe approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\nNo need for hoping, it's a battle lost\nI got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\nn***a, I hit em up! Now you tell me who won\nI see them, they run\nThey don't wanna see us (take money)\nWhole Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique\nDressing up trying to be us (take money)\nHow the f** they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)\nWe millionaires\nk**ing ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)\nOh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna f** with us\nYou little young-a** motherf**ers (take money)\nDon't one of you n***as got sickle-cell or something (take money)\nYou're f**ing with me, n***a you f** around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)\nYou better back the f** up before you get smacked the f** up\nThis is how we do it on our side\nAny of you n***as from New York that want to bring it, bring it\nBut we ain't singing, we bringing drama\nf** you and your motherf**ing mama\nWe're gonna k** all you motherf**ers\nNow when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\nThen everybody had to open their mouth with a motherf**ing opinion\nWell this is how we gonna do this\nf** Mobb Deep, f** Biggie\nf** Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherf**ing crew\nAnd if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then f** you too\nChino XL, f** you too\nAll you motherf**ers, f** you too (take money, take money)\nAll of y'all mother f**ers, f** you, die slow, motherf**er\nMy .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow\nYou motherf**ers can't be us or see us\nWe motherf**in' Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die\nOut here in California, n***a, we warned ya\nWe'll bomb on you motherf**ers. We do our job\nYou think you mob? n***a, we the motherf**in' mob\nAin't nothing but k**ers and the real n***as\nAll you motherf**ers feel us\nOur sh** goes triple and 4-quadruple\n(Take money)\nYou n***as laugh 'cause our staff got\nGuns under they motherf**in' belts\nYou know how it is, when we drop records they felt\nYou n***as can't feel it, we the realest\nf** 'em, we Bad Boy-k**ers",
    "2pac - Hit Em Up Part 2 lyrics": "Well, come on, come on, take money\nCome on, come on, take money\nCome on, come on, wa**up n***a?\nFirst off, f** your b**h and the click you claim\nWest side when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a playa but, I f**ed your wife\nWe bust on bad boys, n***as f** for life\nPlus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip\nBiggie smalls and junior mafia, some mark a** b**hes\nWe keep on coming while we running for yah j**els\nSteady gunning keep on busting at them fools\nYou know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah\nCut your young a** up, see yah in pieces, now be deceased\nLittle Kim, don't f** with real a** G's\nQuick to snatch your ugly a** off the streets, so f** peace\nI'll let them n***as know it's on for life\nDon't let the west side ride the night\nBad boys murdered on wax and k**\nf** with me and get your caps peeled\nYou know what you see\nGrab your glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me, but your punks didn't finish\nNow, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nn***a, I hit 'em up\n[Incomprehensible]\nGet out the way yo, get out the way, yo\nBiggie Smalls just got dropped\nLittle move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his back\nFrank White needs to get spanked right for setting up traps\nLittle accident murderers and I ain't never heard of yah\nPoise less gats attack when I'm serving yah\nSpank the shank, your whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your a** in a pang\nPuffy weaker than a f**in' block, I'm running through n***a\nAnd I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah n***a\nWith the ready power tucked in my guess\nUnder my EddieBower, tour clout petty sour\nI push packages every hour, I hit 'em up\n[Incomprehensible]\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me, but your punks didn't finish\nNow, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nn***a, I hit 'em up\nPeep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n***as getting k**ed \n\n\n\nWith your mouths open, tryin' to come up off of me\nYou and the clouds hoping smoking dope\nIt's like a Shermine, n***as think they learned to fly\nBut they burn muthaf**a you deserve to die\nTalking about you getting money, but it's funny to me\nAll you n***as living bummy, while you f**ing with me\nI'm a self made millionaire thug, livin' out of prison, pistols in the air\nBiggie, remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg the b**h to let you sleep in the house\nNow, it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow, I'm back to set the record straight with my AK\nI'm still the thug that you love to hate, muthaf**a, I'll hit 'em up\nI'm from New Jers, where plenty of murder occurs\nNo points to come, we bring drama to all you herds\nNow go check the scenerio, Little Ceas'\nI'll bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these\nLittle Kim is yah, choked up or doped up\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the f**? Is you stupid? Take money\nCrash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block\nWith fifteen shot, co*ked glock to your knot\nOutlaw mafia click moving up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAnd all your fake a** East Coast props, brainstormed and locked\nYou'se a B writer, Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing sh** but a faker\nSo fill the alazhay with a chaser\n'Bout to get murdered for the paper\nE D I, I mean post the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke\nToting smoke, we ain't no muthaf**in' joke\nThug life, n***as better be known, be approaching\nIn the wide open, gun smoking, no need for hoping\nIt's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed\nAs soon as the funk is bopping off, n***a, I hit 'em up\n[Incomprehensible]\nWho shot me, but your punks didn't finish\nNow, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nn***a, I hit 'em up",
    "2pac - Hold On Be Strong lyrics": "Hold on\nYeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby\nIt'll get better\nAy do this Thug style main, Thug style\nWhen this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet\nIt's all good, uhh\nI never had much, ran with a bad bunch\nLittle skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch\nAnd all through Junior High, we was just gettin by\nAnd drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives\nI never did cry, and even though I had\npain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start\nThey couldn't tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me\nThe marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy\nI travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year\nI felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here\nNever did like the police, let the whole world know\nNow I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down\nAnd facin me now, what do I do?\nThese thangs that a Thug goes through\nAnd still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong\nIt's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on\nHold on, be strong, hold on\nBe strong, hold on\nWhen it's on it's on\nHold on, be strong, hold on\nBe strong, hold on\nWhen it's on it's on\nHold on, be strong, hold on\nBe strong, hold on\nWhen it's on it's on\nHold on, be strong, hold on\nBe strong, hold on\nWhen it's on it's on\nThere's, never a good day, cause in my hood they\nlet they AK's pump strays where the kids play\nAnd every Halloween, check out the murder scene\nCan't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen\nMy homies dyin 'fore they get to see they birthdays\nThese is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray\nAnd even God turned his back on the ghetto youth\nI know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof\nI wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does\nDoes it matter if you blood or you cuz\nRemember how it was, the picnics and the parties in the projects\nSmall time drinkin gettin high with them armies \n\n\n\nJust another knucklehead kid from the gutter\nI'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single mother\nI'm tryin to tell you when it's on\nYou gotta keep your head to the sky and be strong, most of all hold on\nHold on, be strong, hold on\nBe strong, hold on\nWhen it's on it's on\nHold on, be strong\nI know them ain't tears comin down your face\nWhen it's on it's on but\nWipe your eyes\nHold on, be strong\nIn this world\nWhen it's on it's on but\nOnly the strong survive y'know\nHold on, be strong\nHmm, I know it's hard out there\nWhen it's on it's on but\nWelfare\nHold on, be strong\nAIDS, earthquakes\nCause when it's on it's on but\nMuggings, carjackings\nHold on, and be strong\nYeah we got problems\n'Cause when it's on it's on but\nBut believe me when I tell you\nHold on, and be strong\nThings always get better\nCause when it's on it's on but\nGod don't like ugly\nHold on, and be strong\nAnd God don't like no quitters\nCause when it's on it's on but\nYou know what Billie Holiday said bay-bee\nHold on, and be strong\nGod bless the child that can hold his own\n'Cause when it's on it's on but\nY'know?\nHold on, and be strong\nYou got to stand strong\nCause when it's on it's on but\nAnd when these bustas try to knock you out your place\nHold on, and be strong\nYou stand there to they face\nCause when it's on it's on but\nTell em hold on, and be strong\nHold on, and be strong\nThe game don't stop\n'Cause when it's on it's on but\nHmmm\nHold on, and be strong\nThis here is black main\nCause when it's on it's on but\nIf you don't never leave nothin, learn one thing\nHold on, and be strong\nIt don't stop, til the casket drop\nHold on\nThug, for life feel me?\nAll my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong\nWhen things get bad, especially come the first and the fifteenth\nStay strong, and stay ballin, hold on\nI'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic",
    "2pac - Hold Ya Head lyrics": "My homeboys in clinton and rikers island\nMumia, mutulu, sendeko, gerino pratt,\nAll the political prisoners\nSan quiton\nYeah\nOne thug, one thug\nHow do we keep the music playing\nOne thug, one thug\nI wake up early in the morning\nMy state so military\ns**as fantasize, pictures of a\nYoung brother buried\nWas it me, the weed, or this life i lead\nIf daytime is for s**as then\nTonight we bleed\nOut for all that\nKnowing that this world brings drawbacks\nLook how this sh** bumps\nOnce i deliver these war raps\nMeet me at the cemetary\nDressed in black\nTonight we\nFollow the dead\nAnd those who won't be back\nSo if i die\nTo the same for me\nShed no tears\nAn outlaw, thug living in this game,\nFor years\nWhy worry,\nHope to god\nGet me high\nWhen i'm buried\nKnowing deep inside\nOnly if yah love me\nCome rush me to the gates of heaven\nLet me picture for a while\nHow i live for my days, as a child\nI wonder now\nHow do we outlast, always get cash\nStay strong if we all mash\nHold your head\nChorus\nHow do we keep the music playing\nHow do we get ahead\nTo many young black brothers are dying\nLiving fast, too fast\nThese felonies be like prophecies\nBegging me to stop\nCuz these lawyers getting money\nEverytime they knock us\nSlashing pockets lyrically\ns**as fleed when they notice\nSwitched my name to makaveli\nHad the rap game closed\nExpose foes, with my hocus pocus flows\nThey froze\nNow s**as idealize my choosen blows\n\n\n\nMore money mean litigating\nMore playa hating\nGot a cell at the penn for me waiting\nIs this my fate\nMiss me with that mistermeaner thinking\nMe fall back\nNever that\nToo much tequilla drinking\nWe all that\nMake them understand me\nHey i'll stay all night out with my posse\nEveryone roll with me is family\nCuz everybodies got me\nWatch me paint a perfect vision\nThis life we living\nGot us all meeting up in prison\nLast week i got a letter from my road dog\nWritten in blood\nSaying, \"please show a young playa love\"\nHold your head\nHold it\nChorus\nHow do we keep the music playing\nHow do we get ahead\nTo many young black brothers are dying\nLiving fast, too fast\nGod bless the child that can hold is own\nIndeed\nEnemies bleed when i hold my chrome\nLet these words be to last\nTo my unborn seeds\nHope to raise my young nation\nIn this world of greed\nCurrency means nothing if you still ain't free\nMoney breeds jealousy\nTake the game from me\nI hope for better days\nTrouble comes naturally\nRunning from the police\nTill they capture me\nAnd my aim is to spread more smiles than tears\nUtilalize lessons learned from my childhood years\nMaybe mama had it all right\nRest your head\nStraight converstion all night\nBless the dead\nTo the homies that i usta have\nThat no longer roll\nCatch a brother at the crossroads\nPlus nobody knows my soul\nWatching time pa**\nThrough the gla** of my drop top\nHold your head\nChorus\n",
    "2pac - Holla At Me lyrics": "(n***as out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with d**h Row\nThey try to playa hate\nbut they can't fade us tho'\nWe be mobbin' through tha neigborhood\nYeah\nwith that funky sound *so funky*\nwe be throwin' down)\nThis goes out to you playa\nyou know...you know who you are\n[Chorus: repeat 3X]\nGotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me\nSo when ya see me n***a\nYa better Holla at me\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nAre you confused ?\nYou wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes\nof a n***a who don't have a thing to loose\nWhen me and you was homies\nno one informed me it was all a scheme\nYou infiltrated my team and sold a n***as dreams\nhow could you do me like that ?\nI took ya family in\nI put some cash in ya pocket\nmade you a man again\nand now you let tha fear put your a** in a place\ncomplicated to escape\nIt's a fools fate\nwithout your word\nyour a shell of a man\nI lost respect for you n***a\nwe can never be friends\nI know i'm runnin' through your head now\nwhat could you do ?\nIf it was up to you\ni'd be dead now\nI let tha world know n***a you a coward\nYou could never be live\nuntil you die\nsee tha mothaf**en b**h in your eye\nType of n***a, that let tha evil of tha money trap me\nwhen ya see me n***a\nya better holla at me (holla at me)\ncan't let tha evil of tha money trap me\nSo when ya see me n***a\nYa better Holla at me\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\n(You better beware where you lay\nWe better not find where you stay)\nSo I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me\nso when ya see me n***a\nya better holla at me\n(You better beware where you lay\nWe better not find where you stay)\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\ncourious\nspittin' lyrics\non tha verge of furious\ni'm addicted to currency\nn***a that's why we're doin this\nI got shot up, I surprised tha n***as tha way I got up\nand then\nI hit the studio\nIt's time to blow tha block up\nNo hesitation\nthis information got you contemplatin'\nheartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation \n\n\n\nbreak him\nand let him see tha face of a mental patient\nit's a celebration\nof my criminal elevation\nwith the participation\nI want members across tha fifty states\nto keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break\nwill I be great, is it my fate ?\nto live tha life of luxury\nsome n***as bought my tapes\nso much jelousy it scares me\nso be prepared\ncause only tha strong survive\nlife isn't fair (fair)\nprobably never knew tha way it feels to die\nso you figure f** with me\nI give that a** a try\nn***a, Holla at me\n[Chorus]\n(You better beware where you lay\nWe better not find where you stay)\n(Ohhhhhh....)\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nI shoulda saw tha signs\nI was blinded\ncriminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time\nso many brothas framed in this dirty game\nit's a shame\nso much pressure on my brain\nwhile she blame me\nSecrets in tha dark\nonly her and I know\nnow i'm sitten' in tha state pen\ndoin time for slow\nguess she made a bad decision\nthat got me livin'\njust like an animal\ni'm caged up in state prison\nmy n***as dissin'\ncause\nhell have no fury like a woman scorn\nA cemetary full of mothaf**ers got not knowin'\npicture my prophecy\ntha cops are attacking me, on top of me\ni'm runnin' from tha coppers\nbut never let'em stop me\ncause i'm a soulja\nhell, ever since I was a little n***a havin' fantasies\nof one day getting older\nn***as is paranoid\ntrust\na no no\nlove is a mystery\nf** tha po po,\nHolla at me.....\nSo when you see me n***a\nyou better holla at me....\n[Chorus]\n(You better beware where you lay\nWe better not find where you stay)\n(n***as out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with d**h Row\nThey try to playa hate\nbut they can't fade us tho'\nWe be mobbin' through tha neigborhood\nYeah\nwith that funky sound (so funky)\nwe be throwin' down)\n[Chorus]\n(You better beware where you lay\nWe better not find where you stay)\n(Ohhhhhhhh, heeeeyyy, ohhhhh nooo noooo noooooo)",
    "2pac - Holla If Ya Hear Me lyrics": "Aww yeah, uhh, uhh\nHolla if ya hear me, yeah!\n[Verse One]\nHere we go, turn it up, let's start\nFrom block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks\nAnd the punk police can't fade me, and maybe\nWe can have peace someday G\nBut right now I got my mind set up\nLookin down the barrel of my nine, get up\nCause it's time to make the payback fat\nTo my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black\nAnd accept no substitutes\nI bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school\nOh no, I won't turn the other cheek\nIn case ya can't see us while we burn the other week\nNow we got him in a smash, blast\nHow long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash\nUntil then, raise up!\nTell my young black males, blaze up!\nLife's a mess don't stress, test\nI'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed\nMuch love to my brothers in the pen\nSee ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in\nOnce again it's an all out scrap\nKeep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back\nCause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya\nMess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya\nScream, if ya feel me; see it clearly?\nYou're too near me -\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard!\" .. \"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard!\" .. \"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard!\" .. \"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n[Verse Two]\nPump ya fists like this\nHolla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed\nTo the sell-outs, livin it up\nOne way or another you'll be givin it up, huh\nI guess cause I'm black born\nI'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on\nBut it's time for a new plan, BAM!\nI'll be swingin like a one man, clan\nHere we go, turn it up, don't stop\nTo my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops\nI'm still around for ya\nKeepin my sound underground for ya\nAnd I'ma throw a change up\nQuayle, like you never brought my name up\nNow my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets\nThey fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps\nThis ain't just a rap song, a black song \n\n\n\nTellin all my brothers, get they strap on\nAnd look for me in the struggle\nHustlin 'til other brothers bubble -\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard!\" .. \"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard!\" .. \"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard!\" .. \"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n[Verse Three]\nWill I quit, will I quit?\nThey claim that I'm violent, but still I keep\nrepresentin, never give up, on a good thing\nWouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing\nAnd now I'm like a major threat\nCause I remind you of the things you were made to forget\nBring the noise, to all my boyz\nKnow the real from the bustas and the decoys\nAnd if ya hustle like a real G\nPump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me\nLearn to survive in the nine-tre'\nI make rhyme pay, others make crime pay\nWhatever it takes to live and stand\nCause nobody else'll give a damn\nSo we live like caged beasts\nWaitin for the day to let the rage free\nStill me, till they k** me\nI love it when they fear me -\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard!\" .. \"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard!\" .. \"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard!\" .. \"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n[2Pac] You're too near me, to see it clearly\n[repeat 4x]\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard!\" .. \"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n[repeat 2X]\n\"Hard!\" .. \"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel\" - P.E.\n\"Tellin you to hear it..\"\n\"Hard!\" .. \"The rebel\"\n\"Hard!\" .. \"The rebel\"\n[repeat 12X to fade]\n[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard!\" .. \"The rebel\"",
    "2pac - Holla If You Hear Me lyrics": "Aw yeah, uh, uh\nHolla if ya hear me, yeah!\nHere we go, turn it up, let's start\nFrom block to block we snatchin' hearts and jackin' marks\nAnd the punk police can't fade me, and maybe\nWe can have peace someday G\nBut right now I got my mind set up\nLookin' down the barrel of my nine, get up\n'Cause it's time to make the payback fat\nTo my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black\nAnd accept no substitutes\nI bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school\nOh no, I won't turn the other cheek\nIn case ya can't see us while we burn the other week\nNow we got him in a smash, blast\nHow long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash\nUntil then, raise up!\nTell my young black males, blaze up!\nLife's a mess don't stress, test\nI'm givin' but be thankful that you're livin', blessed\nMuch love to my brothers in the pen\nSee ya when they free ya if not when they shut me in\nOnce again it's an all out scrap\nKeep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back\n'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'mma tell ya\nMess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya\nScream, if ya feel me; see it clearly?\nYou're too near me\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\nPump ya fists like this\nHolla if ya hear me, pump! Pump! if you're pissed\nTo the sell-outs, livin' it up\nOne way or another you'll be givin' it up, huh\nI guess cause I'm black born\nI'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on\nBut it's time for a new plan, BAM!\nI'll be swingin' like a one man, clan\nHere we go, turn it up, don't stop\nTo my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops\nI'm still around for ya\nKeepin' my sound underground for ya\nAnd I'ma throw a change up\nQuayle, like you never brought my name up\nNow my homies in the backstreets, the Blackstreets\nThey feel me when they rollin' in they fat jeeps\nThis ain't just a rap song, a black song\nTellin' all my brothers, get they strap on\nAnd look for me in the struggle\nHustlin' 'til other brothers bubble \n\n\n\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\nWill I quit, will I quit?\nThey claim that I'm violent, but still I keep\nRepresentin', never give up, on a good thing\nWouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing\nAnd now I'm like a major threat\n'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget\nBring the noise, to all my boyz\nKnow the real from the bustas and the decoys\nAnd if ya hustle like a real G\nPump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me\nLearn to survive in the nine-tre'\nI make rhyme pay, others make crime pay\nWhatever it takes to live and stand\n'Cause nobody else'll give a damn\nSo we live like caged beasts\nWaitin' for the day to let the rage free\nStill me, till they k** me\nI love it when they fear me\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\nYou're too near me, to see it clearly\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\n\"Hard! Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel\"\n\"Tellin' you to hear it\"\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! The rebel\"\nHolla if ya hear me!\n\"Hard! The rebel\"",
    "2pac - Holler If Ya Hear Me(Demo Version) lyrics": "[2Pac]\nYeah, it's on\nMuthaf**ing Live Squad in the house\nWe gonna set this sh** off for these old square a** punk muthaf**ers\nIt's on, it's on, it's on\nHolla if ya hear me\nI got a nine thing ready to go BANG BANG!\nOn the first crooked cop that even comes near me\nI beg your pardon, call the guards in, Chief Gates\nCan't wait to see your face, better move to another state\nBOOM BOOM rebelistic slugs are realistic\nThe 12 gauge will leave you twisted\nThe government is getting shadier\nAnd therefore, n***as getting crazier\nHuh, and 5-0 can't fade the havenotz\nShoulda learned when them OGs trashed Watts\nMove on, move on, move on\nStill wicked, learned to kick it, get my groove on\nAnd you can say no to d**, but you can't say no to the thugs with slugs\nTell the president it's evident he's lost\nWouldn't know a g**ner from a f**ing horse!\nRather read the Source, flip through rap pages, black pages, speaking on black rages\nWe don't even know the scoop, and the truth is the troops can't hold the youth\nSend em down with they tanks and AK-47s, what the f** you n***as drinking?\nNow tell me what you're thinking?\nYou can roll through the hood and not get a spankin'\nn***as got they strap on\nWhen they pop a cap it ain't never black on black\nThey watching where they shoot, and they careful where they loot\nCheck the fields and you'll find proof\nBlack business staying til the end\nFooled a n***a one time won't work again\nLet's get along with the Mexicans, and we can all have peace on the sets again\nAnd I love it when they fear me\nIf I'm spittin' to you clearly\nn***a holla if ya hear me\nHolla if ya hear me\nYeah, n***a holla if ya hear me\nHolla if ya hear me, yo\n[2Pac]\nTo the preacher in the pulpit peep it\nIf you're gonna preach about \"turn the other cheek\" you can keep it\nIn '92 n***as don't need it\nThey beating brothers in the streets and you're talkin' bout peace\nNow ain't that some fly sh**\nJust sit, be quiet, wait to die quick\nListen to y'all, we lost Malcolm and Hampton\nInstead of an army we was marching and chanting;\n\u201cWe shall overcome\u201d\nThough we can't do sh** with a rock and a stick\nn***as better learn to shoot a f**ing gun\nAnd I've done heard enough from \n\n\n\nThe racist b**h a** judge and the white trucker\nHe shoulda kept his mouth on shut\nWanted to kick dust til some n***as rolled his a** up\nAnd when I see the first full moon\nI'm coming after Koon, watch a n***a go BOOM BOOM!\nThen I want Briseno\nTwo to the head, now he's headed out to Reno\nAnd stuff Powell in the trunk let him ride\nTie him up n***a, watch his friend Wind die\nYoung Guns, n***as better fear me\nMothaf** the cops\nYou're best to holla if ya hear me\nYeah, holla if you muthaf**in' hear me\nIt's on once a-muthaf**ing-gain\nYoung Guns International\nAll across this muthaf**in' country\nYo Maj, spark that sh**\n[Majesty]\nIt's a miracle, I was born to amaze\nPut em in a daze, in the morgue is where I'll make em stay\nUndeniable kid I'm coming through\nWith authority, ever since I was a tot I was disorderly\nPuff a blunt, roll a clip, make dough\nGrab a ho, but move her slow, gotta do it quick, then she gotta go\nWe're thuggadon kingpins, your Majesty\nSpringfield, Young Guns causing tradegy\nWe got him in a smash, for his life he just begged\nBut I chopped his a** up and sent his mama his god damn legs\nBlack mafia, huh, this is organized crime\nThat's how it is where I'm from, if you don't know the time\nImpact from the blast, breaking down walls\nA five feet k**er with no sense at all\nInner city, ain't it a pity, seems it will never end\nThen they k**ed my friend, now to Hell I'm gonna send\nA lot of motherf**ers, and that's how it goes\nTil another n***a puts me down below. Yeah, so holla if ya hear\n(gunshots)\nMove something muthaf**er\n[2Pac] Yeah, Maj, spit on that n***a man, shoot that n***a\nYo Stretch drop the bomb, yo Stretch drop the bomb\nYeah muthaf**er\n[Stretch]\n(coughs)\nGod Damn, uh!\nLet a n***a clear my throat\nn***as blowing up sh**, gotta flow in the smoke\nSo if ya hear me, holla, don't fear me\nBut when I drop the mic don't want no groupie n***as near me\nRockin the squad, the big shots is where the marks is\nWhat they don't know is that they f**in' with the Heartless\nReigning supreme, it's not a dream, n***a listen\nWhen the YGz roll cops start pissing\nSo holla if ya hear me",
    "2pac - Holler If Ya' Hear Me lyrics": "Ah yeah\nUh\nUh\nHollar if ya hear me Yeah Here we go\nTurn it up\nLet's start\nFrom block ta block\nWe're snatchin' hearts\nAnd jackin' marks\nAnd tha punk police can't fade me\nAnd maybe\nWe can have peace someday 'G'\nBut right now I got my mind set up\nLookin' down tha barrell of my 9\nGet up\nCause it's time to make tha pay back phat\nTo my brothers on tha block--better stay strapped black\nAnd accept no substitutes\nI bring truth to tha youth tear tha roof off tha ol' school Oh no, I won't turn tha other cheek\nIn case ya can't see us while we burn the other week\nNow we gotta make it smash\nBlast\nHow long will it last, till tha broke get more cash\nUntil then\nRaise up!\nTell my young black males\nBlaze up!\nLife's a mess don't stress\nTest\nI'm givin'\nMuch love to my brothers in tha pen\nSee ya when I free ya\nIf not, when they shut me in\nOnce again, is there no one else strapped\nKeep ya hands on ya gat\nNow ya boys watch ya back\nCause in tha alleys of cali I'ma tell ya\nMess with tha best and tha vest couldn't help ya\nScream, if ya feel me\nSee it clearly? your too near me Hollar if ya hear me\nHollar if ya hear me\nHollar if ya hear me Pump ya fists like this\nHollar if ya hear me\n(pump, pump) if ya pissed\nTo tha sell-outs livin' it up\nOne way or another you'll be givin it up\nI guess 'cause I'm black boy\nI'm supposed to say 'peace', sing songs, and get capped on But it's time for tha new plan, BAM! \n\n\n\nI'll be swingin' like a one man clan\nHere we go\nTurn it up\nDon't stop\nTo my homies on tha block\nGettin' dropped by cops\nI'm still around for ya\nKeepin' my sound\nUnderground for ya\nAnd I'ma throw a changup\nQuayle, like you never brought my name up\nNow my homies in tha backstreets\nTha blackstreets\nThey fear me when they rollin in they phat jeeps\nThis ain't just a rap song\nA black song\nTellin' all my brothers, get they strap on\nAnd look for me in tha struggle\nHustlin' to tha other brotha's bubble Hollar if ya hear me\nHollar if ya hear me\nHollar if ya hear me Will I quit, will I quit?\nThey claimin' that I'm violent\nBut still I kick\nRepresentin'\nNever give up on a good thing\nWouldn't stop it if we could\nIt's a hood thing\nAnd now I'm like a major threat\n'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget\nBring tha noise\nTo all my boyz\nKnow tha real from tha bustas\nAnd the decoys\nAnd if ya hustle like a real 'G'\nPump ya fists if ya feel me\nHollar if ya hear me\nLearn to survive in tha nine-tre\nI make crime pay\nI was in crime pay\nWhatever it takes to make a stand\nCause nobody else'l give a damn\nSo we live like caged beasts\nWaitin' for tha day to let tha rage free\nStill me, till they k** me\nI love it when they fear me\nHollar if ya hear me Hollar if ya hear me\nHollar if ya hear me\nHollar if ya hear me",
    "2pac - Home Late lyrics": "[2Pac]\nTo the end, to the end\nTo the end my friend\nI give, I give a holla to my n***as\n[Phil Collins Sample]\nI can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on, Hold on\n[2Pac]\nTo the end my friend\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nScream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly (Perfect blunt)\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nScream to God\nI give a holla to my n***as\nI give a holla to my n***as in the darkest corners\nOne love from a thug n***a\nn***a Kadafi!\n[Verse 1 - Yaki Kadafi]\nBack in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers\nNine-six for Glocks cause fiends hittin' up blocks with street sweepers\nBless myself when knowin' rules to these streets\nSomethin I learned\nIn school, on some Million Man March sh** for the piece/peace\nTrue that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed\nCriminally addicted, infested since a seed\nWe all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run\nBy young guns, Outlawz and truants, sh**'s deep\nTurn eighteen, burn my will when I go\nBurnt my body with my shotty, or chosin' my dough\nSo while you reminiscin' all nights out with the crew\nSmoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rear view\n[Chorus: 2Pac](x2)\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherf**ers\n[Phil Collins Sample]\nI can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on, Hold on\n[Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi]\nSee you been gone my whole life, like a game a cee-lo\nFulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino\nBrown, the whole town be shook up\nAnd me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a n***a cook up\nNarcotics is mastered, seen them n***as you blasted\nWanting me in a casket, on the grind I'm faster\nYea n***a I heard, lil' moo gave me word\nYou get paroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served\nWe out here frontin, still don't care about nothin \n\n\n\nRollin in my double r and Im trying to see somethin' we ain't never had\nCame from a life of living, learn the tricks of the trade\nsh** shoulda been taught by dad\nBut learned through the crew, that's just between me and you\nAnd once we lock this sh** down, ain't a thing they can do\nMeanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone\nHoping I'll get the call, telling a n***a that you home\n[2Pac]\nGrab my straps, locate my comrades\nLet's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back\nGo get the money out the safe\nIt's time to turn the streets into a war zone\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\nAnd all my motherf**ers\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly\n[Phil Collins Sample]\nI can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on\n[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]\nFrom bootycalls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin\nIf I wake up in the county in my jail sheets\nMy intuitions and ambitions up in the late night\nProbably involves me comin up with just to see another day\nMight be me who bites the bullet\nIn these streets where a man journey\nWith crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me\nI'm like a pit in a cage, spittin my shells in a gauge\nDeadly as AIDS, n***as gettin crossed like a maze\nNow picture me livin my life like a king, maybe one day\nUntil then I'm livin Monday through Sunday\nBringin the gunplay for all these beefs and battles\nWhen we collide, I'm a ride on that hide like cattle\nCowards best to skedaddle in the late night\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherf**ers\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly",
    "2pac - Homeboyz lyrics": "[2Pac]\nOh s**t, caught that ni**a alone\nAin't that a bi**h\nHey, uh, this one here is, uhh\nfor them ni**az that be Johnny Dangerous when they be f**kin fifty deep\nBut they be f**kin cowards when they by theyselves\nYou know who I'm talkin about\n(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right\nYou ain't s**t without your homeboys\nYou ain't s**t without your homeboys\nYou ain't s**t without your homeboys\nNow\nNow everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs\nFor the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act\nLove to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep\nout on the streets you don't hear a peep\nni**a it's a god damn shame, somebody explain\nwhy they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game\nTear that a*s out the frame, completely get that a*s kicked\nWoke up on the street but you'll be sleepin in the casket\nHow long will it last, ni**a don't ask, just be first to blast\nOutlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash\nMy s**t's cla*sic, like my ni**a Nate\nGo get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break\nMoney made me evil, court cases got me stressed\nni**az aimin at my head but I still wear my vest\nI don't give a f**k motherf**kers I'm loc\nThey all duckin when my gun smoke\ncause you ain't s**t without your homeboys\nYou probably run at the sound of funk\nI give a f**k, you ni**az is punks\nWithout your homeboys, you be the first to reach in your trunk\nYou scary ni**az is punks, you ain't s**t without your homeboys\nni**a, punk a*s motherf**ker\nYou ain't s**t without your homeboys\nThrow your hands up you little trick, coward motherf**ker\n[Young Noble]\nLike Yak said, how the f**k you gonna shoot me rocks\nWhen you got the Outlaw 'Pac s**ttin ya box\nYou was lookin real weak walkin down the street\nNow a ni**a thirty deep, oh you wanna beef\nTalk cheap, shoot a ni**a the fair one\nYour homies like f**k it, what's this you the only scared one\n(f*ggot a*s) Damn son, close call I bet\nNow down around the way you gets no respect \n\n\n\nThey like that Outlaw ni**a played you out\nWe could have took it to the firfth I would I have laid you out\nni**az be actin all different when they dogs come around\nWatch em act like bi**hes when Outlawz draw down\nThey all clown, better yet they all stunned\nYou the type to have a gun and never blazed it once\nGet y'all banana split, you ain't Emmanuel\nOutlawz you'll never forget\nMakaveli the Don get a call y'all\nTurnin these streets into Vietnam\nWhere your homeboys, homeboy\n[2Pac]\nYou ain't s**t without your homeboys\nMy thug ni**az, I love ni**az\nFrom small time crooks to big-time drug dealers\nMy homeboys, the only thing a ni**a got left\nI love my ni**az to d**h, we ain't s**t without our homeboys\n.. You know what time it is\nI ain't s**t without my homeboys\nHey, tell em the story how you came up ni**a\nNow I was born alone, took my first joint and I got high alone\nNow I'm an Outlaw ni**a, I never die alone\nMe and my ni**az is so close, it's complicated\nOne ni**a smokin and drinkin, and yet we all faded\nMy ni**a Edi had a son we all happy\nCause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies\nMy ni**az cry, we all cry, and all ride\nTo rectify the problem, motherf**kers they all die\nBeen tryin to make a million, by hustlin since my adolescense\nFrom crack dealin to rap villian, my new profession\nWho wanna see me at eight deep, f**k 3D\nYou coward a*s motherf**kers'll never see me\nBustin with automatic straps, my raw raps like good crack\nni**az fiendin, I got em comin back\nUntil I die, they label me as a ridah\nForever, my ni**az be together\nAin't s**t without your homeboys\nThug ni**az I love ni**az\nFrom small time crooks to big-time drug dealers\nWithout your homeboys, the only thing a ni**a got left\nI love my ni**az to d**h\nWe ain't s**t without our homeboys\n(without our homeboys)\nLove my ni**az to d**h\nWe ain't s**t without our homeboys\nLove you ni**az to d**h\n",
    "2pac - Homies and Thuggs lyrics": "[Verse 1: Scarface]\nGhetto n***as remain violent while the k**ers remain silent\nn***as strapped with 45's and ain't smiling\nAnd I'm driving to a place they're all warrin'\nThe lake we build houses but its the hood we call home\nIn the ghetto the only place a motherf**er will keep it real\nWe focused on the dollar bill, still\nThe outsiders tend to disrespect the place\nWhere n***as do they struggling die with a straight face\nSurviving, under conditions demons died in\nYou can run it but can't hide it so step aside\nIts the n***a that makes music for the streets\nCause I love this motherf**er like p**y with no sheets\nCause its deep\nSome n***as make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\nAnd let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\nA motherf**er sitting on fat\nWho done came up in the hood but he can't come back\nf** that, I remain in the street game frame\nOn a mission to maintain me and take aim\nIn position to let my opposition know my life\nCause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\nSurviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper\nI'm sinking in this motherf**er deeper\nFear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me\nf** being a n***a in your army; though I'm a k**er\nEnter the ghetto so that you can see\nWhat I mean when I say I love this cause it loves me\nLet it be, stop looking at this motherf**er strange\nAnd talking 'bout a motherf**ing change\nThis is for my thug n***as\n[Chorus: Master P]\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as\n[Verse 2: Master P]\n'Face, imagine us working at McDonald's\nTo me and you, selling f**ing, tapes to the Bahamas\nGold slug, a car full of thug n***as\nTwenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\nNo Limit soldiers to the fullest\nSee I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\nWe ghetto n***as can't be stopped\nGot me mixing up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot\nMy phone tapped the feds on my tail\nGot me paying luxury taxes on everything I build\nTrue to the ghetto that's my life\nYou see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wife\nYou can test me if you wanna\nCause I be dumping n***as off from New Orleans to California\nRowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh) \n\n\n\nIndependent, black owned got 'em hooked on this c**aine\nYou used to see CEO's in suits and ties\nBut we young n***as in tennis shoes and diamonds\nExecutive street millionaires\nn***as gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n(Chorus: Master P]\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nWhat do you get from boosting?\nn***as coming out to California, and represent them n***as from\nHouston\nAnd now 2Pac ll keep this sh** popping\nAnd all my n***as across the Bay, know L.A., keep the sh** hot\nI keep a Glock inside my pants , don't give Locaz a chance\nPut me inside a casket, you dirty ba*tards\nUntil the day I die, you catch a n***a high off weed, the police can't\nFind me\nMy sh** will drop and I'll sell five million\nWhile all the n***as enter the game, they caught up in drug dealing\nNow how can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murder 'em all?\nMy words of flame, burn n***as inside their brain\nn***as can't hang with me, and nuttin's changes, uh\nScarface got me on this sh**\nWe lace heat, motherf**ers in they body and face, uh\nGrowing thicker, liquor, maybe ya daddy a n***a\nn***as don't wanna see me worldwide, mob figure\nM.O.B., Hennessy keep me g'd and\nKeyed n***as, don't wanna see me, when I got weed, in my system\nCatch another victim, capture bodies\nBring a shottie to the f**ing party, yeah\nI party all night\nI do this sh** cause its wrong but we born right\nAnd to these n***as in my zone, we do it long ways\n'till these b**hes understand n***a my song pays; cause I'm the man\nNow these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\nKeep this sh**, rough and raw\nMy 45, make sho', that I survived, to another day\nJust bust rhymes, and brothers get paid\nNow that's the end, of my freestyle, but it was left for dead\nBuy the sh**, and you can hear it playing, West Side!\n[Chorus: Master P]\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as (uuuuugh)\nThis one for the homies and the thug n***as",
    "2pac - Hours Pa** By lyrics": "I think of u in my arms\nAnd what it would be like 2 Make Love\nI think of u raising my SEED\nAnd what they'd be made of\nI think of how alone I was\nBefore u came 2 be \n\n\n\nI think of the joy I felt\nwhen u said u thought of me\nI'm proud to be the heart u\nchoose 2 make a friend\nHours pa** by and Cupid cries\nuntil we meet again",
    "2pac - House of Pain lyrics": "[Intro: Scarface]\nUgh, born in hell, is back\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nThe motherf**in' dust kicker, who can you trust?\nDo have you the heart to see a n***a?\nBefore you bust, my name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes\nBustin' motherf**ers out the box, I ain't even gone\nNow how the hell do you explain, my claim to fame\nFrom doin' fix to bustin' tricks out the f**in' frame\nGot these b**hes on my jock, n***as on my block\nJealous Ass s**ers got it duckin' for my smokin' Glock\nAnd bustin' n***as a**es to stay alive\nSkinny-Ass-Player watchin' bigger motherf**ers fry\nThey ask me how I'm livin? Haaah I'm a hustler\nBuckin' busters til they die\nNow it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?\nn***as got they AK's headin' for the burbs\nAimin' at them skin head b**hes let it rain\nGivin' them a big welcome to the house of pain\n[Hook: X2]\nHouse of pain, house of pain, house of pain\nWelcome to the house of pain\n[Verse 2: Stretch]\nYo, i'm hunting down this n***a and he knows so he's stressin'\nHe better count his blessings, and get ready for this lesson\nCause Stretch about to teach him, when I reach him with the Mack\nAnd lay that a** down on this mothaf**in' back Jack\nSlack is somethin' that a n***a don't take\nHis moms run the church, so I'mma see her at his f**in' wake\nMake way, that n***a play me the other day\nI'm walking with my son, and the n***a had somethin' to say \n\n\n\nAiy, the n***a tried to diss boy, he got it twisted\nHe should've watch Americans Most, I'm listed\nFor k**in' mothaf**ers like him\nSo I'mma bring him to the House of Pain and k** him with a grin\nFlim, flam, goddamn, I'm not the one\nBefore I'mma choke him and smoke him\nI'mma smack him with my f**in' gun\nSon you've made your last mistake and I don't know ya name\nBut welcome to the House of pain\n[Hook: X2]\nHouse of pain, house of pain, house of pain\nWelcome to the house of pain\n(*Coughing*)\n[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.]\nThe country bud got me chokin'\nI'm on a mission to the point that motherf**ers think I'm smokin'\nYeah that sick n***a Biggie wit the 8 shot flip\nWit the extra clip for that extra sh**\nDon't you know that k**ing is thrilling\nAll the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing\nA born gangster my daddy was a thug\nHad a .38 with the hollow point slug\nSo when he licked shots\nn***as dropped quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor\nA little n***a tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes\nPayin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's for me\nNow I'm much older, colder, f** a holster\nGot the Mac .11's swingin' from my shoulder\nIt's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain\nI'm livin' in a house of pain\n[Hook - repeat to fade]\nHouse of pain, house of pain, house of pain\nWelcome to the house of pain",
    "2pac - How Can We Be Free lyrics": "Sometimes I wonder about this race\nBecause we must be blind as Hell\n2 think we live in equality\nwhile Nelson Mandela rots in a jail cell\nWhere the shores of Howard Beach\nare full of Afrikan corpses\nAnd those that do live 2 be 18\nBumrush 2 join the Armed Forces\nThis so called \"Home of the Brave\" \n\n\n\nwhy isn't anybody Backing us up!\nWhen they c these crooked a** Redneck cops\nconstantly Jacking us up\nNow I bet some punk will say I'm racist\nI can tell by the way you smile at me\nthen I remember George Jackson, Huey Newton\nand Geronimo 2 hell with Lady Liberty",
    "2pac - How Do U Want It lyrics": "[k-ci and jojo of jodeci]\nHow do you want it\nHow do you feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nLivin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\nHow do you want it\nHow do you feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nLivin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\n[tupac]\nLove tha way you aggrivate your hips\nAnd push your a** out\nGotta n***a wantin'\nIt's so bad\nI'm about to pa** out\nWanna dig you\nAnd i can't even lie about it\nBaby just eleviate your cloths\nTime to fly up out it\nCatch you at a club\nOh sh**, you got me fiendin'\nBody talken sh** to me\nBut i can't comprehend the meaning\nNow if ya wanna roll with me\nThen here's ya chance\nDoin 80 on tha freeway\nWait police, catch me if they can\nForgive me i'm a ridah\nStill i'm just a simple man\nAll i want is money\nf** tha fame\nI'm a simple man\nMr. international\nPlaya with tha pa**port\nJust like a ladder b**h\nGet you anything you ask for\nIt's either him or me\nChampagne, hennessy\nA favorite of my homies\nWhen we floss on our enemies\nWitness as we creep to a low speed\nPeep what a ho need\nPuff some more weed\nFunk, ya don't need\nApproachin' hochies with a pa**ion\nBeen a long day\nBut i've been drivin' by attraction\nIn a strong way\nYour body is bangin'\nBaby i love it when ya flaunt it\nTime to give it to daddy n***a\nNow tell me how you want it...\n[k-ci and jojo]\nHow do you want it\nHow does it feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nLivin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\nHow do you want it\nHow do you feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nLivin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\n[tupac]\nTell me is it cool to f** ?\nYou think i come to talk\nAm i a fool or what ?\nPositions on tha floor\nIt's like erotic\nIronic\nCause i'm somewhat psychotic\nI'm hitten' switches on b**hes\nLike i been fixed with hydraulics\nUp and down like a roller coaster\nCome up beside ya\nI ain't quitin' till tha show is over\nCause i'm a ridah\nIn and out just like a robbery\nI'll probably be a freak\nAnd let you get ontop of me\nGet her rockin' these\nNights full of alazhay\nA livin' legend\nYou ain't heard about these n***as played in cali days\nDeloris tucker\nYou's a muthaf**er\nInstead of tryin' to help a n***a\nYou destroy a brotha\nWorst than tha others\nBill clinton\nMr. bob dole\nYou too old to understand tha way tha game is told\n\n\n\nYour lame\nSo i gotta hit you with tha high facts\nWon't someone listen ?\nMakin' millions\nn***as top that\nThey wanna censor me\nThey ratha see me in a cell\nLivin' in hell\nWith only a few of us to live to tell\nNow everybody talken about us\nI could give a f**\nI'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss\nn***a tell me how you want it...\n[k-ci and jojo]\nHow do you want it\nHow does it feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nLivin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\nHow do you want it\nHow do you feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nI'm livin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\n[tupac]\nRaised as a youth\nTell truth\nI got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof\nCause i jump on tha roof\nBefore i was a teenager\nMobile phone\nSkypager\nGame rules\nI'm livin' major\nMy adversaries\nIs lookin' worried\nThey paranoid of getten' buried\nOne of us gonna see tha cemetary\nMy only hope is survive\nIf i wish to stay alive\nGetten' high\nSee tha demons in my eyes\nBefore i die\nI wanna live my life and ball\nMake a couple million\nAnd then i'm chillin'\nFade'm all\nThese taxs for me crossed up\nWith people tryin' ta sue me\nMedia is in my business\nAnd they actin' like they know me\nBut i'ma mash out\nPeel out\nI'm murder quick\nThat's with the whip'n f**en steel out\nYeah n***a, it's some new sh**\nSo better get up on it\nWhen ya see me\nTell a n***a how ya want it\nHow do you want it ?\n[k-ci and jojo]\nHow do you want it\nHow does it feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nLivin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\nHow do you want it\nHow do you feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nI'm livin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\nHow do you want it\nHow does it feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nLivin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\nHow do you want it\nHow do you feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nI'm livin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\nHow do you want it\nHow does it feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nLivin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\nHow do you want it\nHow does it feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nI'm livin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\nHow do you want it\nHow does it feel\nComin' up as a n***a in tha cash game\nLivin' in tha fast lane\nI'm for real\n",
    "2pac - How Do U Want It - K-ci & Jojo lyrics": "[Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo]\nHow do you want it? How does it feel?\nComin up as a n***a in the cash game\nlivin in the fast lane; I'm for real\nHow do you want it? How do you feel?\nComin up as a n***a in the cash game\nlivin in the fast lane; I'm for real\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nLove the way you activate your hips and push your a** out\nGot a n***a wantin it so bad I'm bout to pa** out\nWanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it\nBaby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it\nCatch you at a club, oh sh** you got me fiendin\nBody talkin sh** to me but I can't comprehend the meaning\nNow if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance\nDoin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can\nForgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man\nAll I want is money, f**k the fame I'm a simple man\nMr. International, playa with the pa**port\nJust like Aladdin b**h, get you anything you ask for\nIt's either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey\nA favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies\nWitness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need\nPuff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need\nApproachin hoochies with a pa**ion, been a long day\nBut I've been driven by attraction in a strong way\nYour body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it\nTime to give it to daddy n***a now tell me how you want it\n(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah)\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\nTell me is it cool to f**k?\nDid you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?\nPositions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic\ncause I'm somewhat psychotic\nI'm hittin switches on b**hes like I been fixed with hydraulics\nUp and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya\nI ain't quittin til the show is over, cause I'ma rider\nIn and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak \n\n\n\nand let you get on top of me, get her rockin these\nNights full of Alize, a livin legend\nYou ain't heard about these n***az play these Cali days\nDelores Tucker, youse a motherf**ker\nInstead of tryin to help a n***a you destroy a brother\nWorse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole\nYou're too old to understand the way the game is told\nYou're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts\nWant some on lease? I'm makin millions, n***az top that\nThey wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell\nlivin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell\nNow everybody talkin bout us I could give a f**k\nI'd be the first one to bomb and cuss\nn***a tell me how you want it\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nRaised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop\non how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof\nbefore I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager\nGame rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries\nis lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried\nOne of us gon' see the cemetary\nMy only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive\nGettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die\nI wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million\nAnd then I'm chillin fade em all, these taxes\ngot me crossed up and people tryin to sue me\nMedia is in my business and they actin like they know me\nHahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out\nI'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that f**kin steel out\nYeah n***a it's some new sh** so better get up on it\nWhen ya see me tell a n***a how ya want it\nHow do you want it?\n[Chorus 2X]\n[2Pac]\nHow you want it?\nYeah my n***a Johnny J\nYeah, we out\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\nTell me\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\nCash game, livin in the fast lane, I'm for real",
    "2pac - How Do You Want It lyrics": "How do you want it? How does it feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nHow do you want it? How do you feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nLove the way you activate your hips and push your a** out\nGot a n***a wantin' it so bad I'm bout to pa** out\nWanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it\nBaby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it\nCatch you at a club,\noh sh** you got me fiendin' body talkin' sh** to me but I can't comprehend the meaning\nNow if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance\nDoin' eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can\nForgive me I'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man\nAll I want is money, f** the fame I'm a simple man\nMr. International, playa with the pa**port\nJust like Aladdin b**h, get you anything you ask for\nIt's either him or me, champagne, Hennessey\nA favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies\nWitness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need\nPuff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need\nApproachin' hoochies with a pa**ion, been a long day\nBut I've been driven by attraction in a strong way\nYour body is bangin' baby I love it when you flaunt it\nTime to give it to daddy n***a now tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it!)\nHow do you want it? How does it feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nHow do you want it? How do you feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game I'm livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nTell me is it cool to f**?\nDid you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?\nPositions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic 'cause I'm somewhat psychotic\nI'm hittin' switches on b**hes like I been fixed with hydraulics\nUp and down like a roller coaster,\nI'm up inside ya I ain't quittin' til the show is over,\n'Cause I'ma rider in and out just like a robbery,\nI'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me,\nGet her rockin' these\nNights full of Alize, a livin' legend\nYou ain't heard about these n***as play these Cali days\nDelores Tucker, youse a motherf**er\nInstead of tryin' to help a n***a you destroy a brother\nWorse than the others, Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole\nYou're too old to understand the way the game is told \n\n\n\nYou're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts\nWant some on lease? I'm makin' millions, n***as top that\nThey wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell\nLivin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell\nNow everybody talkin' bout us I could give a f** I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss\nn***a tell me how you want it\nHow do you want it? How does it feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nHow do you want it? How do you feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nRaised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof,\nbecause I jumped from the roof before I was a teenager,\nmobile phone, SkyPager game rules, I'm livin' major, my adversaries\nIs lookin' worried, they paranoid of gettin' buried\nOne of us gon' see the cemetery\nMy only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive\nGettin' high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die\nI wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million\nAnd then I'm chillin' fade 'em all, these taxes\nGot me crossed up and people tryin' to sue me\nMedia is in my business and they actin like they know me\nHahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out\nI'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that f**in' steel out\nYeah n***a it's some new sh** so better get up on it when ya see me tell a n***a how ya want it\nHow do you want it?\nHow do you want it? How does it feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nHow do you want it? How do you feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nHow do you want it? How does it feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nHow do you want it? How do you feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nHow do you want it? How does it feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nHow do you want it? How do you feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nHow do you want it? How does it feel?\nComin' up as a n***a in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real\nHow do you want it? How do you feel?",
    "2pac - How Do You Want It (Power 107.5 FM Version) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nLove the way you activate your hips and push your a** out\nGot a n***a wanting it so bad, I'm about to pa** out\nWanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it\nBaby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it\nCatch you at a club, oh sh** you got me feening\nBody talking sh** to me but I can't comprehend the meaning\nNow, if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance\nDoin' eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can\nForgive me I'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man\nAll I want is money, f** the fame I'm a simple man\nMr. International, player with the pa**port\nJust like Aladdin b**h, get you anything you ask for\nIt's either him or me - Champagne, Hennessy\nA favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies\nWitness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a ho need\nPuff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need\nApproachin' hoochies with a pa**ion, been a long day\nBut I've been driven by attraction in a strong way\nYour body is banging baby I love it when you flaunt it\nTime to give it to daddy, n***a, now tell me how you want it\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nHow do you want it?\nHow does it feel?\nComing up as a n***a in the cash game\nLiving in the fast lane\nI'm for real\nHow do you want it?\nHow does it feel?\nComing up as a n***a in the cash game\nLiving in the fast lane\nI'm for real\n[Verse 2: Hussien Fatal]\nAllow me to introduce to ya, I'm Fatalveli The Don\nTattooed all on my back, neck, belly and arms\nI'm tryin' to talk to ya, give me the stash, 107.5 'bout to do the whole dash back with 'Pac in the house now \n\n\n\nGive it to me, bet you love that n***a whip it out and put it in your mouth now\nGrindin' rawdy, holdin' nine inches in ya shorty\nEven your baby mama if she keep it poppin' for me\nHer brains is bangin', shorty I love the way you want it\nTime to give it to Dizza, Baby now tell me how ya want It\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nHow do you want it?\nHow does it feel?\nComing up as a n***a in the cash game\nLiving in the fast lane\nI'm for real\nHow do you want it?\nHow does it feel?\nComing up as a n***a in the cash game\nLiving in the fast lane\nI'm for real\n[Verse 3: Big Seth]\nWhenever Big seth rolled with 'Pac\nHe controlled the block (that's right), hoodboogers on every set when I holf [?]\nThey love when, they see me thuggin with my drug male\nLubricate they miss section keep 'em [?]\n[?]\nOne to 9 hit the loop then off to them things\nI gotta about 9 inches that's brown and bold\nSo shorty come on my block and these who are down the road\nOnce I bust this release some slash [?]\nYou can watch the hammer but you still can't touch this\nTill the next time I'll get up\nBack at the club with DJ Qualls looking for the wildest s*uts\nHow do ya want it\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nHow do you want it?\nHow does it feel?\nComing up as a n***a in the cash game\nLiving in the fast lane\nI'm for real\nHow do you want it?\nHow does it feel?\nComing up as a n***a in the cash game\nLiving in the fast lane\nI'm for real",
    "2pac - How I Act (Remix) lyrics": "[Intro]\n[Hook: Ice Cube] x2\nEven though I'm f**in with the po'-po'\nThem n***a know how I act in a low-low\nSlow mo', n***a check out my promo\nYou mo'fo's can't f** with my mojo\n[Verse 1: Ice Cube]\nI am the wrong n***a, too f**in grown n***a\nTo go for that n***a, I ain't 'cha ho n***a\nI got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter\nThe deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong n***as\nRetire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun\nk**in n***as for fun, these rappers is done\nThe bigger they come, the harder they fall\nI burn like the sun, continue to ball\nHe's got nuts and plus the Don touch\nAnd split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch\nHe's laid, with some s*uts, up in some guts\nJust back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut\nCain't f**, this n***a up, cause just, the n***a luck\nThat n***as, really love him and tear the city up\nUhh, even though I'm f**in with the po'-po'\nThem n***a know how I act in the low-low\n[Hook] x2\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nWho me? A n***a livin' life like a G\nIn that artillery keepin' n***as off of me\nI can't sleep living in these wicked times\nPeep, n***as after me cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat\nYou can holler if you want to pleease\nI ain't runnin' with no punk crew be\nEnemies and my range is on\nYou're in the danger zone\nMy f**in' game is strong, hotline\nYou s**as better find ya mind I got mine \n\n\n\nFrom hustling and busting them rhymes\nTo my n***as up in Quentin\nDown on Rikers Isle stay rile\nBut a n***a gotta use his styles\nThese n***as don't know my style\nQuick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child\nTry to put me in the cross, but my force was wild\nb**h-made a** n***as don't know my style\nThese n***as don't know my style\nQuick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child\nTry to put me in the cross, but my force was wild\nb**h-made a** n***as don't know my style\n[Hook] x2\n[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]\nI'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates\nf** Him, I didn't wanna go to heaven anyway\nBut my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped\nTalkin' bout some \"praise the Lord\" sh**\nHail Mary, f** her, I never knew her\nI'd probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer\nOur father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black, and mean\nWith the fifth by the Gabardine\nWhat you expected from his next of kin\nI'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican\nI got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen\nA shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm sh**tin'\nThe lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin'\nn***as keep stressin', the same motherf**in' question\nHow many shots does it take, to make my heart stop\nAnd my body start to shake\n[Hook] x4",
    "2pac - How Long Will They Mourn Me (Clean Version) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nSo many, buried peers, throughout the years\nWhile pouring out liquor and beers\nFor all my homies that wasn't here\nCan't help but shedding tears at the cemetery\nMakin' me wonder if this loaded pistols necessary\nEven the preacher could see the pain in my mother's eyes\nWhile walkin' by, can't help but sympathize when brothers die\nMaybe the pain will make the situation change\nNo murder for murder, but homicide will never end, this crooked game\nBullets is blasted, time pa**, brothers in masks\nRetaliation is the aftermath\nAll that remains is a corpse wrapped in plastic\nCall up his momma tell her; her babies in a casket\nNo love for 'em\nJust put his body in the grave\nEven the pistols and all the prayers couldn't save 'em\nLook how they played 'em\nThey should've murdered me when I was born\n'Cause now I'm trapped in the violence of the storm\nHow long will they mourn me\n[Hook: Nate Dogg & 2Pac]\nI wish it would've been another\nHow long will they mourn me\nHow long will they mourn my brother\nHow long will they mourn me\nI wish it would have been another\nNate Dogg\nHow long will they mourn me\nHow long will they mourn my brother\n(Yo Syke)\n[Verse 2: Big Syke]\nHow long will they mourn me, every breathin' day\nHomie, you stayed down when them other bustas didn't know me\nFrom my heart to the trigger, I miss my dawg\nReminiscing of the days as a young hog\nI remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack\nI live the super fly, and you wanted to be the mack\nUp all night smoking and drinking\nHung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'\nTell me Lord, why you take big Kato?\nSo confused not knowing which way to go\nI'm goin' crazy 'cause I'm runnin' out of time\nI can't take it, I'm losin' my mind\nSo day after day, ride after ride\nWe'll hook up on the other side\nWatch over your family and your newborn\n'Til we meet again homie \n\n\n\nHow long will they mourn me?\n[Hook: Nate Dogg, Big Syke & 2Pac]\nI wish it would've been another\n(Big Kato)\nHow long will they mourn me\nHow long will they mourn my brother\nHow long will they mourn me\nI wish it would've been another\n(Yeah)\nHow long will they mourn me\nHow long will they mourn my brother\n(Rated R, (Double Jeopardy), Mac 10)\n[Verse 3: Rated R (Double Jeopardy)]\nDamn although I'm tired of feeling sad\nI'm tired of putting in work\nI'm tired of cryin', watch my homies leave the earth\nI know soon one day I'll be in the dirt\nAnd my peoples'll be mournin'\nWhen they get a call from the coroner\nAll my dawgs can do is get they [?]\nAnd get tossed up [?]\nRest and love to the homie Kato\nSee you in the crossroads real soon\nFor now let me pour out some brew\nI can't forget my homie\nR.I.P. big baller\nHow long will you mourn me when I be dead and gone?\n[Verse 4: Macadoshis (Mac 10)]\nI know life's a trip, and everybody gotta go\nBut why it had to be my homie Kato\nAnother brother fell victim to the chrome\nIt's enough to make you crazy, it's going to my dome\nYou only live once on this earth\nAnd only guarantee one friend from the day of your birth\nMy people say they down and they always be my homie\nBut when the mack gone\nHow long will you mourn me?\n[Hook: Nate Dogg]\nYeah\nI wish it would've been another\nHow long will they mourn my brother\nI wish it would've been another\nHow long will they mourn my brother\n[Collision: Macadoshis (Mac 10)]\nHow long will ya mourn me\nHow long will ya mourn me\nHow long will ya mourn me\nHow long will ya mourn me\nHow long will ya mourn me\nHow long will ya mourn me\nHow long will ya mourn me\n[Hook: Nate Dogg]\nI wish it would've been another\nHow long will you mourn my brother\nI wish it would've been another\nHow long will you mourn my brother",
    "2pac - How Long Will They Mourn Me (Two 2Pac Verses) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nHow long will they mourn me?\nYeah! This for my n***a Kato, it's still on n***a - believe that\nWe live a Thug Life, Thugs for Life, ha ha\n(How long will they mourn me?) We handle this sh** for you bwoy\nYeah n***a.. 2Pac in this motherf**er\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nAll my homies drinkin' liquor, tears in everybody's eyes\nn***as cried, to mourn a homie's homicide\nBut I can't cry, instead I'm just a shoulder\nDamn, why they take another soldier?\nI load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry\nI'll get them s**ers back before you're buried (sh**)\nRetaliate and pull a one-eight-seven\nDo real n***as get to go to heaven?\nHow long will they mourn me? Bury me a motherf**in' G\nb**h don't wanna die; then, don't f** with me\nIt's kinda hard to be optimistic\nWhen your homie's lyin' dead on the pavement twisted\nY'all don't hear me doe, I'm tryin hard to make amends\nBut I'm losin' all my motherf**in' friends.. damn!\nThey should've shot me when I was born\nNow I'm trapped in the motherf**in' storm\nHow long will they mourn me?\n[Chorus]\nI wish it would have been another\n(How long will they mourn me?)\nHow long.. will they mourn.. my brother\n(Half them n***as all dead and sh**)\n(How long will they mourn me?)\n[Nate] I wish it would have been another\n(Dedicated this to Kato n***a, and e'ry thug)\n(How long will they mourn me?)\nHow long.. will they mourn.. my brother\n(Yo n***a, we gotta keep this sh** goin' on, yo Syke)\n[Verse 2: Big Syke]\nHow long will they mourn me\nEvery muthaf**in' day homie\nYou stayed down when tha other n***as didn't know me\nFrom my heart to the trigga you my f**in' n***a\nAnd things won't be the same without ya n***a\nI remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack\nAnd goin' half on a muthaf**in' hundred sack\nSmokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin'\nHung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'\nTell me Lord, why you take big Kato ?\nSo confused not knowing which way to go\nI'm goin crazy and runnin' out of f**in' time\nI can't take it, I'm losin' my f**in' mind\nSo day after day\nRide after ride\nWe'll hook up on the other side\nWatch over your family and your newborn\nTill we meet again homie\nHow long will they mourn me ?\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]*(Extra Verse)\nSo many, buried peers\nThroughout the years\nWhile pouring out liquor and beers\nFor my homies that wasn't here\nCan't help but shed tears at the cemetery\nMakin' me wonder if this loaded pistols necessary \n\n\n\nEven the preacher could see the pain in my mother's eyes\nWhile walkin' by, can't help but sympathize when brothas die\nMaybe the pain will make the situation change\nNo murder for murder, our homicide will never end, this crooked game\nBullet's blastin', time pa**, brothas in masks\nRetaliation is the aftermath\nAll that remains is a corpse rapped in plastic\nCall the mother tell her her babies in a casket\nNo love for em\nJust put his body in the grave\nEven the pistols and all the prayers couldn't save 'em\nLook how they played'em\nThey should have murdered me when I was born\nNow I'm trapped in the violence of the storm\nHow long will they mourn me\n[Chorus]\nI wish it would have been another\n(Yo Kato)\nHow long will they mourn me\n(It's still on n***a)\nHow long will they mourn my brother\n(How long will they mourn me)\nI wish it would have been another\n(Yeah)\n(How long will they mourn me)\nHow long will they mourn my brother\n(Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10)\n[Verse 4: Rated R]\nDamn a n***a tired of feeling sad\nI'm tired of putting in work\nI'm tired of cryin' while watching my homies leave the earth\nI know soon one day I'll be in the dirt\nAnd my peoples'll be mournin'\nWhen they get a call from the coroner\nAll n***as can say is that's f**ed up\nAnd get tossed up\nReminiscing how we grew up (my n***a)\nRest and love to my n***a Kato\nSee you in the crossroads real soon\nFor now let me pour out some brew\nI'll be always thinkin' of ya homie\nRest in peace\nHow long will they mourn me ?\n[Verse 5: Macadoshis]\nYa know life's a f**in' trip\nAnd everybody gotta go\nBut why the f** it have to be my n***a Kato\nAnother n***a fell victim to the chrome\nIt's enough to make you crazy\nIt's f**in' with my dome\nYa only live once on this earth\nA n***a had it bad, since the day of my mutahf**in' birth\nBut n***as say they down and they always be my homie\nBut when a n***a gone\nHow long will ya mourn me ?(How Long will they mourn me?)\n[Chorus + Outro]\nI wish it would have been another\n(yeah, Mack 10 in this motherf**er)\n(yeah, how long will they mourn me)\nHow long will they mourn my brother (thug life boy)\n(Nate, blowin' that sh**)\nI wish it would have been another (Nate Dogg rip that sh** [?])\n(yeah, how long will they mourn me) How long will they mourn my brother\n(this is for my n***a Kato and all his kids)\n(How long will they mourn me)\nI wish it would have been another",
    "2pac - How Long Will They Mourn Me (version 2) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2pac]\nSo many, buried peers\nThroughout the years\nWhile pouring out liquor and beers\nFor my homies that wasn't here\nCan't help but shed tears at the cemetery\nMakin' me wonder if this loaded pistols necessary\nEven the preacher could see the pain in my mother's eyes\nWhile walkin' by, can't help but sympathize when brothas die\nMaybe the pain will make the situation change\nNo murder for murder, our homicide will never end, this crooked game\nBullet's blastin', time pa**, brothas in masks\nRetaliation is the aftermath\nAll that remains is a corpse rapped in plastic\nCall the mother tell her her babies in a casket\nNo love for em\nJust put his body in the grave\nEven the pistols and all the prayers couldn't save em\nLook how they played'em\nThey should have murdered me when I was born\nNow I'm trapped in the violence of the storm\nHow long will they mourn me\n[Verse 2: Syke]\nHow long will they mourn me\nEvery muthaf**in' day homie\nYou stayed down when tha other n***as didn't know me\nFrom my heart to the trigga you my f**in' n***a\nAnd things won't be the same without ya n***a\nI remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack\nAnd goin' half on a muthaf**in' hundred sack\nSmokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin'\nHung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'\nTell me Lord, why you take big Kato ?\nSo confused not knowing which way to go\nI'm goin crazy and runnin' out of f**in' time\nI can't take it, I'm losin' my f**in' mind \n\n\n\nSo day after day\nRide after ride\nWe'll hook up on the other side\nWatch over your family and your newborn\nTill we meet again homie\nHow long will they mourn me ?\n[Chorus]\nI wish it would have been another\n(Yo Kato)\nHow long will they mourn me\n(It's still on n***a)\nHow long will they mourn my brother\nHow long will they mourn me\nI wish it would have been another\n(Yeah)\nHow long will they mourn me\nHow long will they mourn my brother\n(Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10)\n[Verse 3: Rated R]\nDamn a n***a tired of feeling sad\nI'm tired of putting in work\nI'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth\nI know soon one day I'll be in the dirt\nAnd my peoples'll be mournin'\nWhen they get a call from the coroner\nAll n***as can say is that's f**ed up\nAnd get tossed up\nReminiscing how we grew up (my n***a)\nRest and love to my n***a Kato\nSee you in the crossroads real soon\nFor now let me pour out some brew\nI'll be always thinkin' of ya homie\nRest in peace\nHow long will they mourn me ?\n[Verse 4: Macadoshis]\nYa know life's a f**in' trip\nAnd everybody gotta go\nBut why the f** it have to be my n***a Kato\nAnother n***a fell victim to the chrome\nIt's enough to make you crazy\nIt's f**in' with my dome\nYa only live once on this earth\nA n***a had it bad, since the day of my mutahf**in' birth\nBut n***as say they down and they always be my homie\nBut when a n***a gone\nHow long will ya mourn me ?\n[Chorus]",
    "2pac - How Long Will They Mourn Me? lyrics": "How long will they mourn me?\nYeah! This for my n***a Kato\nIt's still on n***a, believe that\nWe live a Thug Life, Thugs for Life\nYeah (How long will they mourn me?) We handle this sh** for you bwoy\nYeah n***a\n2Pac in this motherf**er\nAll my homies drinkin' liquor\nTears in everybody's eyes\nn***as cried, to mourn a homie's homicide\nBut I can't cry, instead I'm just a shoulder\nDamn, why they take another soldier?\nI load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry\nI'll get them s**ers back before your buried (sh**)\nRetaliate and pull a one-eight-seven\nDo real n***as get to go to heaven?\nHow long will they mourn me? Bury me a motherf**in' G\nb**h don't wanna die, then, don't f** with me\nIt's kinda hard to be optimistic\nWhen your homie's lyin' dead on the pavement twisted\nY'all don't hear me doe, I'm tryin hard to make amends\nBut I'm losin' all my motherf**in' friends, damn!\nThey should've shot me when I was born\nNow I'm trapped in the motherf**in' storm\nHow long will they mourn me?\nI wish it would have been another\nHow long will they mourn me?\nHow long, will they mourn my brother (Half them n***as all dead and sh**)\nHow long will they mourn me?\nI wish it would have been another (dedicated this to Kato n***a, and e'ry thug)\nHow long will they mourn me?\nHow long, will they mourn my brother (yo n***a, we gotta keep this sh** goin' on, yo Syke)\nHow long will they mourn me?\nEvery motherf**in' day homie\nYou stayed down when the other n***as didn't know me\nFrom my heart to the trigger you my f**in' n***a\nAnd things won't be the same without ya n***a\nI remember kickin' back, you wanted a 'llac\nAnd goin' half on a motherf**in' hundred sack\nSmokin' blunt after blunt, and steady drinkin'\nHung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'\nTell me Lord, why you take big Kato?\nSo confused not knowing which way to go\nI'm goin' crazy and runnin' out of f**in' time \n\n\n\nI can't take it, I'm losin' my f**in' mind\nSo day after day, ride after ride\nWe'll hook up on the other side\nWatch over your family and your newborn\nTill we meet again homie\nHow long will they mourn me?\nI wish it would have been another (Big Kato)\nHow long will they mourn me?\nHow long, will they mourn, my brother (It's still on n***a)\nHow long will they mourn me?\nI wish it would have been another (Yeah)\nHow long will they mourn me?\nHow long will they mourn, my brother (Rated R, Double Jeapordy, Mac 10)\nDamn, a n***a tired of feelin' sad\nI'm tired of puttin' in work\nI'm tired of cryin' watchin' my homies leave the earth\nI know soon one day I'll be in the dirt\nAnd my peoples'll be mournin'\nWhen they get a call from the coroner\nAll n***as can say is that's f**ed up\nAnd get tossed up, reminiscin' how we grew up (my n***a)\nRest and love to my n***a Kato\nSee you in the crossroads real soon\nFor now let me pour out some brew\nI'll be always thinkin' of ya homie\nRest in peace, how long will they mourn me?\nWe know life's a f**in' trip\nAnd everybody gotta go\nBut why the f** it have to be my n***a Kato?\nAnother n***a fell victim to the chrome\nIt's enough to make you crazy, it's f**in' with my dome\nYou only live once on this earth a n***a had it bad\nSince the day, of my motherf**in' birth (uh)\nBut n***as say they down and they always be my homie\nBut when a n***a gone, how long will ya mourn me?\n(Yeah!) I wish it would have been another (Mac 10 in this motherf**er, yeah!)\nHow long will you mourn me?!\nHow long, will they mourn my brother (Thug Life boy, Nate, blowin that sh**)\nI wish it would have been another (Nate Dogg do that sh** n***a, yeah)\nHow long will you mourn me?!\nHow long will they mourn, my brother (This for my n***a Kato, and all his kids)\nHow long will you mourn me?!\nI wish it would have been another\nHow long will they mourn my brother",
    "2pac - How Long Will They Mourn Me? - Nate Dogg lyrics": "How long will they mourn me?\nYeah! This for my n***a Kato\nIt's still on n***a, believe that\nWe live a Thug Life, Thugs for Life\nYeah (How long will they mourn me?) We handle this sh** for you bwoy\nYeah n***a\n2Pac in this motherf**er All my homies drinkin' liquor\nTears in everybody's eyes\nn***as cried, to mourn a homie's homicide\nBut I can't cry, instead I'm just a shoulder\nDamn, why they take another soldier?\nI load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry\nI'll get them s**ers back before your buried (sh**)\nRetaliate and pull a one-eight-seven\nDo real n***as get to go to heaven?\nHow long will they mourn me? Bury me a motherf**in' G\nb**h don't wanna die, then, don't f** with me\nIt's kinda hard to be optimistic\nWhen your homie's lyin' dead on the pavement twisted\nY'all don't hear me doe, I'm tryin hard to make amends\nBut I'm losin' all my motherf**in' friends, damn!\nThey should've shot me when I was born\nNow I'm trapped in the motherf**in' storm\nHow long will they mourn me? I wish it would have been another\nHow long will they mourn me?\nHow long, will they mourn my brother (Half them n***as all dead and sh**)\nHow long will they mourn me?\nI wish it would have been another (dedicated this to Kato n***a, and e'ry thug)\nHow long will they mourn me?\nHow long, will they mourn my brother (yo n***a, we gotta keep this sh** goin' on, yo Syke) How long will they mourn me?\nEvery motherf**in' day homie\nYou stayed down when the other n***as didn't know me\nFrom my heart to the trigger you my f**in' n***a\nAnd things won't be the same without ya n***a\nI remember kickin' back, you wanted a 'llac\nAnd goin' half on a motherf**in' hundred sack\nSmokin' blunt after blunt, and steady drinkin'\nHung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'\nTell me Lord, why you take big Kato?\nSo confused not knowing which way to go\nI'm goin' crazy and runnin' out of f**in' time \n\n\n\nI can't take it, I'm losin' my f**in' mind\nSo day after day, ride after ride\nWe'll hook up on the other side\nWatch over your family and your newborn\nTill we meet again homie\nHow long will they mourn me? I wish it would have been another (Big Kato)\nHow long will they mourn me?\nHow long, will they mourn, my brother (It's still on n***a)\nHow long will they mourn me?\nI wish it would have been another (Yeah)\nHow long will they mourn me?\nHow long will they mourn, my brother (Rated R, Double Jeapordy, Mac 10) Damn, a n***a tired of feelin' sad\nI'm tired of puttin' in work\nI'm tired of cryin' watchin' my homies leave the earth\nI know soon one day I'll be in the dirt\nAnd my peoples'll be mournin'\nWhen they get a call from the coroner\nAll n***as can say is that's f**ed up\nAnd get tossed up, reminiscin' how we grew up (my n***a)\nRest and love to my n***a Kato\nSee you in the crossroads real soon\nFor now let me pour out some brew\nI'll be always thinkin' of ya homie\nRest in peace, how long will they mourn me? We know life's a f**in' trip\nAnd everybody gotta go\nBut why the f** it have to be my n***a Kato?\nAnother n***a fell victim to the chrome\nIt's enough to make you crazy, it's f**in' with my dome\nYou only live once on this earth a n***a had it bad\nSince the day, of my motherf**in' birth (uh)\nBut n***as say they down and they always be my homie\nBut when a n***a gone, how long will ya mourn me? (Yeah!) I wish it would have been another (Mac 10 in this motherf**er, yeah!)\nHow long will you mourn me?!\nHow long, will they mourn my brother (Thug Life boy, Nate, blowin that sh**)\nI wish it would have been another (Nate Dogg do that sh** n***a, yeah)\nHow long will you mourn me?!\nHow long will they mourn, my brother (This for my n***a Kato, and all his kids)\nHow long will you mourn me?!\nI wish it would have been another\nHow long will they mourn my brother",
    "2pac - How Long Will They Mourn Me? (Rare Original Remix Version) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nSo many, buried peers, throughout the years\nWhile pouring out liquor and beers\nFor all my homies that wasn't here\nCan't help but shedding tears at the cemetery\nMakin' me wonder if this loaded pistols necessary\nEven the preacher could see the pain in my mother's eyes\nWhile walkin' by, can't help but sympathize when brothers die\nMaybe the pain will make the situation change\nNo murder for murder, but homicide will never end, this crooked game\nBullets is blasted, time pa**, brothers in masks\nRetaliation is the aftermath\nAll that remains is a corpse wrapped in plastic\nCall up his momma tell her; her babies in the casket\nNo love for 'em\nJust put his body in the grave\nEven the pistols and all the prayers couldn't save 'em\nLook how they played 'em\nThey should've murdered me when I was born\n'Cause now I'm trapped in the violence of the storm\nHow long will they mourn me?\n[Hook: Kyle Rifkin]\nHow long will they mourn me?\nI was ready to raise hell when I was home see\nWhatever it is, I know I gotta be me, I gotta be free\nTo all of my homies, you gotta strive to be free\nHow long will they mourn me, mourn me, mourn me?\nHey! oo yeah, yeah, yeah\n[Verse 2: DJ King Assa**in]\nKicking back drinking liquor, smoking blunts and skunk\nAnd reminiscing about my n***as that's dead and gone\nSo many homies lost they lives, even though it's do in life\nThree strikes in the pen', never sent them again\nIn this life full of sinnin' and only god can judge me\nWhether it's bad or ugly\nI'm tryin' to maintain, take control of every time I think it's love\nn***a's jealousy for what? Fell victim to a slug\nNow they label us thugs but real thugs givin' love\nFake thugs hold love for a brother coming up or b*tch!!\nStuck in work, n***as sprung off the guts\nThey k** my n***a for what\nThug for ever Kato\nAnd when I'm gone, will they mourn me?\n[Verse 3: Big Syke]\nEvery breathin' day Homie\nYou stayed down when them other bustas didn't know me\nFrom my heart to the trigger, I miss my dawg\nReminiscing of the days as a young hog\nI remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack\nI live the super fly, and you wanted to be the mack\nUp all night smoking and drinking \n\n\n\nHung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'\nTell me Lord, why you take big Kato?\nSo confused not knowing which way to go\nI'm goin' crazy 'cause I'm runnin' out of time\nI can't take it, I'm losin' my mind\nSo day after day, ride after ride\nWe'll hook up on the other side\nWatch over your family and your newborn\n'Til we meet again homie\nHow long will they mourn me?\n[Hook: Kyle Rifkin]\nHow long will they mourn me?\nI was ready to raise hell when I was home see\nWhatever it is, I know I gotta be me, I gotta be free\nTo all of my homies, you gotta strive to be free\nHow long will they mourn me, mourn me, mourn me?\nHey! oo yeah, yeah, yeah\n[Verse 4: Rated R (Double Jeopardy)]\nDamn although I'm tired of feeling sad\nI'm tired of putting in work\nI'm tired of cryin', watch my homies leave the earth\nI know soon one day I'll be in the dirt\nAnd my peoples'll be mournin'\nWhen they get a call from the coroner\nAll my dawgs can do is get they [?]\nAnd get tossed up\n[?] hit me deep that's the funeral home\nRest in love to the homie Kato\nSee you in the crossroads real soon\nFor now let me pour out some brew\nI can't forget my homie\nR.I.P. big baller\nHow long will you mourn me when I be dead and gone?\n[Verse 4: Macadoshis (Mac 10)]\nWe know life's a f**in' trip, and everybody gotta go\nBut tell me why it had to be my n***a Kato?\nAnother n***a fell victim to the chrome\nIt's enough to make you crazy, it's f**in' with my dome\nYou only live once on this Earth\nA n***a had it bad, since the day of my motherf**in' birth\nMy n***as say they down and they always be my homie\nBut when a n***a gone, how long will you mourn me?\n[Hook: Nate Dogg & 2Pac]\nI wish it would have been another\n(Yeah! Mac 10 in this motherf**er, yeah!)\nHow long will you mourn me?!\nHow long will they mourn my brother?\n(Thug Life, boy, Nate, blowin' that sh**)\nI wish it would have been another\n(Nate Dogg, do that sh**, n***a, yeah)\nHow long will you mourn me?!\nHow long will they mourn my brother?\n(This for my n***a Kato, and all his kids)\nHow long will you mourn me?!\nI wish it would have been another\nHow long will they mourn my brother?",
    "2pac - How We Do (Remix) lyrics": "[Verse 1: Eazy-E]\nAw yeah, let's take a trip\nJust sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip\nOn a funky-dope track, jump back\nStrapped with a fat buddha sack and a 7-8 'lac\nCome clean, gangsta lean, I got green\nBud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing\nI hang with OG playas, don't set trip\nOr you might get what we call a rat pack\nI don't slack when it come to street\nI kick real G-funk to a gangsta beat\nIt's so sweet, when you got money to spend\nI got a proper big tilt and a fly-big Benz\nI make ends, spend my dough on no ho\nThat's how it is, and that's how it goes\nAct like you know when I creep real slow\nGivin' love to them players that I know is real G's\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nNow ever since a n***a was a seed\nOnly thing promised to me was the penitentiary\nStill ballin', ridin' on these n***as \u2018cause they lame\nIn a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game\nCan you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug n***a\nUp before the sunrise, quicker than the drug dealers\nTell me if it's on, n***a, then we first to bomb, bust\nOn these b**h-made n***as, hit 'em up!\nWestside! Ain't nobody loved me as a broke n***a\nFinger on the trigger, Lord, forgive me if I smoke n***as\nI love my females strapped, no f**in' from the back\nI get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at\nRight? Pa**ed by while these n***as wondered why\nI got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try\nDid I cry? Hell nah, n***a, tears shed\nFor all my homies in the pen, many peers dead\nn***as still ballin'\n[Hook: 50 Cent]\nThis is how we do\nWe make a move and act a fool while we up in the club\nThis is how we do\nNobody do it like we do it, so show us some love\nThis is how we do\nWe make a move and act a fool while we up in the club\nThis is how we do\nNobody do it like we do it, so show us some love\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nNow everybody wanna see us dead\nTwo murdered on the front page\nShot to d**h, bullets to the head\nn***as holler out my name and it's similar to rape\nMothaf**as know I'm coming, so they running to they graves \n\n\n\nWatch! Swoop down with my n***a from the Pound\n\u2018Cause (Eazy) don't give a f**\nWhere you coward n***as now?\nBlast, keep pumpin', ain't worried about nothin'\nBusters thought we was frontin', so reload and keep dumpin'\n[Verse 4: Eazy-E]\nDump on fools with a quickness\nAnd they got no cure for the sickness\nI get paid for the way that I kick this\nLike a G-ster, an OG-ster (who's that?)\nA real player named Eazy\nAnd I live my life straight crazy\nDon't need no punk fools paying me\nAnd broke groupies and hootchies don't faze me\nI take two steps back and release myself\nTo put platinum and gold on the record shelf\nI don't brag, but I tell it like it straight-up is\nBefore you do a record, partner, handle your business\nAnd don't get caught slippin' on the under\nOr you might wonder, (What's up with them ends, G?)\nI call a spade a spade and get paid\nG's show the way, so I give love to 'em\n[Verse 5: Game]\nI put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four\nWhite walls so clean it's like I'm riding on bulbs\nHit one switch, man, that a** so low\nCali got n***as in New York ridin' on hundred spokes\nTouch me, tease me, kiss me, please me\nI give it to you just how you like it, girl\nYou know I'm rocking with the best\nFour pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest (Ah!)\n[Verse 6: 50 Cent]\nFifty, uh, Bentley, uh\nEm came and got a n***a fresh out the slum\nAutomatic gun, f** 'em one-on-one\nWe wrap up your punk a**\nStunt and you done, homie, it's Game time\n[Verse 7: The Game]\nYou ready? Here I come\nCall Lloyd Banks and get this mothaf**er crunk\nIt took two months, but Fifty got it done\nSigned with G-Unit, had n***as like \"huh?\"\nDon't try to front, I'll leave your a** slumped\nThinking I'm a punk\nGet your f**ing head lumped, Fifty got a gun\n[Verse 8: 50 Cent]\nReady? Here he come\nGotta sick vendetta, to get this cheddar\nMeet my Beretta, the drama setter\nSip Amaretta, my flow sounds better\nThan average, on tracks I'm a savage, I damage\nAny n***a tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)",
    "2pac - How You Gon BanG? lyrics": "[Intro- Fatal Tense]\nOne time for the house\nFor the offspring of this rap music\nBangin' DDB and Tense with the fatal grammatic\nFor the people we die\nLet me put you on game\n[Hook x 2]\nOn they system\nEither we ride or we gon die\nMake em' pull they alarms\nKeep they hands to the sky\nMake em' yak that Patron\nLet the Nina reply\nBangin' on ya'll isms\nFor the people we ride\n[Verse 1 - Fatal Tense]\nI can't be bothered with self-suicide and trap-rhymes\nI be on the truth, if it's written down or clapped nines\nI be full on line, auto-revo like an uzi\nMovin' quick up in the range, like Stic, just call me \u201cTookie\u201d\nBut it don't figure if you pop the Smith and Wesson\nAnd you aimin' in the wrong direction\n(internalized oppression)\nSo what ya'll sayin' bout big rims and poppin' bottles?\nMovin' keys, pimpin' sistas, that sh**'s really hard to swallow\nAnd what it mean when you chase a hollow dream?\nBrainWASH on the tv screen, lookin' \u201cclean\u201d down-a hollow beam\nNadda to say, when this is how you gettin' paid\nLittle bodies being sprayed by the ignorance you have laid\nWord unbornd, ma**ssssssa got your mind drowned\nBrains blown out, buyin' that, the communities behind\nYa income spent, not on ya rent but on a dollar sign\nAll these pop rappers rolling green, I'll tell you why\nIt's not a mystery, its no context or black history\nChains hang from they necks like this the 18th century \n\n\n\n(but) \u201cwith a chest full of chains and an arm full of watches\u201d\nHow you gonna bang when we ride where the cops is\nHow you gonna scape when we bust where the locks is\nHard to be a man when you don't know who ya pops is\nThey got us locked up, in the body and the wallet\nThey got us tuned-in (cuz) they invade the private\nAnd this reefer saying you must acknowledge\nExploitation and bondage, exactly how-they-started\nCorporate takeover then makeover, the people: the target\nPushin' a whitewash campaign, and a samboed out profit\nWhen they sell their falsehoods, its the people they robbin'\nWith no hint of a conscious \u2013 so buck em\n[Hook x 4]\nOn they system\nEither we ride or we gon die\nMake em' pull they alarms\nKeep they hands to the sky\nMake em' yak that Patron\nLet the Nina reply\nBangin' on ya'll isms\nFor the people we die\n[Outro - 2Pac Shakur]\nOn big level, just you know, just imagine if a corporation just sent a representative and said just go hang and play with that playground...and whatever kid is the coolest or shares the ball or lets the most people play the basketball, we gonna give him scholarship. You know how many things...cause that would bring hope, you know what I'm sayin'?-- there's no hope, and there's not gonna be to many more Christmases without hope, you know what I'm sayin'?-- not to make just about Christmas, there's not gonna be too many more days without hope",
    "2pac - HyePower lyrics": "[Intro: 2pac]\n... so far from where I am now in four years, God willin I'm alive, it's on\nI guarantee you we will, WE WILL have our own political party. And it won't be just for Black people - it's gon be for Mexicans, it's gon be for Mexicans, it's gon be for Black people, it's gon be for Armenians...\n[Verse 1]\nVisions of Sayat Nova starin at me\nAnd every individual that was murdered in my family\nI'd go back in time, wishin that I could save ya\nI'm just my people's voice sprinkled wit some hood flavor\nRaised offa Black Sounds of Freedom\nIf the Whole World is Africa, take me back to Eden\nThey callin me a terrorist but givin me no reason\nCan you even tell me which people were the first Christians?\nArmenians\nBut that's life, ces't la vie\nThis the Hiii Power remix, HYE\nThinkin bout When We Were Kings, like the great Ali\nBut the truth is, you don't know a thing bout me\nBecuzzzz, (ha)\nIt ain't in ya books homie\nPick up game, Lesane Parish Crooks told me\nI think the president is smokin some weed, bumpin this beat\nAnd trippin off my people's misery\nGot some real advice on my Vegas trip\nFrom the homie K. Lamar, he said find your own niche\n[Hook: with Kendrick Lamar]\nAnd this right here is {HYE POWER}\nAper nothin less than {HYE POWER}\nFrom the heart, beat this\nFood for thought, eat this\nI mean this dish is\nKirk Kerkorian ownin Vegas and makin billions\n{HYE POWER}\n{Throw ya hands up for HYE POWER}\n[Verse 2]\nVisions of Hrant Dink starin at me\nWhile he shot up in the middle of the street, bleedin badly\nI think he tryna tell me somethin\nThere'll never be peace, what's the point? Like a belly bu*ton (brraaat!)\nNow a man wit blood on his hands shouldn't throw stones\nOr feel the wrath of God, word to Bishop Noel Jones\nHappy birthday, for all the gun powder and the dirt they\nThrew on us, no ambulance, no doctor and no first aid\nFrightenin, like Mike Tyson\nWhen the man went insane and started bitin off ears\nAnd I'm just workin round the clock\nBefore my time is up, like the homie down the block (block block)\nIf only this story had a happy endin\nCould u imagine that Mr. John Lennon? \n\n\n\nWho said Obama would accept the Genocide?\nAll we have is hope so ill never let it die\nGot some good advice on my Vegas trip\nChopped it up wit K Dot, he said find your own niche\n[Hook: with Kendrick Lamar]\nThis right here is {HYE POWER}\nApeh nothin less than {HYE POWER}\nFrom the heart, beat this\nFood for thought, eat this\nI mean this dish is\nA reminder that Genocide couldn't k** this\n{HYE POWER}\n{Throw ya hands up for HYE POWER}\n[Bridge: Alori Joh, Kendrick Lamar & Nazo Bravo]\n{Everyday we fight the system just to make our way\nWe've been down for too long, but thats all right\nWe was built to be strong, cause it's our life\nNa-na-nah\nEveryday we fight the system, (fight the system)\n(Never liked the system)\nWe've been down for too long, but thats all right\nNa-na-nah}\n[Verse 3]\nWho said Obama would accept the genocide?\nAll we have is hope, so ill never let it die\nRealistic-ly it's nothin 'gainst him\nOne man can only do so much in a system, but\nHow would a black man feel?\nIf America had said, that slavery wasn't real\nAnd tried to do everything that they could just to cover up\nAll the history that they drank from another cup\nThat's how my people really feel forreal\nAgainst the Turkish government, been at war for years\nWhat we have right here are some crooks\nChangin up the names of the cities that they took\nIt's a Cole world\nThis one is for the kids across the whole world\nAnd all my peers doin bids up to no good\nPlus the lawyers and the doctors\nWe the lost tribe that they've always k**ed but never conquered\nGot some true advice from the Compton kid\nWho inspired this, and said find your own niche\n[Hook: with Kendrick Lamar]\nThis right here is {HYE POWER}\nApeh nothin less than {HYE POWER}\nFrom the heart, beat this\nFood for thought, eat this\nI mean this dish is\nArarat and Ma**is mountains off in the distance\n{HYE POWER}\n{Throw ya hands up for HYE POWER}\n[Rideout]\nDid you ever think that we would get so far?\nFrom the place we used to call home, oh Lord!\nDo you still believe that we gon be alright?\nCan't predict the future but I tell no lies\n[Repeat Rideout]",
    "2pac - I Ain't f**in' Wit Cha lyrics": "[Intro]\n\"Hey hey, you kids stop fighting, you shouldn't be fighting around me\nHe black you shouldn't be fighting amongst each other\"\n\"This b**h a** n***a ain't black\nGot a white mama b**h named Nicole I know that b**h\"\n\"Boy, what you know about that, whats your name, who is you\"\n\"n***a i'm Little Suge, I can do what the f** I wanna do\"\nGangsta sh**, yeah, right about now\nI'm about to get in a little a**\nCheck sh** out n***a, I know you gay a** n***as\nMay think ya'll gone s** play me on records n***a\nAnd not have to suffer the consequences and repercussions\nAftermath k**a, remember that n***a\nThat's my sh** now, Aftermath k**a\n[Verse 1]\nFirst off n***a lets lay it on the line\nI'm a street motherf**er, ain't no studio in mine\nf** the g**n, you know the bangs intact\nYou know I still walk the block where they bangin at\nStill, you can put a record out and sell mills\nStill, you be lying about the streets from them hills\nStill, you a b**h n***a, everybody know\nAll that child abusing sh**, you n***as took at d**h Row\nOh yeah the king of aces, we can lock all night\nTwo words for Dre n***a, Suge Knight (ha ha)\nWatch his coward a** shake and roll\nHope that Simon don't say parole\nBack to the ho swoll\nA whole lot of blood shed and k**in\nFor a real n***a walk away from 300 million\nReal n***a when you started d**h Row\nb**h a** coward when you left with no dough, ho\nJust like a b**h, the man in jail\nNo you runnin with them other b**hes raisin hell\nI bet you feeling like a man again\nYou f** with J i'll stiff that a** like a manakin\n[Chorus]\nIf you ain't never been to jail, I ain't f**in wit you\nIf you ain't never post bail, I ain't f**in wit you\nIf you ain't never did a crime, I ain't f**in wit you\nIf other n***as write your rhymes, I ain't f**in wit you\n[Verse 2]\nLets see, Eazy f**ed Cube\nAnd Eazy f**ed Dre\nCube broke the f** out, but Dre told to stay\nDre dissed Cube, but then he left Eazy\nSuge got to f**in and left your bu*thole greasy\nTook your company and your baby mama\nY'all mark a** n***as don't want no drama\nI had the minds in the streets\nMeet me at the Compton, the Slauson or any other swap meet \n\n\n\nI'll tell you motherf**ers right now\nAin't no sense to f** with me cos i'm a night owl\nHittman, n***a you through\nCo-signing like a b**h from the side lines fool\nYou better ask that tight jeans wearin a** f*g\nAin't a pair of cuffed khakis in the Aftermath camp\nb**h, find that a** stomped\nThe same n***as got you pumped\nWill get your dumb a** dumped\nWas you scared when you were stared at\nIf you were b**h, then get at us when you were mad at\nBy the way ain't Hittman gay or somethin\nAnd the white boy better not say nothin\n[Chorus]\nIf you ain't never been to jail, I ain't f**in wit you\nIf you ain't never post bail, I ain't f**in wit you\nIf you ain't never did a crime, I ain't f**in wit you\nIf Jay-Z wrote your rhymes, I ain't f**in wit you\nIf you shrugged gangsta rap, I ain't f**in wit you\nGot dissed and came back, I ain't f**in wit you\nI ain't kissin no a**, I ain't f**in wit you\nIf you down with Aftermath, I ain't f**in wit you\n[Verse 3]\nf** with street criminals\nStreet generals\nStick with big bu*t freaks to beat criminals\nY'all can't run the streets from the house\nf** the ministry geeks\nReal n***as know what i'm talkin bout\nAin't you the n***a said gangsta rap's dead\nAnd rent a new dork to make beats instead\nI ain't sh**tin on the firm\nBut n***a you respect your roots or get burned\nWhen you gone learn\nI got him rappin like babaaloo\nEvery other record J got some signin to do\nI said f** em in a minute\nAnd f** all you dick lickin n***as\nTryin to kiss a** and keep your distance\nSuge took and made n***as large\nI had the motherf**ers suing and pressin charges\nI'm a make me a prediction look\nI bet before this record drops, Hittman get his a** whooped\n[Chorus]\nIf you ain't never been to jail, I ain't f**in wit you\nIf you ain't never post bail, I ain't f**in wit you\nIf you ain't never did a crime, I ain't f**in wit you\nIf other n***as write your rhymes, I ain't f**in wit you\nDr Dre, k**a\nHittman, k**a\nEminem, k**a\nAftermath, k**a\nDre, k**a\nHittman, k**a\nEminem, k**a\nAftermath, k**a\nOnce a ho, always a ho (repeat till fade)",
    "2pac - I Ain't Mad At Cha - Danny Ray lyrics": "Change, sh**\nI guess change is good for any of us\nWhatever it take for any of y'all n***az to get up out the hood\nsh**, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha\nGot nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while\nI'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?\nCause I ain't mad at cha\nHeard y'all tearin up sh** out there, kickin up dust\n[Danny Boy] I ain't...\nGivin a motherf**er, heheheheheh\nYeah, n***az\n[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha\nCause I ain't mad at cha [Verse One: 2Pac] Now we was once two n***az of the same kind\nQuick to holla at a hoochie with the same line\nYou was just a little smaller but you still roller\nGot stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll\nMember when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn\nOn the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm\nCollect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed\nOh you a m**m now, no more dope game\nHeard you might be comin home, just got bail\nWanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail\nI seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man\nHit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan\nWhen I talk about money all you see is the struggle\nWhen I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble\nCongratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know\nShe got a playa for life, and that's no bullsh**in\nI know we grew apart, you probably don't remember\nI used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her\nAnd I can see us after school, we'd BOMB\non the first motherf**er with the wrong sh** on\nNow the whole sh**'s changed, and we don't even kick it\nGot a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it\nHmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherf**er bad\nGo toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back\nAnd I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha\nYou tryin hard to maintain, then go head\ncause I ain't mad at cha\n(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha) [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)\nI ain't, mad, at cha [Verse Two: 2Pac] We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens\nWhole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't\nUsed to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs\nI'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared\nBesides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind\nIn time we learned to live a life of crime \n\n\n\nRewind us back, to a time was much too young to know\nI caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow\nAnd even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait\nDon't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state\nI kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes\nSaid I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived\nDon't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here\nI'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years\nThey got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs\nin my cell, thinkin, \"Hell, I know one day I'll be back\"\nAs soon as I touch down\nI told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get f**ed down\nThe homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha\nCause youse a down a** b**h, and I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)\nI ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down a** b**h, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well guess who's movin up, this n***a's ballin now\nb**hes be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down\nHe went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock\nWent from a nobody n***a to the big, man on the block\nHe's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key\nMost hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury\nSee, first you was our n***a but you made it, so the choice is made\nNow we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days\nSo full of pain while the weapons blaze\nGettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days\nCause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze\nYou'll feel the fire from the n***az in my younger days\nSo many changed on me, so many tried to plot\nThat I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?\nTil God return me to my essence\nCause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent\nSo many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down\nI moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?\nThey got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha\nYou n***az just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)\nIiiiiiiii ain't mad [2Pac:] (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha\nI ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)\nI ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)\nI ain't, mad at cha, noooo\nI ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh",
    "2pac - I Ain't Mad at Cha (Video Version) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow we was once two brutha's of the same kind\nQuick to approach a ghetto cutie with the same line\nYou was just a little smaller but you still rolled\nGot stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swollen\nMember when you had a jheri curl never quite learn\nDrinking 90 proof on the roof trippin off sherm\nCollect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed\nOh you a m**m now, no more dope games\nI just got the phone call, heard you got bail\nWanna go to the Mosque, No time for females\nI'm losing touch with my homie he's a changed man\nHe hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan\nWhen I say I'm living large, all you see is the struggle\nWhen I say I'm still thugging, all you see is the trouble\nCongratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know\nShe got a playa for life, and everybody miss ya\nI know we grew apart, you probably don't remember\nI used to fiend for your sister, but never did get with her\nAnd I can see us after school, we'd BOMB\nOn the first playa hatas with the wrong set on\nNow the whole things changed, \u2018cause we don't even kick it\nGot a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it\nHmm, knew in my heart you was the same young brutha that\nWhen it's time for war go toe to toe we'll watch a brutha's back\nI can't even lie, cause I ain't laughin at cha\nYou tryin hard to maintain, but go ahead\nCause I ain't mad at cha\n(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha))\n[Hook: Danny Boy]\nI ain't, mad, at cha\nI ain't mad at cha\nI ain't, mad, at cha\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nWe used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens\nWhole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't\nUsed to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs\nI'm gettin blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared\nBesides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind\nIn time we learned to live a life of crime \n\n\n\nRewind me back, to a place was much too young to know\nI caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow\nAnd even though we seperated, you told me you'd wait\nDon't give nobody my lovin' while I be locked up state\nI kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes\nSaid I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived\nDon't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here\nI'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years\nThey got me goin max, I'm knockin busters on they backs\nIn my cell, thinkin, \u201cHell, I know one day I'll be back\u201d\nBut as soon as I touch down\nI told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get loved down\nMy homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha\nY'all play too many games, but I ain't mad at cha\n[Hook: Danny Boy]\nI ain't, mad, at cha\nI ain't mad at cha\nI ain't, mad, at cha\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nFather forgive us for livin while all my homies stuck in prison\nBarely breatin believin that the world is a prison\nIt's like a ghetto we can never leave\nA broken rose givin bloom to the cracks of the concrete\nSo many other things for us to see\nThings to be, our history so full of tragedy and misery\nTo all my homies never made it home\nThe dead peers I shed tattooed tears for, when I'm alone\nPicture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest\nFindin peace through this land of stress\nIn my chest I feel pain comin sudden storms\nLife full of rain in this game watch for lead thorns\nOur unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next\nIn this world full of countless threats\nI beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe\nShow a sign, make us all believe\nCause I ain't mad at cha\n[Hook: Danny Boy]\nI ain't, mad, at cha\nI ain't mad at cha\nI ain't, mad, at cha\nI ain't, mad, at cha\nI ain't mad at cha\nI ain't, mad, at cha",
    "2pac - I Ain't Mad at Cha [Original Version][Multimedia Track] lyrics": "Change, sh**\nI guess change is good for any of us\nWhatever it take for any of y'all n***as to get up out the hood\nsh**, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha\nGot nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy\nYeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while\n\n\n\nI'ma send this one out for y'all, kna' mean?\nCause I ain't mad at cha\nHeard y'all tearin' up sh** out there, kickin' up dust\nGivin a motherf**er,\nYeah, n***as, mad at cha",
    "2pac - I Aint Mad At Cha lyrics": "Change, sh**\nI guess change is good for any of us\nWhatever it take for any of y'all n***as to get up out the hood\nsh**, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha\nGot nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while\nI'ma send this one out for y'all, kna' mean?\n'Cause I ain't mad at cha\nHeard y'all tearin' up sh** out there, kickin' up dust\nGivin' a motherf**er,\nYeah, n***as, mad at cha\n'Cause I ain't mad at cha Now we was once two n***as of the same kind\nQuick to holla at a hoochie with the same line\nYou was just a little smaller but you still rolled\nGot stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll\nMember when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn\nOn the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm\nCollect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed\nOh you a m**m now, no more dope game\nHeard you might be comin' home, just got bail\nWanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail\nI seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man\nHit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan\nWhen I talk about money all you see is the struggle\nWhen I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble\nCongratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know\nShe got a playa for life, and that's no bullsh**tin'\nI know we grew apart, you probably don't remember\nI used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her\nAnd I can see us after school, we'd bomb!\nOn the first motherf**er with the wrong sh** on\nNow the whole sh**'s changed, and we don't even kick it\nGot a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it\nHmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherf**er bad\nGo toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back\nAnd I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha\nYou tryin' hard to maintain, then go head\n'Cause I ain't mad at cha\n(Hmm) (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)\nI ain't, mad, at cha We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens\nWhole neighborhood buzzin', knowin', that we wasn't\nUsed to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs\nI'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared\nBesides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind\nIn time we learned to live a life of crime \n\n\n\nRewind us back, to a time was much too young to know\nI caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow\nAnd even though we separated, you said that you'd wait\nDon't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state\nI kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes\nSaid I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived\nDon't shed a tear, 'cause Mama I ain't happy here\nI'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years\nThey got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs\nIn my cell, thinkin, \"Hell, I know one day I'll be back\"\nAs soon as I touch down\nI told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get f**ed down\nThe homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha\n'Cause youse a down a** b**h, and I ain't mad at cha I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)\nI ain't, mad, at cha (A true down a** b**h, afund I ain't mad at cha) Well guess who's movin up, this n***a's ballin' now\nb**hes be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down\nHe went from nothin' to lots, ten carots to rock\nWent from a nobody n***a to the big, man on the block\nHe's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key\nMost hated by enemy, escape in the luxury\nSee, first you was our n***a but you made it, so the choice is made\nNow we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days\nSo full of pain while the weapons blaze\nGettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days\n'Cause crime pays, and in time,\nYou'll find a rhyme'll blaze you'll feel the fire from the n***as in my younger days\nSo many changed on me, so many tried to plot\nThat I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?\nTil God return me to my essence\n'Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent\nSo many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down\nI moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?\nThey got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha\nYou n***as just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha I ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)\nI ain't mad (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha\nI ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)\nI ain't, mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha)\nI ain't, mad at cha, no\nI ain't mad at cha",
    "2pac - I Can (Remix) lyrics": "[Hook : Kids]\nI know I can\nBe what I wanna be\nIf I work hard at it\nI'll be where I wanna be\nI know I can (I know I can!)\nBe what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!)\nIf I work hard at it (If I work hard it!)\nI'll be where I wanna be\n[Verse 1 : Rakim]\nI'm from the home of a million legends and trend settin\nA lot of footsteps to follow, I've been steppin\nMind stressin tryin to find direction, crime spreading\nTime precious, I ain't have rest since 9/11\nI live fast, hustle like today is my last\nI get cash, the struggle's like a day on the Ave\nCrack, D and raw, gats squeezin off\nManhattan streets in awe from casualties of war\nThe eve of the Apocalypse, evil people in politics\nEvery block is at risk, the metropolitan metropolis\nThe opposite of Liza Minelli and Frank Sinatra\nAlicia Keys, Nas and Ra the gangsta's opera\nSo New York City walk with me, talk gritty\nIt's up to us New York it's our city\nHere the man come with the anthem, hands up\nIt's time the thrill is back New York, let's stand up\n[Hook : Kids]\nI know I can\nBe what I wanna be\nIf I work hard at it\nI'll be where I wanna be\nI know I can (I know I can!)\nBe what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!)\nIf I work hard at it (If I work hard it!)\nI'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be!)\n[Verse 2 : Nas]\nFor brothers who died from black-on-black violence\nFrom here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds\nTo clients all over the world, got little Black girls dyin'\nAnd can we please pour some more liquors?\nFor Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my n***as\nHere's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan\nIt's to him I pa** the baton to carry this on\nStreet's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets\nAnd I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest\nAnd can we please have a moment of truth?\nFor soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots\nAnd families back home who pray they make it home safe \n\n\n\nHopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles\nThis is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you\nMommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you\nLet's take 'em home\n[Hook : Kids]\nI know I can\nBe what I wanna be\nIf I work hard at it\nI'll be where I wanna be\nI know I can (I know I can!)\nBe what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!)\nIf I work hard at it (If I work hard it!)\nI'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be!)\n[Verse 3 : 2Pac]\nI want money in large amounts, my garage full of cars that bounce\nMovin' my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts\nBusters is jealous and half these n***as is punks\nThey runnin' off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump\nThey jump, my automatic keep 'em wary\nWhy you frontin' like you Billy bad-a**, n***a you scary\nI've been knowin' you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high\nI was itchin' to k**, and you was, ready to die\nWhile you bullsh**tin', n***as was dyin' and catchin' cases\nBustin' my automatics at motherf**ers in foreign places\nLeavin' no trace, they see my face and they buried\nThem b**hes die in a hurry, still I ride, I'm never worried\nMr. Makaveli tell me to ride, and I'mma ride\nPick my enemies out the crowd, and motherf**ers die\nIt's not the way I wanna live, my n***a it's how it is\nHomey got into a fight last night, that k**ed his kids\nIn this life I lead\n[Hook : Nas + Kids]\nI know I can (I know I can!)\nBe what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!)\nIf I work hard at it (If I work hard it!)\nI'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be!)\n[Hook : Kids]\nI know I can (I know I can!)\nBe what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!)\nIf I work hard at it (If I work hard it!)\nI'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be!)\n[Bridge : Kids]\nOoohh\n[Outro : Nas]\nSave the music y'all, save the music y'all\nSave the music y'all, save the music y'all\nSave the music",
    "2pac - I Don't Give A f** lyrics": "I don't give a f**\nThey done push me to the limit I'm all in\nI might blow up any minute, did it again\nNow I'm in the back of the paddy wagon\nWhile this cops bragging about the n***a he's jacking\nI see no justice\nAll I see is n***as dying fast\nThe sound of a gun blast\nThen watch the hearse past\nJust another day in the life 'G'\nGotta step lightly cause cops tried to snippe' me\nThe catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man\nBut then they'll have an accident and pick up another man\nI went to the bank to cash my check\nI get more respect from the mother-f**in' dope man\nThe Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes\nThey got dough but they hate us though\nYou better keep your mind on the real sh**\nAnd f** trying to get with these crooked a** hypocrites\nThey way they see it, we was meant to be keep down\nJust can't understand why we getting respect now\nMama told me they're be days like this\nBut I'm pissed cause it stays like this\nAnd now they trying to send me off to Kuwait\nGimme a break\nHow much sh** can a n***a take\nI ain't goin' nowhere no how\nWhat you wanna throw down\nBetter bring your guns pal\nCause this is the day we make 'em pay\nf** bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K\nAnd even if they shoot me down\nThere'll be another n***a bigger\nFrom the mother-f**in' underground\nSo step but you better step quick\nCause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullsh**\nYou're watching the makings of a physco-path\nThe truth didn't last\nBefore the wrath and aftermath\nWho's that behind the trigger?\nWho'd do your figure!?\nA mother-f**in' night n***a\nReady to buck and rip sh** up\nI had enough and I don't give a f**\nn***as!, isn't just the blacks\nAlso a gang of mother-f**ers dressed in blue slacks\nThey say n***as hang in packs and their attitude is sh**ty\nTell me, who's the biggest gang of n***as in the city\nThey say n***as like to do n***as,\nThrow me in the cuffs with just two n***as \n\n\n\nA street walkin' n***a and a beat walkin' n***a with a badge\nI had to shoot you and the pa** for the blast take his cash\nAnd bash his head in dump him at the dead in\nAnd that's just his luck\n'Cause a n***a like me\nDon't really give a f**\nWalked in the store what's everybody staring at\nThey act like they never seen a mother f**er wearing black\nFollowing a n***a and sh**\nAin't this a b**h\nAll I wanted was some chips\nI wanna take my business else where\nBut where?\n'Cause who in the hell cares\nAbout a black man with a black need\nThey wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend\nI wonder if knows that my income is more than\nHis pension, salary and then some\nYour daughter is my number one fan\nAnd your trife a** wife wants a life with a black man\nSo who's the mac in fact who's the black jack\nSit back and get fat off the fat cat\nWhile he thinks that he's getting over\nI bust a move as smooth as Casanova\nAnd count another quick meal\nI'm getting paid for my traid but its still real\nAnd if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme\nAS strong as a f**in' nine\nMail stacked up n***as wanna act up\nLet's put the gats up and throw your backs up\nBut the cops getting dropped by the gun shot\nUsta come but he's done, now we run the block\nTo my brothers stay strong keep your heads up\nThey know we fed up\nBut we they just don't give a f**\nThey just don't give a f**\nI gotta give my f** offs\nf** you to the San Francisco police department\nf** you to the Marin County Sheriff department\nf** you to the F.B.I\nf** you to the C.I.A\nf** you to the B-u-s-h\nf** you to the America\nf** you to all you redneck prejudice mother f**ers\nAnd f** you\nf** y'all\nPunk gay sensitive little dick ba*tards\n2pacalypse mother f**in' know\nY'all can kiss my a** and s** my dick\nAnd my uncle Tommy's balls\nf** Y'all\nPunks, punks, punks, punks, punks",
    "2pac - I Don't Give A F**k lyrics": "Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured\nAnd just looked at the whole situation\n'Cause once you look at it\nYou know (Really do)\nThey don't give a f** about us\nThey don't give a f** about us\nThey don't give a f** about us\nIf I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nAnd when I start to rise\nA hero in their children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\nSome say n***as is hard headed 'cause we love to trick\nEquipped with game so we bang with this thuggish sh**\nI see you tryin' to hide, hopin' that nobody don't notice\nYou must always remember\nYou're still a member of the hopeless\nSee, you're black like me, so you snap like me\nWhen these devils try to plot, trap our young black seeds\nLook it, cops are just as crooked as the n***as they chasin'\nLookin' for role models, our father figures is basers\nSome say they expect Illuminati take my body to sleep\nn***as at the party with they shotties just as rowdy as me\nBefore I fear computer chips, I gotta deal with brothers flippin'\nI don't see no devils bleedin', only black blood drippin'\nWe can change, what your mouth say?\nI'm watchin' n***as work their lives out without pay\nWhatever it takes to switch places with the busters on top\nI'm bustin' shots, make the world stop\nThey don't give a f** about us\nNow if I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in their children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\nIf I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in their children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\nIt's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone\nTime to reflect on what you did 'cause they saying you wrong\nI'm sure you had your reasons dawg, I don't doubt you\nSee the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a f** about you\nOr them five mouths you forced to feed (Uh-huh)\nNot including yourself, all you want is wealth, they perceive it as greed\nSo as you loaded up that MAC and continue to bust\nI was on paper, thinkin' they don't give a f** about us\nI'm seein' it clearer, hatin' the picture in the mirror\nThey claim we inferior, so why the f** these devils fear ya?\nI'm watchin' my nation die, genocide the cause\nExpect a blood bath, the aftermath is y'alls\nI told you, last album, we need help 'cause we dyin'\nGive us a chance, help us advance, 'cause we tryin'\nIgnore my whole plea, watchin' us in disgust\nAnd then they beg when my guns bust\nThey don't give a f** about us\nNow if I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise \n\n\n\nA hero in their children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\nIf I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in their children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\nNow, all my homies got love for me\nDown to catch a slug for me\nGuaranteed to bleed deeply, now that's love\nsh**, nobody else could give a f**\nIf I'm tore down, from the floor down, six-feet deep in the cut\nWhat the f** done went wrong?\nHow long will I be mourned?\nWhen I'm gone, same song, ain't gave a f** all along\nAnd who am I to blame 'em?\nJust do or die through the rainin'\nSince they don't give a f**, I don't, feel what I'm sayin'?\nNow, thug n***as die but multiply in doubles\nWrapped in plastic or closed casket for our troubles\nPressed in times, we busted, like bubbles\nWith the police, this nation's peace sent here to run you\nNow look at what this crooked world has come to\nI grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'\nMaster a hustle, soon dyin' certain\nSo I spent your time in poor and workin', I see no reason\nSo I stay ballin' season to season\nWhy you stuck thinkin' that they give a f**?\nYou tell me my world is in peace, but n***a, you're lyin'\n'Cause half of my n***as long gone\nBuried in the dirt just for tryin'\nSometimes I think my block is dyin' and that is awful\nTo wake up to another day, sh** ain't changed that's all fool\nI wake up sweatin', dreamin', coughin'\nSeein' me upside down backwards head twisted\nWhile I'm layin' in the coffin\nThe sh** comes around so often, so tell me somethin'\nBefore I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'\nn***a, I be so in vain, go through the struggle\nAnd I'm doin' the same thing you did at my age, and that's hustlin'\nOn the edge of straight bustin'\nWell, since you don't give a f**, I be frontin'\nI'mma drink my Hennessy like it ain't nothin'\nNow if I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die\nThey don't gives a f** about us\nBut while I'm kickin' rhymes\nKick it to their children's minds\nNow they give a f** about us\nThey wanna see us die\nThey kick us every time we try\n'Cause they don't give a f** about us\nSo while I'm gettin' high\nI'm watchin' as the world goes by\n'Cause they don't give a f** about us\nIf I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die\nThey don't gives a f** about us\nBut while I'm kickin' rhymes\nKick it to their children's minds\nNow they give a f** about us\nThey wanna see us die\nThey kick us every time we try\n'Cause they don't give a f** about us\nSo while I'm gettin' high\nI'm watchin' as the world goes by\n'Cause they don't give a f** about us\nRise, rise",
    "2pac - I Get Around lyrics": "(i get around)\nAww, yeah...\n(round and round)\n(round it go)\nI get around...\nStill clown with tha underground\nWhen we come around\n(round and round)\n(round it go)\nStronger than ever\nBack to get wreck,\nAll respect to those who break they neck\nTo keep they hos in check\n'cuz, hos, they sweat a brotha majorly and i don't know why, your girl keeps paging me.\nShe tell me that she needs me\nCries when she leaves me\nAnd every time she sees me, she squeeze me.\nLady take it easy...\nHate to sound sleazy, but tease me,\nI don't want it if it's that easy.\nEhh yo bus' it, baby got a problem saying bye bye\nJust another hazard of a fly guy.\nYou ask why, it don't matter\nMy pockets got fatter,\nNow everybody's looking for the ladder.\nAnd ain't no need in be greedy,\nIf you wanna see me\nTry a beeper number baby when you need me\nAnd i'll be there in a jiffy\nDon't be picky. just be happy with this quicky\nBut when you learn, you can't tie me down\nBaby doll, check it out\nI get around\nChorus\nWhatcha mean, ya don't know...\n(round and round)\n(round it go)\nI get around\nThe underground just don't stop for hoes\nI get around\n(round and round)\n(round it go)\nI get around\nHey yo shock, let them hoes know...\nNow you can tell from my everday fits, i ain't rich\nSo cease and desist with them tricks (tricks)\nI'm just another black man caught up in the mix (mix)\nTrying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n(a dime and a nickel)\nJust 'cuz i'm a freak\nDon't mean that we could hit the sheets\nBaby, i can see, that you don't recognize me.\nI'm shock-g, the one who put the satin on your panties\n\n\n\nNever knew a hooker that could sham me.\nI get around.\nWhat's up love, how you doin'? (alright)\nWell i've been hangin' sangin, tryin' to do my thang\nOh, you heard that i was bangin'\nYour home girl you went to school with\nThat's cool, but did she tell you about her sister\nAnd your cousin thought i wasn't\nSee, weekends were made for michelob\nBut it's a monday, my day,\nSo just let me hit it, yo\nAnd don't mistake my statement for a clown\nWe can keep in the down low long as you know\nThat i get around.\nChorus\n(round and round)\n(round it go)\n2pacalypse now, don't stop for hoes\nI get around\n(round and round)\n(round it go)\n(round and round...)\nWhy i ain't called you (hahaha.. please)\nFingertips on the hip as i dip\nGotta get a tight grip, don't slip\nLoose lips, sank ships, it's a trip,\nI love the way she licks her lips\nSee me jockin',\nPut a little twist in her hips\n'cuz i'm watchin'\nConversations on the phone\n'til the break of dawn,\nNow we all alone, why the lights on?\nTurn 'em off, time to set it off\nGet you wet 'n' soft,\nSomething's on your mind, let it off.\nYou don't know me,\nYou just met me,\nYou won't let me,\nWell if i couldn't have it, (silly rabbit)\nWhy you sweatin' me?\nIt's a lot of real g's doin' time\n'cuz a groupy bit the trooper told a lie.\nYou picked the wrong guy,\nBaby if you're too fly\nYou need to hit the door,\nSearch for a new guy.\n'cuz i only got one night in town,\nBreak down or be clowned,\nBaby doll are you down?\nI get around\nChorus\n(round and round)\n(round it go)\n(round and round)\n(round it go)\n(repeated till end of song)\n",
    "2pac - I Get Money Remix lyrics": "I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block\nLil' bad motherf**er with a pocket full of rocks\nLearned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil' a** kicked\nn***az laughed, til the first motherf**er got blas-ted\nI put the n***a in his casket\nand now they covering the ba*tard in plastic\nI smoke blunts on the regular f** when it counts\nTryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce\nGettin ghost on the five-oh, f** them hoes\nGot a forty-five screamin out surviv-al\nHey n***a can I lay low, cook some ya-yo\nand holla five-oj when I say so\nDon't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin fences\nNARC's on a n***a back missin me by inches\nAnd they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five\nin the city where the little n***az die\nTell mama don't cry, cause even if they k** me\nThey can never take the life of a real G\nI'm gettin money [4x]\nStill on parole and I'm the first n***a servin\nPour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it\nIf I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin\nKinda boomin round the way, think today I make a k**in\nDressin down like I'm dirty, but only on the block\njust a clever disguise, to keep me runnin from the cops\nGettin high I think I'll die if I don't get no ends \n\n\n\nI'm in a bucket but I'm ridin it like it's a Benz\nI hit the strip I let my music buck\ndrinkin liquor and I'm lookin for a b**h to f**\nRather die makin money, than live poor and legal\nas I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo\nI need money in a major way\nTime to f** my girl, she gettin paid today, ha hah ha\nI live Thug Life and let the money come to me\nCause they can never take the game from a young G\nI'm gettin money [4X]\nDamned if I don't, and damned if a n***a do\nNow watch a young motherf**er pull the trigger too\nRAISE UP, and don't let them see ya cry\nDry your eyes, young n***a time for do or die\nI pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock\nAin't no time for a n***a to even co*k sh**\nI done seen a motherf**er peep pain\nat point blank range cause he slept on the game\nAin't a damn thing changed, they shakin the dice\nNow roll em if you can't stand pain better hold em\nCause ain't no tellin what ya might roll\nYou might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold\nYou better live ya life to the fullest\nBe quick to k** a bull got a pistol motherf**er better pull it\nAnd even if they k** me\nThey can never take the life of a young G\nI'm gettin money [5X]",
    "2pac - I Know My Heart Has Lied Before lyrics": "I know my heart has lied before\nbut now it speaks with honesty\nof an invisible bond of friendship\nthat was formed in secrecy\nComing from me this may seem hard\nbut 2 GOD I swear it's truth \n\n\n\nWe R friends for eternity\nand Forever I will always love u\nWith All My Heart,\n&\n\"Spirit\"\nP.S. Just so u don't forget that\nI am here for u. U R a true\nfriend.",
    "2pac - I Need You lyrics": "... some for us... people start to make some... ,\nLet's change the way we eat,\nLet's change things the way we live,\nLet's change the way we treat you,\nYou see the all way wasn't working,\nWe got children to survive.\nNothing more conscious person at all,\nThere's was something going on my backyard in my... ,\nSo I had to k** him off.\nNow I love God, but God ain't push \n\n\n\nSo how can you start... a bu*ton when you push\n... and guns,\nOn my hood feel with the God in sons.\n... divine it, I got prices... and of free,\nYou don't seem like it,\nSomebody feel like I do so... folks than American Idol.\n... from the day you come,\n... a place to find... ,\nI probably be a... my stomach hurts and... ,\nI wonder what it taste the...\nI see no changes",
    "2pac - I See Fire (Shota Edit) lyrics": "[DJ Shota]\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nWas it the liquor, that makes me act blind, times that I'm with her\nAnonymous pictures of other n***as trying to kiss her\nWill I love her or shall I diss her?\nI'm sick of this scandalous sh** I deal with\nTrying to paint a perfect picture\nMy memories of jealousy no longer carefree\nCause so much bullsh** your girlfriends keep telling me\nI'm on tour, but now my bedroom's an open door\nSo it got me thinking, what am I trying for?\nWhen I was young I was so very dumb, eager to please\nA lil', trick on a mission trying to get in my P's\nMe and my n***as is thug n***as, former known drug dealers\nWe don't love b**hes and believe, they don't love n***as\nI gotta blame my attraction\nBut you became a distraction, a threat to my paper stacking\nI thought you changed but now I know\nCan't turn a hoe into a housewife, baby, and there you go\n[Bridge: DMX]\nCan't stop, gotta eat\nStepping on, my feet\nSpread love, think it's sweet\nUh, uh, uh all you catz don't know\n[Verse 2: Ed Sheeran]\nIf this is to end in fire, then we should all burn together\nWatch the flames climb high into the night\nCalling out father oh, stand by and we will\nWatch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side\n[Verse 3: Ed Sheeran]\nAnd if we should die tonight, we should all die together\nRaise a gla** of wine for the last time\nCalling out father oh, prepare as we will\nWatch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side\nDesolation comes upon the sky \n\n\n\n[Chorus: Ed Sheeran]\nNow I see fire, inside the mountain\nI see fire, burning the trees\nAnd I see fire, hollowing souls\nI see fire, blood in the breeze\nAnd I hope that you remember me\n[Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.]\nA n***a never been as broke as me - I like that\nWhen I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that\nThe pin stripes and the gray\nThe one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays\nWhile n***as flirt I'm sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators\nYou want to see the inside, I see you later\nHere comes the drama, oh, that's that n***a with the fake, blaow\nWhy you punch me in my face, stay in your place\nPlay your position, here come my intuition\nGo in this n***a pocket, rob him while his friends watching\nAnd hoes clocking, here comes respect\nHis crew's your crew or they might be next\nLook at they man eye, big man, they never try\nSo we rolled with them, stole with them\nI mean loyalty, n***as bought me milks at lunch\nThe milks was chocolate, the cookies, bu*ter crunch\n[Verse 5: Ed Sheeran]\nOh, should my people fall then surely I'll do the same\nConfined in mountain halls, we got too close to the flame\nCalling out father oh, hold fast and we will\nWatch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side\nDesolation comes upon the sky\n[Chorus]\n[Bridge x4: DMX]\nCan't stop\nGotta eat\nStepping on, my feet\nSpread love, think it's sweet\nUh, uh, uh all you catz don't know\n[Chorus]",
    "2pac - I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto lyrics": "I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto I was raised, the little young n***a doin' bad sh**\nTalk much sh**, 'cause I never had sh**\nI could remember being whupped in cla**\nAnd if I didn't pa**, mama whupped my a**\nWas it my fault, papa didn't plan it out\nBroke out left me to be the man of the house\nI couldn't take it, had to make a profit\nDown the block, got a glock and I clock grips\nMakin' G's was my mission\nMovin' enough of this sh** to get my mama out the kitchen\nAnd why must I sock a fella,\nJust to live large like Rockefeller\nFirst you didn't give a f** but you're learnin' now\nIf you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down\nGod damn it's a motherf**in' riot\nBlack people only hate police so don't try it\nIf you're not from the town then don't pa** through\n'Cause some O.G. fools might blast you\nIt ain't right but it's long overdue\nWe can't have peace till the n***as get a piece too\nI want G's so you label me a criminal\nAnd if I die, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto Here on Earth, tell me what's a black life worth\nA bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts\nAnd even when you take the sh**\nMove counties, get a lawyer, you can shake the sh**\nAsk Rodney, LaTasha, and many more\nIt's been goin' on for years, there's plenty more\nWhen they ask me, when will the violence cease?\nWhen your troops stop shootin' n***as down in the street\nn***as had enough time to make a difference\nBear witness, own our own business\nWord to God, 'cause it's hard tryin' to make ends meet\nFirst we couldn't afford sh** now everything's free so we loot,\nPlease don't shoot when you see\nI'm takin' from them 'cause for years they would take it from me \n\n\n\nNow the tables have turned around\nYou didn't listen, until the n***as burned it down\nAnd now Bush can't stop the hit\nI predicted the sh**, in 2Pacalypse\nAnd for once I was down with n***as, felt good\nIn the hood bein' around the n***as, yeah\nAnd for the first time everybody let go\nAnd the streets was d**h row\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto I see no changes, all I see is racist faces\nMisplaced hate makes disgrace to races\nWe under, I wonder what it take to make this\nOne better place, let's erase the wait state\nTake the evil out the people, they'll be acting right\n'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight\nAnd only time we deal is when we k** each other\nIt takes sk** to be real, time to heal each other\nAnd though it seems Heaven-sent\nWe ain't ready to have a black President, huh\nIt ain't a secret don't conceal the fact\nThe penitentiary's packed and it's filled with blacks\nI wake up in the morning and I ask myself\nIs life worth living, should I blast myself\nI'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black\nMy stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch\nCops give a damn about a negro\nPull a trigger, k** a n***a*, he's a hero\nMo' n***a, mo' n***a, mo' n***as\nI'd rather be dead than a po' n***a\nLet the Lord judge the criminals\nIf I die, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nAnd I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nJust think, if n***as decide to retaliate\nSoldier in the house, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto",
    "2pac - I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (original And Hip-hop Version) lyrics": "[Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)]\nI was raised, the little young n***a doin bad sh**\nTalk much sh** cause I never had sh**\nI could remember being whupped in cla**\nAnd if I didn't pa** mama whupped my a**\nWas it my fault papa didn't plan it out\nBroke out left me to be the man of the house\nI couldn't take it, had to make a profit\nDown the block, got a glock, and I clock grip\nMakin G's was my mission\nMovin enough of this sh** to get my mama out the kitchen and\nwhy must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller\nFirst you didn't give a f**, but you're learnin now\nIf you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down\nGod damn it's a motherf**in riot\nBlack people only hate police so don't try it\nIf you're not from the town then don't pa** through\nCause some O.G. fools might blast you\nIt ain't right but it's long overdue\nWe can't have peace til the n***az get a piece too\nI want G's so you label me a criminal\nAnd if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\nHere on Earth, tell me what's a blick life worth\nA bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts\nAnd even when you take the sh**\nMove counties get a lawyer you can shake the sh**\nAsk Rodney, LaTasha, and many more\nIt's been goin on for years, there's plenty more\nWhen they ask me, when will the violence cease?\nWhen your troops stop shootin n***az down in the street\nn***az had enough time to make a difference\nBear witness, own our own business\nWord to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet\nFirst we couldn't afford sh** now everything's free\nso we loot, please don't shoot when you see \n\n\n\nI'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me\nNow the tables have turned around\nYou didn't listen, until the n***az burned it down\nAnd now Bush can't stop the hit\nPredicted the sh**, in 2Pacalypse\nAnd for once I was down with n***az, felt good\nin the hood bein around the n***az, yeah\nAnd for the first time everybody let go\nAnd the streets is d**h row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nI see no changes, all I see is racist faces\nMisplaced hate makes disgrace to races\nWe under I wonder what it take to make this\none better place, let's erase the wait state\nTake the evil out the people they'll be acting right\nCause both black and white are smokin crack tonight\nAnd only time we deal is when we k** each other\nIt takes sk** to be real, time to heal each other\nAnd though it seems heaven-sent\nWe ain't ready, to have a black President, huh\nIt ain't a secret don't conceal the fact\nThe penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks\nI wake up in the morning and I ask myself\nIs life worth living should I blast myself\nI'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black\nMy stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch\nCops give a damn about a ne-gro\nPull a trigger k** a n******g he's a hero\nMo' n***a mo' n***a mo' n***az\nI'd rather be dead than a po' n***a\nLet the Lord judge the criminals\nIf I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto\n[Chorus (to :27 from fade)]\nJust think, if n***az decide to retaliate\n(Soldier in the house)\nI wonder if heaven got a ghetto [4X to fade]",
    "2pac - I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto Ii lyrics": "I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI was raised, the little young n**** doin' bad s***\nTalk much s***, 'cause I never had s***\nI could remember being whupped in cla**\nAnd if I didn't pa**, mama whupped my a**\nWas it my fault, papa didn't plan it out\nBroke out left me to be the man of the house\nI couldn't take it, had to make a profit\nDown the block, got a glock and I clock grip\nMakin G's was my mission\nMovin' enough of this s*** to get my mama out the kitchen\nAnd why must I sock a fella,\nJust to live large like Rockefeller\nFirst you didn't give a f*** but you're learnin' now\nIf you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down\nGod damn it's a motherf***in' riot\nBlack people only hate police so don't try it\nIf you're not from the town then don't pa** through\n'Cause some O.G. fools might blast you\nIt ain't right but it's long overdue\nWe can't have peace till the n****z get a piece too\nI want G's so you label me a criminal\nAnd if I die, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nHere on Earth, tell me what's a black life worth\nA bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts\nAnd even when you take the s***\nMove counties, get a lawyer, you can shake the s***\nAsk Rodney, LaTasha, and many more\nIt's been goin' on for years, there's plenty more\nWhen they ask me, when will the violence cease?\nWhen your troops stop shootin' n****z down in the street\nN****z had enough time to make a difference\nBear witness, own our own business\nWord to God, 'cause it's hard tryin' to make ends meet\nFirst we couldn't afford s*** now everything's free\nSo we loot, please don't shoot when you see\nI'm takin' from them 'cause for years they would take it from me \n\n\n\nNow the tables have turned around\nYou didn't listen, until the n****z burned it down\nAnd now Bush can't stop the hit\nPredicted the s***, in 2Pacalypse\nAnd for once I was down with n****z, felt good\nIn the hood bein' around the n****z, yeah\nAnd for the first time everybody let go\nAnd the streets is d**h row\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI see no changes, all I see is racist faces\nMisplaced hate makes disgrace to races\nWe under, I wonder what it take to make this\nOne better place, let's erase the wait state\nTake the evil out the people, they'll be acting right\n'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight\nAnd only time we deal is when we k** each other\nIt takes sk** to be real, time to heal each other\nAnd though it seems Heaven-sent\nWe ain't ready to have a black President, huh\nIt ain't a secret don't conceal the fact\nThe penitentiary's packed and it's filled with blacks\nI wake up in the morning and I ask myself\nIs life worth living, should I blast myself\nI'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black\nMy stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch\nCops give a damn about a negro\nPull a trigger, k** a n*****, he's a hero\nMo' n****, mo' n****, mo' n****z\nI'd rather be dead than a po' n****\nLet the Lord judge the criminals\nIf I die, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nAnd I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nJust think, if n****z decide to retaliate\nSoldier in the house\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto",
    "2pac - I Wonder If Heaven's Got A Ghetto lyrics": "i was raised a little young n***a doin' bad sh**\nTalk much sh**, cause i never had sh**\nI can remember bein' whooped in cla**\nAnd if i didn't pa** momma would whoop my a**\nWas it my fault poppa didn't plan it out?\nBroke out left me to be the man of the house.\nI couldn't take it, had to make a profit\nFound a block, got a glock, and i co*ked it\nMakin g's was my mission\nMovin enough of this sh** to get my momma out the kitchen\nAnd why must i sock a fella\nJust to live large like rockafella\nFirst you didn't give a f**, but you learnin now\nIf you don't respect our town, then will burn you down\nGod dam, it's a mutherf**in riot\nBlack people on a rage, police so don't try it\nIf your not from the town, then don't pa** through\nCause some old g, fools might blast you\nIt ain't right but it's long overdue\nWe can't have peace, till the n***as get a piece too\nI want's so you labeled me a criminal\nAnd if i die, i wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.\nI wonder if heaven's got a ghetto\nI wonder if heaven's got a ghetto\nI wonder if heaven's got a ghetto\nI wonder if heaven's got a ghetto\nHere on earth\nTell me whats a black life worth\nA bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts\nAnd even when you take the sh**\nMove cowards get a lawyer, you can shake the sh**\nAsk rodney, natasha, and many more\nIt's been goin on for years, theres plenty more\nWhen they ask me when will i violence cease?\nWhen your troops stop shootin n***as down in the streets\nn***as had enough, time to make a difference\nBear witness own a whole business\n\n\n\nBut regard cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet\nBut we couldn't afford the sh**, now everythings free\nSo we loot, please don't shot when ya see\nI'm takin from them, cause for years they would take from me\nNow the tables are turned around\nYou didn't listen until a n***a turned you down\nNow bush can't stop the hit\nI predict the sh**, in 2pacalypse\nAnd for once i was down with n***as\nFelt good in the hood, being around the n***as\nAnd the first time everybody let go\nThe streets is d**h row\nI wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.\n(chorus)\nI see no changes, all i see is racist faces\nMisplaced hate makes disgraced races\nWe under, i wonder what it takes to make this\nOne better place, let erase the wasted\nTake the evil out the people they'll be actin right\nCause both black and white is smokin crack tonight\nAnd the only time we deal is when we k** each other\nIt takes sk** to be real, time to heal each other\nAlthough it seems evident\nWe ain't ready to have a black president huh\nAnd ain't a secret don't conceal the fact\nThe penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks\nI wake up in the mornin, and ask myself\nIs life worth livin ,should i blast myself\nI'm tired of being poor and even worse, i'm black\nMy stomach hurts, so i'm lookin for a purse to snatch\nCops give a damn about a negro\nPull a trigga, k** a n***a , he's a hero\nMo' n***a, mo' n***a, mo' n***as\nRather be a dead then a po' n***a\nLet the lord judge the criminals, and if i die\nI wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.\n(chorus until it fades out)\n",
    "2pac - I'd Rather Be Ya Lover lyrics": "[Chorus]\nI could be your sister, I could be your mother\nWe could be friends, I'd even be your brother\nBut I'd rather be your lover\nThat's right, I'd rather be your lover\n[Verse 1: Madonna]\nI don't know where I stand with you\nI never ever make any plans with you\nI don't know what I mean to you\nThe only thing I know is I dream of you\nAnd all that I know [all that I know]\nIs I just don't understand [just don't understand]\nWhy my, mmmm, happiness, always lies\nIn the palm of your hand, but\n[Chorus]\nI could be your sister, I could be your mother\nWe could be friends, I'd even be your brother\nBut I'd rather be your lover\nThat's right, I'd rather be your lover\n[Verse 2: Madonna]\nSometimes I know what you're thinking next\nBut wouldn't it be better if I loved you less?\nSometimes I think that I made you up\nBut wouldn't it be better if I gave you up?\nAnd all that I know [all that I know]\nIs I just don't understand [just don't understand]\nWhy my, mmmm, happiness always lies\nIn the palm of your hand, but\n[Chorus]\nI could be your sister, I could be your mother\nWe could be friends, I'd even be your brother\nBut I'd rather be your lover\nThat's right, I'd rather be your lover\nAre you surprised?\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nHey!, don't slip before they lips say\nEven when the media is gettin' greedier you'll make they hips sway \n\n\n\nCreepin' with the bomb ambition\nI caught you peepin', and I ain't sleepin'\nGot you freakin' through the whole weekend\nFrankly speakin'; is it pa**ion or just a heat\nGot you tryna get me all up in your satin sheets\nWhat would they say, a blonde and a thug brother\nThe way you gettin' paid, wish we was lovers\nAnd ...\n[Madonna]\nAnd all that I know [all that I know]\nIs I just don't understand [just don't understand]\nWhy my, mmmm, happiness always lies (yeah yeah yeah)\nIn the palm of your hand, but\n[Chorus] + (2pac talking)\nI could be your sister (hey hold on)\nI could be your mother (I don't need no mo**\nWe could be friends, I'd even be your brother\nBut I'd rather be your lover (yeah yeah)\nThat's right, I'd rather be your lover (I bet you would)\nI could be your sister (chill out with that)\nI could be your mother (that's illegal)\nWe could be friends, I'd even be your brother (yeah yeah)\nBut I'd rather be your lover (just bringing in girl)\nThat's right (that's right), I'd rather be your lover (I bet you would)\nI could be your sister (hey check this out though)\nI could be your mother\nWe could be friends, I'd even be your brother\nBut I'd rather be your lover\nThat's right, I'd rather be your lover\n[Outro]\nAre you surprised?\nI love you",
    "2pac - I'm a hustler lyrics": "[Intro: devil]\nPssst... psssssst... heyyoo...\nAre you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever\nTell me, which one ?\n[1st verse: 2pac]\nThey wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind\nLook down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry\nFallin to pieces, am I guilty?\nI pray to the Lord but he ignores me unfortunately cuz I'm guilty\nShow me a miracle I'm hopeless -- I'm chokin off marijuana smoke\nWith every toke its like I'm losin focus\nFallin to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die?\nForever paranoid and nervous because I'm high\nDon't mention funerals I'm stressin, and goin nutty\nAnd reminiscin bout them n***as that murdered my buddy...\n[Chorus: 2pac]\nThe motherf**ers pa**\nBy me like they know me, smilin as they laugh\nI put up my middle finger then I dash\nn***as don't like me cuz I'm thuggin' and everyday I'm a hustler...\nLookin to get paid\n[2nd verse: 2pac]\nI wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny\nFlashbacks of bustin caps, anythin for money\nWhere am I goin I discovered, can't nothin save me\nMy next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers\nPut a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it\nHappy birthday b**h, you know you shouldn'ta did it\nEverydoy's dyin am I next -- who can I trust?\nWill they be G's, and they look at me before they bust?\nOr will they k**in me while I'm sleepin, two to the head\nWhile I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets\nIs there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious\nOf this b**h the line busy everytime I call her\nNow she's tellin me to visit, who else is home?\nI check the house before I bone, so we all alone \n\n\n\nAfter I nut I hit the highway -- see ya later\nTo all the players watch the fly way a n***a played her\n[Chorus]\n[3rd verse: 2pac]\nThe b**h tellin all her homies -- that I can f** her like no other\nNow them other b**hes wanna bone me\nI'm under pressure gettin drunk, somebody help me\nI drink a fifth a Hennesey I don't think it's healty\nI see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast\nI watch the five-oh's roll, the motherfukers pa**\nThey wanna bury me, I'm worried -- no need to lie\nI pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry\nNowhere to rest I'm loosin homies, ain't that a b**h\nWhen I was rich I had clout, now a n***a's lonely\nI put the pistol to my head -- and say a prayer...\nI see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?\n[Chorus]\n[4th verse: 2pac]\nThen tell me am I lost cuz I'm lonely\nI thought I had friends but in the end a n***a dies lonely\nNowhere to run I'm in terror -- and on one cares\nA closed casket at my funeral and on one's there\nIs there a future for a k**er? I change my ways\nBut still that don't promise me the next day\nSo I stay thuggin with a pa**ion, forever blastin\nI'm bustin on these motherf**ers in my madness\nThey wonder if I'm hellbound... well hell can't be worse than this cuz I'm in hell now\nDon't make me hurt you I don't want to -- but I will\nSeen motherf**ers k**ed over phone bills\nNever will I die I'll be back\nReincarnated as a motherf**in mack\nI love it cause in Heaven there's no shortage on G's\nI'm tellin you now, you motherf**ers don't know me... you don't know me\n[Chorus]\nHustlerrrrr",
    "2pac - I'm a Ridah lyrics": "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]\nHolla at ya boy its Weezy Baby\nThey label me a problem and I probably am so I dont knock em\nI pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers\nWith an ol' school b**h, she got on door knockers\nAnd she knock on your door for that raw partner\nHollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster\nJacked for a Mazda come back in Mase-rati\nLike how he? Why he? Cause I be\nMoving through the city like an I.V\nTryna be monogamous but I got b**hes on my dick\nLike I'm the sh** cause I'm the sh**\nSo I only promise this: to my little girl I will give you the world\nAnd to my unborn I'm tryna reason with ya moms so\nIf I'm not with her when you get here, its already clear\nYeah, and for their sake I'm a ball every year\nI'm a pause every tear\nAnd tattoo it on my face\nn***as know, that I got that black music on my waist\nMake me put it to your ear and get that b-b-b-b-ba**\nBluka bluka to ya face, closed casket\nMama can't remember sh** but last saturday, what a tragedy\nFlowers for the family\nPowder in my nap sack\nRunning through the projects, tryna get a stack back\nI got my SK bout to get my MAC back to pap pap at n***as who yap yap\nYup yup! and I rep that 17 hard, you know\n'til a n***a ain't nothing but tomb quotes\nRaw Tune, who you know go harder than dude\nSee these is the clues, part of my shoes\nI bleed with them dudes I'm part of the crew\nDon't move cause you right in the route of the gun mouth\nWhen it talk, you know what come out- barreltone \n\n\n\nn***a y-y-young Wayne from out Carrollton\nYeah, I got my eyes on the sparrow\nThough my path is narrow, my angels are shadows\nI saddled up, and get the f**ing battle\nAutomatics up, like n***a f** whoever\nYou touch and reach, you get f**ing bleached\nAbove the law n***as put you underneath\nYou call the law n***a? You f**ing leech!\nYou Saved by the Bell, you f**ing Screech\nMy bucket screech through the streets like a R&B singer\nYou ain't pimping until you f** a R&B singer\nI walked in this building with all these bangers\nAnd all these n***as look like targets to me\nWhat's a drought to you may be a bargain to me\nCause I just may be sitting on a carton of Ki's\nI got important people thats trying to market me\nSo I'm gon' stop talking 'bout the white, Sike!\nI know I'm not walking without a fight\nSo I'm swinging with all my might\nWe can go all night\nI'm a blow all day, and I'm a blow all night\nDo her first today and do a show tonight!\nf** a ho today, and f** a ho tonight!\nIm' a live my life like there's no tonight\nI might go tonight so mama pray don't cry\nCause your prayers maybe working, mama they gon' try\nYeah,and we rock to the same lullaby\nn***a I got 10, n***a I got 5\nI hope you got yours, cause n***a I got mine\nI'm goin for the green b**h, Its popeye time\nSo I can be a paid n***a, and make that tomb stone say \"I'm a made n***a\"\nI'm a MADE n***a",
    "2pac - I'm A Soldier lyrics": "[Chorus]\n'Cuz Im a soldier.\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer.\nIm a soldier\nWestside Outlaw, Bad Boy k**er\n[2pac]\nStarted off with, runnin from copses duck and hide from helicopters\nWe open fire, who can stop us\nLivin the life of trife juveniles, hopin for righteous\nGettin twenty-five to life, if the judge don't like us\nIn my clearest pictures, I see authorities itchin to get us\nATF state feds scandalous b**hes\nI wasn't promised to it, wasn't bitter or sweet\nSee if a, n***a don't hustle then the n***a don't eat\nOnly streets livin do or die circle complete\nRepetitive motions and felons in the rush for cheese\nPlease understand my history a man of many acts\nLivin Thug Life, comin equipped, with many gats\nMaybe I was just a Lost Soul, trapped in time\nLivin in between life, and the cracks were blind\nEven though we had hope for dreams that never came\nYet and still we all feel pain\n[Chorus]\n'Cuz Im a soldier.\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer.\nIm a soldier\nWestside Outlaw, Bad Boy k**er\n[Young Noble] \n\n\n\nMy brother Sean, first on my list, he stuck with\na three-five when he get out would I be dead or alive\nHe taught me the rules so much, but still In Thugs I Trust\nWhen in danger never hesitate to keep my f**in trap shut\nMy Mom Dukes got a little bit of Thug in her\nThe Devil loves sinners crackheads and drug dealer\nSometimes I feel like the streets are takin over\nNever stayin sober, the brain over and over backtrack\nMy stack's fat, I used to take new\n[Chorus]\n'Cuz Im a soldier.\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer.\nIm a soldier\nWestside Outlaw, Bad Boy k**er\n[Idi Amin]\nI was born twenty-two years ago, yesterday\nBut see I saw no reason for me to celebrate, let me demonstrate\nEntered the world from out a poisonous womb\nHeroin bein consumed already predicitin my doom, soon\nto be one of the many misguided\nAlways the first one on the block to be done tried it and liked it\nLost before I had a chance to find my way\nNow I travel through life, not knowin the time of day\n...thug n***as screamin Westside, bustin double glocks...",
    "2pac - I'm Gettin Money lyrics": "Get money n***a, yeah aw yeah.\nDedicate this one to all the hustlers\nThat get up every motherf**in' morning\nAnd put they work down.\nI see you I see you boy.\nI'm up before sunrise first to hit the block\nLil' bad motherf**a' with a pocket full of rocks\nLearned to throw them thangs\nGet my skinny lil' a** kicked\nn***as laughed 'till the first motherf**a' got blasted\nI put the n***a in his casket\nAnd now they covering the basket with plastic\nI smoke blunts on the regular f** peelin' caps\nTryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce\nGettin' chased by the five O f** them hoes\nGotta 45 screamin' out survival\nHey n***a can I lay low\nCook some ya-yo and holla five O when I say so\nDon't want to go to the pen\nI'm hittin' fences\nCops on a n***a back missin' me by inches\nAnd they say how do you survive\nWeighing 155 in the city where the little n***as die\nTell mama don't cry cause even if they k** me\nThey can never take the life of a real G\nI'm gettin' money\nI'm gettin' money\nI'm gettin' money\nI'm gettin' money\nStill on parole and I'm the first n***a\nServin' postin' liquor on the curb\nFor my homies that deserve it\nIf I want to make a million\nGotta stay ill and kinda cool around the way\nI think today I make a k**ing\nDressed down like I'm dirty\nBut only on the block just a clever disguise\nTo keep ya runnin' from the cops \n\n\n\nGettin' high I think I die if I don't get no ends\nIn a bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz\nI hit the strip I let my music buck\nDrinking liquor and I'm looking for a b**h to f**\nRather die making money than live poor and legal\nAs I slang another ounce I wish it was a kilo\nI need money in a major way\nTry to f** my girl she gettin' paid today\nI live thug life and let the money come to me\n'Cause they can never take the game from a young G.\nI'm gettin' money\nI'm gettin' money\nI'm gettin' money\nI'm gettin' money\nDamned if I don't and damned if a n***a do\nNow watch a young motherf**a' pull a trigger too\nCraze out and don't let them see ya cry\nDry ya eyes young n***a time to Do or Die\nI pack a pistol in my pocket\nReady on my Glock\nAin't no time for a n***a to even co*k sh**\nI done seen a motherf**a' peep pain\nAt point blank range cause he slept on the game\nAin't a damn thing changed\nThey checking the time\nSnap rolling if you can't stand playin' betta hoe\n'Cause ain't no telling what ya might roll\nYou might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold\nYou better live ya life to the fullest\nBe quick to k** a bull got a pistol\nMotherf**a' better pull it\nAnd even if they k** me they can never take the life of a young G.\nI'm gettin' money\nI'm gettin' money\nI'm gettin' money\nI'm gettin' money",
    "2pac - I'm Getting Money lyrics": "Get money n***a\nDedicate this one to all the hustlas\nThat get up every morning and put there work in\nI see you boy\nI'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.\nLittle bad mothaf**a with a pocket full of rocks.\nAnd i'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little a** kicked.\nAnd n***as laugh, til' tha first mothaf**a got blasted.\nI put the n***a in his casket,\nNow they coverin' the ba*tard in plastic.\nI smoke blunts on a regular f** when it counts.\nI'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.\nAnd get ghost on the five-o, f** them hos.\nGot a 45 screamin' of survival.\nHey n***a can i lay low, cook some yay-yo.\nHollar \"five-o\" when i say so.\nDon't want to go to the pen, i'm hittin' fences.\nNarcs on a n***a's back, missin' me by inches.\nAnd they say how do you survive weighin' 155\nIn a city where the little n***as die?\nTell mama don't cry.\nCuz even if they k** me\nThey can never take the life of a real g\nI'm getting money\nStill on parole and i'm the first n***a servin'\nPour some liquor on the curb for my n***as that deserve it.\nBut if i want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'.\nIt's kinda boomin' i think today i'll make a k**in'.\nDressin' down like a dirty, but only on the block.\nIt's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops.\n\n\n\nHa, i'm gettin' high. i think i'll die if i don't get no ends.\nI'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a benz.\nI hate to stip let my music bump,\nDrinkin' liquor, and i'm lookin' for a b**h to f**.\nRather die makin' money than live poor and legal\nAs i slang another ounce, i wish it was a kilo.\nA need money in a major way.\nTime to f** my girl, she's getten' paid\nI live a thuglife and let the money come to me\nCuz they can never take the game from a young g\nDamned if i don't, and damned if a n***a do.\nNow watch a young mothaf**a pull a trigga just to raise up!\nBut don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes\nYoung n***a time to do or die.\nI pack a pistol in my pocket,\nReady on my block.\nAin't no time for a n***a to even co*k sh**.\nAnd now they see that mothaf**a beat pain,\nAt point blank range cause he slept on the game.\nAin't a damned thing changed\nShakin' the dice, now roll 'em,\nIf you can't stand pain better hold 'em.\nCause ain't no tellin' what you might roll.\nYou might fold catch aids from a slight cold.\nBetter live your life to the fullest,\nBe quick to k** a fool, got a pistol mothaf**a better pull it.\nAnd even when they k** me,\nThey can never take the life of a young g.\n",
    "2pac - I'm Losin' It lyrics": "Straight out the motherf**ing bay\nHere we go\n2pac-\nLord help me, save me, mama keep praying\nFor a young motherf**er trying to duck an early grave\nIn the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes\nFakes from the phonies, enemies of homies\nAround the corner there's another n***a waiting to jack\nHe don't know i got a glock 'til his a** get shot\nLike a motherf**ing thug disease\nCraving beats like they motherf**ing d** to me, hey\nWhat's up with b**hes trying to screw me? do me cause i did a movie\nThrow the p**y to me but before they never knew me\nRather die then let ya play me for a, buster\nAnd with my glock i'm a plotting a** rotten motherf**er, huh\nDon't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya\nScreaming thug life n***a when i do ya\nI'm going crazy, getting dizzy\nAnd then i suffacate a motherf**ing breather bring me back\nI'm telling ya i'm losing it\n(chorus)\nSaid i'm losing my mind\nLosing my mind (x4)\nBig syke-\nI'm going crazy, n***as can't fade me\nOn the real i k** when i step to ya f**ing grill\nSo let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked\nI'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets\nI hang with g's flipping keys and smoking weed\nI get the cash and dash and never learn to read\nSo f** a b**h f** a hoe and i let ya know\nBecause they come and go like the wind blows\nWhat am i giving how i'm living what i'm giving up\nYou can take my life and i don't give a f**\n\n\n\nCause i'm the trouble most coming from the west coast\nWhere the n***as is banging 'til the overdose\nk**ers and murderers, psychos and lunatics\nNobody knows what makes my mind click\nIs it the demons, screaming inside of me?\nHell no it's just the thug life mentallity\nI'm going crazy sh** don't phase me\nI'm living like a thug 'til six n***as carry me\nd**h is on the trigga so pull it\nI can't take it no more, n***a, i'm losing it\n(chorus)\nSpice 1-\nsh** was talking to me, my gat screamed fire\nThe bullet told me shoot that motherf**er he's a lier\nI talked to me 3-80 like a b**h on a stroll\nWhen my n***as try to ????\nn***a, i can't get f**ed in this game i'm a psychopath\nMy ak told me to shove him up some n***as a**\nI'm having long conversations with mr. millometer\nHe's one of my best friends b**h a** n***a eater\nAnd miss mossburg love it in the back trunk\nYou know that old school b**h she like to get it funked\nAnd spitting motherf**ers by the seems\nMy grand daddy mr. ar-15\nBy the evil motherf**er\nTalked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers\nSaid he was my only family\nShoot straight, and please don't jam me\nGot in a fight at the club my gat started talking\nTold me to shut the f** up and let him do the talking\nI woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang\nI'm going nuts man\nsh** was talking to me\n(chorus till fade...)\n",
    "2pac - I'ma Get Mines lyrics": "[Hook x2 - K. Jayz]\nI'ma get mines, y'all n***as can get yours\nI'ma get mines, y'all n***as can get yours\nI'ma get mines, y'all n***as can get yours\nI'ma get mines, y'all n***as can get yours\n[Verse 1 - K. Jayz]\nI remember when I used to be a nobody\nAt least I thought so, so I did not f** with e'rybody\nBut then all of a sudden I picked up a pen to write some lyrics\nThen started rapping\nI don't even know how it happened\nA mystery\nBut as I continued, I really noticed the society\nAin't nobody give a f** about each other\nIndividualism, everybody losing propriety\nBut then again, who can really blame ya?\nYou don't know\nIf you in trouble, who would save ya\nWho would come out the blue just to your rescue?\nThat's why we say, \u201cI'ma do me, and you gon' do you\u201d\nNow, I don't care for nobody but my fam\nIf you ain't in my circle, b**h, you ain't in my plans\nI'ma grab hip hop by the hair, do her right\nDon't worry about me, n***a, I'ma get mines\n[Hook]\nI'ma go ahead and pa** it to Mr. Shakur\n[Verse 2 - 2Pac]\nMind on my money, money on my mind\nFinger on the trigger, n***a, hand on my nine\nSmoking blunts a skunk, making hoes of punks\nAnd only underground funk pumping outta my trunk\nLive the life of a hustler: high till I die;\nMeeting b**hes, getting riches, miss me with lies\nPicture me living out my life as a busta\nI'd rather pop out a shot from my Glock, and blast motherf**ers\nI live the thug life, baby, I'm hopeless\nChoking off indo trying to keep my focus\nDon't let that bullsh** worry me\nf** the fame, I'm true to the game 'til they bury me \n\n\n\nGod gave me game so I'm hustling\nPour out some liqour for my n***as, 2Pac is still struggling!\nMy n***a Breed knew the time\nWhether it's ryhme or crime, n***a, I gotta get mine\n[Interlude - MC Breed & 2Pac]\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours\nI gotta get mine, you gotta get yours X2\nI gotta get mine\nGet yours\n[Verse 3 - MC Breed]\nNow, tell me\nCan you measure the amount of applause I keep gettin?\nEverytime I pick up a mic and start spittin\nThe sidewalks of New York will start bumpin\nJumpin around, with the motherf**in pound\nAnd I'm down to the fullest, and breakin n***as a** off proper\nDid I shock you, cause I got you in my pocket again\nThem new jacks and you jacks\nWho knew me and my n***as, when I used to run it way back when\nI boasted, and roasted, and coasted to the pinnacle\nBecause of what I do with a pen\nIt's vernacular precision\nConnect the two lines and it's division\nPlus, when I add lutes and flutes\nIt's guaranteed to sell like prostitutes\nI never had love for hoes who put it blunt\nAnd want me in the back, but, b**h, I'm in the front!\nDon't front, and really I don't need a reply\nPull yourself together as you pa** me by\nI'm on a whole another level, them hoes is left\nI told you before, keep ya p**y to yourself\nGoodbye, some many n***as lied to have\nFunny what a motherf**er do for math\nI got fractions caught up in my everday actions\nPoint equal to your real satisfaction\nBuckin anybody who f** wit' mine\nWhen will they realize, I'm straight out to get mine haha\n[Interlude]",
    "2pac - I've Seen Your Soul Before. lyrics": "\n\n\n\n\" The space between your heart and your mind is sometimes called the soul, the personification to your morals and your emotional control, stronger than the human spirit the human soul you can't ignore faster than your thoughts.\"",
    "2pac - If I Die 2nite lyrics": "A coward dies a thousand d**hs\nA soldier dies but once\n[Verse One]\nThey say p**y and paper is poetry power and pistols\nPlottin on murderin motherf**ers 'fore they get you\nPicturin pitiful punk n***az coppin pleas\nPuffin weed as I position myself to clock G's\nMy enemies scatter in suicidal situations\nNever to witness the wicked sh** that they was facin\nPockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches\nEvadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches\nb**hes is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherf**ers is bold\nBut y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed\nI'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me\nAddicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me\nEven the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me\nI run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps\nI'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock\nn***az is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight\n[Chorus]\nIf I die tonight [repeat 3X]\n\"Tonight's the night I get in some sh**\" - [Dr. Dre]\n[Verse Two]\nPolishin pistols prepare for battle pa** the pump\nWhen I get to poppin n***az is droppin then they done\nCallin the coroner come collect the f**in corpse\nHe got it by k**er, preoccuppied with bein boss\nRevenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close\nAdversaries are overdosed over deadly notes\nJealous n***az and broke b**hes equal packed jails \n\n\n\nHit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales\nPicture perfection pursuin paper with a pa**ion\nVisions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted\nRunnin with criminals individuals with no remorse\nTry to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force\nIn my brain all I can think about is fame\nThe police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed\nI'm seein cemetary photos of my peers\nConversatin like they still here, if I die tonight\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three]\np**y and paper is poetry power and pistols\nPlottin on murderin motherf**ers 'fore they get you\nPray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky\nAnd I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die\nI wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug n***az\nA stress free life and a spot for drug dealers\nPissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa\nOverdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her\nPistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame\nDisrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain\nGoin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?\nDon't shed a tear for me n***a I ain't happy hear\nI hope they bury me and send me to my rest\nHeadlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath\nTake a look picture a crook on his last stand\nMotherf**ers don't understand, if I die tonight\n[Chorus]",
    "2pac - If I Fail lyrics": "[Repeated 6x, Repeated under hook]\nThere was a little and a pur... [*BEEP*]\nThrough two Suburbans and... [*BEEP*]\n[Hook x2]\nWord is bond, bond is life\nI give my life before my word shall fail\nA soldier's oath, freedom of d**h\nAnd I won't stop if I fail\n[Verse 1]\nIf I fail get back, can't be soft got to be tough\nIf I fall get back, can't be soft got to be tough\nIf I fail get back, can't be soft got to be tough\nIf I fall get back, can't be soft got to be tough\nFailure, it's not an option\nReal recognize real let's get it poppin'\nWith mathematics you can solve any problem\nThat's how we make it from the top to the bottom\nKeep ya head up homie and stay confident\nIt's negativity around but I'm positive\nCuz I'm givin' everything that I got to give\nStayin' true to myself, that's how I keep it real\n[Hook x2]\n[Verse 2]\nIf I fail then I'll rise\nLike a phoenix before yo eyes\nOut the ashes and from the dirt\nReport for duty and put in work\nEternal life, an iron will\nMan sharpens man, steel sharpens steel\nThe hate you gave, we turn to love\nRest in peace, one thug one love\n[Verse 3]\nWe can't be stopped if we don't give up \n\n\n\nEven though they hold us back we still find ways to come up\nA lot of people make promises with no plans to keep 'em\nBut me, no matter what I'm ridin' till I get my freedom\nIf I fail, then it's only a challenge to go harder\nDon't want to be no martyr so I adapt to things smarter\nIt's d**h before dishonor\nAnd I put that on my son and my momma\nAnd don't take it as a threat, that's a promise\n[Hook x2]\n[Verse 4]\nIf in my quest to achieve my goals\nI stumble or crumble or even lose my soul\nThose that knew me would easily co-sign\nThat there was never a life as hard as mine\nNo father, no money, no chance, no guide\nI only follow my voice inside\nIf it guides me wrong and I do not win\nI'll learn from mistakes and try to achieve again\nDedicated to the youth, the truth is the seed\nThe stronger the root, the stronger the tree\nIf we eat from the fruit, the stronger we be\nIf we do it today, tomorrow we free\n[Hook x4]\n[Spoken]\nYeah, y'all put ya twos up for 2Pac\nDead Prez collaboration\nIt's only two choices man, ball or fall\nRose that grew from concrete\nAnd we still growin'",
    "2pac - If I Fail (Poem) lyrics": "If in my quest 2 achieve my goals\nI stumble or crumble and lose my soul\nThose that knew me would easily co-sign\nThere was never a life as hard as mine\nNo father - no money - no chance and no guide \n\n\n\nI only follow my voice inside\nIf it guides me wrong and I do not win\nI'll learn from mistakes and try 2 achieve again.",
    "2pac - If My Homie Calls lyrics": "[Verse One:]\nEver since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee\nWe been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G\nBack in the days we played practical jokes on\neverybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on\nAll through high school, girls by the dozens\nSayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't\nBut like the old saying goes\nTimes goes on, and everybody grows\nGrew apart, had to part, went our own ways\nYou chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays\nIn many ways we were paid in the old days\nSo far away from the crazies with AK's\nAnd though I been around clowning with the Underground\nI'm still down with my homies from the hometown\nAnd if you need, need anything at all\nI drop it all for y'all, if my homies call\n[Verse Two:]\nIt's a shame, you chose the dope game\nNow you slang cane on the streets with no name\nIt was plain that your aim was mo' cane\nYou got game now you run with no shame\nI chose rappin tracks to make stacks\nIn fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats\nBut now I don't wanna down my homie\nNo matter how low you go you're not lowly\nAnd I, hear that you made a few enemies\nBut when you need a friend you can depend on me, call\nIf you need my a**istance there'll be no resistance \n\n\n\nI'll be there in an instant\nWho am I to judge another brother, only on his cover\nI'd be no different than the other\nH-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E\nI'm down to the E-N-D\nCause it's a fall in no time at all\nI'm down for y'all, when my homies call\nWord, if my homies call\n[Verse Three:]\nWell it's ninety-one and I'm livin kinda swell now\nBut I hear that you're going through some hell pal\nBut life makin records ain't easy\nIt ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy\nBut I guess that the streets is harder\nTrying to survive in the life of a young godfather\nMy homies is making it elsewhere\nStriving, working nine to five with no health care\nWe both had dreams of being great\nBut his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped\nIt's fate, it wasn't my choice to make\nTo be great, I'm giving it all it takes\nTrying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes\nI gotta take, my place or fall from grace\nThe foolish way, the pace is quick and great\nSmiling face, to hide the trace of heat\nBut my homie would never do me wrong\nThat's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on\nNo matter who the foe they must fall\nUs against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call",
    "2pac - If There Be Pain lyrics": "[Intro]\n[Providence] Ooooh Ooooh [RasDaveed] Tell me I will be there\nTell me I will be there\nTell me I will be there\nTell me I will be there\nYeah.... [Verse 1] [Providence]\nIf there be pain\nAll you have to do is call on me\nIf there be pain (hmm hmmm)\nAll you have to do is call on me\nTo be with you (to be with you)\nAnd before you hang up the phone\nYou will no longer be alone\nTogether we can never fall\nBecause our love will conquer all [RasDaveed chants]\n[Verse 2] [Providence] \n\n\n\nIf there be pain\nReach out for a helping hand\nIf there be pain\nAnd I shall hold you wherever I am\nEvery breath I breathe will be into you\nFor without you here my joy is through\nMy life was lived through falling rain\nSo call on me if there be pain [Outro] [Providence & RasDaveed El Harar]\nIf there be pain\nEvery breath I breathe will be into you\nFor without you here my joy is through\nMy life was lived through falling rain\nSo call on me if there be pain",
    "2pac - If There Be Pain... (Poem) lyrics": "If there be pain,\nall u need 2 do\nis call on me 2 be with u\nAnd before u hang up the phone\nu will no longer be alone\nTogether we can never fall\nbecause our love will conquer all\nIf there be pain,\nreach out 4 a helping hand \n\n\n\nand I shall hold u wherever I am\nEvery breath I breathe will be into u\n4 without u here my joy is through\nmy life was lived through falling rain\nso call on me if there be pain\nFaithfully yours,\nTupac Amaru Shakur\n19",
    "2pac - If They Love Their Kidz lyrics": "If my enemies love their kids\nonly if my enemies love their kids\nIf my enemies love their kids\nIf my enemies love their kids\nonly if my enemies love their kids\nHey, why have drama\nn***a, your baby mama stay right around the corner\nI could touch her if I f**ing wanna\nso why you want insist on this\nI got your name at the top of f**ing dead b**h list\nmeet Mr Machiavelli's terror\nback of the year, thug of the era\nd**h row and Outlawz, nobody does this sh** better\nmy lyrics explode on contact\nbest prepare for combat\naint no stopping so bomb back\nit's the last days, n***a's is dying for bullsh**\nMac 11 is heavy, yeah I'm ready to pull quick\nn***as aint ready for a brother thats living major\nbeen waiting [?] muthaf**er thats spittin' razors,\nwhen I cut em they cut, when I stick 'em they stuck\nmy ambitions to bust, cause I aint giving a f**\ntore the neighbourhood up, look at all the sh** that we did\nmurder's a life long b**h\nif my enemies love they kids\nYou don't wanna die\nand I don't wanna k** ya,\nkeep my name out ya mouth\n'fore a n***a have to drill ya\nall my enemies buggin' for all the sh** that they did\ndon't make me murder you n***a\nif my enemy's love their kids\nBody's is wrapped in plastic\nlook at this, it's drastic\ntakes a n***a with the right automatic to cause static\nlike a mosberg jumpin, and muthaf**er's be jumpin'\nplay the role of a b**h\nlike Michael Jackson, wanna be startin' something\nholla at my crew and they perish you through the cherish\ngot the [?)]in my sight\ntonight I'm bussin' off the terrace with multiple gun shots\nn***as be droppin' rapidly, bussin' clip to cops\nand b**hes running after me tellin I'm high\nwhen they ask why I'm trippin' out\ntop of my drop, cause you know why, keep dippin' on my block\n\n\n\nthey sell rocks on box with frail cops\nand then we buss shots from glocks, f** cops\nmy only fear of d**h, can you hear me, it's coming back\nhad enough of this bullsh** world so none of that\nI felt no remorse for all the sh** that we did\nn***as die at any time if my enemy's love their kids\n[Chorus]\nYou muthaf**ing right\nyou n***as better wise up\nit's a real muthaf**ing war n***a\nyou wanna get with me\nhow the f** you gon get with me\nif you got kids muthaf**er\nif my enemies love they kids\nI'ma let my lil homeboys ride on you busta muthaf**ers\ncause y'all dont feel me\nI don't even wanna talk no more\nlosing your life, what for?\nfacing a young muthaf**er who puts it down for the dough\nget k**ed in front of your kids\nGod forbid if it happens\nthat's the sh** I'm on now [?]\ngotta survive by myself\nbut at the same time they rappin'\nwont put my gun on the shelf,\nit keeps me living like heaven\nbut when the sh** jumps I'm ready\ncause I already knew\nyou better get this muthaf**er before we come get you\ndeep in my heart I think this sh**s bout to pop any moment\ntryna do me like my parents but I'm a tougher opponent\nThis n***a scared\nMust investigate all I'm prepared\nfor all the drama, you said\nfor all them n***as you feared\nyou f**ing busta, busta\nLet the evil or the money trap you and thats life at you\nevery second we coming at you\nand you the last one\nWhen L-rock is trying cast on ya\nCuz a Young Rida who would die,\npump up and blast on the thug past you\nBlastin on enemies pa**ing\ngiggling when they should have been figuring who would be the last one, laughing while I switch your wig\nI gotta ask ya'll something\ndon't you muthaf**ers got kids",
    "2pac - Im Losin' It (Original Version) lyrics": "[Scareface Movie Sample] you need people like me so you could point your fingers and say that's the bad guy [Verse 1: 2Pac]\nLord help me, save me, Mama keep praying\nFor a young motherf**er trying to duck an early grave\nIn the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes\nFakes from the phonies, enemies of homies\nAround the corner there's another n***a waiting to jack\nHe don't know I got a Glock 'til his a** get shot\nLike a motherf**ing thug disease\nCraving beats like they motherf**ing d** to me, hey\nWhat's up with b**hes trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie\nThrow the p**y to me but before they never knew me\nRather die then let ya play me for a, buster\nAnd with my Glock I'm a plotting a** rotten motherf**er, huh\nDon't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya\nScreaming Thug Life n***a when I do ya\nI'm going crazy, getting dizzy\nAnd then I suffocate a motherf**ing breather bring me back\nI'm telling ya I'm losing it\nHahahaha loooooooooooooooosing it\nYeah\n[Scareface Movie] you wanna play rough? okay\nOkay surrender ha?\nYou want more? [Verse 2: Big Syke]\nI'm going crazy, n***as can't fade me\nOn the real I k** when I step to ya f**ing grill\nSo let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked\nI'm not a buster from the hood selling wolf tickets\nI hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed\nI get the cash and dash and never learn to read\nSo f** a b**h f** a ho and I let ya know\nBecause they come and go like the wind blows\nWhat am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up\nYou can take my life and I don't give a f**\nCause I'm the trouble most coming from the west coast \n\n\n\nWhere the n***as is banging 'til the overdose\nk**ers and murderers, psychos and lunatics\nNobody knows what makes my mind click\nIs it the demons, screaming inside of me?\nHell no it's just the Thug Life mentality\nI'm going crazy sh** don't phase me\nI'm living like a thug 'til six n***as carry me\nd**h is on the trigga so pull it\nI can't take it no more, n***a, I'm losing it\n[Scarface movie sample] Say hello to my little friend (we all going die n***a we all goin' die) you wanna play rough okay\nOkay [?] ha? you want more [Verse 3: Spice 1]\nsh** was talking to me, my gat screamed fire\nThe bullet told me shoot that motherf**er he's a liar\nI talked to me 3-80 like a b**h on a stroll\nWhen my n***as try to ????\nn***a, I can't get f**ed in this game I'm a psychopath\nMy AK told me to shove him up some n***as a**\nI'm having long conversations with Mr. Millimeter\nHe's one of my best friends b**h a** n***a eater\nAnd Miss Mossberg love it in the back trunk\nYou know that old school b**h she like to get it funked\nAnd spitting motherf**ers by the seems\nMy grand daddy Mr. AR-15\nBy the evil motherf**er\nTalked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers\nSaid he was my only family\nShoot straight, and please don't jam me\nGot in a fight at the club my gat started talking\nTold me to shut the f** up and let him do the talking\nI woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang\nI'm going nuts man\nsh** was talking to me\n[Outro]\nYeah, foo' I'm going nuts straight gat sh** up\nMotherf**er livin' a thug life\nYeah motherf**er, Spice 1, n***a",
    "2pac - Immortal lyrics": "[Intro: Makaveli]\nHmmhmm\nOutlaw Immortalz, b*atch\nSyke, Big muthaf**in' Syke\nA.k.a. Mussolini\n(Outlaw Immortalz)\nYaki Kadafi up in this b*atch\nFatal, Komani (Outlaw Immortalz)\nAnd 2Pac Makaveli\nOutlaw Immortalz\nYou know how we do this sh** n***a\n[Verse 1: Makaveli]\nGive me my money in stacks, and lace my b**hes with dime figures\nReal n***as fingers on nickel plated 9 triggers\nMust see my enemies defeated, I catch 'em while they coked up and weeded\nOpen fire, now them n***as bleedin'\nGive me my lyrics full of fury, and make every line shine like j**elry\nIndicting n***as like the grand jury\nMake 'em regret the day they met me, the playa hatin' n***as resent me\n'Cause all they tricks is in a rush to s** me\nBut I've been heavy in this game since '71\nThe world ain't ready 4 my mom duke celebrity son\nBut now they a** out, my sh**s so lethal making jealous n***as pa** out\nTo all my people who love the music on my last album\nI must a**ure you this is better get ya cash out\nOutlaw Immortal play the b**h and get your a** tossed\nRun up in motherf**as spots like I'm task force\nn***as is hoppin, but they ain't, jumpin' 'cause they petrified\nYou can hold my clip, set it up and best believe it will get you high\n(yeah n***a)\nTo all the playas on tha westside\nWe still be ballin' on these b**hes when the rest die\nTrying to maintain while these p**y n***as jockin' me\nAttempt to copy me, they operatin' sloppily, there ain't no stoppin' me\nI'm lost in the zone, suspicious 'cause the war's on\nI gotta strategy, non cypher emphatically, my politics is bomb first\nGo on cursed, tradin' war stories, seein' who went wrong first\nRun with the brothers that love me, the ones that pull for me\nLife has so many rewards n***a\nOutlaw Immortalz!\n[Verse 2: Fatal-n-Felony]\n[Felony]\nYour whole town be shaky\nDon't you know the coke got flaky\nHeard about me lately\nAin't no jails can straight me\n[Fatal]\nEh yo my nines up\nGot my startin' line up\nn***a just get your rhymes up\nIt's murderin' time up\n[Felony]\nLittle cap kick back and relax\nAnd ask who wanna f** her?\nGrab my pilla\nCome down soon as a muthaf**a busha\n[Fatal]\nWhat the f**, what you nervous?\nThe first time you heard us\nThinkin' of murderous verbs, that try to serve us\nTo all y'all n***as from the block\nThat Fatal and Fel is on some West coast sh** with 'Pac \n\n\n\nBut you got that sh** twisted, like I'm a twist your body\nHalf sippin' notty, then co*k my shotty\nThese pellets hit, spittin' like cobra venom\nMurderous game, I contain, I can off cold and fill him\n[Felony]\nFatal and Felony will shine\nLike diamonds and nickel nines\nCorrupted cripplin' spines\nWhen I creep up from behind\nYou silly barrel or get trampled n***a what\nWhile these young thugs be leavin' shambles, in muthaf**as guts\n[Fatal]\nn***as know the cut he must of been peelin', crazy or just dest\nTo get on or hit up, In his muthaf**in' chest\nWhen I come around creepin', through your itty bitty checks\nIn his eyes, and peep out the suspect\nOutlaw Immortal\n[Verse 3: E.D.I.]\nCheck it, uh listen, come on\nOutlaw Immortal, when this tussle, is on my [?] muscle\nOff in this hustle, bustle, n***as be actin' tryin' to dust you\nBut f** you, I ain't feelin' to be, laid, sprayed, and dead for days\nBody partly decayed, a f**in' dumpster as my grave\nCan't find my body, so my casket had to be left empty\nDon't even tempt me, had these n***as halved off in a f**in' hefty\nStill I done change, since I first to came\nA lil' ridah, [?] you never knew, you never knew about this f**in' game\nBut now my folks say I'm corrupted\nSo f** it, I rather get lost ,in this f** sh**, and [?] for my f**in' dodgin'\nYoungin' and thuggin' and that don't change even as I get older\nI just get a little bit colder, stay a soldier while these n***as fold 'em\nThrow up on stage never, still ready for whatever\nEnjoyin' these sins of pleasure, Outlaw for f**in' ever\nn***a\n[Verse 4: Big Syke]\nOutlaw\nIt's confirmed from the [?] concrete\nNo scapegoat, thug savage when my sweepers sweep\nSo rugged relentless, street royal relic\nCrackin' hammers on domes, on bustas and rejects\nVictors and violence, violations so vigorous\nI know you real thugs feel this\nAn Ingle-Watts ledger, they ain't a legacy lost\nYou screamin' nation in my hood, got a Glock in my draws\nThis differ me from incarceration, in-fested with impurities\nAnd at it with times, with police and activities\nCowards constantly cross a k**ers course\nCorrupt to the core, confounded, no remorse\nMy territories in turmoil, my source full of terrorism\nThe terrain is insane, so for all my criticism\nEngaged in the illest episode of evolution\nLocked in a criminal institution\nI'm a Outlaw Immortal",
    "2pac - In Heaven (unreleased) lyrics": "ya'll missin sumhtin up here....\nim missin ma n***az down in califonia..\nya'll misin sumthin up here....\nim missin ma n***az down in califonia..\nthey shot at ma 'causezin now we bussin our n***as till i live my life, till it ends, i may get shot, i may get blood claught in ma brain, till im insane...that was then this is now...im thinkin im in heaven...how? they ask me if i have shead a tear, i said no, i shead blood, with ma thugs..down in tha east..and tha motha fukaz in tha west...if u still wanna be a thug, with ma bullet proof vesst, give a thug a shot in tha arm, sound off tha alarm, then thats wut happens in reality...then i got shot...\nya'll missin sumhtin up here....\nim missin ma n***az down in califonia..\nya'll misin sumthin up here....\nim missin ma n***az down in califonia.. \n\n\n\ni miss tha good ol' days wit nwa and ma n***as in the hood with ma 9mm pistol shootin up tha n***az with a 5 dollar bill in there hand, i k**ed my own fan..my n***a, chapman, got shot in tha chest, he was not the best, he worshiped me, he got it good, if only i was in my hood...just kuz i cant provide the right sh** fo my motha, i got a sh** for a life, in heaven, its scary in this sh**....you only get one shot at bein a true gangsta, not a mutha fukin wangsta, its time to start makin sum motha fukin changes arund this sh**...then you get shot...\nya'll missin sumhtin up here....\nim missin ma n***az down in califonia..\nya'll misin sumthin up here....\nim missin ma n***az down in califonia..\n.....yea...shootin up that mother fuker, got that sh**..\n...yea, like the good old days....",
    "2pac - In His Own Words lyrics": "[Interview]\n(made n***a to the grave n***a!) you can't disrespect the love all those ghettos and towns..I love y'all wa**up y'all it's the thug lord 2Pac I'm coming back for sho' (made n***a to the grave) harder and harder Y'all can't fade me. Y'all can't turn on me don't change on me (this is it) you know what I mean what's poppin' all those ghettos all those.. what's poppin' only god can judge us I'm riding y'all can't fade me , I'm\nRiding made me #1 you know what I mean and I'm coming back fo' sho' So you can imagine how I feel That's wrong [Verse 1: 2Pac]\nThey try to ban me, cause the brothas makin' noise a lot\nI tear that a**es and the boys\nBout to poison the block\nThey got me jocked\nBut now I'm strapped and gettin' hotter\nRunnin' from the cop, as I try to co*k my Glock\nThe war won't stop\nThat's why they wanna ban the music\nYou ever notice how the cops can't stand the music\nSee a black man coolin' with a mexican\nWe can all have peace on the sets again\nGive a shout-out to my homies in the Pen', they try to keep us down 'fore we clown everytime we hit the Top-10 so why are people telling me I'm wrong for doing what I'm doing I'm a reflection of the community [Hook: Young noble] +[Interview]\nBrothas talk a lot of sh**, but that'a after you gone\nCause they fear you in a physical form\nOutlaw in his own Words, they just get served\nStuck out on a block out when the drama occurs\nBrothas talk a lot of sh**, but that'a after you gone\nCause they fear you in a physical form\nOutlaw in his own Words, they just get served\nStuck out on a block out when the drama occurs\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nOnce again it's yo friend out of Oakland\nHopin' they keep the hip-hops clubs open\nNow we can fight and let 'em close [?]\nWe can have peace and so we control them\nAin't nobody gettin' paid, it's a damn shame\nWhy g**n brothas in the same gang take security to blame\nCause they lettin' it off, brothas come to have fun\nBut they settin' it off\nOne time make it worst when they sweat us\nSend a army of pigs to come get us\nSo I'm runnin' out of time, and it's cool, down with my (homeboy put it down)\n[Hook: Young noble] +[Interview]\nBrothas talk a lot of sh**, but that'a after you gone\nCause they fear you in a physical form \n\n\n\nOutlaw in his own words, they just get served\nStuck out on a block out when the drama occurs\nBrothas talk a lot of sh**, but that'a after you gone\nCause they fear you in a physical form\nOutlaw in his own words, they just get served\nStuck out on a block out when the drama occurs\n[break]\n[Interview 2] you know what I mean going through tryna come up\nAnd then get pulled up back 5 steps then you move make 8 steps and pull you back 18 steps so\nTo me it's not personal because they're all going through it. The only thing that makes it different and original with me is that people get to watch it from beginning to end like soap opera. You get to watch mine's everytime I think this is it and I go all out to beat that and I win or I lose then I come into the next one and it's worse. It's like the twilight zone. It's like some evil, unstoppable sh** that is won't let me go I wanted to get out the game. I'm trying to get out the game and they wanna dirty up my memory. They wanna dirty up everything I worked for I feel as though what was done in the dark will come to light what's the problem! attitude's them change it's not as sick as it used to be I can't front. It slowed me down. What went through my mind was 'like damn I'm shot', I couldn't believe I could ever get touched That's why I attack the way I do, because I'm a general and I'm a smart general and I'm not gonna attack at no blind soldier I feel like I'm doing it for hip hop all do is get me [?] out hell nah we goin taking it personal and my choices have already been made even if I wanna change it so that's how I know who shot me,what happened and everything they mad cause I know what happened I feel as though what was done in the dark will come to light the secrets that everybody is gon find out about that I don't have to playa hater [?] about that will come out and you will find out for yourself and you'll know why I did it But it's a game. It's the game of life, Do I win or do I lose?. I know one day they're gonna shut the game down but I gotta have as much fun and go around the board as many times as I can before it's my turn to leave\n(what! ,Makaveli in his own words\nWhat!, Outlaw in his own words\nWhat!\nWhat!)\nOutlaw",
    "2pac - In the Depths of Solitude lyrics": "* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists\n[ Ludacris ]\nYes, sir\nThis is Ludacris\nIn a recite to you an original poem written by my man 2Pac shakur\nIntitled; in the depts of solitude\nAnd it goes with a something like this\nEh, ehhm\nYeah\nI exsist in the depths of solitude\nPonderin my true goal\nTryin to find piece of mine\nAnd still preserve my soul\nConstantly learnin to be accepted\nAnd from all recieve respect\nNever comprimising but sometimes risci\nAnd that is my only regret\nHow can there be peace\nA young heart with an old soul\nHow can I be in the depts of solitude\nWhen there are to inside of me\nThis duo within me causes the perfect oppotunity\nTo learn and live twice as fast\nAs those who accepts simplicity\nYes\nIf you're reading between the lines you can understand exactly what my man\n2Pac shakur was talking about mayne\nYou see in or outside the music industry\nEveryone has heard the expression as lonely on top\nWell you know\nPac was on top\nIt's only naturally that he exsisted\nIn the depts of solitude\nOf course he was a young heart with an old soul\nAnd individual with, what was a way ahead of his time\nAnd sometimes when you are ahead of youre time \n\n\n\nYou do wonder what your true goal in life is\nWhen you get so ovius critisising and put down for teaching\nWhat you've learned to others\nAnd doing what you feel is the rigth thing to do\nSo with that\nPac like all soldiers fought, to be accepted\nSpecially by those who rejected him the most\nAnd even if you did'nt like him\nYou had to respect him\nSee nobodys perfect\nAnd off course everyone makes mistakes\nBut experience is the best teaching, if you ask me\nSo its important to learn from each mistake\nAnd try hard, not to make the same one twice\nHis only regret was making the mistake of being too overdemanding at times\nBut it was the wild outrages Pac\nMixed with the sensitive love in Pac\nThat made him almost the perfect person\nAlso made him learn and live twice as fast\nAnd I'm sure, he would rather walk through life\nWith these multived dimentional personalities\nThan to exept beeing one side than simplistic\nAnyday..\nSo being in the depts of solitude, if you ask me\nIs were the true heros of our times stay\n2Pac Shakur, in our hearts and our minds forever\nRest In Peace, live in harmony...\nThis is Luda, signing out\nPeace",
    "2pac - In the Depths of Solitude: Dedicated 2 Me lyrics": "I exist in the depths of solitude\npondering my true goal\nTrying 2 find peace of mind\nand still preserve my soul\nConstantly yearning 2 be accepted\nand from all receive respect\nNever compromising but sometimes risky\nand that is my only regret \n\n\n\nA young heart with an old soul\nhow can there be peace\nHow can I be in the depths of solitude\nwhen there R 2 inside of me\nThis duo within me causes\nthe perfect opportunity\n2 learn and live twice as fast\nas those who accept simplicity",
    "2pac - In the depths of solitude(poem) lyrics": "I exist in the depths of solitude\npondering my true goal\nTrying 2 find peace of mind\nand still preserve my soul\nCONSTANTLY yearning 2 be accepted\nand from all receive respect\nNever compromising but sometimes risky\nand that is my only regret \n\n\n\nA young heart with an old soul\nhow can there be peace\nHow can i be in the depths of solitude\nwhen there R 2 inside of me\nThis Duo whitim me causes\nthe perfect opportunity\n2 learn and live twice as fast\nas those who accept simplicity",
    "2pac - In The Event Of My Demise lyrics": "In the event of my demise\nwhen my heart can beat no more\nI hope I die for a principle\nOr a belief that I have lived for\nI will die before my time\nBecause I feel the shadow's depth\nSo much I wanted to accomplish\nBefore I reached my d**h\nI have to come to grips with the possibility\nAnd wiped the last tear from my eyes\nI loved all who were positive\nIn the event of my demise In the event of my demise don't shed no tear\nI'll share my wisdom with the world, they'll know I was here\nKnow I was clear, every thing I said I meant\nA outlaw, when I was born they prepared my ditch\nSaid I won't live long, statistic showed\nI'm tryna past 24 realistic goal, listen all\nYou gotta stay cold inside\nThat's what I tell myself when I feel alone sometime\nBut I can't cry, I don't tear no more\nI love god, from d**h I don't fear no more\nA part taken in this movement to better my people\nThough they see me on TV, I tell them we equal\nDon't look at me as a stranger, I'm one of your own\nWe was rised in concrete and grew as a rose\nStill I rise, but never get a chance to fly\nMama please don't cry\nIn the event of my demise In the event of my demise\ncan't breathe no more\nhope I die for a principle\nsomething I lived for\ndying before my time\nfeel the shadows of depth\nTrying to fulfill all my dreams before I reach my d**h\ncame to grips with the possibility\nThe world's k**ing me, and my soldiers die young with no sympathy\nI wipe the last tear from my eyes\nI loved all who stand strong\nIn the event of my demise If I should die before I awake\nlet my family be straight of the money I make\nGive my son, what he needs, other than his father\nIs it self respect, better get his honor\nwith the law come to swallow my soul, it's so big\nCause the street took enough of my life, we all see\nIt's a cycle make you feel psycho\nEverything struggles behind this man, see nobody love you\nGot a piece of the streets and it's gonna die with me \n\n\n\nmay your, soul forgive me\nMakaveli's within me\nIn principle we stand by stronger than power\nWe gon' die by the rules you can never devour\nOn the earth from my birth fell nothing but pain\nOnly thing I ever gave was the baby the name\nThat's my heart, and if I should go I'll go on in sparks\nThat's the event of my demise, and it lurks in the dark [Chorus] Now as I stand here, a man here\nNot a perfect one, but a searching one\nSeek in another, blazing time\nSound crazy but I'm actually tryin' to escape my mind\nTryna rise in time\nbut hoping that you didn't notice\nWhen i was at my low as\nSo I knew they were watching, I couldn't stop it\nSo many things I wanted to accomplish\nToo many dreams, wasted with no promise\nFrom out the darkness I struggle to see the light\nRumble deep in the night\nHustlin' with all of my might\nSome won't see it that way\nBut us is given praise\nBut all of them will dream\nThat I did it my way\nIn the event of my demise I was born to a storm that won't lead up\nAnd I was raised to stay brave with my head up\nBut thing ain't got better\nWe still gettin' wetter in this bad weather\nI need more than a sweater and a leather\nYo, ain't nothin' meant to last forever\nSo the struggling and the ?starving? ain't gon' last forever\nAnd my will, probably be like two lines long\nIt will read I'm dead but my soul lives on\nAnd my spirit still living though my body is gone\nIn the event of my demise I love all who stay strong\nI love all who stay strong\nIn the event of my demise, com'on In the event of my demise\nwhen my heart can beat no more\nI hope I die for a principle\nOr a belief that I have lived for\nI will die before my time\nBecause I feel the shadow's depth\nSo much I wanted to accomplish\nBefore I reached my d**h\nI have to come to grips with the possibility\nAnd wiped the last tear from my eyes\nI loved all who were positive\nIn the event of my demise",
    "2pac - In The Event of my Demise (Poem) lyrics": "In the event of my Demise\nwhen my heart can beat no more\nI hope I die for a principle\nor a belief that I had lived 4\nI will die before my time\nBecause I feel the shadow's depth\nso much I wanted 2 accomplish \n\n\n\nBefore I reached my d**h\nI have come 2 grips with the possibility\nand wiped the last tear from my eyes\nI loved all who were positive\nIn the event of my Demise!",
    "2pac - In the Midst of Pa**ion lyrics": "In the midst of pa**ion 2 figures stand\nemerged in ecstasy joined hand and hand\nwords R unnecessary feelings R heart\nthe body takes control deaf 2 words\nIt is at this stage that I think of u\nin gratitude 4 this joy u have exposed me 2\nEach Day is Bright with you as the Dawn\nwith the collapse of each night a strong bond is born \n\n\n\nIn the midst of pa**ion I remember your kiss\nI reminisce about your touch and suddenly miss\nthe scent u wear and the tone of your voice\nOnly u can be my choice\nIn the midst of pa**ion\nI c u & me\nLost in constant ecstasy!!",
    "2pac - In Too Deep lyrics": "[P.K]\nYeah....P. k**er.....L-O-X....Ruff Ryders\n[Styles]\nHoliday Styles, catdaddy, show me the green\nAnd if not, show me the work, show me the fiends\nI be writin' in the week cause I know the routine\nPardon you, light grey off the martin'\nNickel the wheels, used to have to whistle for sales\nAnd now I cop work and I be tippin' the scales\nAnd I can make money for bail, sittin' in jail\nWalk by the C.O., hittin' an L\nAyyo, this is for the industry, consider it rep\nI'll diss any n***a you name, you give me a check\nOld school, new school, hungry n***a not signed\nHe ain't sayin sh** if he ain't talkin wit a Glock 9!\nPlease don't call the cops\nWe got beef, then the shells'll pop\nI'm tryin' to hit you while you park\nHop in, push you over, take it up the block\nBut I know the jakes is comin', ya man'll snitch\nWakes is comin', so start gettin candles lit\nI'ma show you how the hustlers, handle sh**\nI'll crack your head like a customer with grams and clip\nFamily sh**, but ain't no picnics involved\nJust a trip to the zoo..\nDressed in all brown, with a banger in your shoe\nIn too deep in the yard, wit a thousand n***as just like you, co*ks**er\n[Jadakiss]\nA thousand n***as just like you\nNarcs is trying to crack down, coke went back down\nIt's hard to get green, but everybody got brown\nThey know I got the china for 15 in the diner\n20 after 12 in the building, see the minors\nMontega ma**acre\nYou run around buyin bundles, I get eggs from Africa\nBurn the block for a year then I'm stashin' ya and snatch the truck\nCreep by, wit half a Dutch\nWhile they got you on the wall, I'm crackin' up\nAnd the police can sense you shooken\nWhen they ask you if you wanna cut 'em a deal, at central bookin\nIn the bullpen with dopeheads and n***as from Brooklyn\nYou scared to move, 'nother n***a wearin' ya j**els\nBy the time you get upstairs, he wearin' ya shoes\nGot the blood ?cainettas? and n***as with the kufis\nIn the dayroom, blowin' each other like Lucys\nMatter how big you are, or strong you are\nRight or wrong you are; get along with star \n\n\n\n'Kiss toe to toe wit you wit the cannon in your face\nMotherf** clappin', here's a standin ovation -BLAW!\n[Sheek] {*overlapping last line*}\nSheek got n***as that'll, cover his tracks when he walkin' in mud\nAnd use gats with no noise when he dealin' wit blood\nBut they bounce from one bone to the next, like b**hes\nHole small enough to use Band-Aids, no stiches\nEverything's eternal from my life to my journal\nIt's, deeper than, secrets, government keepin'\nSo bounce with me if you don't wanna, fall on the weekend\nOr, die the weekend, literally, fly off the beacon\nTalk slick, and get sent somethin' quick\nOnly n***a hard enough to look up to me? is my dick\nMy clique the boss, we don't take no loss\nWhen we flow, the whole room smell like tabasco sauce\nCome in your crib with somethin hot, dead in your brain\nAnd watch your family jump around like the House Of Pain\nAll the numbers taken off my Benz, no name\nJust tints on the window so you can't see through\nWhile my gun is at your face like, \"Peek-a-boo!\"\nI'm, teasin' you like an invisible string\nTied to a bag of money, when you reach? I'll pull\nClip hard to stay full, n***a, we in too deep\nI rock n***as to sleep, like a Jew, I'm too cheap\nf** a car show; I don't wanna be around nothing I can't keep\nAnd I'm too 730 -- gimme your gun clean\nIt's comin' back to you dirty; n***a, watch the birdie\nHook:\n[Styles]\nIf you a player in the game and you in too deep\nAnd you get knocked, yo, please don't snitch\n[Jadakiss & P.K]\nThat's my word\n[Styles]\nTake your time like ya man do in front of the judge\nAyyo, dog, don't be no b**h\n[Jadakiss & P.K]\nDog, ya heard?\n[Styles]\n'Cause if we all get knocked then we all get locked\nWord is bond, won't be no clique\n[Jadakiss & P.K]\nThat's for real\n[Styles]\nAyyo, s**, money, murder, music, and d**\nBig chains and plenty of whips\n[Jadakiss & P.K]\nThat's all we know\n[Jadakiss]\nUh, N...I...pull it\n[P.K]\nWhat?....L-O-X........Double R.....P. k**er",
    "2pac - Indo Smoke lyrics": "[Intro: G-Child]\nWoo!, hey, this is the G-Child, spaceketeers\nAre ya in the house baby, are ya in the house?\nYou know what I'm sayin, cuz it's that time\nFor you to kicks the funk online as we rewind\nAnd then it will combine\n[Verse 1: Mista Grimm]\nSmokin' on the bud, feelin' kinda high\nSippin' on the gin, feelin' kinda fly\nA Warren G production sits in the tape deck\nAs Mista Grimm raps over laps, don't say sh**\nJust, listen and recline for a spell\nPa** the fat spliff back and forth (oh yeah)\nStuck, unable to breathe through the Chronic\nCloud that somehow prevents me from installin' fresh air\n[Verse 2: Warren G]\nAhh, Indosmoke\nPa** me the joint so I can take a toke\n1 puff, 2 puff, 3 puff, 4 puff, 5 I'm feelin real high\nLean into the side in my muthaf**in' ride\nWith the O.G. gangsta glide\nWoo!, hey now ya know\nInhale, exhale with my flow\nBreakaway, come again like this\nThe LB to the C two times, don't miss\nCuz if you do, you break you get broke\nMe and Mista G and the Indo Smoke\n[Hook: Nate Dogg (x2)]\n(Are you high yet?)\nWhatever you do muthaf**a you betta not choke\nThis ain't no stress, it's the muthaf**in' indo smoke\n[Verse 3: Mista Grimm]\nFee, fi, foe, really doe\nI'm still smokin' and sippin', talkin' like a pimp\nFreakin', seekin' new lands without transport\nCuz indo smoke is a man's sport\nI never feel stressed and that's the realist\nJust a proper herb for my chronic illness\nPlease, let me go on with my day\nRelax with phat tracks and a real fat J\nOoh, I think I'm in love\nAstounded from what it did, sended me far above\nOn a fly toke, I can brag for days\nYou can't swim with Grimm\nBecause my tidal wave's - high\nAnd that's no joke\nBecause Mista Grimm takes flight from the Indo Smoke\n[Hook (x2)]\n[Verse 4: Mista Grimm]\nIgnition to remission, blast off through the cos\nMost of the voyage I enjoy is just a cause\nI sonic boom when I return back to earth\nBirth of a new rhyme will take no time\nI'm prepared, papers and a lighter to provoke\nA comical scene to watch Mista Grimm choke \n\n\n\nThen gain composure, compose a symphony\nFrom C-H-R-O-N-I-C and Mista G mixed together nicely\nCombinin', lick the linings, voil\u00e0!\nA fat Chronic sack you can put in your jaw\nH and R puff the stuff in ya lungs\nSmokin' on the Chronic, gettin' straight sprung\nStretched, taken to the extreme feelin'\nDancin' on the ceilin' like Lionel\nIf ya hear me on some vinyl\nI break 'em till they can't be broke\nAs I soak, in the Indo Smoke\n[Hook Outro: Nate Dogg]\n[Are you high yet? (repeated in background)]\nTake a trip with Nate Dogg to the Eastside\nWe will show you whether our gangstas love to get high\nWe get high on every street in Long Beach\nSo don't come to my hood thinkin' that you can save me\nn***as from funny land wanna come to the East and reveal\nI gotta viscious left hook and you're damn right I will steal\nShots go out to my n***a Mista Grimm and you know Warren G\nI gotta n***a named Gangsta Rod, you know B-Tip, you know me\nMy name is Nate D-O double G and I'm comin' straight from the East\nDon't think you don't know where I'm from, I'm from 213\n[Outro: G-Child]\nYeah, you know what I'm sayin'\n19 ninety muthaf**in' 3 (hey)\nI got my muthaf**in n***as in the house\nI got my n***a Mista Grimm in the house (uh, ah)\nI got my n***a B-Tip in the house (uh, ah)\nI got my n***a Nate Dogg in the house (uh, ah)\nI got my n***a Ricky Rod in the house (uh, ah)\nI got the n***a Butch in the house (uh, ah)\nI got my n***a Greg in the house (uh, ah)\nHe's engineering this, check it out\nYou know what I'm sayin'\nLong Beach in the house\nWe hooked up with some people from West Covina\nMy n***a Mista Grimm, but you know\nAin't nothing but a G Thang, uh\nG Thang, but you don't hear me though, hahaha yeah\nAre you high yet? (laugh) (x2)\nAre ya high big baby?\nAre ya high? (laugh) (x2)\nn***a I asked you is you high (I'm f**ed up)\nI ain't be gotten no women, n***a is you high, sh** (I'm f**ed up)\nOh we can do this then\nHey, let's go\nIts over big baby, hey",
    "2pac - Initiated lyrics": "[Intro]\nWest side\nSee ya\nHahahahaha\nWooo!\nReal n***as in the building\nHahah\nPac, what up baby?\n(Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a!)\nHow you feelin', n***a?\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow take a look inside my mind\nThat pen time made me wise but still I rise\nCause my \"Ambitionz Az A Ridah\" like land mines\nLyrics turn n***as into smithereens\nMusic so lethal, turn coliseums to murder scenes\nI'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me, I'm armed\nI'm droppin' n***as like bombs\nGet in that a** like a thong\nPicture a felon in ya presence\nTakin' bustas back to the essence\nTellin' my people peep my lethal message\nVisions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode\nMurderous motives for n***as stoppin' my cash flow\nYou can't fight it n***a, let go\nWitness the sound, made ya b**h a** bow down to d**h Row\nMama, these n***as got me fightin' these 3 Strikes\nShowin' up in court f** what you thought it's three nights\nI put the game down first put my n***as up on it\nNow we Amerikaz Most Wanted\nFeel me\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nb**hes is wild, n***as is lame\nI hung around with real n***as got exposed to the game\nMuthaf**as actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw\nInitiated as an Outlaw (Outlaw)\nb**hes is wild, n***as is lame\nI hung around with real n***as got exposed to the game\nMuthaf**as actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw\nInitiated as an Outlaw\n[Verse 2: Steele]\nTake a took inside my block where we beef with the peep cop\nBop when the beat drop\nco*k when the streets hot\nShell-shocked we out to tote lead\nRemember the teachers when we and 'Pac broke bread\nHe said One Nation is what this nation most fear\nNow I swear most these rappers ain't ready for warfare\nWe Outlaw since birth, that's why the lost fear\nNow betcha all every verse gon' have a mall scared\n[Verse 3: Tek]\nIt's hella mean the don, you find it in the Quran\nYou catch me in the trap gettin' my grind on\nI produce from the line where the hustlers made\nSeein' visions on my money yeah my name was crazed\nAnd this way I'd carry from state to state\nThis here is the man that my mama made\nYou can read Montana, see that a it's ya boy\nRaised in the game, initiated as an Outlaw\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nb**hes is wild, n***as is lame \n\n\n\nI hung around with real n***as, got exposed to the game\nMuthaf**as actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw\nInitiated as an Outlaw (Outlaw)\nb**hes is wild, n***as is lame\nI hung around with real n***as got exposed to the game\nMuthaf**as actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw\nInitiated as an Outlaw\n[Verse 4: [?]]\nTake a look inside my brain!\nDippin' through the rain and into range bumpin' Dr. Strange\nMy Glock aim is impeccable\nWhat scared to do or sketch to do\nA couple of body bags to catch hella flu\nCold with the fortune oh I'm scortchin'\nGot that FEDS lookin' at me like \"that boy toastin'\"\nNo, but I be on the road to Boston\nHustle man like Martin and I'm Tracy Morgan\nSo I get that money right, get the paper can right I\nThe only one to pay to connect mic\nB me rst believe that vest be\nSo postin' my chest\nI can't breathe in the city of thieves, I rest please\nCan't tell me nothin', my gun bustin' with ease\nNo prob, so far I gotta crowbar, rough pic\nFroze and now I'm initiated as a Outlaw\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nb**hes is wild, n***as is lame\nI hung around with real n***as got exposed to the game (real n***as)\nMuthaf**as actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw\nInitiated as an Outlaw (Outlaw)\nb**hes is wild, n***as is lame (uha)\nI hung around with real n***as got exposed to the game (that's right)\nMuthaf**as actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw (yeah)\nInitiated as an Outlaw hahahha\n[Outro: [?]]\nNever forget baby\nWe outlaws since birth (birth)\nSince E.D.I. what up\nKastro, what up (yeah)\nKadafi, what up uha\nStormy, what up (initiated as an outlaw)\nFatal, what up (yeah)\nBoot Camp in the buildin' baby, Black Smif-N-Wessun (yeah)\nWe riiide, riide\nInitiated as an outlaw (riide), initiated as an outlaw (initiated as an outlaw)\nGreene millennium now baby yeah\nAyo roll up that haze (initiated as an outlaw)\nPa** that henny\nUnless to give right\nUh Outlaw!! (initiated as an outlaw)\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nb**hes is wild, n***as is lame\nI hung around with real n***as got exposed to the game\nMuthaf**as actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw\nInitiated as an Outlaw (Outlaw)\nb**hes is wild, n***as is lame\nI hung around with real n***as got exposed to the game..",
    "2pac - Initiated/Thug Pound lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nLive in this muthaf**er\nThug Pound Biotch\nKurupt, Daz, Makaveli, E.D.I., Kastro, Hussein\nYou know b**h the whole muthaf**in' clique\nWe gon' hit yo' a** up. You know where we comin' from\nd**h Row BIOTCH [echoes] hahaha\nAy yo Kurupt\nYou first to blast n***a and you know how we do it on\nThe Westside n***a\n[Ridin ride on What we be?]\nWe ballers for real\n[Verse 1: Kurupt]\nFor real I got it bought you the blue steel\nCowards hit the panic bu*ton\nThinkin' that it was what it wadn't\nsh**'s hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don\nWith the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine\nThe back cracker smack you with\nMy verbals & graphic grammar\nMy verbal murder stretch from Alaska to Alabama\nGet touched by my Arm & Hammer\nAll across the planet n***as crumble like granite\nFrom Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic\nProbable cause to get hit sh**\nn***as best get physically & mentally fit\nShow ya ho I ignore for real & I can tell\nOn the DL I got an Indecent Proposal for her (biotch)\nMashin' in a Ford Explorer hell hound host the horror\nEscape from the Box Pandora somethin' for ya\nGet rocked by my midnight Glock\nSniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block\nf**in' b**h paid the price of a snitch the\nNicky Scarfo comin' through the bus d**h\nSpreads through camps like ?Parvul?\nYoung Gotti Kurupt & C with the dope & the green weed\nIndeed I'm out to get high & supply\nWhat you need Mr. Postman\nComin' through with all the mail What you need?\nI got for sale on the stairwell to Hell\n[AY Get Yo Hand Out My Pocket n***a!]\n[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]\nI wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets\nBarkin' & playas drinkin' kegs til y'all n***as beg Martin\nYou labelled Paw nervous no I do this job dirty\nDonna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey\nn***as ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime\nMy room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds\nChairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies\nDollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded fifties\nY'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless\nI don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office\nYou the softest I'm takin' ya honies they Telly pieces\nWearin' my f**in' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes\nMy boys & me is poison we don't get along equal\nFight each other like brothers it's all good we strong people\nMore strain on the brain & the pain I deal with\nIll with nasty n***as my whole crew on some real sh**\nFor real b**h the steel clique I bill with menaces\nYa number one nemesis paragraphical like Genesis\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nStupid muthaf**as Outlaw Immortal b**h\nDogg Pound Thug Life you know how we f**in' do this sh**!\nYou stupid muthaf**as don't get me...\n[Overlaps last line]\nNow take a look inside my mind\nThat Pen' time made me rise but still I rise\nCause my Ambitionz Az A Ridah like land mines \n\n\n\nLyrics turn n***as into smithereens\nMusic so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes\nI'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me\nI'm armed I'm droppin' n***as like bombs\nGet in that a** like a thong\nPicture a felon in ya presence\nTakin' bustas back to the Essence\nTellin' my people peep my lethal message\nVisions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode\nMurderous motives for n***as stoppin' my cash flow\nYou can't fight it n***a let go\nWitness the sound made ya b**h a**\nBow down to d**h Row\nMama these n***as got me fightin' these 3 Strikes\nShowin' up in court f** what you thought it's three nights\nI put the game down first put my n***as up on it\nNow we Amerikaz Most Wanted feel that\n[Verse 4: Kastro] [overlaps last line]\nSince my Only Fear of d**h is Mama cryin' for help\n& OG Daddy wanna ride when I know\nHe ain't got sh** else since I'm his only soldier\nNobody else gonna roll for me & I know\nWithout the Row & Immortal Outlaw (Ay K)\nI'll be forgotten for sho\nPlus this Thug Life it got me livin'\nInitiated playa hated without givin' a single f**\nWhy they danglin' baby all on my nuts\nI be singlin fingerin' b**hes to f**\n[2Pac]\nb**hes is wild n***as is lame\nI hung around with real n***as got exposed to the game\nMuthaf**as actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw\nInitiated as an Outlaw hahahaha (yeah muthaf**a)\n[Verse 5: Daz]\nNow a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides\nAnd a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies\nAnd a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep\nEnemies rest in peace deceased f**in' with me\nI got to 'complish a goal I'm out seekin' gold\nExpose the strap gotta let off the cousin rough & raw\nNever fell to my knees for sh** cause I demand sh**\nWith this Daz Dillinger drillin' ya for ya sh**\nOn the streets for the sixth time in & out for the crime\nI rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars & dimes\nI'm slippin' slidin' f**ed up n***a whuttup\nIn the cut flossin' like a muthaf**a whuttup\nBeside all being now tell me where ya comin' from\nThat ain't where I see thangs & n***a what's the outcome\n[Verse 6: E.D.I. Mean]\nFor so many days & so many ways we been duckin' strays\nThey delivers but still we some Bad Boy k**ers\nHold the scrillas I dump in you n***as' livers\nThen watch ya body shiver & ya mama quiver\nFrom the way you just got lit up\nHit up the West Side on my way out\nY'all whole crew should've knew it was on\nFrom Makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out\n& laid out for public display on this day\nY'all n***as is historay cause the whole crew is b**h to me\nListen to me E.D.I., How many of y'all can see me?\nCause I'll attack that a** like AIDS attack Eazy\nBelieve me cause although now I'm just a young stolder\nI'm soon to be a gun holder Initiate to the clique\nWith a left to my lip now the fight's over\n[Gunshots 'til end]",
    "2pac - International lyrics": "Eternally Thug n***a Hilfigger made by Tommy\nSo when I speak hope to reach my ??? Mamis\nOr come to Papi I love it when its wet and sloppy\nIn and out the mouth piece 'till I cum no one can stop me\nMy bump and grind will do you everytime\nCome get a blast of this Thug pa**ion and blow your mind\nHey, throw up your legs, wrap those sh**s around my back\nIt's a WESTSIDE thing f**in' hoes 'round the map\nWalkin down 125 while I'm peepin out hotties\nAnd they seduce my Jimmy I'll be screamin gimmie body\nMake em all scream my name out gimmie my props and don't ya love how this Thug n***a beat up the co*k\nI'm at the 'Rican Parade I'm watchin Caramel b**hes play\nGet wit' real n***as bullsh**tin never get you paid\nThis is the dream of a young black teen\nI feed my hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend. Now Come On!\nHey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor\nHey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more\nOh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do\nHey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international\nCheck it out Nipsey I pull it up to the club on one of the chrome things I'm crispy shinnin from my wrist to my gold chain\nAnywhere I go I keep it hood I Never change\nIf it ain't got it in my lap I got it stashed in the range\n*pow* *pow* I'm gettin bread on the rover private jet anywhere I tell him he'll fly to my respect have these girls sayin daddy I'll do anything you ask get it crackin when I slide through as God as my witness right hand on the bible and Tokyo hunny turned it up hotty got though I stroke for show now up in Atlanta at the strip club she thick 'cause took me to the slots where the crib was went full throttle got it crackin I ain't bashful from the kitchen to the counter top and the bath more flips more trips more stamps on my pa**port\nTold her drop me at Horseville I'm International\nHey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor \n\n\n\nHey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more\nOh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do\nHey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international\nHey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor\nHey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more\nOh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do\nHey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international\n(Oh... Young Dre the Truth, Makaveli, LT Hutton, Nipsey International)\nIts mr hood national rider with a pa**port Just landed from Paris homie pick me up I'm at the airport with two bottles or more and a bottle of Puerto Rican Weed get somethin poppin 'cause tomorrow got course on course I'm ready to get it feel it goin down right now hop in the whip pop a bottle lit the blunt right now hit about a buck fifty seconds later at the party right now we celebratin Makaveli 2pacalypse Now escape through the front though they ??? tippy-toes cruisin' up get the door if you loose a chick let her go she done chose this over bro look around it's hard to feel dimes in high heels came form Japan, New York, to Cali to chill they choosin for real with no grill in my mental peep my swagger is tremendous make moves monumental it was me three mamis E-40 and Pac at the La Manz Round After Party it just don't stop\nHey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor\nHey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more\nOh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do\nHey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international\nHey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor\nHey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more\nOh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do\nHey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international",
    "2pac - Interview - Diff\u00e9rence entre sa g\u00e9n\u00e9ration et l'ancienne lyrics": "Soyons logiques\nSi je sais que dans cette chambre d'h\u00f4tel ils ont de la nourriture tous les jours!\nEt je frappe \u00e0 la porte, tous les jours pour manger et ils ouvrent la porte me laissant voir la f\u00eate\nMe laissant voir qu'ils lancent du salami de partout, qu'ils s'amusent avec de la nourriture tout en me disant qu'il n'y a pas de nourriture..\nTous les jours !\nJe suis devant pour tenter de me frayer un chemin :\n\"Nous avons faim, s'il vous pla\u00eet laisser nous entrer, nous avons faim, s'il vous pla\u00eet laissez nous entrer...\"\nApr\u00e8s pas plus d'une semaine cette chanson va se transformer en :\n\"Nous avons faim, nous avons besoin de nourriture !\" \n\n\n\nApr\u00e8s 2 ou 3 semaines, \u00e7a ressemblerait \u00e0 \u00e7a :\n\"Donne-moi \u00e0 manger ou je ca**e la porte!\"\nApr\u00e8s une ann\u00e9e tu opte pour :\n\"Je croch\u00e8te la serrure, m'introduis dans la pi\u00e8ce et je tire !\"\nTu vois ce que je veux dire ?\nTu as faim, quoi, tu as atteins un niveau o\u00f9 tu n'attends plus rien !\nNous avons demand\u00e9 \u00e7a il y a 10 ans, nous revendiquions avec les Black Panthers\nNous \u00e9tions dans cette configuration avec eux ! Mouvements des droits civiques, etc...\nNous demandions !\nAujourd'hui, tous ces gens qui demandaient sont tous morts ou en prison\nAlors maintenant, que pensez-vous que nous allons faire ?... Demander ?",
    "2pac - Intro (2Pac / Better Dayz) lyrics": "(Reporter)\nGood Evening (sirens in the background)\nI'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard\nWhere many excited fans have gathered with candles\n(crowd starts chanting \"2Pac\")\nAwaiting the much anticipated release, of 2Pac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz\nThis is yet another post-humous release by 2Pac\nWhich, raises the question \n\n\n\nWhere are these songs coming from?\nIt's interesting how, the message in these songs\nIs still relevant today\nI can feel the energy in the air, as they count down to midnight\nWhen the album will officially be released\nOh, hold on, I, think they're starting to countdown now\n(Crowd)\n5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ...",
    "2pac - Intro (Better Dayz) lyrics": "[Reporter]\nGood Evening\nI'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard\nWhere many excited fans have gathered with candles\n[crowd starts chanting 2Pac]\nAwaiting the much anticipated release, of 2Pac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz\nThis is yet another posthumous release by 2Pac\nWhich, raises the question\nWhere are these songs coming from? \n\n\n\nIt's interesting how, the message in these songs\nIs still relevant today\nEven in his d**h, he's touching people with his lyrics\nI can feel the energy in the air, as they count down to midnight\nWhen the album will officially be released\nOh, hold on, I, think they're starting to countdown now\n[Crowd]\n5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ...",
    "2pac - Intro (Rough sh**) lyrics": "[2Pac]\nOutlawz keep that rough sh**\nOutlawz keep that rough sh**, baby\nOutlawz keep that rough sh**\nOutlawz keep that rough sh**, baby\n[Fatal]\nI'm down for mine, did it for Pac\nSpitted the block, commited to Yak\nAnd faithfully, we splitted the block\nWhat did y'all do for em? forget the hunnies\nYou ever rob a spot with my dogg and split the money\nI chose to rise, sacraficed, chose to ride\nControlled the nine and never once closed my eyes\nSometimes I feel my own doggz got me trapped\nBut I'll k** one of you cats, so it must not be that\nRap from scratch, with that local nonsense\nFinish em and (?) about the coastal confrence\nFake thug type, my doggz barking up your lessons\nIts been three years, you still talking over records\nI'm the Don, Hussein's the dime\nYou came to bomb?\nYou still sniffing coke, thats the real weak line\n[2Pac]\nOutlawz keep that rough sh**, baby\n[New Child]\nThug life is who's?\nn***as done broke the rules\nNow my n***as got to act a fool, bust the two's\nSince Pac left, haters wanna step on toes\nSome n***as get they casket closed, little hoes\nKeep your mouth shut and eyes open\nEastsiders, Westsiders, Southsiders \n\n\n\nOutlawz keep their guns smoking\nAll my n***as ride, down to bust\nIt's suicide when you f**in' with us\nIn Pac we trust\nI'm venomous\nWhen you hear me bust, n***as chin em up\nAll of us can spit it\nGot it once, you can still get it\nScared? n***a deal with it\nf** a quarter magazine, never violatin my team\nI'm an all out-law n***a\nFounder of the city morgue n***a\nPut that on my brother, you co*ks**er\nWhats poppin n***a, whats poppin, huh?\n[2Pac]\nOutlawz keep that rough sh**, baby\n[Fatal]\nI served n***as off the 1-8-9\n187's caught up in the sunday times\nWhat the f** you thought?\nI ride for Pac, is you crazy?\n(Outlawz keep that rough sh**, baby)\nI know\nCrossed over, clap off, touch the gla**\nWhip out, no home, i'mma bust your a**\nPulled back the semi, sip the remi for Yak\nOne fifth, drip all the henney for Pac\nI put it down, out of town\nDon't worry you n***as\nAnd my Brick City Outlawz will bury you n***as\nOutlawz all over, we connect the block\nSoldier formation, whip out and rep for Pac\n[2Pac]\nOutlawz keep that rough sh**\nOutlawz keep that rough sh**, baby\nOutlawz keep that rough sh**\nOutlawz keep that rough sh**, baby",
    "2pac - Intro (The Rose Vol. 2) lyrics": "* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists\nWhat's in ya hand n***a, y'all listenin'\nDo you understand n***a revolution, what's ya plan n***a {*gunshot*}\nSince my transition I've been misquoted, disrespected, turnin' over in my grave\nWatchin' y'all behave as if I should be proud or something\nThe I hear you speak my name like I had a devine strides or something\nBut relgions are seldom followed and all those sould back slide easy\nMy life is tarnished so the whole world sees me as a menace\nBut I implement that hate for me with love for y'all\nI look from above for y'all but I can't find my soldiers\nWho's holdin' the weight of the world on they shoulders since I left\nWho caught my last breath as I exhaled\nDerailed from the tracks, who's ridin' \n\n\n\nMake sure they don't destroy the art form\nIf they can stop me they can stop thirty more emcees before they even born\nSo I sacrifice the longevity in life\nTo make sure you got the message the way you needed it\nExistence turns into a lesson to be taught\nTold, confessed, to be heard and heeded this\nKids walkin' these dirty roads and it's your job to pave it\nYou see n***as dyin' cuz of what you sayin'\nDon't matter if you ain't k** 'em\nIf you ain't do sh** to save 'em you in the way n***a\nSave the day n***a or stopy playin' with 'em\nI been yellin' and screamin' from my grave for ten years now\nBut y'all don't hear me though\nWhich one of you n***as is gonna step up and say, Pac I got you\nGOD DAMN IT WHO SHOT YOU!?",
    "2pac - Intro/bomb First (my Second Reply) lyrics": "Suge Shot Me\n[church bells ring in background]\nIn today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\njust released another album under the alias Makaveli.\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\nstreet dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\nresources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nhave joined together in conspiracy to a**a**inate the character\nof not only Mr. Shakur, but of d**h Row Records as well.\nNas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\nexcuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault\non Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nand several other corny sounding motherf**ers\nare understandably shaken up by this release.\nThe question everbody wants to know is --\nwhy'd they get this n***a started?\nTupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\nbut released this statement:\n[Makaveli]\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about n***az and b**hes, power and money,\nriders and punks. Which side are you on?\n[gun co*ked, six shots, bullets hit ground]\nThese n***az is still f**in talkin?\nYou n***az still breathin? f**in roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for your co*kroaches\n(All day, everyday)\nIt's the raid for you punk motherf**ers\n(The pump in yo' a**)\nThis is it n***a! k**uminati style\n(Outlaw lifestyle)\nMakaveli the Don, solo sh** - bring it!\n[Makaveli]\nAllow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\nn***az get shook like 5-0\nMy forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\nLocated world wide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is sh**ty\nBorn on a dopefiend's titty.. huh\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw n***az down to die for me, knahmean?\nI hit the scene n***az duckin from my guillotine stare\nI'm right there; my every word, a f**in nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs down to die for yours\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\nCut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em\nMy whole team, trained to explode ride or die\nMurder motherf**ers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\nMe - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them my b**h n***a eaters \n\n\n\nAnd not a whimper 'til I'm gone\nThug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n(Ha ha ha)\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these n***az but I'm not gon' cry\nI'm a Bad Boy k**a, Jay-Z die too\nLookin out for Mobb Deep, n***a when I find you\nWeak motherf**ers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many n***az down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\nWest coast ridah, comin right behind ya\nShould've never f**ed wit meeee\nI want money hoes s** and weeeed\nI wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n[Chorus]\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to fight tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n[E.D.I. Amin]\nFor so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\nThey delivers, but we still some Bad Boy k**ers\nGot nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on d**h Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do, what you'll never do\nand that's ride for the cause\nYes I'll die for the cause\nYa best believe if I'ma leave this b**h\nYo I'm dyin with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a muh'f**in Nazi\nGot a little question for that n***a that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game, for the motherf**in cash mayne\nthen what is your motherf**in purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Amin born worthless\nThat's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n[Young Noble]\nYour style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\nCausin ma**ive terror, y'all n***az lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper half drug kingpin\nYer tellin fairy tales dunn\n\"King of New York,\" like you the motherf**in one?\nBut I'm from Jerz and we don't play that sh**\nFrom the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my n***az flippin chips\nGettin rich, even though it's hard\nTryin to creep through these halls and brawls\nwithout scarred by a revolv'\nwith no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\nNow I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n[Makaveli]\nShoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\nDon't want to hear no sh** this evenin, believe me\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug n***az on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug n***az on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n",
    "2pac - Is It Cool 2 f**? lyrics": "[2Pac talking]\n(Come here cutie, hey, come here)\nSo what's up?\nCan a n***a f** or what?\nLet me know\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow is it cool to f**?\nI know you see a n***a starin'\nAll I wanna know now is, are you sharin'?\nIf you are, then let me be the one for you\n(Layin' down and cum for ya')\nNow follow me into a flow\nHave another gla** of Gin and be my ho'\nCause I'm, drunk and I'm feelin' kinda frisky\nHand full of a**, now kiss me\nAnd let's get deep in the, moment\nTurn over baby and I'm, on it\nBaby got back in fact\nShe stacked like a motherf**er got a n***a comin' back\nI love the way she lick's her lips\nThen trip's when she see the dick\nNow is it cool to f**?\n[Chorus]\nI want to know if uh\n(Ha ha, is it cool to f**?)\nI want to know\nI want to know if uh\n(Let a n***a know)\n(Is it cool to f**?)\nI want to know if uh\n(Is it cool to f**?)\nI want to know\nI want to know if uh\n[Verse 2: Macadoshis]\nIs it cool to f**?\nDamn b**h let a n***a know\nI'm runnin' late gotta make it to the studio\nYou said your n***a ain't home, so it's on\nLet a n***a bone, if he come I got's the chrome\nLet's think of new games to play\nForget about your man you said you'd meet me anyway\nSo won't you come and get next to me\nAnd let Mac-10 take you to your ecstasy\nWe can get buck wild\nDo it in the shower, on the floor, on the sink, doggystyle \n\n\n\nI know you know what I mean\nI'm talkin' about that freaky a** sh** strawberries and whipped cream\nNo time for no games all I want is a nut, b**h\nIs it cool to f**?\n[Chorus]\nI want to know if uh\n(is it cool to f**?)\nI want to know if uh\n(Is it cool to f**?)\nI want to know if uh\n(Is it cool to f**?)\nI want to know if uh\n[Verse 3: Rated R]\nI want a dick ho', 2, I thought you knew\nAin't nothin' wrong with givin' up that a** to me and my crew\nBaby, I want to ride that a**\nDon't wait too much, let's f** and bust nuts\nStraight up ho let's put the bullsh** to the side\nAnd let's f** our brains out all night\nHad her with a little sugar and spice\nWhipped cream on my dick and lick it off baby, get it off quick\ns** it till my s**m rush to the tip\nAnd let me squirt this juice on your lips\nI'm a pimp not a wimp when it comes to the job\nf** talkin' sh**, you'll soon pa** out\nI bet you won't beat it off\nCause when I'm through with that a** it's time to charge that credit card\n[Chorus]\nI want to know if uh\n(Is it cool to f**?)\n(I want to know)\nI want to know if uh\n(Is it cool to f**?)\n(I want to know)\nI want to know if uh\n(Is it cool to f**?)\n(I want to know)\nI want to know if uh\n(Is it cool to f**?)\n(I want to know)\nI want to know if uh\n(Is it cool to f**?)\n(I want to know)",
    "2pac - It Ain't Easy lyrics": "I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness\nNickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash\nPhone calls from my n***as on the, other side\nTwo childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry\nA damn shame, when will we ever change\nAnd what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain\nArguments with my Boo is true\nI spend mo' time with my n***as than I do with you\nBut everywhere it's the same thing, that's the game\nI'll be damned if a thing changed, f** the fame\nI'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows\nAin't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold\nRag top slowing down, time to stop for gas\nBeep my horn for a hoochie with a proper a**,\nIt ain't easy, that's my motto\nDrinking Tanqueray straight out the bottle\nEverybody wanna know if I'm insane\nMy baby mama gotta mind full of silly games\nAnd all the drama got me stressing like I'm hopeless, I can't cope\nMe and the homies smoking roaches, cause we broke\nLate night hanging out til the sunrise getting high\nWatching the cops roll by\nIt ain't easy, that's right\nIt ain't easy, being me\nWill I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free\nIt ain't easy, being me\nWill I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free\nIt ain't easy, being me\nWill I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free\nI can't sleep n***as plotting on to k** me while I'm dreaming\nWake up sweaty and screaming, cause I can hear them s**ers scheming\nProbably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizing\nA brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died\nI wonder why this the way it is, even now\nLooking out for these k**er kids, cause they wild\nBill Clinton can you recognize a n***a representing\nDoing twenty to life in San Quentin\nGetting calls from my n***a Mike Tyson, ain't nothing nice\nYo 'Pac, do something righteous with ya life\nAnd even thou you innocent you still a n***a, so they figure \n\n\n\nRather have you behind bars than triggers\nBut I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, licking shots\nTil I see my n***as free on the block\nBut no it ain't easy,\nTil I see my n***as free, on the block, oh\nIt ain't easy\nIt ain't easy, being me\nWill I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free\nIt ain't easy, being me\nWill I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free\nIt ain't easy, being me\nWill I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free\nLately been reminiscing\nBout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block\nKeep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks\nIt's the project kid without a conscience, I'm having dreams\nOf hearing screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers\nThrough the years trying to stack a little green\nI was only seventeen, when I started serving fiends\nAnd I wish there was another way to stack a dollar\nSo my apoli', cause these hard times make me wanna holler\nWill I live to see tomorrow, am I falling off?\nI hit the weed and then proceed to say f** all of y'all\nAin't nobody down with me I'm thugging, I can't go home\n'Cause muh-f**ers think I'm bugging, so now I'm in\nThis high powered cell at the county jail\nPunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what\nDo I do in these county blues\nGetting battered and bruised by the you know who\nAnd these fakes get to shaking when they face me\nSnakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me\nSitting in this, living hell, listening to n***as yell\nTrying to torture em to tell, I'm getting mail\nBut ain't nobody saying much, the same old nuts\nIs making bucks while these s*uts is getting f**ed\nThey violated my probation, and it seems\nI'll be going on a long vacation, meanwhile\nIt ain't easy\nNo it ain't easy\nIt ain't easy, being me\nWill I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free\nIt ain't easy, being me\nWill I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free",
    "2pac - It Hurts The Most (OG) lyrics": "[Verse 1: Stretch]\nWoke up one morning and I'm feeling good\nIt's understood, I'm f**ing kingpin in my neighborhood\nI'm getting money with my n***as\nThe young guns, not the ones pull they f**ing triggas\nIt figures, the phone rang, hamie brang some bad news\nTellin' from the tone of his voice my n***a had the blues\nSaying such and such, caught much ya buckshots\nAnd his body was discovered by the cops\nThe phone dropped, my brain locked in shock\nStarted smoking mad weed but the pain wouldn't stop\nMy n***a, they took my n***a, nah, f** that\nWe going on a hunt and when I find him I'mma buck that\nFool 'til he drool and he croak\nI'm runnin' on his block n***a watch the Glock smoke\nProvoke the hit sh** I want my vengeance\nThen I skid off and get away with my intelligence\nAnd then back around the way it's so cold for you\nYeah (Uh), gunshots to my fallen crew\n[Hook: Stretch & 2Pac]\nWhen your n***a dies, it hurts the most\n(Boom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost)\nWhen your n***a dies, it hurts the most\n(Boom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost)\nWhen your n***a dies, it hurts the most\n(Boom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost)\nWhen your n***a dies, it hurts the most\n(Boom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nRevenge is sweet\nOn the street, understand me\nGotta retaliate, get it straight, locate the n***a's family\nAnd I'm rollin' in my Jeep, top-speed, ready to pull the trigger\nOn any b**h-a** n***a who got weed\nThey k**ed my homie and I'm restless\nGotta get 'em back\nA n***a with a MAC and a d**h wish\nTears in my eyes, don't cry\nLook up to the sky and wonder why\nDo everybody gotta die?\nAnother soldier in a casket\nCan't eat, you can't sleep, 'til I bury them ba*tards\nHis family is fallin' to pieces, his momma don't understand the madness \n\n\n\nI can't explain the drama\nAnd it hurts the most, when it's someone close\nI smoke weed, cause I'm losin' hope\nAnd any dope can see, the ghettos full of drug dealers\nAnd ain't nobody born a k**a\nBut it hurts the most\n[Hook: Stretch & 2Pac]\nWhen your n***a dies, it hurts the most\n(Boom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost)\nWhen your n***a dies, it hurts the most\n(Boom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost)\nWhen your n***a dies, it hurts the most\n(Boom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost)\nWhen your n***a dies, it hurts the most\n(Boom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost)\n[Verse 3: Mopreme]\nOne man, drowning in the quick sand\nPut my n***a down, with my full proof plan\nAll the other avenues that we tried was blocked\nSo it's time to put in work with the 10 milly Glock\nAnd in no time flat, had the f**ing money sack\nI'ma guard it all, a hundred G's in my arms\nAll thanks to my n***a\nWho took the most risk even though I was a little bigger\nI thought it would be alright\nJust bust another right and get ghost down the turnpike\nBut a f**ing pig cut him off\nMy n***a won't soft, he let his 9 off\nAnd that'll be the only way I'll take it\nFilled him full of lead and now I'm raising his babies\nNow, the money don't come close\nCause when a friend die, it hurts the most\nWe living thug life\n[Hook: Stretch & 2Pac]\nWhen your n***a dies, it hurts the most\n(Boom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost)\nWhen your n***a dies, it hurts the most\n(Boom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost)\nWhen your n***a dies, it hurts the most\n(Boom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost)\nWhen your n***a dies, it hurts the most\n(Boom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost)",
    "2pac - It Hurts The Most (Remix) lyrics": "[Verse 1: Stretch]\nWoke up one morning and I'm feeling good\nMisunderstood, I'm f**ing kingpin in my neighborhood\nI'm getting money with my n***as\nThe young guns, not the ones pull their f**ing triggas\nIt figures, the phone rang, hamie brang some bad news\nTellin' from the tone of his voice my n***a had the blues\nSaying such and such caught much, ya buckshot\nAnd his body was discovered by the cops\nThe phone dropped, my brain locked in shock\nStarted smoking mad weed but the pain wouldn't stop\nMy n***a, they took my n***a, nah f** that\nWe going on a hunt and when I find him I'm a buck that\nFool 'til he drool and he croak\nI'm runnin' on his block n***a watch the Glock smoke\nProvoke the hit sh** I want my vengeance\nThen I skid off and get away with my intelligence\nAnd then back around the way it's so cold for you\nYeah, gunshots to my fallen crew\n[Hook]\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nRevenge is sweet\nOn the streets, understand me\nGotta retaliate get it straight, locate the n***a's family\nAnd I'm rollin' in my jeep top speed, ready to pull the trigger\nOn any b**h a** n***a, who got weed\nThey k**ed my homie and I'm restless\nGotta get em back\nA n***a with a MAC and a d**h wish\nTears in my eyes, don't cry\nLook up in the sky, wonder why\nDo everybody gotta die\nAnother soulja in a casket\nCan't eat, can't sleep, till I, bury them ba*tards\nHis family is fallin' into pieces, his momma don't understand the madness\nI can't explain the drama\nAnd it hurts the most, when its someone close\nI smoke weed, cause I'm losin' hope\nAnd any dope can see, the ghettos fulla' drug dealers\nBut ain't nobody born a k**a'\nBut it hurts the most\n[Hook]\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\n[Verse 3: Mopreme]\nOne man, drowning in the quick sand\nPut my n***a down with my full proof plan\nOn the other avenues that we tried was blocked\nSo its time to put in work with the 10 milly plot\nAnd in no time flat, had the f**ing money sack\nI'm a guard it all a hundred g's in my arms\nAll thanks to my n***a\nWho took the most risk, even though I was a little bigger\nI thought it would be alright\nJust bust another right and get ghost down a [?]\nBut a f**ing pig cut him off\nMy n***a won't soft, he let his 9 off\nAnd that will be the only way I'll take it \n\n\n\nFilled him full of led and I'm raising his babies\nNow the money don't come close\nCause when a friend dies it hurts the most, we living thug life\n[Hook]\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\n[Verse 4: E-Moneybags]\nIt started from, word to jerry, foes was buried\nStarted cruiteens? adolescence commissaries\nCampless? militants early age, you ain't getting sh**\nAll the thoughts of sleeping with, can't? we would have been living this\nBodies in the river-split, drug kingpins, brothers finger split, apples?? man called him Richie Rich\nThem rollers in Brooklyn was, the stories of me\nNo intent, remind of 50 cent\nFrom for cream? my n***as taught me\nA thug way of life, I was from sumberland? the boys caught me\nThe family came together, lawyer fees was costly\nThat's I'm the general of the click, known as the boss E\nI leave a thought, manifest the reality\nIn the middle of the beef, expect of the casualty\n[Hook]\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\n[Verse 5: Majesty]\nMy n***as gone and they still can't touch this sh**\nSneaking from the grand stand? with the ruckless sh**\nGot the man*script to live\nStay survivors from the flesh of the spirit world always stay the loudess'\nSpittin' out the tightess, so? contraficial arthritis, mayn? ain't no problem we can't solve\nf** a harder semen\nImmortal being\nIt's not a lie cus all ya'll seeing\nThug funkateer, thug life pioneers\nPlayers of the year, we be players of the years\nShifting gears in the drop jag wiping off the tears\nWant my n***as in the flesh here\nf** the chanelling, whisper we all rushing through\nWrecking sh** that gremelin'?\nLike old times, back to back rocking hard rhymes\nHit the tunnel watch chickers? rocker by me shine\nIt still goes on, but it'll never be the same n***as\nStretch, Big Yak, Pac my cup main n***as\n[Hook]\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nWhen your n***a dies it hurts the most\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\n[Outro]\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost\nBoom boom boom got me shootin' at a ghost",
    "2pac - It's Alright lyrics": "[Intro: The Beatles]\nIt's alright\nIt's alright\nIt's It's\nIt's alright\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nThey'll never take me alive, I'm getting high with my four-five\nco*ked on these s**ers, time to die\nEven as a youngster causing ruckus on the back of the bus\nI was a fool all through high school kicking up dust\nBut now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?\nSmoking weed helped me take away the pain\nSo I'm hopeless rolling down the freeway swerving, don't worry\nI'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry\nMaybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?\nI had to feed my f**ing family, what else could I do\nBut be a thug, out slanging with the homies\nf** hanging with them phonies in the club\nGot my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide\nMy city's full of gang bangers and drive bys\nWhy do we die at an early age\nHe was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge\nMy memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts\nAnd I ain't going back to court\nSo f** what you thought, I'm drinking Hennessey\nRunning from my enemies will I live to be 23\nThere's so much pain\n[Hook: The Beatles]\nIt's alright, it feels like years since it's been here\nIt's alright, it's been a long cold lonely winter\nIt's alright, it feels like years since it's been here\nIt's alright, it's been a long cold lonely winter\nIt's alright\n[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]\nWhen I die, f** it, I wanna go to hell\nCause I'm a piece of sh**, it ain't hard to f**ing tell\nIt don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies\nDressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\nGod'll prolly have me on some real strict sh**\nNo sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked\nHanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise\nf** that sh**, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice \n\n\n\nAll my life I been considered as the worst\nLying to my mother, even stealing out her purse\nCrime after crime, from d** to extortion\nI know my mother wished she got a f**ing abortion\nShe don't even love me like she did when I was younger\ns**ing on her chest just to stop my f**ing hunger\nI wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes\nForgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n[Hook: The Beatles]\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nThey got me mobbin like I'm\nLoc'ed and ready to get my slug on\nI load my clip and slip my motherf**in' gloves on\nI ain't scared to blast on these s**as if they test me\nTrust, I got my Glock co*ked playa if they press me\nBust on motherf**ers with a - paaa**ion\nBetter duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - b-b-blaaastin\nI'm a nut an' drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high\nOn the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die\nTell me why cause this stress is gettin' major\nA buck-fifty across the face with my razor\nWhat can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone\nKeep my brain on the game and stay head strong\nThese sorry ba*tards\nWant to k** me in my sleep, I'm real they cannot see\nAnd everyday is just a struggle\nSteady thuggin' on the streets\nAnd I'll be ballin' loc\nDon't let 'em make you worry\nKeep swingin' at these s**as till you buried\nI was born to raise hell, a n***a from the gutta\nWord to mother I'm trapped\nI'm kickin dust up\nReady to bust\nI'm on the scene steady muggin' mean\nUntil they k** me\nI'll be livin this life\nI know you feel me\nThere's so much pain\n[Bridge]\nSun, sun, sun, here it comes\nSun, sun, sun, here it comes\nSun, sun, sun, here it comes\nSun, sun, sun, here it comes\n[Hook: The Beatles]\n[Outro: The Beatles]\nIt's alright\nIt's alright\nIt's alright",
    "2pac - Its Just Another Murder (Miqu Remix) lyrics": "[Hook]\nIt's just another murder\nIt's when we ride on our own kind\nIt's just another murder\nWatchin' our own downfall, witness the end\nIt's just another murder\nIt's when we ride on our own kind\nIt's just another murder\nWatchin' our own downfall, witness the end\n[Verse 1]\nNow sh**'s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots\nCan't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops\nBlack male slipping in hail when will we prevail\nFearing jail but crack sales got me living well\nAnd the system's suicidal with this Thug's Life\nStaying strapped forever trapped in this drug life\nGod help me, cause I'm starving, can't get a job\nSo I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard\nCan't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt\nPut in work and shed tears for my dead peers\nMislead from childhood where I went astray\nTill this day I still pray for a better way\nCan't help but feel hopeless and heart-broke\nFrom the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark\nCouldn't quit the bullsh** make me represent\nHit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went\n[Hook]\nIt's just another murder\nIt's when we ride on our own kind\nIt's just another murder\nWatchin' our own downfall, witness the end \n\n\n\nIt's just another murder\nIt's when we ride on our own kind\nIt's just another murder\nWatchin' our own downfall, witness the end\n[Verse 2]\nAnd I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die\nCaught strays from AK's and the drive-by\nSwollen pride and homicide, don't coincide\nBrothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside\nCause our block is filled with danger\nUsed to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers\nTime changes us to stone them crack pipes\nAll up and down the block exterminating black life\nBut I can't blame the dealers\nMy mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels\nsh**'s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy\nA single mother with a problem child, daddy free\nHanging out picking up game, sipping cheap liquor\nGamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with her\nIt's a man's world, staying strapped\nFantasies of a n***a living phat\n[Hook]\nIt's just another murder\nIt's when we ride on our own kind\nIt's just another murder\nWatchin' our own downfall, witness the end\nIt's just another murder\nIt's when we ride on our own kind\nIt's just another murder\nWatchin' our own downfall, witness the end",
    "2pac - Jada lyrics": "U R the omega of my heart\nThe foundation 4 my conception of Love\nWhen I think of what a black woman should be\nIts u that I First think of\nU will never fully understand\nHow Deeply my Heart Feels 4 u \n\n\n\nI worry that we'll grow apart\nAnd I'll end up losing u\nU bring me 2 climax without s**\nAnd u do it all with regal grace\nU r my heart in Human Form\nA Friend I could never replace",
    "2pac - Jealous Got Me Strapped lyrics": "[Intro: Spice 1 & (2Pac)]\n(Spice here's them n***as now yo\nHit that sh**, hit that sh**\nWhere ya'll n***as going now\nWhere the f** ya'll going now)\nDamn ain't this a b**h ya all got me f**ed up\nOn this old playa hatin' a** sh**\nKnow what I'm sayin'? Understand me?\nWhen I was broke ya'll n***as didn't give a f**\nIf I was pissin' on myself, or sh**tin' off the Bay Bridge, n***a\nNow you in my muthaf**in' mix talkin' that old crazy sh**\nThat's alright cause I'm gonna bust a cap in that a**\nMe and Pac goin' to let you know about\nThat old playa hatin' a** sh** though\n[Verse 1: Spice 1]\nYa see these jealous motherf**as they be playin' me G\nLike a s**er a** n***a see\nThat ain't feeling me\nIt ain't easy to k** a G\nA motherf**in' player from tha F, A to the C\nBack stabbers in the muthaf**in' place\nSmilin' in my face\nI got my hand on my gun\nCause they got me on the run\nSpice motherf**in' one\nKnown for leavin' bodies numb\nI'm a G motherf**er, can't you see\nI'm a G\nRollin' deep with my fat fo-fo Uzi\nI comes with a big fat gat\nAnd hollow point clip\nAnd quick to be a soldier by my sh**\nSo n***a don't try no mo' sh**\nNo ho sh** cause when I was broke\nn***a didn't give a f** about my status\nNow that I'm at this\nI'm loc'd out and livin' lavish\nSo f** the gun control\nI'm about to bust a cap n***a\n[Hook]\nJealous got me strapped\n(I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run)\nJealous got me strapped\n(I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run)\nJealous got me strapped\n(I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run)\nJealous got me strapped\n(I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nNow n***as know that the jealous got me strapped\nThat's mean close to the edge\nI got the cops and the feds, on my back\nAnd there's no way that I'm giving up\nI rather bury you b**hes\nCause ain't no marks, finna worry my riches\nIf I catch your a** in traffic\nYou best to pull for your pistol and open fire or get blasted (boo yah)\nCuz I'll be damned if I, drop\nIt don't stop \n\n\n\nI'm boxin' motherf**ers with my Glock\nA skinny a** never had a penny a** n***a\nI figure, my Mossberg pump will show them punks who's bigger (blah)\nAnd even if I did fall, I'll still ball\nI'm bustin' motherf**ers with my back against the wall\n'til these jealous a** b**hes k** me\nI'll be thuggin' like a motherf**er, n***a feel me\nAnd ain't no time for mistakes\nSo homies watch ya back\nCause these jealous a** tricks got me strapped\n[Hook]\nJealous got me strapped\n(I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run)\nJealous got me strapped\n(I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run)\nJealous got me strapped\n(I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run)\nJealous got me strapped\n(I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run)\n[Verse 3: Spice 1]\nHomie ya know if I don't be runnin' with my strap\nThen I might get blasted\nGet blasted or blast\nThat's how I'm livin'\nSo I blast and blast the ba*tard\nI can't be worried about no jail time\nCause n***as they tryin' to take my head\nI can't have sh** if a n***a dead\nSo I bust back and break the b**h n***a off proper\nWith a four-four take nine a chopper\nAnd try and decapitate a n***as arms from his shoulders\nThese jealous n***as don't know they f**in' around with a soldier\nI don't be slippin'\nSo n***a don't wait for me ta fall\nAnd if I got enough hallow tip will smoke 'em all, y'all\nEnvious n***as prepare to fly off ya feet\nCause I'm comin' with some muthaf**in' heat\nPlaya, so keep ya aim straight and hit a n***a on tha first shot\nCause I'm a be tryin' to make your muthaf**in' heart stop\nAnd don't be screamin' out for your family b**h\nCause it was your choice that we jump into this gangsta sh**\n[Hook]\nJealous got me strapped\n(I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run)\nJealous got me strapped\n(I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run)\nJealous got me strapped\n(I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run)\nJealous got me strapped\n(I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run)",
    "2pac - Judgement Day (OG) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow ever since I was a young scrub\nI was a thug on the corner with my n***as slanging, d**\nAnd runnin' from the NARCs when they pa** by, don't ask why\nI'm a hustler, 'til my a** die\nEven when they do come up, I'll be ready when they run up, huh\nI'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh\nIt's 2Pac and the Mad b**h\nIn the '64 rag on them thangs that's a bad b**h\nGetting ghost on them b**hes in the town\nBustin' out the backseat n***a when we clown\nHomie is you down?\nDee got the strap and she anxious\nHurry up 'fore she spanks sh**\nComin' round the corner spittin' rounds\nThey can't hold me down\nCaught them s**er a** b**hes out of bounds\nNow tell me how that sound\nA double date laced with hate\nMake 'em pray for the judgement day\nStinkin' biaatch\n[Verse 2: Dee Tha Mad b**h]\nLook like today is Judgement and I'm bucking\nEverybody's in shock\nIt's the Dee and the 'Pac, coming equipped with that rough sh**\nNo matter what you get that a** f**ed up in the worst way\nSlay, like hit 'em all day\nI'm not the b**h to be f**ing with\nYou besta think twice\nSee I'm a veteran in this street life\nI'm doing wars so f** the wife\nYou only live one time in this [?]\nThat's why I'm going for mine\nMake a mill, life's a living hell\nYou gotta make all you can make if I'm not making it then I'm taking your sh**\nCause we down till the last days\nAnd every minute of this living sh** has got me going crazy\nEveryday of my life I got called for my attitude\nIt was my habit let me coming rude\nIn time, now it's hard to find, why we life this way \n\n\n\nJudgement day\n[Verse 3: Mopreme]\nWho the f** are you to try and judge me?\nGoing for a young G, get you before you get me\nMotherf**er's no joke let the barrel smoke chump\nI got the Mossberg 12 in my trench coat\nSinging my song for freedom, bomb or bust\nWe can run the old sh**, what the f**?\nSurviving on stretch, twenty minutes now stressed on the chest is steal get laid to rest\nWe get it from the Cops and the n***as that's b**h made\n\"sh** Don't Stop\" have to cut your a** sideways\nn***a it's a N World\nCause it's all out, so motherf**ing high they 'bout to fall out\nAnd you expect me to live like you\nAnd your silly a** don't know what to do\nHuh, I'd rather fight back, and get the sh** hot\nBlow yo' a** out the spot, on Judgement day\n[Verse 4: Stretch]\nUh, ghetto's the back bone, streets the crack zone\nThugs cracking Mac's where we roam kid\nCausing destruction, and mayhem, snitches we spray 'em\nAnd Narcs staying strapped cause we blaze them\nTryna find and easy way to a meal ticket\nAnd do it \"Thugstyle\" like a G and still kick it\nAnd bringing wicked\nI'm living raw straight play by the [?]\nBut I runs out of d** no more\nSo let the coke pour on the scale boy\nLets get this mail boy\nAnd keep it on the low avoid jail boy\nAnd f** the G's in the motherf**ing Pen'\nThe news flash \"Thug Life Wrecking sh** Again\"\nAnd f**ing sh** again and again motherf**er\nThe Young to the Guns straight causing mad ruckus\nI might get popped, but that's the price I gotta pay\nA n***a going out on my f**ing Judgement day, out",
    "2pac - Just a Breath of Freedom (4 Nelson Mandela) lyrics": "Held captive 4 your politics\nThey wanted 2 break your soul\nThey ordered the extermination\nof all minds they couldn't control\n4 u the fate was far worse\nthan just a brutal homicide\nThey caged u like an animal\nand watched u slowly die inside\nAs u Breathe your first air of freedom \n\n\n\non the day u become a free man\nRaise your Regal Brow in Pride\n4 now you R in God's Hands\nThe life of many were given\nso that the day would one day come\nThat the devils in Power at Pretoria\nwould pay for the evil crimes they've done",
    "2pac - Just Like Daddy lyrics": "Outlaws (go 'head) in this.\nMakaveli the don up in this.\nNo doubt.\nd**h row, makaveli the don\nYou could call me daddy.\nI'll be your daddy.\nThat's right just like daddy.\nFor the ladies.\nCome with me any time you roll.\nDedicate slow jams on the radio.\nI know you're happy, i could feel your pa**ion.\nLookin out for ya just like daddy.\nCome on.\nSunshine turns to rain.\nBaby i could take away your pain.\nIf ya trust me.\nClose your eyes and feel the magic.\nNever leave when ya need me.\nI'll do ya just like daddy.\nI met her when she was young.\nHer real daddy died when she was younger.\nHere mom let her do what she please.\nSaid no one loved her.\nHer eyes shining. love. a diamond in the rough.\nThe kind that you could love.\nNot yet touched but so much potential.\nYoungster, let me guide your mental into a place\nWhere sourness and pain you'll never taste.\nBy god's grace you was born with that face.\nNothin but pure beauty.\nSo for an eternity i feel it's my duty to be a soulja.\nYeah, baby, got plans to mold ya.\nAnd the coldest nights is when i hold ya.\nLike i'm supposed to.\nAs we grow closer, i'll take you hand gladly.\nAnything you need, ask me.\nSpoil my baby girl just like daddy.\nTo alliviate the stress spendin time wit you.\nI feel blessed. when you gone, feel the pain so strong deep in my chest.\nWhen i got arrested, came so close to goin to jail.\nFlowin blows at the po-po, breakin the nails.\nScreamin loud, goin all out. damn, i did it.\nYou stay locked down at mom's house, watchin the kids.\nThrough the whole ? in the vi. i see ya daily.\nWhen my fake homies try to f** you, you run and tell me.\nThat's why i stay committed. i thank god every time i hit it.\nHopin you'll forgive me for the times i bullsh**ted.\n\n\n\nMe and you against the world. we untouchable.\nScreamin like you're dying every time i'm f**in you.\nYou never had a father or a family.\nBut i'll be there. no need to fear so much insanity.\nAnd through the years i know you gave me your heart and plus\nWhen i'm dirt broke and f**ed up, ya still love me.\n~chorus repeats~\nBoo, would ya die for me? down holdin my pistol. gettin high wit me.\nSounds tougher than bristols. but when you cry, i be your tissue.\nBack in the county writin letters how i miss you\nGivin you credit, apologetic how i dissed you.\nCuz you fore thinkin like a minor and on a level of this some time\nOf daddy ready to wine ya and dine you. lace ya for totin vagina\nAnd still be right behind ya. true\nLike me and you, no tellin what we could do\nGettin high between the sheets. put the sh** right here, discreet.\nPuttin hickeys on your belly while we f**in on the beach.\nI love it when you run up and grab me.\nI feel for ya badly. baby girl, just like daddy.\nSurely, i lend my hand out to help your lost soul.\nLookin for shelter on a late night. accept it:\nTreat your girl don't disrespect her.\nMy age is young. out of place, b**h. callin daisies done.\nFrom a tripsy to a missy. ya know i raised ya hon.\nPlaced her under my wing, showed ya how we swing.\nNow she rollin blunts for a king. one they label thug mrs.\nThe essence of my ghetto sisters. hugs and kisses.\nThis is for me to me to be a father figure.\n~chorus repeats~\nThrow your hands up.\nPut your hands up.\nWhere my siters?\nWhere my sisters at?\nThrow yor hands in the air.\nOutlawz in this motha f**a.\nNo doubt.\nKadafi. hussein. makaveli. napoleon. norman.\nIdy. kastro. camilion. storm.\nPut your hands in the motha f**in air\n",
    "2pac - Just Watching lyrics": "(2Pac talking)n***as be paranoid looking at a n***a all crazy Im just looking Im just looking baby\nCome On\n(DPG talking)All I need is some henny\n(2Pac)\nTo me its hard to tell what you really want\nQuit acting mean to me\nYou teasing me the way you flaunt\nBut you aint hearing me\nSincerely Im so attracted pictures of target practice\nMaking love on my mattress visions getting graphic\nSo realistic you could grab it Its a proven fact\nBaby gotta have it\nMy love making quite magic\nTrix is for kids bunny rabbit \n\n\n\nLet a man have it\nBut youd be satisfied if you tried my habit\nHigh performance hard to handle\nThinking in the bubble bath while Im burning candles\nSex me like the slow song\nIf f**ing you is bad baby then Im so wrong\nMy feelings so strong\nI keep staring like you cant see me\nI never planned a scam my thoughts ran freely\nThere's no need to be paranoid\nAint nothing popping\nI aint worried bout your man baby girl cause Im just watching\nChorusx5\nJust watching not buying anything",
    "2pac - k**a lyrics": "[Repeat X4]\n\"k**a\"\n[Ray Dogg aka Benzino]\nIt's the return of the troublemaker, cause they couldn't keep me cuffed up\nI be a dog so I'm never getting ruffed up\nI grab a motherf**ing trigger of an M1\nYou get DONE, this ain't a f**ing water gun\nCause I'm a bad boy, so you know the kid goes\nInto a thing when I let another n***a know\nI get wrecked on a crew if they diss\nCause 2Pac and Foxxx'll die for this\nI don't GO for it, never have and never will\nI call shots for my crew, if you step you get k**ed\nAnd f** doing things in an orderly fashion\nLet your a** do the walking, I let my fingers do the blasting\nAnd don't never think a n***a take shorts\nCause I'm in the rap game, ain't NOTHING changed\nWe're all k**ers just to say the least\nf** cuties, Ray Dogg to beasts\nYo, I'm a k**a...\n[Hook]\nDon't f** with a {*X7*}\n\"k**a\"\n[2Pac]\nSick, thicker than most of these tricks\nI got my mind on making money but you stuck on these fake b**hes\nI stay blunted and never fronted and I doubt if I do\nCause if I did then I'd get beat up by f**ing crew\nA real n***a since you figure that you ready to box\nYou catch knots from my n***a Freddie Foxxx\nUh, you don't really want none from 'Pac\nCause I be strapped with a Glock\nAnd throw thangs like I'm born to pop\nI hit this motherf**ing gin and I be all in\nHell yeah, young n***a straight balling\nAnd everybody wants to see if I'm a G\nWeighing 165 and I'm high till I f**ing die \n\n\n\nThug Life in this motherf**er catching wreck\nBig Stretch hit me off when I hit the set\nBut now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I feel a\nn***a tryna see if I'm a k**er, come on\n[Hook] {X2}\n[Freddie Foxxx]\nI put the guns where the bums sleep in alleys with the rats\nAnd little old ladies and babies are busting gats\nMy motherf**ing looks override my style\nCause sometimes the militant may even crack a smile\nBut don't sleep cause you see my teeth n***a\nI be creeping like a jack, then blat-blat-blat with the mack\nSo many n***as died last year\nCause they was popping sh** that I didn't want to hear\nCheck it yo, I been down with gangs, rolled with big budgets\nBut I was busting techs while they was eating lunches\nI run up on your a** quick-quick, flick, check ya\nSmack ya in the face then disrespect ya\n'Fore I met 2Pac, I Ray Dogg down wrecked ya\nI bite ya in the face like Hannibal Lecter\nThen I slide by to dip from the cops\nBut if they wanna rumble with the Foxxx then they get shot\nYou wanna come to town? I'm bringing lollipops for you nutters\nAnd some of you motherf**ers is cold s**ers\nHow many licks does it take for me to find ya?\nBang one, bang two, yeah, I'm right behind ya\nBring in my scope, the infrared is beaming on your dome\nBoom-boom-boom, yeah you gone\n[Hook] {X2}\n[Freddie Foxxx]\nAll you n***as that died f**ing with a goddamn k**er...\n[Repeat to end]\n\"k**a\"",
    "2pac - k**ing Fields lyrics": "[2Pac Talking]\nHey who ya'll wanna f**?\nK say he wanna f** da brat\nYak said he wanna f** somebody in the ?\nThat n***a malc said he wanna f** Aaliyah, f** it\nMutah said he wanna f** Toni Braxton like a muthaf**er hahahaha\nThat's right n***a, get paid\nWho's that?\nBig Malcolm\nLiving like a G\nHollywood\nUp top with a 5th of Hennessey\nMutah\nSaid you love beating b**hes live\nK-Dog\nOn the real gettin' high\nLabel us the young thugs\nn***as leave with much mail\nf** hoes, f** the law, and f** jail\nYoung n***as never had a prayer to prevail\nThese k**ing fields can be hell\n[Verse 1: Edi Mean]\nYou see its uh complicated\nWe grew up crime related\nFrom watchin' them old folks smoke dope\nYo it left us faded\nBut on the k**ing fields\nAs real as some n***as chill\nRealize and recognizin'\nYou survive if you got bigger steel\nThen it was only a minute till our time was coming\nYo it was at the point\nDon't have no run ins with those f**ing youngins\nSee all the grown ups was dead or smoked up\nLeft with no game to soak up\nWe said f** it and loc'd up\nBack to the street to escape it\nAnd to make beats\nBut then there would be those who'd be rich if we didn't did it\nMurder but ain't nobody feel us\nStill now its too late\nWe ain't nothing but bait for them k**in' fields\n[Hook]\nGotta keep my eyes on the steel\nCan't be the next victim of the k**ing fields\nBut if I must, then I guess I just will\nSo I'mma bust, and kick dust when it is\nGotta keep my eyes on the steel\nCan't be the next victim of the k**ing fields\nBut if I must, then I guess I just will\nSo I'mma bust, and kick dust when it is\n[Verse 2: K-Dogg]\nI came through lookin up to who\nThe high rollers with the gold chains\nBut now as I look back and think about my wishes\nSeeing them same k**in n***as turn to snitches\nSo I stay high and suspicious\nOh these fields can get real f**in vicious\nI know you feel me\nIf you n***a how you can't\nI'm gettin hot and lick a shot when im amped\nAnd I ain't got nothing on my mind but my riches\nBury me a G ain't got time for no b**hes (b*atch)\nThinkin they f**in with a n***a on heels\nBaby I must keep it real\nFor my n***as on these k**in fields\n[Hook]\nGotta keep my eyes on the steel \n\n\n\nCan't be the next victim of the k**ing fields\nBut if I must, then I guess I just will\nSo I'mma bust, and kick dust when it is\nGotta keep my eyes on the steel\nCan't be the next victim of the k**ing fields\nBut if I must, then I guess I just will\nSo I'mma bust, and kick dust when it is\n[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]\nNow I can get through this\nAin't nothing to this\nMatter of fact many if not plenty more\nMuthaf**as be alive\nIf they knew this\nI keeps my sh** wicked\nThrow your hands in the muthaf**in' air as I kick it\nTryin' to see a meal ticket before I'm gone\nPapa never got the chance to tell me it was on\nSo now I?m torn\nTrapped between the devils curse and a hearse\nLeft with nothing but childhood pictures in my grandmamas purse\nNow I strap up for the showdown\nGrab my four pound and some more rounds\nBet these thugs would love to slug\nSo get low down\nWords can't express how I feel for my steel\nOn these muthaf**in' k**in' fields\n[Hook]\nGotta keep my eyes on the steel\nCan't be the next victim of the k**ing fields\nBut if I must, then I guess I just will\nSo I'mma bust, and kick dust when it is\nGotta keep my eyes on the steel\nCan't be the next victim of the k**ing fields\nBut if I must, then I guess I just will\nSo I'mma bust, and kick dust when it is\n[Verse 4: Napolean]\nn***a you better duck when I run up\nAnd throw your f**in' gun up\nOr be the next n***a to get tore up\nStatic is what they starting\nMoney is what I'm hoggin'\nBlocked as f**, somebody better start talking\nBest to believe I will bury ya\nOr be the next n***a to be dead in your area\nI'm scarier\nAin't nothing spooky about this sh** here\nTruth 'll be but now you gots to pay your b**h\nPlaya who strapped with best to believe\nI'm yelling thug life when I pull the trigger\nI throw you lights when I blast\nI Tear a hole in your a**, f**ing hole in your a**\n[Hook]\nGotta keep my eyes on the steal\nCan't be the next victim of the k**ing fields\nBut if I must, then I guess I just will\nSo I'mma bust, and kick dust when it is\nGotta keep my eyes on the steal\nCan't be the next victim of the k**ing fields\nBut if I must, then I guess I just will\nSo I'mma bust, and kick dust when it is",
    "2pac - k**uminati lyrics": "[2Pac]\nLet it be prophesized; ni**az'll die because ya crew's goon\nAround the way ni**az get murdered by the full moon\nHeard it in whispered tones\nni**az is bold and they choose to roll\nI k** em all, watch now ni**a truth be told\nWestside was the war cry, look how they scatter\nni**az dyin by my 30-yard, brains'll splatter\nWonder why these ni**az cross me\nI'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me\nNow diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for reasons\nHard to k** a ni**a cause I'm comin back like Jesus\nBow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases\nLookin at my congregation so full of thug faces\nMomma gave a ni**a breath, a life of stress\nI invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step\nLabel me a threat\nand I ain't even got started with this s**t yet\nThug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a ridah\nEvery ni**a breathin pay attention\nBout to show you motherf**kers how it feel, to drop a body\nThe simple gun to my lifestyle, k**uminati\n[Chorus: Kastro + 2Pac]\n[Kas] Yo Makaveli they can't stop you\n[Pac] Hold it down\n[Kas] k**uminati and we got you, got you\nYo Makaveli they can't stop you\n[Pac] Hold it down\n[Kas] k**uminati and we got you, got you\nYo Makaveli they can't stop you\n[Pac] Hold it down\n[Kas] k**uminati and we got you, got you\nYo Makaveli they can't stop you\n[Pac] Hold it down\n[Kas] k**uminati and we got you, got you\n[2Pac]\nAfter the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain\nEven though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again\nTil I make it yo; my military be prepared for them bustaz\nSimilar to, bi**hes that scary, get too near me we rushin\nVisions of over-packed prisons, fiends and ni**az thug livin\nPressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us\nThey pull the heater ammunition it cranks, psssh\nMove without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place\nThey got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin\nIt's like I'm - dreamin, see in season me ballin\nParticipated in felonious behavior\nco*k the co*ked fo'-five, snatchin ni**az pagers\nLabeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit\nWe started out drinkin 40's, moved to harder s**t\nGod damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man\nni**a got my own plan, and it's called k**uminati\n[Chorus (w/ minor variations)] \n\n\n\n[E.D.I. Amin]\nI spend most of my time bankin ni**az\nbecause they hate a ni**a, comin across fake ni**az\nBut we made ni**az, old school and I'm thinkin\nY'all some bi**h made ni**az and you steadily sinkin\nO-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin f**kin with that\nWe bustin back comin back for the stacks\nLaugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper\nGivin them f**kers tool whips, I rule haters\nY'all can't fade us, we k** steal and peal quickly\nThe boss ni**az, definitely, put it down strictly\nE.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me\nk** em all for shortie, ninety-nine k**uminati\n[Kadafi]\nThey got me thinkin strugglin and hustling's my only fate\nToppin grams on the kichen plate, tryin to keep that money straight\nTimes is rollin three up these streets sleep\nBut when I crack, hammer co*ked back rapped in my sheets\nMy life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts\nGot a package from the devil, payin my deeds\nPreocuppied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead\nMore funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze\nMe and my thugs clock G's simpin naughty thangs\nReal as these tatt's on my body, and it's k**uminati\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\nMakaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain\nHold it down, hold it down\nMakaveli up in this bi**h, worldwide mash, Westside\nMakaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain\nThe question we ask, do you know what time it is?\nHold it down, hold it down\nYou know what type of s**t we be\nMakaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain\nYou want that hip-hop real\nIt's that hip-hop that's real\nHold it down, hold it down\nHip-hop that's worldwide, feel?\nMakaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain\nf**k with me ni**a you get k**ed!\nHold it down, hold it down\nIt don't get no realer than this\nMakaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain\nWhat's my motherf**kin name ni**a?\nHold it down, hold it down\nMy ni**az we all bad\nMakaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain\nWhat's my muh'f**kin name ni**a?\nHold it down, hold it down\nWhat's my muh'f**kin name?\nMakaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain\nOutlawz in this bi**h\nRap pro at his finest\nMakaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain\nRepeat! d**h Row at it's finest\nni**a, you know what time it is\nMakaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain..\nOutlawz..\n",
    "2pac - Kalifornia (Remix) 12'' lyrics": "[Woman + man talking]\nWelcome to California\nRemix! Remix! Remix! Remix! Remix!\n[Mack 10 talking]\nUh, West Coast, Mack 10, Sly Boogy and the rest of the homies\nLook..\n[Verse 1: Mack 10]\nSee I was raised at the gutter\nAnd no matter what happened I got that raw cane & water\nI ain't dependin' on rappin'\nAnd I ain't wit the disrespect, watch ya mouth when ya yappin'\nI grab the homies and some bullies, hit ya block and start slappin'\nAnd I got so much aqua, my traps got floods on it\nGettin' that rubber band money and who cares if Bloods is on it?\nMack 10, one of the few West Coasters to shine\nAnd most of them got the mainstream, the hood is mine\n[Verse 2: Jayo Felony]\nMan, I'm quick to tell a k**er that I'm iller than he is\nSee, and I'm a G since it's me and my peeps, please\nLook I'm the quickest no stitches, hit switches\nAnd I love these witches that be gobblin' snobbishness\nWe takin' wrist watches, we be plottin' on change main\nWhy did I hit you up? Homie this is the gang thang\nCan't hang with us gorillas, you just an orangutan\nSly and Bullet Loco gone bring these k**ers PAIN!\n[Verse 3: Sly Boogy]\nRight, alright, hold up, trip (ha ha!)\nMe and my n***as came to blow up sh** (yeeah)\nAnd show these n***as how to flow that spit (yeeah)\nAnd quit actin' like some hoe-a** tricks (Sly Boogy!)\nFool, you know who the hell it is (yeeah)\nI'm clickin' up wit all my cousins and relatives\nAnd you could roll wit us and rep yo' block\nAnd we could show these motherf**ers how the West Coast rock!\nSo come on\n[Chorus: Butch Ca**idy, Truth Hurts] + (Sly Boogy)\nEverybody all around the world (yeah)\nAll the little baby boys and girls (alright)\nCan't sleep cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California!\nAll the seeds all across the globe\nPeople comin' from coast to coast\nFor the show cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California!\n[Verse 4: E-40]\nTalk to me, I talk back, ain't no need to explain\nY'all know my name\nY'all know who this is rappin' over this steel trap\nY'all know it's the man wit the slang\nUse no pedal when pushin' that cane \n\n\n\nEverything that I ever sold in the street it was top grade\nMagazines, three mics, sprinkle truth in the game, spit the venom\nEvery rapper got a little E-40 up in em\nEvery rapper off the heezy fo' sheezy\nI thought you plot em wit Jigga down\nFor sh** got down\n[Verse 5: Kurupt]\nSwitches, b**hes, chrome deep dishes\nImpalas, pop collars and pop collar bones\nIt's California, Gangstaville, in ya mouth, all up on ya\nCologne, you California\nI'm Chuck All Stars, chronic sack, skull hat, Nissan truck\nNot to give a f**, Kurupt\n86 gang bang, World War III\nThunder Dome, Crenshaw, Chemical Ali\nCalifornia n***a!\n[Chorus: Butch Ca**idy, Truth Hurts] + (Sly Boogy)\n[Verse 6: Crooked I]\nThe women hop in the whip\nThey love the way the speakers be subbin' in eight places\nI represent Cali like Governor Gray Davis\nOn roller coaster rims, I own my own company pal\nI'm slangin' spinners, how you lovin' me now\nIn L.A. you gotta be do or die in junior high\nHe's Sly, I'm Crooked I and we ride - you know?!\nAnd I'm d**h Row, heartless and lethal\nYou seen Menace to Society, I should start in the sequel\nYeeah\n[Verse 7: Roscoe]\nBlaze up the sticky dro, raise up the '64\nSittin' low at the liquor store\nHe's better than generous, inconsiderate\nOn a shwe wit a cigarette\nYou know that n***a Young Roscoe rollin' in the Cadillac\nRag on these (on these)\nI got my Khak**ac (Khakis) saggin' wit the crease\nAnd everybody wanna know like, \"what's up wit Sco?\"\nIt's Y.A. k**afornia!\n[Verse 8: 2Pac]\nKnow for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me\nAnd nah it ain't the d**, it's the straight thug n***a in me\nI swoop down and cause havoc\nMy rapid delivery is automatic, lettin' n***as have it\nI been labelled as a thug n***a\nSince they don't sell my sh** to white folks, ship it to the drug dealers\nAnd catch a, catch a n***a worldwide\nA f**ing Mob Figga, West Coast who ride!\n[Chorus: Butch Ca**idy, Truth Hurts] + (Sly Boogy)\n[Woman + man talking]\nWe hope you have enjoyed your stay (stay, stay)\nThink about this stuff (think about this stuff)",
    "2pac - Keep Goin' (feat. Fatal Hussein) lyrics": "[Intro: Girl]\nI mean what?\nPeople going crazy over this?\n[2Pac talking]\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible\nI give a f**, what you thought, or who you brought witchu?\nA Bad Boy k**er, Biggie annihilator\nThey wonderin' why he breathin', but b**hes is dyin' later\nBetter laugh now, then cry when I come to get you\nI hit you with two Glocks, and leave you with scar tissue\nOn some loco sh**, my pistol smoke yo' sh**\nLet's go for dolo b**h, and watch me flow yo' sh**\nMr., Makaveli movin' pieces like telekinesis\nIt's like a chess game, let's play wit' real pieces\nShots rang and n***as brains was spilled\nAnother Bad Boy affiliator n***a was k**ed\nI hit the funeral and busted his folks\nAnd leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\n[Hook: Hussein Fatal & 2Pac]\nDon't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin' \n\n\n\n[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]\nsh**, still grindin for the chips\nI come from the clear but you can find him in the bricks\nMe, I was the diamond in the sticks\nAnd him, he hatin' and still whinin' 'cuz I'm grindin' with his b**h\nOut shinin' with the sixth, I'ma blind him with the fifth\nHe still sellin' nicks, what he tryin' to throw a disc?\nI promise you'll be lyin' on your strip\n'Cuz copyin' my style, whippin' any 9 you can get\nNo crime on the strip, just dimes of the pit\nNo gimmicks to my music, you be lyin' when you spit\nOutta line you get gripped, I'ma find you a ditch\nRight next to your OG, do your time with a snitch\nAnd I tell 'em all the time you a b**h\nA real life p**y, hit the strip, go and find you a dick\nMan this n***a outta line who is this?\nI'm tempted to put his mind on his kicks\nLet the 9 do the trick, yeah\n[Hook: Hussein Fatal & 2Pac]\nDon't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'",
    "2pac - Keep Goin' (Nu-Mixx Remix) lyrics": "[Intro: Girl]\nI mean what?\nPeople going crazy over this?\n[2Pac talking]\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible\nI give a f**, what you thought, or who you brought witchu?\nA Bad Boy k**er, Biggie annihilator\nThey wonderin' why he breathin', but b**hes is dyin' later\nBetter laugh now, then cry when I come to get you\nI hit you with two Glocks, and leave you with scar tissue\nOn some loco sh**, my pistol smoke yo' sh**\nLet's go for dolo b**h, and watch me flow yo' sh**\nMr., Makaveli movin' pieces like telekinesis\nIt's like a chess game, let's play wit' real pieces\nShots rang and n***as brains was spilled\nAnother Bad Boy affiliator n***a was k**ed\nI hit the funeral and bust at his folks\nAnd leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\n[Hook: Hussein Fatal & 2Pac]\nDon't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin' \n\n\n\n[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]\nsh**, still grindin for the chips\nI come from the clear but you can find him in the bricks\nMe, I was the diamond in the sticks\nAnd him, he hatin' and still whinin' 'cuz I'm grindin' with his b**h\nOut shinin' with the sixth, I'ma blind him with the fifth\nHe still sellin' nicks, what he tryin' to throw a disc?\nI promise you'll be lyin' on your strip\n'Cuz copyin' my style, whippin' any 9 you can get\nNo crime on the strip, just dimes of the pit\nNo gimmicks to my music, you be lyin' when you spit\nOutta line you get gripped, I'ma find you a ditch\nRight next to your OG, do your time with a snitch\nAnd I tell 'em all the time you a b**h\nA real life p**y, hit the strip, go and find you a dick\nMan this n***a outta line who is this?\nI'm tempted to put his mind on his kicks\nLet the 9 do the trick, yeah\n[Hook: Hussein Fatal & 2Pac]\nDon't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'\nDon't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep goin'\nIt don't stop, keep goin'",
    "2pac - Keep on Movin' lyrics": "[Intro - K. Jayz]\nThis for all the motherf**ers who went through the same sh** I went through\nNobody would tell you that your life could be better\n[Verse 1 - K. Jayz]\nI know you need some motivation just to get you through the day\nNobody can blame ya\nEverybody saying you ain't sh**\nNow you starting to believe it, because you ain't rich\nOr you ain't f**ing with the clique that you say you down with\nYou don't agree with the sh** they do\nYou despise it\nNow deep down, I know part of you wants to try it\nI know you do, don't lie\nDon't even deny it\nBut now they throw you away like a tornado\nThey thinking that you awkward, but you got something to say tho\nIt take courage to stand up on your own two feet\nLord knows nobody would stand up for me\nNow I'm here to tell you to keep moving on\nAll the haters in your past, they'll be mad that you won\nEven if you alone, at least you still did it\nJust remember I'll be here anytime you wanna kick it\n[Hook - Dave Hollister & 2Pac]\nOoh, child, things are gonna get easier (Keep ya head up)\nKeep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter (Ohhh!) (Gotta keep ya head up)\nKeep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (Gotta keep ya head up)\nKeep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter\n[Verse 2 - K. Jayz]\nI know too many kids that be dropping out of high school\nFor no apparent reason, except they think that it's cool\nWe need to better for ourselves as a generation\nThe younger generation don't even have an imagination\nThey too busy with technology to even know how to talk publically\nSo they awkward socially \n\n\n\nI really be looking to change myself\nAnd change hip hop from making music for the wealth\nIf a man treating you wrong, you should replace him\nCause he only tryna play games and make you chase him\nDon't be falling for his wise tactics\nCause he's fake lover like a magician pulling hat tricks\nI don't know much more time I got on Earth\nSo I know that I gotta rock the mic for eternity\nAt least until the end of me\nIt's gonna take the man in me to change this society\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3 - 2Pac]\nAnd uh, to all the ladies having babies on they own\nI know it's kinda rough and you're feeling all alone\nDaddy's long gone and he left you by your lonesome\nThank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em\nCause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure\nAnd if you fall, stand tall and come back for more\nCause ain't nothing worse than when your son\nWants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'\nYou can't complain you was dealt this\nHell of a hand without a man, feeling helpless\nBecause there's too many things for you to deal with\nDying inside, but outside you're looking fearless\nWhile the tears is rolling down your cheeks\nYa steady hoping things don't fall down this week\nCause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me\nI was given this world I didn't make it\nAnd now my son's getting older and older and cold\nFrom having the world on his shoulders\nWhile the rich kids is driving Benz\nI'm still trying to hold on to surviving friends\nAnd it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but\nPlease, you got to keep your head up",
    "2pac - Keep Ya Head Up lyrics": "Little something for my god son elija and a little girl named koreem\nSome say tha blacker tha berry\nTha sweeter tha juice\nI say, tha darker tha flesh and tha deeper tha roots\nI give a hollar to my sisters on welfare\nTupac cares, but don't nobody else care\nI know they like ta beat ya down a lot\nAnd when ya come around tha block brothers clown a lot\nBut please don't cry, dry ya eyes\nNever let up\nForgive but don't forget girl keep ya head up\nAnd when he tells you you ain't nothin\nDon't believe him\nAnd if he can't learn ta love ya, you should leave him\nCuz sister you don't need him\nI ain't tryin ta gash up, but i just callem how i see 'em\nYa know what makes me unhappy\nWhen brothers make babies\nAnd leave a young mother ta be unhappy\nAnd since we all came from a woman\nGot our name from a woman\nAnd out game from a woman\nI wonder why we take from our women\nWhy we rape our women\nDo we hate our women ?\nI think it's time ta k** for our women\nTime ta heal our women\nBe real to our women\nAnd if we don't\nWe'll have a race of babies\nThat will hate tha ladies that make tha babies\nAnd since a man can't make one\nHe has no right ta tell a woman when and where ta create one\nSo will tha real men get up\nI know your fed up ladies\nBut keep ya head up\nChorus\nEeewww child things are gonna get easier\nEeewww child things are gonna get brighter\nEeewww child things are gonna get easier\nEeewww child things are gonna get brighter\nI remember marvin gay, usta sing ta me\nHe had me feelin like black was tha thing ta be\nAnd suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough\nAnd though we had it rough, we always had enough\n\n\n\nI huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke tha rules\nRan with tha local crew and had a smoke or two\nAnd realize momma really paid tha price\nShe nearly gave her life, ta raise me right\nAnd all i had ta give her was my pipe dreams\nOf how i'd rock tha mic and make it to tha big screen\nI'm tryin ta make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nIt's hard ta be legit and still pay tha rent\nAnd in tha end it seems i'm headin for tha penn\nI try and find my friends, but they're blowin in tha wind\nLast night my buddy lost his whole family\nIt's gonna take tha man in me\nTa conquer this insanity\nIt seems tha rain will never let up\nI try ta keep my head up and still keep from getting wet up\nYou know it's funny when it rains it pours\nThey got money for wars, but can't feed tha poor\nSad there ain't no hope for tha youth and tha truth is\nThere ain't no hope for tha future\nAnd then they wonder why we crazy\nI blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby\nWe ain't meant ta survive, cause it's a setup\nAnd even though ya fed up\nYa got ta keep ya head up\nTo all the ladies havin babies on they own\nI know it's kinda rough and you feelin' all alone\nDaddy's long gone and he left you by your lonesome\nThank the Lord for my kids even if nobody else wan 'em\nCause i think we can make it and back for sure\nAnd if you fall stand tall and come back for more\nCause ain't nothin' worse than\nYou can't complain you was dealt this hell of a hand\nWithout a man feelin helpless\nBecause too many things for you to deal with\nDying inside but outside you lookin fizz\n",
    "2pac - KILLAS lyrics": "Look, this time I am going easy because you are like easy e but easier\nk**as, k**as, k**as BRUH I'm Bound to the fire, look how many k**as in the harness... The tropical arts are for granted, look at the b**h you are f**ing, Hope your k**as understand it. Legises, k**as, Assa**ins, k**as, All the n***as call me King and the b**hes I f** per day\nCredit cards and the scammers, sell-a-b**h and the f**ers, n***as and the Slaves, They all call me King-o'-rap... Well I was going easy but now lets change things... Now its Disses... \n\n\n\nLook at you b**h you look like a lame-boy that just came from the trash boy. Multi-s**ual? Well get lost, get a life THEN come back to loose it. And also if your comeback is I have a better one then yours than Mr.Mistake Were you Born in the Highway? because that's where most Accidents happen\nLets get easier:\nWell first of all n***a call me king then go f** a b**h till I collapse, I will be busting these Raps like eminem but harder, 2Pac but softer, easy e but better",
    "2pac - Knight in Shining Armour * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Komradz (So So Crazy) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nWell, I just heard some sh** on this record\n(f**in' in the midst of my comrades)\nI send this out to that b*atch; you too, n***a!\n(Standin' in the midst of my comrades)\nYou f**in' with some thug n***as (That's right)\nBelieve that like you believe crack k**s, you stupid mothaf**a!\n(f** you! Standin' in the midst of my comrades)\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nYou must be so so crazy\nb**h, I'll beat your boy bad\nStandin' in the midst of my comrades\nb**hes can't fade me\nPlottin' but they ploys crashed\nf**in' with the midst of my comrades\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nHave you really thought about your part in this participation?\nMy prediction bloody murder similar to ministration\nNow in fairness to conversation\n\u2018Cause it's your fate so take the time\nTo contemplate what you'll be facin'\nTalkin' that hip-hop sh**, don't get shot, b**h\n\u2018Cause you can tell all in your clique to eat Pac's dick\nThe clip's in, prepare for the mothaf**in' d**h blow\n\u2018Cause every rapper in the industry is history, it's d**h Row\nNot Bad Boy or So So Def\nI make you bow before Tha Row like them other hoes\nThe intricate design of my lethal lines, criminal rhymes\nFrom the mind of a thug shaking state time\nTake it to the next phase; you had your time to talk sh**\nNow b**hless busters getting checkmated\nThese days mothaf**as talk sh** and turn snitch\nWhen you see 'em they ain't talking about sh**; Westside!\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nYou must be so so crazy\nb**h, I'll beat your boy bad\nStandin' in the midst of my comrades\nb**hes can't fade me\nPlottin' but they ploys crashed\nf**in' with the midst of my comrades\n[Verse 2: EDI]\nSee, by now the way this sh** is situated\nn***as is getting eliminated simply for being affiliated\nClearly stated and, man, I know you hate it\nWe got a whole list to play with\nAnd y'all n***as is at the top, now let's make this\nHappen, f** the rappin', let's get to scrappin'\nSo n***as can see what happens\nWhen you get caught up in dirty-mackin'\nEDI'll send you packin', you know we love action\nSneak up on attack, pull back, let's the slugs snap in\nYour chest section, d**h has now stepped in\nb**h, should have learnt your lesson\nWhile your chance was still present\nBut now it's past tense, no question askin'\nOut West it's called mashin', bailing the corner blastin'\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nYou must be so so crazy\nb**h, I'll beat your boy bad\nStandin' in the midst of my comrades\nb**hes can't fade me\nPlottin' but they ploys crashed\nf**in' with the midst of my comrades\n[Verse 3: Napoleon]\nYou must be so so crazy; b**h, I'll beat yo' boy bad\nDriving in the truck with my black MAC\nThinkin' about the sh** I never had, so I'm loading up one \n\n\n\nAnd the two things that I cherish is money and guns\nI love my ones and I'll put blood on you\nSnatch money from you, leave slugs in you\nAin't no n***a breathing f**ing with Pac\nEvery album that he drop, n***a, number one spot, n***a\nLocked, n***a, let me represent for my dead ones\nEat with my loved ones, squeeze when the beef come\nChill when the freeze comes, I do that sh**\nYou think you heavy in the game? Watch me move you, b**h!\nThis Napoleon, why did I say I again?\nYou punk n***as already know I ain't for show\nAnd I'll die for the dough, n***a, that's for sho'\nNever die for a ho, n***a, that's a no-no\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nYou must be so so crazy\nb**h, I'll beat your boy bad\nStandin' in the midst of my comrades\nb**hes can't fade me\nPlottin' but they ploys crashed\nf**in' with the midst of my comrades\n[Verse 4: Big Syke]\nWho I'm gonna call when a mothaf**a feeling sad?\nMy mothaf**in' comrades\nWho I'm gonna call when a mothaf**a doing bad?\nMy mothaf**in' comrades\nAnd f** yo' b**h, \u2018cause you a trick anyway\n\u2018Cause my comrades was raised on pistol play\nAnd boss playerism mixed with this thugism\nSo ain't no love in 'em, nothin' but the f**ism\n[Verse 5: 2Pac]\nLast verse is for them trick people, this is the sequel\nI'ma treat you with evil, living forever illegal\nNow homicide got me preoccupied\nBe a lie if I told you that I never wonder when will I die\nBe a**ured, n***a, word born\n\u2018Cause now it's on, you can only survive if you be strong\nUntil I'm gone I'll bust on Bad Boy\nMiddle finger to Da Brat, don't get your young a** smacked\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nYou must be so so crazy\nb**h, I'll beat your boy bad\nStandin' in the midst of my comrades\nb**hes can't fade me\nPlottin' but they ploys crashed\nf**in' with the midst of my comrades\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nLook here, you mothaf**as knew when you wrote this sh**\nWhen you spoke this sh**, when you smoked this sh**\nUh, that you couldn't f** around with us\nNow what the hell possessed you to get on record\nAnd play yourself like that?\nn***a, is you f**in' nuts? Do you know who the f** we are?!\nn***a, do you know who the f** we are?!\nRectify yo' silly a**, you better put out an apology out, n***a\nBefore I yank that a** out the game, stupid mothaf**as!\nDon't you know I don't give a f**?\nI'm mad at the world, f** all you trick-a** n***as!\nThis Thug Life, n***a, Outlaw Immortalz, Westside\nThought you knew, Westcoast, n***a\nAll day long, f** the world!\nYou must be so so crazy; b**h, I'll beat yo' boy bad\nStandin' in the midst of my comrades, ha ha ha\nf**in' with the midst of my comrades\nMy mothaf**in' comrades!",
    "2pac - Krazy lyrics": "Hand me a cigarette dog!\nThey got me feelin' crazier than a motherf**er\nI got Bad Ass in this motherf**er\nMakaveli the Don, representin' the Outlawz\nBad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew\nWhat you wanna do?\nYou know how we do it\nTime goes by\n? puffin on lye\nHopin that it get me high\nGot a n***a goin' cra-zy\nOh yeah, I feel cra-zy\n[Chorus]\nTime goes by, puffin on lye\nHopin' that it gets me high\nGot a n***a goin' cra-zy\nOh yeah, I feel cra-zy\n(Tell 'em bout it)\nLast year was a hard one, but life goes on\nHold my head against the wall learnin' right from wrong\nThey say my ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids\nAs if they can't see the misery in which they live\nBlame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it\nDon't have to bump this but please respect it\nI took a minus and now the hard times are behind us\nTurned into a plus, now they stuck livin' blinded\nHennesey got me feelin' bad, time to stop drinkin'\nRollin, in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin'?\nSittin' in my car, watch the stars and smoke\nI came a long way but still I got so far to go\nDear mama, don't worry, I'ma watch for snakes\nTell Setchu, that I love her, but it's hard to take\nI got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks\nThis what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was\n[Chorus: x2]\n(One, two, three, four)\nI see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill\nlookin' for a better way\nMy brothers and sisters it's time to build\n'cause even thug n***as pray\nHopin' God hear me,\nI entered the game;\nlook how much I changed\nI'm no longer innocent - casualties of fame\nMade a lot of money, seen a lot of places\nAnd I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face\nwhen I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land\nYour only son done became a man\nwatchin' time fly; I love my people do or die\nBut I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly\nJune 1-6, '7-1, the day\nmama pushed me out her womb, told me, \"n***a get paid.\"\nNo one can understand me - the black sheep\nOutcasted from my family, now packin heat\nI run the streets, a young runaway, live for today\nWhen he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..\n[Chorus: x2]\nGod help me out here, 'cause I'm possessed \n\n\n\nI need the root of all evil for my stress\n'Cause money's like a strong prescription drug, it's got me addicted\nto the pleasure and the pain it inflicted\nsomethin' bout the paper wit the pictures of the president's, head\nDamn, it's like a motherf**in' plague that spread\nIt's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse\nI keep my head on straight, makin' money 'cause it's cursed\nmakin' money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay\npaid, no doubt, day in and day out\nThis life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live\nNo matter how hard you try to see d**h, you gotta die\nA lot of my, peers didn't make it to the years to come\nDid life do 'em right, or did life leave 'em dumb\nWho has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my elders\nThey aged and experienced, but they can't even tell them\nor tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road\n(Why?) 'Cause they don't even know\nA million thangs run through my mind..\nYou ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time..\n[Chorus: x2]\nI'm feelin' f**ed up in this b**h.\nI smoked half a ounce to the head\nChocolate tye, indo, Hawaiian, lambs bread, Buddha, all that sh**\nI'm f**ed up in this motherf**er, and Hennesey don't help\nand Hennesey don't help, Thug Pa**ion in this muh'f**er\nMakaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest, maximum overload\n3 Day Theory, k**uminati to your body\nwith the impact of a 12 gauge shotty\nDouble-I slugs, no love, straight thugs\nOne time for my n***as in the jail cell\n(One time for my n***as locked up)\nOne time for my n***as doin' life in hell\n(One time for my n***as and sh**, one time)\nOne time for my n***as in the jail cell\n(One time)\nOne time for my n***as doin' life in hell\n(One time for my n***as locked down)\nOne time for my n***as in the jail cell\n(For my n***as locked up, one time)\nOne time for my n***as on d**h Row\n(One time for my n***as on the Row)\nFor my n***as on d**h Row\nOne time for my n***as livin', broke\n(Westside, California style, L.A.!)\nOne time for my n***as livin', broke\n(You know what time it is, no doubt)\nOne time for my n***as in the jail cell\n(Get high, puffin on lye, wonder if it get me high)\n(Yeah, yeah, crazy)",
    "2pac - L.A. Confidential lyrics": "[Intro/Ad-Lib]\n[Verse 1: Blanco]\nAin't the type of white dude sippin' Bud Light\nI'm the type with my nine screamin' thug life\nA bad b**h wanna f** tonight\nYou ain't sh** mother f**er so it's f** your life\nf** the DEA, IRS and FBI\nThere I said it, won't regret it 'til we start trial\nI don't ever leave a paper trail\nAnd best believe I'm the G that will break the scale\nI'm a hustler, give a f** about a budget\nI'm a gangster, give a f** about them judges\nI'm a monster, middle finger to you s**ers\nI'm a mobster: Mr. Untouchable\nCan't f** with me, I'm so on some other sh**\nOn a road trip, gotta bring my other b**h\nNot my other b**h, my other-other-other b**h\nEvery brick I flip, the more I'm like f** 'em\n[Hook: 2pac]\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nf**in' mob figure, west-coast hoorah\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nf**in' mob figure, west-coast hoorah\n[Verse 2: YG]\nn***as hate daily, Glock's my protection\nI'm the n***a that your mamma told you not to mess wit'\nCaught an interception on your b**h [?]\nGive her some dick quick, now watch how fast she collapse\nPusha Ink the label, yeah, been that way since day one\nThe hoes get around me and me I just gotta say somethin'\nI let me chain speak, I ain't really gotta say much\nIf you see me in the streets, holla suwoop, n***a stay up\nI'm all about my dollars, pop my collar on a hoe b**h\nShe say 'all you wanna do is f** me', I say 'you know it'\nMy b**h stolen, my b**h bad\nDon't trip cause the homies got the strap\nRun up on you fat like the mother f**in' police\nWith pistols to your face like 'n***a don't you owe me?'\nI'm tryna steal the rap game like a house lit\nI'm from the west but I'm tryna f** a south b**h\n[Hook: 2pac]\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nf**in' mob figure, west-coast hoorah\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nf**in' mob figure, west-coast hoorah\n[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]\nLook I'm fresh off the block, I ain't even really left yet \n\n\n\nBest on the west, hands down, no question\nIn my Adidas, got the Slauson boy etched in\nAnd Black Sam keep the money invested\nAll I do is check rappers off the checklist\nAnd I don't beef, I eat beef for breakfast\nAnd I don't sleep cause these streets is hectic\nI don't make peace I just put 'em on my necklace\nReal n***a, never ran, never snitched\nThe old lady on fifth ain't raised no b**h\nAnd we some real n***as, not like them n***as in your clique\nI was runnin' 'round talkin' 'bout the lil sh** you did\nWe don't never say nothing about that big sh** that we did\nWe just see each other and nod and you know what it is\nAnd we don't talk about the big sh** we did\nWe just see each other and nod and you know what it is, n***a\n[Hook: 2pac]\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nf**in' mob figure, west-coast hoorah\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nf**in' mob figure, west-coast hoorah\n[Verse 4: DB Tha General]\nDB n***a I be on that dope sh**\nMy junkies be stay ready, be heavy and get your dope, kid\nTalking p**y, boy on my momma you ain't shot a stick\nThis n***a mad, oh well yeah I got your b**h\nI heard that he snitching, paperwork bands circulating\nHeard this n***a snitch, I swear to God, how the f** he ate?\nKnown to bang hands down, I got the brown\nYou can ask around the town, DB I'm gettin' down fast\nI got the gas and gas, gas, gas on top of gas\nI'm like 'f** school, f** school', never went to cla**\nI act a a** and act a a** I'm like 'f** math'\nThey talkin' sh**, I swear to God them n***as dumb trash\nBlack [?] hoppin' out with that black mask\nHe's talking California, we like 'f** [?]'\nI had cash and had cash and had cash\nMe, YG, Nipsey, Blanco, I had to ask\n[Hook: 2pac]\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nf**in' mob figure, west-coast hoorah\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nLettin' n***as have it, I've been labelled as a thug\nf**in' mob figure, west-coast hoorah",
    "2pac - Lady Liberty Needs Gla**es lyrics": "[Malcolm Jamal Warner]\nLet me show you, the rhyme..\nExcuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs gla**es\nand so does Mrs. Justice by her side\nBoth the broads are blind as bats, stumblin through - the system\nJustice bumped into M'Tulu, trippin on Geronimo Pratt\nbut stepped right over Oliver and his crooked partner Ronnie\nJustice stubbed her big toe on Mandela\nAnd Liberty was misquoted by the Indians\nSlavery was just a learning phase, forgotten without a verdict\nwhile Justice is on a rampage\nfor endangered survivin black males\nI mean really; if anyone REALLY valued life\nand cared about the ma**es \n\n\n\nThey'd take 'em both to Pen Optical\nand get TWO pairs of gla**es\nExcuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs gla**es\nI'm kickin a**es up and down New York City\nIt's a pity\nBrothers wanna be grimy and gritty to each other\nWhat would your mother think, smotherin your brother?\nI see you sink, into another level\nDancin with the devil\nTurn up the ba**, cause I'm player; also a rhyme sayer\nKind of fly, layer after layer\nWhy.. cause I'm blessed\nCause I've progressed\nI've learned my lessons\nCla** has always been in session, so you better take notes\nAnd stop chokin on negativity",
    "2pac - Lady Liberty Needs Gla**es - Malcolm Jamal Warner lyrics": "[Malcolm Jamal Warner]\nLet me show you, the rhyme..\nExcuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs gla**es\nand so does Mrs. Justice by her side\nBoth the broads are blind as bats, stumblin through - the system\nJustice bumped into M'Tulu, trippin on Geronimo Pratt\nbut stepped right over Oliver and his crooked partner Ronnie\nJustice stubbed her big toe on Mandela\nAnd Liberty was misquoted by the Indians\nSlavery was just a learning phase, forgotten without a verdict\nwhile Justice is on a rampage\nfor endangered survivin black males\nI mean really; if anyone REALLY valued life\nand cared about the ma**es \n\n\n\nThey'd take 'em both to Pen Optical\nand get TWO pairs of gla**es\nExcuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs gla**es\nI'm kickin a**es up and down New York City\nIt's a pity\nBrothers wanna be grimy and gritty to each other\nWhat would your mother think, smotherin your brother?\nI see you sink, into another level\nDancin with the devil\nTurn up the ba**, cause I'm player; also a rhyme sayer\nKind of fly, layer after layer\nWhy.. cause I'm blessed\nCause I've progressed\nI've learned my lessons\nCla** has always been in session, so you better take notes\nAnd stop chokin on negativity",
    "2pac - Last Kings lyrics": "[Verse 1] 2Pac\nDear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness\nI robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness\nWonder if they'll catch me, or will this n***a snitch\nShould I shoot his b**h, or make the n***a rich?\nDon't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped\nHawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back\nI'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this sh** to win it\nCause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it\nGot no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me\nToo f**in trigger happy, to let them s**ers snatch me\nn***as gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash\nWhip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your a**\nPeter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk\nSnatched him like a b**h, and threw him in the trunk\nThe punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice\nBefore I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics\nI listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane\nI guess the little, mites had finally found his brain\nNew Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen\nRemember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend\nIt's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers\nAnd f** five-oh, blaow blaow. turn em into forty-niners\n[Chrous]\nBye bye, I was never meant to live\nCan't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live\nBye bye, I was never meant to be\nLivin like a thief, runnin through the streets\nBye bye, and I got no place to go...\nWhere they find me? 16 on d**h Row\n[Verse 2] 2Pac\nDear mama, these cops don't understand me\nI turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family\nMy uncle used to touch me, I never told you that\nScared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back\nI kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger\nI'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger\nThe brother in my cell, is 16 as well\nIt's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell \n\n\n\nI shouldn'ta let him catch me\nInstead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy\nAnd my cellmate's raped on the norm\nAnd pa**ed around the dorm, you can hear his a**hole gettin torn\nThey made me an animal\nCan't sleep, instead of countin sheep, n***as countin cannibals\nAnd that's how it is in the pen\nTurn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend\nMy mama prayed for me\nTell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)\nCause when they come for me they find a struggler\nTo the d**h I take the breath from your jugular\nThe trick is to never lose hope\nI found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on d**h Row\n[Verse 3] Eminem\nThey think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy, let's face it\nsh**, basically they're just playing sick\nThey ain't sh**, they ain't saying sh**, spray 'em 50\nA to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them with me\nAnd turn this day into f**ing mayhem, you staying with me?\nDon't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you\nWhen I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu\nYou get the message? Am I getting through to you?\nYou know what's coming, you motherf**ers don't even know, do you?\nTake some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot\nSprinkle a little Big L on top, what the f** do you got?\nYou got the realest and illest k**ers tied up in a knot\nThe juggernauts of this rap sh**, like it or not\nIt's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot\nYou put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot\nY'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this doc\nsh** what you know about d**h threats, cause I get a lot\nShady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers\nSome cowards f**ed with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours\nBetter evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers\nThere's nothing spookier\nYou now about to witness the power of d**h Row",
    "2pac - Last Kingz lyrics": "VERSE 01: [2Pac]\nDear Mama, I'm caught up in this sickness\nI robbed my adversaries but slipped and left a witness\nWonder if they'll catch me or will this n***a snitch\nShould I shoot his b**h or make the n***a rich\nDon't wanna commit murder but damn they got me trapped\nHawkin while I'm walkin and talkin behind my back\nI'm kind of schizophrenic; I'm in this sh** to win it\nCause life's a Wheel of Fortune, here's my chance to spin it\nGot no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me\nToo f**in' trigger happy, to let them s**ers snatch me\nn***as gettin' jealous, tryin' to find my stash\nWhip out the nine, now pull that dime out your a**\nPeter picked a pepper but I can pick a punk\nSnatched him like a b**h and threw him in the trunk\nThe punk thought I was bluffin but swear I'm nothin nice\nBefore I take your life, first wrestle with these mics\nI listened to his screams, until he went insane\nI guess the little mice had finally found his brain\nNew Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen\nRemember that little, bird, he snitched and told a friend\nIt's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers\nAnd f** five-O, blaow blaow, turn 'em into forty-niners\nVERSE 02: [Eminem]\nThey think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy, let's face it\nsh**, basically they're just playing sick\nThey ain't sh**, they ain't saying sh**, spray 'em 50\nA to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them with me\nAnd turn this day into f**ing mayhem, you staying with me?\nDon't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you\nWhen I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu\nYou get the message? Am I getting through to you?\nYou know what's coming, you motherf**ers don't even know, do you?\nTake some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot\nSprinkle a little Big L on top, what the f** do you got? \n\n\n\nYou got the realest and illest k**ers tied up in a knot\nThe juggernauts of this rap sh**, like it or not\nIt's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot\nYou put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot\nY'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this doc\nsh** what you know about d**h threats, cause I get a lot\nShady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers\nSome cowards f**ed with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours\nBetter evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers\nThere's nothing spookier\nYou now about to witness the power of f**ing 50\nVERSE 03:\nHa Em think you crazy? But we both crazy, let's retrace it\nf**, maybe it's us that is sick\nMaybe we ain't crazy, maybe it's the people sayin this sh**\nPre K to 12th grade, I'm like Lebron with the Heat I say I quit\nI'm a sprained ankle,boy, I ain't nothin to play with, Haha\nI don't like to lose, I'm ain't tryin to confuse you\nWhen I let loose with my Mauser too shoot through your world view\nYou get the message? Am I getting through to you?\nYou don't want this, you mothaf**as don't even know, now do you\nTake a little Shady and some Mathers and you put em in a pot\nShake a little J Cole on top, tell me what do you got?\nThe mothaf**in realist and illest sh**s mixed in that pot\nName me juggernaut of this rap game, like me or not\nI'll fight to the top even if I never will have a spot\nWhat time is it when my ex licks on my co*k\nsh** what would you do if suicide was somethin you thought a lot\nTom Brady deflates his way to the Super Bowl in 11 seconds\nI knew a lot of cowards who'd I'd f** up, they meant to k** me\nBetter listen all you children, I'm dissin louder\nI'm such a shady\nYou don't know nothin about my f**in power",
    "2pac - Last Legends lyrics": "The Game:\nIt's 3, The hard way\nBlack Lambo, No pa**engers\nBlack Ski mask, Chain Saw Ma**acre\nk** fast with the Ak-four 7\n(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection\nLoaded clips, Lock 'em in\nGot a black four five\nCall it Pac's revenge\nI'm a mutha f**in animal\nLil Jon be canibal\nEvery n***a in Atlanta Know\nI'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz\nAnd sentance with a life without rehabillitaion\nf** Governor Schwarzenegger\nIt's my statment\nDear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you catch Osama, Tell Mr. Waso\nPlease let oprah know that I won't ever stop sayin b**h and hoe\nChorus:\nI'm from the westside I done paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news. I'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me, I'm armed I put my n***as up on it Now we Amerikaz Most Wanted\nI'm from the westside I done paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news. I'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me, I'm armed I put my n***as up on it Now we Amerikaz Most Wanted \n\n\n\n2pac:\nSick, Thicker than most of these tricks\nI got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake b**hes\nI stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do\nCause if I do, Then I get beat up by my f**in crew\nA real n***a, Since you figure that you ready to box\nYou catchin knots from my n***a Freddie Fox\nAnd I, You really don't want none from Pac\nCause I'll be strapped wit a Glock\nAnd throw thangs like I'm born to box\nI'll hit this motherf**in gin then I'll be all in\nHell yeah, Young n***as straight ballin\nAnd everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin' 165\nChorus:\nI'm from the westside I done paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news. I'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me, I'm armed I put my n***as up on it Now we Amerikaz Most Wanted\nI'm from the westside I done paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news. I'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me, I'm armed I put my n***as up on it Now we Amerikaz Most Wanted",
    "2pac - Last Ones Left lyrics": "\n[2pac](hook)\nn***a westside\nWestside in this motherf**er\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\n[2pac]\nCan't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin\nPacked in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb\nThey never try me cause right behind me your k**er team\nI get a word cut the head off a n***a like a guillotine\nThis hennessey'll keep me calm though\nSittin in the back of the club, tradin convo\nLivin like a don in my own mind\nSignal kadafi, n***a watch me with the chrome nine\nAll the time drinkin champagne\nWalk through the crowd let the tramps hang\nn***as playa hate but do a damn thing\nPicture me doin eighty down a one way\nStuck in the trunk, caught with gun play\nSo i gotta keep my eyes open\nGettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin\nMy alibi, i'm victory\nLike them other vile men i'm marked for d**h\nSpendin my nights like its the last one left\nI'm an outlaw\n[chorus]\nAm i wrong, i wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave, till i see everybodys gone\nI'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor\nPuffin on a sweet swisher i'm the last one left\nTell me am i wrong, i wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave until i see everybodys gone\nI'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor\nPuffin on a sweet swisher, guess i'm the last one left\n[kastro]\nI got my back against the wall\nGat chillin by my balls\nPrior to war is rider n***a only five six tall\nNapoleon only knows on we outlaws f** fear\nBetter strap down to the feelins cause we out yeah\nThug pa**ion all up in me\nFeelin like i took some henne\nIt aint easy i'm tryin to make a dollar out of two pennies\nWhat we got with these rap n***as\nWanna pull they're gat n***as\nOnly got my side cause they think pac die n***a\nLast n***as with our tape\nTake a shot within our vest\nPac come and catch weight\nn***a we the last ones left\n[2pac]\nIf we woulda known the zone inside my own dome\nFresh outs jail it was hell but i'm probably home\nLookin for n***as that was roofin that sh** when i was locked back\nHands on the pump, makem jump when its co*ked back\n\n\n\nf**em all they're b**hes inside a world of weak\nb**h n***as be afraid to speak\nWe the last ones left\n[2pac]\n[chorus] (slight change)\nTell me am i wrong, i wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave, till i see everybodys gone\nAt the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor\nPuffin on a sweet swisher like i'm the last one left\nAm i wrong, i wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave till i see everybodys gone\nAt the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor\nPuffin on a sweet swisher, last one left\nAm i wrong, i wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave till i see everybodys gone\nAt the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor (yeah)\nPuffin on a sweet swisher, i'm the last one left\n[napoleon]\nI eat and sleep the worst sh**, turfs and birth\nMe and my team super supreme putin in work\nI'm pa**ed out, drunk as a f**, till it hurt\nAnd i call earl screamin f** the world\nI got a b**h on the side wanna be my wife\nAnd wify beefin wanna know if she gonna see me tonight\nAnd i know it aint right, but its the life i got\nAnd thats until i see yak\nAnd thats until i see pac\nYoung know i lost a troll somebody owed me down\nAnd if the world was a girl i'd stick my dick in the ground\nf** the world\n[2pac](varied hook)\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nYeah\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nUh\nOutlaw in this motherf**er right here\nOutlaws in this motherf**er\nUh\nIn this motherf**er right here\nIn this motherf**er\nUh\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nUh\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nUh\nOutlaw in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nUh\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside\n(*fades out*)\n",
    "2pac - Last Wordz lyrics": "(feat. Ice Cube, Ice-T)\nIce cube's in the mutha-f**in' house\nthe n***a you love to hate\nIce cube's in the mutha-f**in' house\nthe n***a you love to hate\nIce cube's in the mutha-f**in' house\nthe n***a you love to hate\nIce cube's in the mutha-f**in' house\nthe n***a you love to hate\n[ICE CUBE]\nYo, here comes the n***a with the ruff, terror\nthe paranoid, gots to get the boy\nGet your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger\nYah, I got a gang of sh**s, styles guns\nmy uzzie wieghts a mutha-f**in' ton\nbucking down one, bucking down two,\nbucking down your crew, mutha f** you\nPigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black\nCause god damn its a brand new payback\nf** Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a n***a\non tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag\nthe n***a the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a f*g\nSo, keep your mutha-f**in' jokes\nCuz, I'm that n***a with a fresh pair of locs\nNo yokes but smokes\nCrakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers\nget yah for your drawers, young n***as out to k** for cars\nIce T in the mutha f**in' house\nIce T in the mutha f**in' house\nIce T in the mutha f**in' house\nIce T in the mutha f**in' house\nIce T in the mutha f**in' house\nIce T in the mutha f**in' house\n[Ice T]\nO to the mutha f**in G I break crazy\na lot of n***as hate me but they can't fade me\nStop me clock me cops wanna glock me\nmutha f** mutha f** pigs can't stop me\nUHH, am I a G, I got proof\nBanged in my youth, keep n***as on the roof\nwith a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a n***a up\n(?Hit the mob dope?)\nSo whats up Punk\nYou want what I got step to me wrong f** around and get shot \n\n\n\nYour moms crying f** her bust her\nb**h start screaming to me and I'll dust her\nPops got the LP phat, track on hit\nLaid by the mutha f**in' Bobcat\nNinety three s**as want me to go out\nThrow the hoe out, b**h mutha f**er I'm rich\nTupac's in the mutha f**in' house\nTupac's in the mutha f**in' house\nTupac's in the mutha f**in' house\nTupac's in the mutha f**in' house\nTupac's in the mutha f**in' house\nGot any last wordz\n[Tupac]\nNow they're after me, why? cuz a n***as black\nSit back\nAin't afraid to pull a triggar back\nLet 'em come step to a real mutha-f**er\n[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no s**ers\nDan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your a** kicked\nWhere was you when there was n***as in the caskets?\nMutha-f**er rednecks all the same\nFeel a real n***a if he ain't balled and chained\nThat's why we burn sh** and wreck\nCause the punk police ain't learned sh** yet\nYou mutha-f**as gonna pay the price\nCan't make a Black life, don't take a Black life\nIt's on, the next real n***a fall dead\nDred, jheri curl, process, or bald head\nBe prepared for the smoke to bust\nWhat n***as need to do is start loc'in up\nUnited we stand divided we fall\nThey can shoot one n***a\nBut they can't take us alll\nLet's get along with the Mexicans\nAnd we can all have peace on the sets again\nImagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]\nKeeping the smile off their white fakes\nI ain't racist but lets trade places\nTrace the hate 'n face it\nOne n***a teach two n***as\nthree teach four n***as\nAnd them n***as teach more n***as\nAnd when we blast\nThat'll be the biggest blast you've heard\nAnd them is my last wordz",
    "2pac - Lastonesleft lyrics": "(feat. Outlawz)\n[2Pac (Hook)]\nn***a westside\nWestside in this motherf**er\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\n[2pac]\nCan't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin\nPacked in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb\nThey never try me cause right behind me your k**er team\nI get a word cut the head off a n***a like a guillotine\nThis Hennessey'll keep me calm though\nSittin in the back of the club, tradin convo\nLivin like a Don in my own mind\nSignal Kadafi, n***a watch me with the chrome nine\nAll the time drinkin champagne\nWalk through the crowd let the tramps hang\nn***as playa hate but do a damn thing\nPicture me doin eighty down a one way\nStuck in the trunk, caught with gun play\nSo I gotta keep my eyes open\nGettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin\nMy alibi, I'm victory\nLike them other vile men I'm marked for d**h\nSpendin my nights like its the last one left\nI'm an outlaw\n[Chorus]\nAm I wrong, I wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave, till I see everybodys gone\nI'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor\nPuffin on a sweet swisher I'm the last one left\nTell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave until I see everybodys gone\nI'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor\nPuffin on a sweet swisher, guess I'm the last one left\n[Kastro]\nI got my back against the wall\nGat chillin by my balls\nPrior to war is rider n***a only five six tall\nNapoleon only knows on we outlaws f** fear\nbetter strap down to the feelins cause we out yeah\nThug pa**ion all up in me\nFeelin like I took some Henne\nIt aint easy I'm tryin to make a dollar out of two pennies\nWhat we got with these rap n***as\nWanna pull they're gat n***as\nOnly got my side cause they think pac die n***a\nLast n***as with our tape\nTake a shot within our vest\nPac come and catch weight\nn***a we the last ones left\n[2Pac]\nIf we woulda known the zone inside my own dome\nFresh outs jail it was hell but I'm probably home\nLookin for n***as that was roofin that sh** when I was locked back \n\n\n\nHands on the pump, makem jump when its co*ked back\nf**em all they're b**hes inside a world of weak\nb**h n***as be afraid to speak\nWe the last ones left\n[2Pac]\n[Chorus (slight change)]\nTell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave, till I see everybodys gone\nAt the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor\nPuffin on a sweet swisher Like I'm the last one left\nAm I wrong, I wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave till I see everybodys gone\nAt the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor\nPuffin on a sweet swisher, last one left\nAm I wrong, I wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave till I see everybodys gone\nAt the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor (Yeah)\nPuffin on a sweet swisher, I'm the last one left\n[Napoleon]\nI eat and sleep the worst sh**, turfs and birth\nMe and my team super supreme putin in work\nI'm pa**ed out, drunk as a f**, till it hurt\nAnd I call earl screamin f** the world\nI got a b**h on the side wanna be my wife\nAnd wify even wanna know if she gonna see me tonight\nAnd i know it aint right, but its the life I got\nAnd thats until I see Yak\nAnd thats until I see Pac\nYoung know I lost a troll somebody owed me down\nAnd if the world was a girl I'd stick my dick in the ground\nf** the world\n[2Pac (Varied Hook)]\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nYeah\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nUH\nOutlaw in this motherf**er right here\nOutlaws in this motherf**er\nUH\nIn this motherf**er right here\nIn this motherf**er\nUH\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nUH\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nUH\nOutlaw in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nUH\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside\n[fades out]",
    "2pac - Lastonesleft - Outlawz lyrics": "[2Pac](Hook)\nn***a westside\nWestside in this motherf**er\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\n[2pac]\nCan't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin\nPacked in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb\nThey never try me cause right behind me your k**er team\nI get a word cut the head off a n***a like a guillotine\nThis Hennessey'll keep me calm though\nSittin in the back of the club, tradin convo\nLivin like a Don in my own mind\nSignal Kadafi, n***a watch me with the chrome nine\nAll the time drinkin champagne\nWalk through the crowd let the tramps hang\nn***as playa hate but do a damn thing\nPicture me doin eighty down a one way\nStuck in the trunk, caught with gun play\nSo I gotta keep my eyes open\nGettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin\nMy alibi, I'm victory\nLike them other vile men I'm marked for d**h\nSpendin my nights like its the last one left\nI'm an outlaw\n[Chorus]\nAm I wrong, I wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave, till I see everybodys gone\nI'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor\nPuffin on a sweet swisher I'm the last one left\nTell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave until I see everybodys gone\nI'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor\nPuffin on a sweet swisher, guess I'm the last one left\n[Kastro]\nI got my back against the wall\nGat chillin by my balls\nPrior to war is rider n***a only five six tall\nNapoleon only knows on we Outlawz, f** fear\nBetter strap down to the fullest cause we out yeah\nThug Pa**ion all up in me, feelin like I drunk some Henny\nIt ain't easy I'm tryin to make a dollar out of two pennies\nWar we got with these rap n***as, wanna pull they gat n***as\nOnly come outside cause they think 'Pac died n***a\nLast n***as with our tec, ake a shot within our vest\n'Pac come and catch wreck, n***a we the last ones left\n[2Pac]\nIf we woulda known the zone inside my own dome\nFresh outta jail it was hell but I'm finally home\nLookin for n***as that was wolfin that sh** when I was locked back\nHands on the pump, make 'em jump when it co*ked back \n\n\n\nf** 'em all, they b**hes inside a world of weak\nb**h n***as be afraid to speak, we the last ones left\n[2Pac]\n[Chorus] (slight change)\nTell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave, till I see everybodys gone\nAt the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor\nPuffin on a sweet swisher Like I'm the last one left\nAm I wrong, I wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave till I see everybodys gone\nAt the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor\nPuffin on a sweet swisher, last one left\nAm I wrong, I wanna get it goin on\nLast to leave till I see everybodys gone\nAt the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor (Yeah)\nPuffin on a sweet swisher, I'm the last one left\n[Napoleon]\nI eat and sleep the worst sh**, turfs and birth\nMe and my team super supreme putin in work\nI'm pa**ed out, drunk as a f**, till it hurt\nAnd I call earl screamin f** the world\nI got a b**h on the side wanna be my wife\nAnd wify beefin wanna know if she gonna see me tonight\nAnd i know it aint right, but its the life I got\nAnd thats until I see Yak\nAnd thats until I see Pac\nYoung know I lost a troll somebody owed me down\nAnd if the world was a girl I'd stick my dick in the ground\nf** the world\n[2Pac](Varied Hook)\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nYeah\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nUH\nOutlaw in this motherf**er right here\nOutlaws in this motherf**er\nUH\nIn this motherf**er right here\nIn this motherf**er\nUH\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nUH\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nUH\nOutlaw in this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nUH\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nIn this motherf**er right here\nWestside in this motherf**er\nWestside in this motherf**er right here\nWestside\n(*fades out*)",
    "2pac - Late Night lyrics": "(feat. DJ Quik, Outlawz)\n[DJ Quik]\nHey 'Pac, it's yo' boy\nHey man so far I've been listenin to your album\nand I ain't heard nuttin you could kick back and smoke a beadie to\nYou know?\nYeah like that\nSome of that mellow sh**\nSome of that sh** that make b**hes drink\nMake n***az think\nAnd help you check a fat-a** bank, hahahah\nSo why don't you kick some of that sh**, n***a only you know how\nHahahah, feel me?\n[2Pac]\nI'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight\nSome Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right\nLike misdemeanors is a small thang\nWith DJ Quik in this b**h, I let my balls hang\nRunnin through the street lights, cause we like, yo n***a\nget your mobb on show em what a G like\nAround the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno\nn***az poppin, welcome to our casino, cause you and me know\nhundred percent like a c-note\nLookin for a b**h that's half-black and filipino\nAnd when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo\nTounge-kissin on the window of a pearl white limo\nDon't wanna be your man, I'm your n***a\nTouch me here, I'll get bigger\nWhile I'm diggin I'll get deep into your liver\nI'm game type\nLove f**in b**hes in the same night\nMy words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right\nThe club be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger\nLook through the paper it's another black crack murder\nThe city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die\nYou can f** on the first night, or try, in the late night\n[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X]\n\"Last night.. last night changed it all\"\n['Pac] In the late night!\n\"Last night..\"\n\"I don't give a f**, where you gon'.. be\"\n['Pac] In the late night!\n[Hussein Fatal]\nAround my way we lamp, many styles get cramped\nI clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp\nAin't NUTTIN like bein a thug when I can just\nsit on the Row of d**h straight knowin that I'm blessed\nHussein Fatal, flawless fatality\nOverdosin on crime, three steps from reality\nGet up to get down, represent your town, last night\nwas poppin like like co*ked glocks with hollow-tip rounds\n[Kastro]\nFrom bootycalls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin\nif I wake up in the county in my jail sheets\nMy intuitions and ambitions up in the late night \n\n\n\nprobably involves me comin up with just to see another day\nMight be me who bites the bullet\nIn these streets where a man journey\nWith crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me\nI'm like a pit in a cage, spittin my shells in a gauge\nDeadly as AIDS, n***az gettin crossed like a maze\nNow picture me livin my life like a king, maybe one day\nUntil then I'm livin Monday through Sunday\nBringin the gunplay for all these beefs and battles\nWhen we collide, I'm a ride on that hide like cattle\nCowards best to skedaddle in the late night\n[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X]\n\"Last night.. last night changed it all\"\n\"Last night..\"\n\"I don't give a f**, where you gon'.. be\"\n[2Pac]\nMoney and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown\nn***az in low-lows, pursuin mo' hoes, then go home\nThe life of a California star, and when you see me\nin the drop-top Jag', how many n***az wanna be me?\nGame is automatic, manditory I sell\nTo Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell\nCause when you gettin some riches, watch for dumb b**hes\nThey have you labelled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin\nIt's a mean world n***a you strapped, or be a throwaway\nWill I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?\nNobody knows me, I'm a shadow\nMy army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo\nCause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?\nToo many done died from semis, so now we automatic\nI dissapear whenever heated, ride whenever needed\nfor my n***az up in Clentin gettin weeded\nContinue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die\nSupply long as you motherf**ers buy\nMy homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin\nSlappin n***az known for tellin b**hes fu*k-IT in the late night\n[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence]\n\"Last night.. last night changed it all\"\n['Pac] It's in the late night!\n\"Last night..\"\n\"I don't give a f**, where you gon'.. be\"\n['Pac] In the late night!\n[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence]\n\"Last night.. last night changed it all\"\n['Pac] Holla at me in the late night!\n\"Last night..\"\n\"I don't give a f**, where you gon'.. be\"",
    "2pac - Law Abiding Citizen lyrics": "[Intro: Makaveli (2pac)]\nsh**... f** peace!\nOn the strength 'til my n***as get a piece, we can't have peace\nHow the f** we gon' live happy when we ain't got nuttin?\nYou muh'f**ers are smilin but I'm mean muggin\nWhy, cause I GOTTA be thuggin\nIt seems d** done turned this whole motherf**in hood out\nAll us n***as actin up, wild-a** motherf**in adolescents\nThese n***as ain't even got no childhoods no more\nHow the f** can you have a childhood\nAnd you at the funeral every muh'f**in weekend?\nPssh, and you muh'f**ers talkin about peace\nn***a, it ain't no motherf**in peace\nYou ain't seen the news motherf**er? You ain't heard?\nMuh'f**ers gettin abused\nPeace? n***a is you out your f**in mind?\nf** peace! We can't never have peace\n'Til you motherf**ers clean up this mess you made\n[Verse 1: Marley Brooker]\nf** em and what they talmbout\nI don't believe what they say\nThey be lying thru they teeth\nTill they caught lying on tape\nSo it's f** them each and every day\nI don't know how many other ways I can say\nf** the police and the system wit a full clip\nTired of all them dead bodies\nI ain't buying no more of they bullsh**\nToo much Freddy Gray too many Mike Brown's\nSo f** what u say I won't pipe down\nFunna raise trouble funna raise hell\nGot a go-fund-me case I need raise bail\nGot a bad b**h n***a stay swell\nScreamed fck da feds & got hate mail\nBut they hate black males or just me?\nNaw I don't think so\nWit no justice can it be peace!?\nNaw I don't think so\nSo I'm ridin round wit my piece on me\nCuz that's what it done came 2 \n\n\n\nGot protests in the streets all cross the country\nsh**... u can blame blue\n[Hook: Marley Brooker]\nThey ask why I got a problem w police?\nI ask why police keep k**ing in the streets?\nI swear they out for blood so f** the police\nGot family in law enforcement\nBut it's still f** the police\n[Verse 2: Marley Brooker]\nIma law abiding citizen\nBut I don't care much for the law\nIf I catch Darren Wilson\nsh** I prolly break his jaw\nShoutout that dude that let off\nOn George Zimmerman from his car\nIf it was me I wouldn't missed\nAnd it wouldn't have mattered how far\nCuz I got sick aim I do sick thangs\nJordan esq I got 6 rings\nI got the .223 and the .45 on me\nf** whatchu heard that b**h bang\nSo I wish u n***as would play me\nI got something 4 ya come play wit me\nGot a 100 tracks plus a 100 tracks\nPut away jus incase they get me\nBut I won't let em, I won't let up\nSee a bad b**h I'm gon get her\nSign her to a contract\nI don't care about her p**y\nTryin to stack a 100 M's up\nThen flip that into a Billy\nDon't know how many different ways\nI gotta say this till u feel me\nf** the police\n[Hook: Marley Brooker]\nThey ask why I got a problem w police?\nI ask why police keep k**ing in the streets?\nI swear they out for blood so f** the police\nGot family in law enforcement\nBut it's still f** the police\n[Outro: Makaveli (2pac)]\nn***a is you out your f**in mind?\nf** peace! We can't never have peace\n'Til you motherf**ers clean up this mess you made\n'Til you f**in clean up the dirt you dropped\n'Til we get a piece, f** peace!",
    "2pac - Legends lyrics": "[Verse]\nTakin' it back to the 90's\nWhere you hittas will never find me, but after that\nI am just crossing the briny\n'Cause this light of mine is so shiny\nI can't lie, I didn't come from the bottom\nBut I know that that just ain't a problem\nI keep playing that MP3, 'cause I stay juicy like B.I.G\nUnlock the swag, the swag unlock\nIt's me against the world when I'm on my 2Pac\nAnd I love it when they call me Big Poppa\nGet the choppa, can't nobody stop a\nFiend on the scene when he's looking so clean\nPull up in a limousine, all summer 16\nI ain't worried 'bout nothin', we gon' be alright\n'Cause practice makes perfect, we gon' do it 'till we get it right\nWanna be a legend is that too much to ask\nGotta be Jim Carrey, puttin' on the mask\nThis is Bure's glory, too much to bask?\nY'all hittas runnin' errands like I'm givin' you a task\nThis means war, look at the shield that I wield\nLet me not forget to give one to Hatfield\nToo late to turn back, steppin' on the battefield\nI'm disintegrating, all of you hittas get healed\nYeah I'm Aberdeen's finest\nHitta so confused like I just changed the climate\nTimbo makin' all the records, you should call him Midas\nI just wanna be the highest 'cause\nI wanna be a legend like Pac, a legend like Dre\nA legend like Biggie, a legend like Jay \n\n\n\nA legend like Kendrick, a legend like Rozay\nWe all wanna be legend, what more can I say?\nRest in peace to the young blood Eazy\nDrizzy hit 'em with the hotline, call him Breezy\nY'all hittas lines makin' me queasy\nHit 'em with young mula, call me Weezy\nErykah Badu gettin' that window seat\nK. Dot freestylin' in the backseat\nImma stay spittin' heat\nI do not know what is goin' on, but I'm just rapping like I'm from the streets\nYeezy 2020, he gon' have that power\nSame year, imma stand tall like a tower\nWhat are we complaining for? The world is ours\nImma grow and grow until I bloom like a flower\nGotta spring in my step like Zebedee\nI'm what some of you hittas only wanna be\nGotta lotta work to do, I'm like a trainee\nCoachin' all you hittas, I'm like a referee\nI be feeling like Drizzy these days\nSometimes feeling like Ab-Soul these days\nImma need you to Take That these days\nGot me feeling like Bon Jovi these days\nRap music, it done changed my life\nRest in peace to the O.G. Phife\nImma still deliver like I'm a midwife\nI be feeling for the homies that still living in strife\nI'm just tryna be a legend\nMan this lifestyle ain't nothing that I imagined\nThe outcome so much better than income\nNGA and Aberdeen, that's where I get my love from\nBang!",
    "2pac - Legends Never Die lyrics": "[Verse 1-2Pac]\nSometimes its hard, to wake up in the morning\nMind full of demons I don't wanna hear them anymore\nGot me heartbroken, find so many babies screamin'\nCuz they seein destruction before they see a human bein\nSo they start smoking, we, will never get our day\nUntil we learn to pray, keep our families in shape\nCuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die\nBefore we learn to fly, somebody elses child caught in gun smoke\nAnd we, can all make a change\nSo I'm told but I haven't seen a change unfold\nI'll keep hopin please, if you prefer to breathe\nCommunities in need, of people that will lead\nKeep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try\nUntil the day I die, I promise to be wise\nWith my heart open free, brings only misery\nA way to tragedy, so I stay s**er free\nOnly a few chosen, rise [rise]\nMy ghetto queen, rise [rise]\nDon't be afraid to try [try]\nToo many of us died to the door to open wide\nMy brother be wise, stay focused on the prize \n\n\n\nThough everybody dies\nSteady growin one day at a time...\n[Verse 2-Nick Steele]\nOne Day at a time...\nAnd pac said it best, I wish he was here right now\nSo he can see me steady wright my lyrics down\nAnd see my lookin up, inspired by his poster\nChasin my dreams, he's putting my closer\nJust trying to be great, like him and biggie\nI hope the day I die, in heaven the kick it with me\nBut im just takin life, one day at a time\nSteady chasin dimes, droppin bars and writin rhymes\nI got these big ideas, droppin this album\nBut if someone shoots at the red light, what will be the outcome?\nAnd you know what they say, only the good die young\nIf that's the case I guess I'll be dead by 21\nShould I have some kids now, to carry on my legacy\nSorry lemme stop, my thought are getting ahead of me\nSo I'm gonna keep my head up, and eyes to the sky\nCause hero's are remembered...but legends never die",
    "2pac - Let Em Have It lyrics": "(feat. SKG)\n[2Pac]\nNow you've been actin like you want it for a long time\nAll up in a n***a face, givin me them strong vibes\nLook in my eyes and you'll find peace\nA gemini, so you really blow my mind freak, c'mon\nI got my clothes off, hard as a n***a in jail\nSkinny n***az throw the dick well\nEverybody get they condoms, brother cause it's time to f**\nHurry up and put it on n***a, time is up\nWhat's next got my mind on some group s**\nWhere you goin baby, I ain't even through yet\nDo it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya\nEven now make it good to ya, remember me?\nI love f**in slow with the lights low\nBlack puerto rican even white hoes, bellisimo\nQue linda, dame beso, come to papi\nf** until the sh** is sloppy, if you really want it\n[2Pac + ***]\n[***] Really.. want it\n[Pac] Get'cha a** up; you know it, if you really want it\nYou really want it, you really want it\nIf, you really want it, if you really want it\nIf, you really want it, if you really want it\n[***] Really want it (I really want it)\n[Pac] Really want it\n[2Pac]\nAlright all my real n***az and my real b**hes\nLet me see you do it like this, c'mon\n[2Pac + SKG]\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, we came to\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, we came to\n[SKG]\nDaddy rock a player body 'til I tell you to stop\nHit the right spot if not leave money and kick rocks\nI'm a thug ho, I need a thug n***a up beside me\nA player that can ride me, a cat that can rob me\nMake a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat\nHit it from the back, grab me by my neck, demand your respect\nI'm not a on my back ho\nI ride the dick and hit it 'til it cold\nBustin fits of nuts.. get 'em up\nI'm a sagitarrius freak, my real hoes feel me\nLegs open wide, n***a dick inside\nLike (?) tonight's the night for you to hit it doggie style\nLay me on my stomach while I'm countin them hundreds\nFake b**hes wanna front like they don't wanna keep it real \n\n\n\nYou know you want a thug n***a just to see how it feel\nHoes wanna rock Gabbana, Dolce and Versace\nLet me rock your body mouth on my.. call you papi\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\n[2Pac]\nYeah, like that? Yeah\n[SKG]\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\n[2Pac]\nYeah, yeah, yeah, I feel you\nDo it, do it, do it, do it\n[SKG]\nYeah, uhh, c'mon, uhh\n[2Pac]\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock your body body, rock your body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock\n[2Pac]\nSee, it all started simple, turned into me lickin the nipples\nf**in you doggie style to this instrumental\nHands up, all up inside ya, hell I can stand ya\nEyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on\nBaby let me zone in, whaddyou mean?\nCan you scream let it go beotch, how does it feel?\nGot a n***a like steel in ya, to keep goin\nNow I'm f**in like I'm k**in ya, let's go another round\nBaby is you down really, two shots of ecstasy\nLick a n***a down silly, your body next to me\nI could touch you inside, and you'll cry\nSo good when a n***a leave, you'll die\nMy mama told me baby be a man put it on her\nHittin b**hes like, switches comin around the corner\nI wanna let me get my ride on\nIt's yo' dick baby but it's my song, now if you really want it\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, and if you really want it\n[SKG] If you really want it\n[Pac] Yeah, if you really want it\n[2Pac]\nGots to send this one out to the freaky b**hes\nDefinitely all the scorpios, and the geminis, and the virgos\nYou know I know the truth about you scorpios and you virgos\nNo doubt gotta give it to the capricorns\nThey some freaks too on the down down\nThe libras, they like it even but they still like f**in\nNo doubt, aquariuses, libras, I said those\nLeos, yeah they some freaks, leos is freaks\nThey always wanna run sh** in bed\nSagitarrius, taurus.. cancer, all you freaky f**s\nI'm a zodiac f**er I'll do you all one at a time\nAnd all day long, let's get busy!",
    "2pac - Let Em Have It - Lisa \"left Eye\" Lopes lyrics": "Now you've been actin like you want it for a long time\nAll up in a n***a face, givin me them strong vibes\nLook in my eyes and you'll find peace\nA gemini, so you really blow my mind freak, c'mon\nI got my clothes off, hard as a n***a in jail\nSkinny n***az throw the dick well\nEverybody get they condoms, brother cause it's time to f**\nHurry up and put it on n***a, time is up\nWhat's next got my mind on some group s**\nWhere you goin baby, I ain't even through yet\nDo it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya\nEven now make it good to ya, remember me?\nI love f**in slow with the lights low\nBlack puerto rican even white hoes, bellisimo\nQue linda, dame beso, come to papi\nf** until the sh** is sloppy, if you really want it\nReally, want it\nGet'cha a** up; you know it, if you really want it\nYou really want it, you really want it\nIf, you really want it, if you really want it\nIf, you really want it, if you really want it\nReally want it (I really want it)\nReally want it\nAlright all my real n***as and my real b**hes\nLet me see you do it like this, c'mon\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, we came to\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, we came to\nDaddy rock a player body 'til I tell you to stop\nHit the right spot if not leave money and kick rocks\nI'm a thug ho, I need a thug n***a up beside me\nA player that can ride me, a cat that can rob me\nMake a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat\nHit it from the back, grab me by my neck, demand your respect\nI'm not a on my back ho\nI ride the dick and hit it 'til it cold\nBustin' fits of nuts.. get 'em up\nI'm a Sagittarius freak, my real hoes feel me\nLegs open wide, n***a dick inside\nLike ? tonight's the night for you to hit it doggie style\nLay me on my stomach while I'm countin' them hundreds\nFake b**hes want to front like they don't want to keep it real\nYou know you want a thug n***a just to see how it feel \n\n\n\nHoes want to rock Gabbana, Dolce and Versace\nLet me rock your body mouth on my.. call you papi\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nYeah, like that? Yeah\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nYeah, yeah, yeah, I feel you\nDo it, do it, do it, do it\nYeah, uh, c'mon, uhh\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock your body body, rock your body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock\nSee, it all started simple, turned into me lickin the nipples\nf**in you doggie style to this instrumental\nHands up, all up inside ya, hell I can stand ya\nEyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on\nBaby let me zone in, whaddyou mean?\nCan you scream let it go beotch, how does it feel?\nGot a n***a like steel in ya, to keep goin'\nNow I'm f**in' like I'm k**in' ya, let's go another round\nBaby is you down really, two shots of ecstasy\nLick a n***a down silly, your body next to me\nI could touch you inside, and you'll cry\nSo good when a n***a leave, you'll die\nMy mama told me baby be a man put it on her\nHittin b**hes like, switches comin around the corner\nI want to let me get my ride on\nIt's yo' dick baby but it's my song, now if you really want it\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, and if you really want it\nIf you really want it\nYeah, if you really want it\nGots to send this one out to the freaky b**hes\nDefinitely all the Scorpios, and the Geminis, and the Virgos\nYou know I know the truth about you Scorpios and you Virgos\nNo doubt gotta give it to the Capricorns\nThey some freaks too on the down down\nThe Libras, they like it even but they still like f**in'\nNo doubt, Aquariuses, Libras, I said those\nLeos, yeah they some freaks, Leos is freaks\nThey always want to run sh** in bed\nSagittarius, Taurus, Cancer, all you freaky f**s\nI'm a zodiac f**er I'll do you all one at a time\nAnd all day long, let's get busy!",
    "2pac - Let Em Have It (Remix) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nTe quiero\nTe quiero cojer, te quiero cojer\nI'll let your a** have it, te quiero cojer\nTe quiero cojer, oh real?\nTe quiero cojer\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow you've been actin' like you want it for a long time\nAll up in a n***a face, givin' me them strong vibes\nLook in my eyes and you'll find peace\nA Gemini, so you really blow my mind freak\nCome on, I got my clothes off, hard as a n***a in jail\nSkinny n***as throw the dick well\nEverybody get their condoms, brother cause it's time to f**\nHurry up and put it on n***a, time is up\nWhat's next?, got my mind on some group s**\nWhere you goin', baby?, I ain't even through yet\nDo it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya\nEven now make it good to ya, remember me?\nI love f**in' slow with the lights low\nBlack, Puerto Rican, even White hoes\nBellisimo, que linda, dame un beso, come to Papi\nf** until the sh** is sloppy\nIf you really want it\n[2Pac & Left Eye]\nIf you really want it\nGet'cha a** up; you know it, if you really want it\nIf you really want it\nIf you really want it, if you really want it\nI'm really want it..\nLet her have it\n[2Pac]\nAlright all my real n***as and my real b**hes\nLet me see you do it like this, c'mon\n[Hook: 2Pac & Left Eye]\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, we came to\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body\n[Verse 2: Left Eye]\nDo you, you remember the time\nWhen you absolutely, said never let it inside\nFeel it's my duty, from Gemini, to Gemini\nCan you [?] imagine the trouble [?] then double, I'm much obliged\nSee I would love to go and take a ride\nHave total leeway up and down your freeway, nothing to hide\nIf I was committed to suicide\nI'd f** around meet you now put it down, I'd testify\nAin't nobody here to understand the reason why\nIt's you and I, so everything is rectified\nI know you tried, you even made a n***a cry\nBut love is blind, now can you stand the test of time?\nRedefine, what it means to be an open mind\nFeel the climax..\nI bust a round for you, painted the perfect picture\nI'm down for you, can't wait to get wit'cha\nRock, your body body, rock your body \n\n\n\nRock, your body body, rock your body\n[2Pac]\nDamn\nIf you really want it\nYou like that? Yeah\nIf you really want it\n[Left Eye]\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\n[2Pac]\nDon't hold back.. I wanna do that\nYeah, yeah, I feel you\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, we came to\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nSee, it all started simple, turned into me lickin' yo' nipples\nf**in' you doggie style to this instrumental\nHands up, all up inside ya\nHell I can stand ya\nEyes open I don't plan, to bust\nJust hold on baby let me zone in\nWhat do you mean?, can you scream let it go biotch\nHow does it feel?, got a n***a like steel in ya\nTo keep goin' now I'm f**in' like I'm k**in' ya\nLet's go another round baby is you down really\nTwo shots of ecstasy Lick a n***a down silly\nYour body next to me\nI could touch you inside, and you'll cry\nSo good when a n***a leave, you'll die\nMy mama told me baby be a man put it on her\nHittin' b**hes like, switches comin' around the corner\nI wanna let me get my ride on\nIt's yo' dick baby but it's my song\nIf you really want it\n[Ad-libs: 2Pac]\nGots to send this one out to the freaky b**hes\nDefinitely all the Scorpios, and the Geminis, and the Virgos\nYou know I know the truth about you Scorpios and you Virgos\nNo doubt gotta give it to the Capricorns\nThey some freaks too on the down down\nThe Libras, they like it even but they still like f**in'\nNo doubt, Aquariuses, Libras, I said those\nLeos (if you really want it), yeah they some freaks, Leos is freaks\nThey always wanna run sh** in bed\nSagittarius(if you really want it), Taurus, Cancer, all you freaky f**s (if you really want it)\nI'm a zodiac f**er I'll do you all one at a time\nAnd all day long, let's get busy\n[Hook: 2Pac & Left Eye]\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, we came to\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body..",
    "2pac - Let Em Have It Remix Feat Left Eye lyrics": "[2pac]\nNow you've been actin like you want it for a long time\nAll up in a n***a face, givin me them strong vibes\nLook in my eyes and you'll find peace\nA gemini, so you really blow my mind freak, c'mon\nI got my clothes off, hard as a n***a in jail\nSkinny n***az throw the dick well\nEverybody get they condoms, brother cause it's time to f**\nHurry up and put it on n***a, time is up\nWhat's next got my mind on some group s**\nWhere you goin baby, i ain't even through yet\nDo it like a true vet, love it how i threw it to ya\nEven now make it good to ya, remember me?\nI love f**in slow with the lights low\nBlack puerto rican even white hoes, bellisimo\nQue linda, dame beso, come to papi\nf** until the sh** is sloppy, if you really want it\n[eye] if you really want it\n[pac] get'cha a** up; you know it, if you really want it\n[eye] if you really want it\n[pac] if, you really want it, if you really want it\nIf you really want it\n[eye] uhh, uhh\n[pac] if you really want it\n[2pac]\nAlright all my real n***az and my real b**hes\nLet me see you do it like this, c'mon\n[2pac + left eye]\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, we came to\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body..\n[left eye]\nDo you, you remember the time\nWhen you absolutely, said never let it inside\nFeel it's my duty, from gemini, to gemini\nCan you imagine the trouble come bustin double, i'm much obliged\nSee i would love to go and take a ride\nHave total leeway up and down your freeway, nothin to hide\nIf i was committed to suicide\nI'd f** around meet you now put it down, i'd testify\nAin't nobody here to understand the reason why\nIt's you and i, so everything is rectified\nI know you tried, you even made a n***a cry\nBut love is blind, now can you stand the test of time?\nRedefine, what it means to be an open mind\nFeel the climax..\nI bust a round for you, painted the perfect picture\nI'm down for you, can't wait to get witcha\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\n\n\n\n[2pac]\nDamn..\nIf you really want it\nYou like that? yeah\nIf you really want it\n[left eye]\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\n[2pac]\nDon't hold back.. (?)\nYeah, yeah, i feel you\n[2pac]\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, we came to\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body..\n[2pac]\nSee, it all started simple, turned into me lickin the nipples\nf**in you doggie style to this instrumental\nHands up, all up inside ya, hell i can stand ya\nEyes open i don't plan to bust, just hold on\nBaby let me zone in, whaddyou mean?\nCan you scream let it go beotch, how does it feel?\nGot a n***a like steel in ya, to keep goin\nNow i'm f**in like i'm k**in ya, let's go another round\nBaby is you down really, two shots of ecstasy\nLick a n***a down silly, your body next to me\nI could touch you inside, and you'll cry\nSo good when a n***a leave, you'll die\nMy mama told me baby be a man put it on her\nHittin b**hes like, switches comin around the corner\nI wanna let me get my ride on\nIt's yo' dick baby but it's my song, now if you really want it\n[2pac]\nGots to send this one out to the freaky b**hes\nDefinitely all the scorpios, and the geminis, and the virgos\nYou know i know the truth about you scorpios and you virgos\nNo doubt gotta give it to the capricorns\nThey some freaks too on the down down\nThe libras, they like it even but they still like f**in\nNo doubt, aquariuses, libras, i said those\nLeos, yeah they some freaks, leos is freaks\nThey always wanna run sh** in bed\nSagitarrius, taurus.. cancer, all you freaky f**s\nI'm a zodiac f**er i'll do you all one at a time\nAnd all day long, let's get busy!\n[2pac + left eye]\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, we came to\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body, rock your body\nRock, your body body, rock your body body\nRock, your body body..\n",
    "2pac - Let Knowledge Drop lyrics": "[2pac]\nLet knowledge drop\nWhy should I be forced to play dumb?\nI know where I came from so I'm going to claim some\nBut rocking to the top where the cream of the crop\ns**ers calling the cops but they can come and get dropped\nStop think of the past the brothers that die for\ns**er to try for never to cry more\nTricks to hold his back but we'll see at the end\nHe's a fake not a friend\nSo he's thinking of when he can backstab grab or go your hole\nNow I know the reason we must excel\nCause if we don't we'll end up in the cell\nMove on be strong with unity\nCause that's the only way to build communities\nLies are told but yo lives must move on\nAnd never stop open your mind to this rhyme and let it drop\n[Chorus]\nDrop that [3x]\nLet knowledge drop\n[Rock]\nYo I'm running so I refuse to stop\nGet sweated by them sell out cops\nAnd I wink cause I pin the opposition\nI'm on a mission to preach and teach to reach\nSo listen up to the flavor I gave you now dropping it\nWe folks know ballers know no stopping it\nDropping knowledge like the ay bomb dilly as napalm\nI got you scared all you got to do is stay calm\nFor the simple fact that I'm black and educated\nProud of who am I and you hated\nSo all I have tried for this many have die for this\nYou see it and you hear it and you loving it\nNow you buying this always keep your head look to the mountain top\nAiyyo rock and let knowledge drop\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\nDrop that [3x]\nLet knowledge drop\n[2pac]\nPeople rush when I hype this because you can write this\nYou constantly bite this\nThought that you could get me but you sweating me too close\nCaught with the dope dose\nNow s**ers get toast wondering who you tossed\nCause you feeling the full force\nLike what you hearing so your checking with the source\nTupac brother with the rhymes to rock on\nDizzy gets busy by putting beats to drop on\nAmateurs get damaged if you try to attack me\ns**ers get jealous cause the girls get at me\nI'm not conceited but defeated I won't be\nAs long as there's dope beats I'll never be lonely stop\nAnd let me breathe a minute\nAiyyo Dizzy what's up put the base back in it\n[Chorus]\nLet knowledge drop [3x]\n[Rock]\nBy any means neccessary it's kind of scary\nKnowledge of the hands of adversaries\nMakes them the larger leader kind of guerilla control\nI was waiting for a prayer GOD gave me a goal\nI refuse to be busting like a s**er for I'm fighting like a titan\nAnd run you down like a truck\nI'll take a chance I go as far as rock can see\nNot mediocrity thinking security you got deal with me\nKnowledge appealed to me\nPay back's a mutha if you steal from me\nThe ba** pumps as the speakers pop the house jump\nAnd knowledge drops\n[Chorus]\nDrop that [3x]\nLet knowledge drop\nStrictly strictly yeah dope [till end]\n",
    "2pac - Let Them Thangs Go lyrics": "Throw them thangs (x3)\nThe quicker the n***a can go on\nThe faster the n***a can get his dough on\nThen i can hit my flow and get my ho on\nThem n***as don't know what goes on\nThey trying to f** with all they clothes on\nThen act up when all the hoes gone\nAre you ready for my flow? hit me (hoooooooo!) (x3)\nStop fronting motherf**er let them thangs go\nI'm quick to k** a n***a any n***a feel me n***a\nYou can't fade me i'm way to f**ing real n***a\n2pacalypse now still down with the underground\nn***as get clowned when i come around\nBoom boom motherf**er and it don't stop\nf** a cop pa** the glock and it won't stop\nIf ya ready for my flow hit me (hoooooooo!) (x3)\nStop fronting motherf**er let them thangs go\nIf ya wondering the thunder and the trouble\nIs coming from the rebel as i hit ya from the lower level\nHit me once f**ing d m and two times\nPopping like two nines hitting 'em with new rhymes\nI can make you love me\nBest to chill with the n***a 'cause ya sure can't punch me\nIf ya feel me let me hear ya say (rock that sh**) (x3)\n'cause ain't a n***a alive that can stop the hit\nSpice1-\nHey, hold on young 'pac\nMotherf**ers ain't riding no hookers out here\nPunk motherf**ers think the town\nAin't got handle bars on and sh**\nAnd ya lie to get slapped behind here\nWith a motherf**ing motor, punk sissy\n\n\n\n2 pac-\nTell them motherf**ing square a** n***as\nCheck this out\nY'all fonna come up off those motherf**ing thangs\n'cause i ain't fonna be up in sweating for nothing\nYa little punk square n***a\nI'm quick to spit the sh** get ya open\nStraight outta oakland\nf** the law get ya jaw broken\nBa ba ba bang bang n***a it's a stick up dee\nTurn the kick up i'm ready to rip the sh** up g\nThey got me hype hype hyper, am i hype enough?\nPa** the blunt motherf**er let me light sh** up\nAnd pump ya fist like this\n'cause the cops can't flip on a whole damn clique\nSo s** dick\nWhat they hitting 'fo? double up n***a it's on\nThe type of n***a that likes to bone with the lights on\nIf ya ready for a n***a hit me (hooooooo!) (x3)\nStop fronting motherf**er let them thangs go\nYes some of you n***as are b**hes too\nLittle square motherf**ers trying to get to who?\nPop pop never made it to ya punk a** clique\nTalk sh** now ya gotta get ya punk a** whipped\nFor the b**hes that be trying to work a n***a\nFor the tramps that be trying to jerk a n***a\nFor the rollers that be trying to urk a n***a\nI'ma hustle and you punks can't hurt me n***a\nIf ya ready for a n***a hit me (hooooooo!) (x3)\nStop fronting motherf**er let them thangs go\nUh, uh, yeah\nLet them thangs go\n",
    "2pac - Let's Fight (OG) lyrics": "[Capital L.S talking]\nYeah\nTurn up that motherf**ing base\nAight\n[2Pac talking]\nYo One Nation n***a\nThought you heard n***a\nOne Nation\n[Capital L.S talking]\nf**ing bullsh** n***a\nWe got to get this motherf**ing paper\nBoot Camp Clik\nAight you know what I'm saying\nMad n***as want to talk about that East - West bullsh**\nBut you know it's all bullsh**\n[2Pac talking]\nSmith and Wesson in this motherf**er, right now\nGreg Nice in this motherf**er, right now\nL.S. In this motherf**ing, right now\nBaby Jesus And The All Star's, right now\n2Pac and The Outlawz\nGot The Luniz in this b**h\n[Capital L.S talking]\nWe got to put a lock on n***as jaws, so we gonna do it like this, check it out\n[Verse 1: Capital L.S]\nLike lamp shades\nNow they rant and rave\nI'm raw\nPlus I got more plants to blaze\nFiends came back with thieves\nWith files Long as Stant. Isle and back to Queens\nWe strap black Mac's with beam's\nI'm tight fear\nI'm that nightmare that k**ed that dream\nMy gat steam crazy buzz\nI slit wit wigs, plus some bid for your baby love\nI'll play the role till I'm grey and old\nHaha\nWith your pop's on the bed roll\nNo doubt\nI'm caught out with your daughter\nSouth of the border\nColt made them Outlawz\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nCheck it out\nIs it, money and women?\nThe funny beginnings tragic ending's\nI can make a million and still not get enough of spending\nAnd since my life is based on sinning, I'm hell bound\nRather be buried that be worried, living held down\nMy game plan to be trained in\nMilitary mind of a thug lord sitting in a cemetery cryin'\nI've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus\nBalling as a youngster wondering if he see's us\nYoung black males\nCrack sales got me three strikes\nLiving in jail this is hell enemies die\nWonder when we all pa**, is anybody listening\nGot my hands on my semi shoddy, everybody's snitching\nPlease god can you understand me\nBless my family\nGuide us all before we fall into insanity\nI'm making a point to make my beat bumping raw life\nDrop some sh** to make these stupid b**hes jaws tight\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\nGo, n***as want to get it on let's fight\nI got some n***as in my click\nThat make them motherf**ers jaws tight\nNow\nGo, n***as want to get it on let's fight\nI got some n***as in my click\nThat make them motherf**ers jaws tight\n[Verse 3 : Tek]\nChi-Chi bong water bong\n'Nough weed for everyone\nEnter the cla** now we k** you with sound\nSee bad boy with gun, who buss jus' fi' fun\nOr black youth them move about a three ton\nSoldier from jungle never take back free shot's\nBut that ended up at when man [?] fly\n[Verse 4: Buckshot]\nThe impulse makes your body pulse beat off a beat per minute (Ohhhh)\nAs I get up in it\nConstruction no limit\nPin it like a cat in a dog fight\nWe gone get it on tonight\nFor all y'all who put up the wall to stall\nBut didn't realize that the weak would fall\nThe best pick out of the crop of MCs got rocked by the fact of realness\nStop, the sh**, block parties was a thing of the past (Thing of the past) \n\n\n\nMotherf**ing club hopping was suppose to last (Suppose to last)\nBut all I see\nIs n***as by the ma** (By the ma**)\nf** even b**hes came to kick some a** (Kick some a**)\nBut don't keep the club close that ain't my fault (What?)\nTake them back to a grain of salt (To a grain of salt)\nTake the indigence ever since BDI went solo (Oh)\nI hold my cash [?] for a dollar\n[Chorus 2Pac]\nLet's, go, n***as want to get it on let's fight\nI got some n***as in my click\nThat make them motherf**ers jaws tight\nGo, n***as want to get it on let's fight\nI got some n***as in my click\nThat make them motherf**ers jaws tight\n[Verse 5 : Steele]\nUp to bring them dukes up\nf** n***as up 'till they puke up\nShoot up the party if they don't let me in\nGet my whole click to let me in\nOutlawz\n[Verse 6: EDI]\nI told 'em\nI told 'em\nI told 'em\nShut the f** up\nYour voice is hurting working my last nerve\nYo that's my word I'm about to take off\nBreak off a chunk of this trick a** chump\nWho's knowing deep in his heart\nHe ain't wanting to see no funk\nWhen he drunk\nYeah that n***a done go to him\nRan through him got him thinking he can ruin\nNow he thinking I'm pursuing\nWho's in, the motherf**ing house\n(Outlawz)\n'97 we put some paw's on these motherf**ers jaws\n[Verse 7: Numskull]\nI see the same old sh** blame it on the jabber jaw's who blabber all n***a's business\nShut your mouth before I sh** in it\nI got the strength to make their jaw's tight don't forget ho's I got the game to make their draw's right\nDon't go Hollywood\nThat's what they tell me\nThey bought my f**ing tape but I can see that they ain't felt me\nHeard what I said they started churpin' like birdies\nDrunk off rum bumpin' gum's like girlies\nPuttin' they lip's all on my Henn' bottle\nn***a slow down put on the brakes on all that chin gobble\nSquabble squabble n***a this is Oakland Beirut\nStop opening up your jaw's thinking that this whole sh** it's cute\n[Verse 8: Napoleon]\nBut it's this I'm hearing\nThat young Napoleon is disappearin'\nBut I cancel that sh** for I reverse on this clip\nAnd leave you f**ed left right something evil\nAll my life I've been trapped down by my own people\n[Verse 9: Kadafi]\nI'm on some sh** to make your tummy's turn\nFull clip's ready to pull quick\nf** all that bullsh** I ain't concerned\nIt's evident\nI need dead president's the city slicker\nJersey jigger\nFeel my residence from we turn\n[Verse 10: Napoleon]\nTalk about times is hard\nCome take a trip down my boulevard\nAt your own risk\nGot n***as that's homeless\nBut'll leave you scared\n[Verse 11: Kadafi]\nTrapped in these bar's of crime\nDroppin' picture my nine hittin' cowards up from there feet to there spine\nIn this game all rules apply\nWith no exception's all n***as die living high\nWith no easy exits\n[Verse 12: Napoleon]\nLeave your body over chocking when this gat get to smoking\nAll you pussies from here to Hoboken\nLeave n***as jaws tight\n[Chorus till fade]",
    "2pac - Let's Get It On lyrics": "[Heavy D]\nYea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin\nThis is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig\nI'm talkin about from this side to that side\nEast side, West side, your side, my side\nIt's all about being funky man\nAiyyo give me that microphone\nIt's Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone dig it\nand I'm always staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th\nwhere the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff\nOkay okay okay okay it's Heavy D again\nHallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen again\nYou see me on your MTV and on your BET\nand on your local focal point video show\nn***a this how it flow so fly like an eagle\nNo sequels no weed but I get love from all the thugs\ncause they still my people\nI'm dynamic punks panic when they see me\nThey get all shook up when my mic's hooked up\nLet's get it on!\n[chorus]x2\nUntouchables at your door\n(Let's get it on)\nAll you wack rappers hit the floor\n[2pac]\nHow should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's\nRunnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed\nI'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin\nthinkin n***az after me much too paranoid to blink\nWonder why the police don't want to see me stackin G's\nThey after a playa but I won't let em capture me\nI gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine\nI can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked deams (deamons)\nI keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber\nPreoccupied with h*mocide my life's in danger\nRollin down the four-five beware of stangers\nHand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does\nI'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone\nFrom out the ghetto where the jealous motherf**ers roam\nPa** the weed let that Hennessey get to me\nbefore the penitentiary \n\n\n\nLet's get it on!!\n[chorus]x2\nUntouchables at your door\n(Let's get it on)\nAll you wack rappers hit the floor\n[Grand Puba]\nI thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do\nI have all the honeys saying, \"Go Pu'!\"\nI flip a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C\nI turn food stamps to green stamps rough power amps\nand sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin\nSo when you see my a** have my cash or just keep walking\nn***az got more game than Genesis\nSeen a movie in L.A. now everybody want to see\nbut them youth don't trouble we\nbecause they fall victim to what they see hey!\nI keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album title song\nbut I understand it takes a year for n***az to catch on\n(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea\n[Notorious B.I.G.]\nSplit the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to\nget wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious\n*cough, cough)*\nn***az now who's the mind blower, the weed grower\nHave you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower\nB.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets\nand your sock it's just the way my pops taught me\nWhen you throw the drop check em thoroughly\nThe ba*tard might spin around and try to bury me\nAnd dead n***az don't make no moves\nWhen I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight\nReminiscin on my swingin days\nwhen I drove a Caddy and my b**h sported finger waves\nYea she had the Gucci boots I had Sarducci suits\nOshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown\nMac-11 co*ked back n***az better duck down\nFace down you know the routine the cream\nEarrings you know the drama Biggie bring\nLet's get it on",
    "2pac - Letter 2 My Unborn lyrics": "What could be worse?\nLivin my life as an outlaw\nAnd even worse if you feet first\nCause being black hurts\nOr all we all just cursed to be street thugs\nWill my child get to feel love\nIn - case i pa** away\nTell me what to say to my unborn seed\nDear lord, can ya hear me?\nVerse three:\nI have so much to say\nI think about you everyday [everday]\n(to my unborn child)\nLove you, but you don't know i feel this way [ohh i love you]\n(to my unborn child)\nWanna let you know i love you\nThis is to my unborn child\n(to my unborn child)\nI'm writing you a letter [i'm writing you a letter]\nOhh\nChorus:\nTo my unborn child\nIncase you never see my face again\nAin't no love, no mercy, and no friends\nOn these cold streets\nWhen i gotta die\nI wanna go in peace\nMake way for a worldwhind prophesize\nI wanna make it on my own, not a handout\nDear mamma i'ma man now\nWill i raise my kids in the right or the wrong way?\nAnd i believe in my own fate\nLivin proof there's a god, if ya need a reason\nI got shot 5 times, but i'm still breathin\nWhen will they let the little kids in the hood play?\nCold world on a good day\nIt's hard to face this\nAin't no way in hell, that i could ever be a rapist\nTell the world i feel guilty to being anxious\nAnd you can never understand til' we trade places\nSo complicated to escape fate\nVerse two:\n(to my unborn child)\nI have so much to say\nI think about you everyday\n(to my unborn)\nLove you, but you don't know i feel this way [i feel]\n(to my unborn child)\nWanna let you know i love you\n(to my unborn)\nThis is to my unborn child\nI'm writing you a letter\nOhh\nChorus:\nTo my unborn child\nHope you understand my love letter\nBut it sure gettin better\nSee my life ain't promised\nWanting revenge for the agaony they did to me\nMy only friend is my misery\nOr deal again\nLet me make it and i'll never steal again\nGod forgive me for my sins\nSince i only got one life to live\nSo i'm out\nCause my momma say i'm good for nothin\nAnd left the house\nThe school, but i dropped out\nWhen she witness baby boy rip a crowd\nSingle parent, but she proud\nMy momma was a panther loud\nWhen i was conceived, & came to be in this position\n\n\n\nTo the beginnin of my mission\nAnd reminiscin\nTryin to earn every penny that i'm gettin\nBless the still livin\nMany things learned in prison\nIncase i never get to holla at my unborn child\nI've been cursed, since i'm born to wil'\nNow ever since my birth\nVerse one:\nTo my unborn\nYou know daddy loves you\nDon't worry bout what people sayin\nDid everything i could to make it up for you\n(ohh)\nTo my unborn child\nJust remember daddy loves you\nIncase i don't make it\nTo my unborn, unborn child\n(ohh)\nTo my unborn child\nIntro:\nCause maybe if i tried to change\nWho i'm kiddin?\nI'ma thug, til i die\nI'ma ridah man\nTouch bases\nEat lunch in plus places\nRegular criminal oasis\nAwaits us\nIf there's a ghetto for true thugs, i'll see you there\nAnd i'm sorry for not being there\nJust know your daddy was a soldier\nMe against the world\nBless the boys and all my little girls\nTell the lord i'm eternal\nRestin in peace please\nTake care of all my seeds\nTo my unborn child\nChorus:\n[ohhhh]\nI'm writing you a letter\nThis is to my unborn child [to my unborn child]\n(to my unborn child)\nWanna let you know i love you\n(please take care of all my kids, my unborn child)\nLove you, [i love you] but you don't know i feel this way [how i feel]\n(to my unborn child)\nI think about you everyday\nI have so much to say\nPac over repeated chorus:\nThis letter goes out to\nBorn seeds that i might not get to see\nCause of this lifestyle\nJust know your daddy loved you\nGot nothing but love for you\nAnd all i wanted was for you to have a better life than i did\nCause i was out here on a 24 hour, 365 grind\nWhen you get to be my age, you'll understand\nJust know i got love for ya\nAnd i see that there's a ghetto up in heaven\nThere's a ghetto heaven and i'ma be there\nHa, take care, run wild, be smart\nFollow the rules of the game\nMaybe sometimes it's confusin\nBut the rules of the game is gonna get you through it\nAll day, everyday\nWatch out for these snakes and fakes\nFirst comin down to d**h\nBe an individual, work hard, study\nGet your mind straight, trust nobody\n",
    "2pac - Letter 2 My Unborn (OG) lyrics": "[Intro]\nTo my unborn Child\nThis goes out to my unborn child\nIn case I don't make it\nJust remember Daddy love cha y'all\nDid everything I could do to make a way for me and you\nSo don't worry about what people say about me (to my unborn)\nYou know Daddy loves you\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow ever since my birth, I've been cursed since I'm born too wild\nIn case I never get to holler at my unborn child\nMany things learned in prison, blessed and still livin'\nTryna earn every penny that I'm gettin',I'm reminiscin'\nTo the beginnin' of my mission\nWhen I was conceived and came to be in this position\nMy momma was a Panther loud, single parent but she proud\nWhen she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd\nWent to school, but I dropped out and left the house\nCause my mama say I'm good for nothing, so I'm out\nSince I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins\nLet me make it and I'll never steal again, or deal again\nMy only friend is my misery\nWantin' revenge for the agony they did to me\nSee my life ain't promised but it's sure gettin' better\nHope you understand my love letter to my unborn child\n[Chorus]\nA Letter To My Unborn Child, oh yeah (To my Unborn)\n(To My Unborn Child)\nA Letter To My Unborn Child, oh yeah (To my Unborn)\n(To My Unborn Child)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nSo complicated to escape fate\nAnd you can never understand 'til we trade places\nTell the world I plead guilty for being anxious\nAin't no way in hell that I could ever be a rapist\nIt's hard to face this, cold world on a good day\nWhen will they let the little kids in the hood play?\nI got shot 5 times but I'm still breathin'\nLivin' proof there's a God, if you need a reason\nCan I believe in my own fate?\nWill I raise my kids in the right or the wrong way?\nDear mama, I'm a man now\nI wanna make it on my own, not a handout\nMake way for a whirlwind prophesized\nI wanna go in peace when I gotta die\nOn these cold streets, ain't no love, no mercy and no friends\nIn case you never see my face again\nTo my unborn child\n[Chorus]\nA Letter To My Unborn Child, oh yeah (To my Unborn Child) \n\n\n\n(To My Unborn Child)\nA Letter To My Unborn Child, oh yeah (To my Unborn Child)\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nDear Lord, can you hear me? Tell me what to say\nTo my unborn seed in case I pa** away\nWill my child get to feel love?\nOr are we all just cursed to be street thugs? Cause being black hurts\nAnd even worse if you speak first\nLivin' my life as an Outlaw what could be worse?\nCause maybe if I tried to change\nWho I'm I kiddin'? I'm a thug til I die. I'm a rider, mane\nTouch bases, eat lunch in plush places\nRegular criminal oasis awaits us\nIf there's a ghetto for true thugs, I'll see you there\nAnd I'm sorry for not being there\nJust know your daddy was a soldier, me against the world\nBless the boys and all my little girls\nTo the Lord I'm eternal, restin' in peace\nPlease take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child\n[Chorus]\nA Letter To My Unborn Child, oh yeah (To my Unborn Child)\n(Please take care of all my kids, To My Unborn Child)\nA Letter To My Unborn Child, oh yeah (To my Unborn Child)\n[Outro]\nThis letter goes out to\nAny seeds that I might not get to see\nCause of this lifestyle that a n***a live\nJust know what; your Daddy loves you\nGot Nothin' But Love for you\nAnd all I wanted was for you to have a better life than I had\nSo I was out here on a 24 hour, 365 grind\nWhen you get to be my age, you'll understand\nJust know I got love for you\nAnd I'll see you if there's a ghetto from heaven\nThere's a ghetto heaven, [?]\nTake care, run wild, but be smart\nFollow the rules of the game\nI know sometimes it's confusin'\nThe rules of the game is gonna get you through it\nAll day, every day\nWatch out for these snakes and fakes\nFriends come a dime a dozen\nBe an individual\nWork hard\nStudy\nGet your mind sharp\nTrust nobody\nMoney Over b**hes\nDon't let these n***as run you out\nDon't let no man put his hands on you\nDon't let no woman use you\nDon't be a trick\nDon't be a player hater\nAnd don't be a wife beater\nGo get your money\nWith all my heart\nYour Pops\n2Pac",
    "2pac - Letter Regarding an OutKast, E-40, Smif-n-Wessun and Scarface Collaboration - One Nation lyrics": "Big Lock!\nWhat the f** iz up wit ya my homie!\nI know it took me awhile 2 reach back\n2 u, but I'm sure u know how hectic\nTimez have become lately, but just recognize\nThe fact that not a day pa**es that that I\nDon't reminisce about that spot & the true\n& fakez I came across. Az 4 me\nMy record sold 5 million, so I love it like that\nI'm tearin' B.I.G. a new a** :)\nI'm doing a record now called ONE NATION\nIt's a group album with me, Greg Nice, Buckshot\nSmif-n-Wessun, OutKast, The Outlawz, Scarface & E-40 \n\n\n\nIt'll be out in the late summer. What tapez\nU need? I'll try 2 get some new material\n2 u when I can. Stay on point, playa. Keep\nThe faith, sh** getz better. Don't even sweat\nThe b**h made n***as that try 2 playa hate\nMe becuz they can't c me. Tell my real\nDoggz, my real true n***as \"One Love\"\nSTAY ALIVE! I got that gardener job\nWaiting 4 u and the benefitz r perfect, so\nWhen u get here, I'm witcha! Let a n***a\nKnow what you need!\nThe world iz ourz\nWestside IV Life\n2Pac",
    "2pac - Letter to Beethoven lyrics": "NOV-22-88\nDear Beethoven,\nI felt compelled 2 write u. I can't really complain, but I really feel good vibes From u. I'm almost sure we'll Be very close FrienDs. I would have never guessed that u+I would be Friends. But as the old saying goes... wait, how does THAT saying go? Forget it! u get the point! I want u 2 KNOW THAT u can TELL me ANYTHing and if u ever need a SHoulder 2 cry on, u can cry on mine. I have so many good Thoughts about what lies ahead 4 us and it is my Hope THAT they all come True. As u will soon FiND OUT, I DO NOT spare words, I say what I feel. So if something I say scares u please don't panic because I tend to get over emotional. My heart usually leads me 2 fast and THAT's probably why I always get Hurt. So if it seems as THough I'm moving 2 fast please slow me down! Talking 2 u on the phone was SucH a good feeling 4 me. I was Beginning 2 FEEL ALONE & OUT OF THE BLUE, I meeT u & it's almost Like I've KNOWN u 4 years. We HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON. We Both Love Prince We HAVE BOTH HAD broken hearts and we Both ADoRe CANDles! WHAT ELSE COULD I ask 4! C U 2morrow Beethoven! \n\n\n\n4 ETERNITY\nTUPAC SHAKUR\nP.S. my # is 332-4725",
    "2pac - Letter To My Unborn Child lyrics": "[Intro]\nTo my unborn child\u2026\nTo my unborn child\nIn case I don't make it\nJust remember, Daddy loves you\n[Verse 1]\nNow ever since my birth\nI've been cursed, since I'm born to wile\nIn case I never get to holla at my unborn child\nMany things learned in prison, blessed and still livin'\nTrying to earn every penny that I'm gettin', I'm reminiscin'\nTo the beginning of my mission\nWhen I was conceived and came to be in this position\nMy momma was a Panther: loud single parent, but she proud\nWhen she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd\nWent to school, but I dropped out and left the house\n\u2018Cause my mama say I'm good for nothing, so I'm out\nSince I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins\nLet me make it and I'll never steal again or deal again\nMy only friend is my misery\nWanting revenge for the agony they did to me\nSee, my life ain't promised, but it's sure getting better\nHope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child\n[Hook: Natasha Walker]\nI'm writing you a letter\nThis is to my unborn child\nWant to let you know I love you\nIf you didn't know I feel this way\n\u2018Cause I think about you every day\nI have so much to say\n[Verse 2]\nSeems so complicated to escape fate\nAnd you can never understand till we trade places\nTell the world I feel guilty for being anxious\nAin't no way in hell that I could ever be a rapist\nIt's hard to face this cold world on a good day\nWhen will they let the little kids in the hood play?\nI got shot five times, but I'm still breathin'\nLiving proof there's a God if you need a reason\nCan I believe in my own fate?\nWill I raise my kids in the right or the wrong way?\nDear Mama, I'm a man now\nI wanna make it on my own, not a handout\nMake way for a whirlwind prophesized \n\n\n\nI wanna go in peace when I got to die\nOn these cold streets, ain't no love, no mercy and no friends\nIn case you never see my face again, to my unborn child\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nDear Lord, can you hear me? Tell me what to say\nTo my unborn seed in case I pa** away\nWill my child get to feel love?\nOr are we all just cursed to be street thugs?\n\u2018Cause being black hurts, and even worse if you speak first\nLiving my life as an Outlaw \u2013 what could be worse?\n\u2018Cause maybe if I tried to change\nWho'm I kidding? I'm a thug til I die; I'm a rider, mane\nTouch bases, eat lunch in plush places\nRegular criminal oasis awaits us\nIf there's a ghetto for true thugs, I'll see you there\nAnd I'm sorry for not being there\nJust know your daddy was a soldier: Me Against the World\nBless the boys and all my little girls\nTo the Lord: I'm eternal, resting in peace\nPlease take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child\n[Outro]\nPlease take care of all my kids and my unborn child\nTo my unborn child\u2026\nThis letter goes out to my seeds that I might not get to see \u2018cause of this lifestyle\nJust know your daddy loved you\nGot nothing but love for you\nAnd all I wanted was for you to have a better life than I had\n\u2018Cause I was out there on a 24 hour 365 grind\nWhen you get to be my age, you'll understand\nJust know I got love for you\nAnd I'll see you if there's a ghetto in Heaven\nIf there's a ghetto Heaven, I'll be there waiting for you\nHeh heh, take care. Run wild, but be smart\nFollow the rules of the game\nI know sometimes there's confusion\nRules of the game is gonna get you through it\nAll day every day\nWatch out for these snakes and fakes\nFriends come a dime a dozen\nBe an individual, work hard\nStudy, get your mind sharp, trust nobody",
    "2pac - Letter to Nina Bhadreshwar lyrics": "Nina,\nSorry it took so long I did get your First letter and I enjoyed it. It helped my spirit rebuild Here is where My Heart is at this time. It's long but it's True. Use it as U see fit. I am not granting this information 2 any other publication, not even time & RollingStone so please represent it as it is layed. I trust u. I feel u and it is your call Do whatever works. Thanks Again \n\n\n\nEternal love.\n2PAC\nTupac Shakur",
    "2pac - Letter To Pac lyrics": "[Produced By: MixxedByTone]\nBoosie bad.. holla at my n***a right quick\nMy letter to 2Pac..\nWake up n***a, let me holla at you right quick\nFirst of all I wanna let you know\nThat you're really missed\nThere will probably be nobody better, real sh**\nAll through my life, you inspire me dawg\nWhen you died, I really cried\nI wanted to ride for you dawg\nSay 'pac\nI be going through it, just like you\nPolice hate me, government officals\nThey hate me too\nPeople compare me to you, but I never asked for that glory\nBut I do feel like we one of a kind, with similar stories\nThey call this hustle sh** this trap sh**\nSouth run the rap sh**\nHalf these rappers wouldn't even make it if you was rapping 'pac\nThese dudes you used to beef with? They blew up for real\nThe boy Jay Z, he eating, he damn near touching a bill\nUnconditional love, dear mama\nI ain't mad at you, my favorite song\nSay 'pac, when I listen to him I wish that you was home\n'pac, they charged me with murders, and maced me in my cell\nStill, I got high in that b**h every day 'pac, lol\nYour momma smilin', she even got her own college\nYou served a purpose, you gave millions of kids with nothing knowledge \n\n\n\nGuess what?\nSuge just hit a n***a in a car, heard he k**ed the n***a\nPac, now he say he going blind\nI hope he beat them b**hes\nThey still got money for wars\nBut they can't feed the poor\nWe got a black president now, 'pac\nBut we still ain't got Moor, it's crazy (his name's Obama)\nI just wish I had some time to make a hit with you\nMy oldest daughter Ivy say, \"Daddy that's all you listen to\"\nI hate the cops just like you hate the cops\nI can act in Hollywood but they don't wanna give me no shot\nMy bad, my name's Boosie\nPeople don't even buy CD's no more, 'pac\nTeenagers ain't even fighting mane\nThey squeezing that nine (They shootin' up everybody)\nAnyway, save a spot for me\nI wish you had Google\nCan't really tell you in this letter\nBut it's a lot to know about Boosie (I'm the truth 'pac)\nPolice shooting us down on TV now\nIt's starting to feel like 1968 in 3D, 'pac\nIt's amazing\nI f**ed two hoes, I tossed it up last night\nAnd they let me press record, I went dumb last night\nSmile\nBut anyway, you're probably tired so ima let you go\nBut thanks for everything you got me through, 100\nI remain the same\nBoosie Badazz",
    "2pac - Letter To The President lyrics": "Uhh.. dear Mr. President\nWhas happenin?\nI'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood\nPretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected\nAin't nothin changed\nAll the promises you made, before you got elected..\n.. they ain't came true\n[2Pac]\nTell me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood\nSend mo' troops, dear Mr. President\n(Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!)\nTell me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood\nSend mo' troops..\nWhy should I lie, when I can dramatize?\nni**az fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized\nSimply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious\ncause I'm seldom in the company of bi**hes\nPlus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss\neach and every trick or bi**h, inside the s**t I kick\nMy heaviest verse'll move a mountain\nCasualties in ma*s amounts, brothers keep countin\nf**k the friendships, I ride alone\nDestination d**h Row, finally found a home\nPlus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia\nDear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely\nyours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home\nEverybody's doped up, ni**a what you smokin on?\nFigure if we high they can train us\nbut then America f**ked up and blamed up\nI guess it's cause we black that we targets\nMy only fear is God, I spit that hard s**t\nIn case you don't know, I let my pump go\nGet ?ride for M'Thulu? like I ride for Geronimo\nDown to die, for everything I represent\nMeant every word, in my letter to the President\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops\n(What should I do?)\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops\n[Kastro]\nOh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable\ncause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out\nunder the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless\nand young soul bros, ready to rode a starship\nLaunch it, leave a ni**a flat for scratch, the Godless\nI gotta get chips, but you can't understand that\nWanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt\nIt's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work\nOn a mission listen more chips my goal and position\nFirst on my decision I realized the same ni**a\nTrippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar\nMuh'f**kers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better\nBut you keep, tellin us, that it is\nwhile your motherf**kin troops keep k**in our kids, dig\nDon't be surprised if you see us\nDumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherf**ker\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops\n[Edi Amin]\nStrapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke\nFightin first my trained brain until it's not so\nIt's hostile, ni**az lick shots to watch the glocks glow\nCadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals\nAnd it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets\nto people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks\nMr. President, it's evident, nobody really care\nfor a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair\nI was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale\nSo I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail\nBut y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share \n\n\n\nTil y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here\nMe and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease\nI'm still a ni**a you fear, bring the beast to his knees\nand I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent\nAnd I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President\ns**t is still f**ked up y'all\nAnd y'all wonder when it's gon' get better\nand it ain't gon' get better\n[2Pac]\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese ni**az actin up..\nHeavenly Father may I holla at you briefly\nI wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?\nHe's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug ni**a\nWe tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin\nHow hypocritical is Liberty?\nThat blind bi**h ain't never did s**t for me\nMy history, full of casket and scars\nMy own black nation at war, whole family behind bars\nAnd they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard\nSister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?\nSomewhere in the middle of my mind\nis a ni**a on the tightrope, screamin let him die\nCan't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood\nLookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on d**\nDown to die, for everything I represent\nMeant every word, in my letter to the President\n[Big Syke]\nBlacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin low?\nY'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'?\nTell the secretary it's necessary we get paid\nLook what you made, little kids gettin sprayed\nDay after day, and night after night\nBattles and wars to the daylight\nWe might change and rearrange if you do somethin\nTil then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President\nHehe\nAnd I meant every word in my letter to the President\n[2Pac]\nWord motherf**kin life\nf**k this ni**a think?Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare\nWe 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?\nMotherf**kers crazier than a motherf**kin ??\nni**a this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz ni**a\nWe fin' to hustle til we come up\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops\nDear Mr. Clinton, s**t\nIt's gettin harder and harder for a motherf**ker\nto make a dollar in these here streets\nI mean s**t, I hear you screamin peace\nBut we can't find peace\ntil my little ni**az on these streets get a piece\nI know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me\nSo why don't you help a ni**a out?Sayin you cuttin welfare\nThat got us ni**az on the street, thinkin who in the hell care?\ns**t, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks\nbut y'all ain't ready to give us no motherf**kin dollars\nWhat happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?\nWe ain't stupid\nThink you got us lookin to lose\nTryin to turn all us young ni**az into troops\nYou want us to fight your war\nWhat the f**k I'm fightin for?\ns**t, I ain't got no love here\nI ain't had a check all year\nTaxin, all the blacks and\npolice beatin me in the streets\nf**k peace\nThese ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops\n",
    "2pac - Letter to the President (OG) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nMy letter to the President\nTell me what to do, these n***as actin' up\nIn the hood Send mo' troops\nDear President\nTell me what to do, these n***as actin' up\nIn the hood Send mo' troops\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nWhy should I lie, when I can dramatize?\nn***as fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized\nSimply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious\nCause I'm seldom in the company of b**hes\nPlus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss\nEach and every trick or b**h, inside the sh** I kick\nMy heaviest verse'll move a mountain\nCasualties in ma** amounts, brothers keep countin'\nf** the friendships, I ride alone\nDestination d**h Row, finally found a home\nPlus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia\nDear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely\nYours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home\nEverybody's doped up, n***a what you smokin' on?\nFigure if we high they can train us\nBut then America f**ed up and blamed up\nI guess it's 'cause we black that we targets\nMy only fear is God, I spit that hard sh**\nIn case you don't know, I let my pump go\nGet ride for Mutulu like I ride for Geronimo\nDown to die, for everything I represent\nMeant every word, in my letter to the President\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops\n[Verse 2: E.D.I. Amin & Kastro]\nOh you's a baller in the White House\nI hope you comfortable Cause yo' I spend my nights out, with the lights out\nUnder the safety of darkness\nAmongst the crazed and the heartless\nAnd young soul bros\nAnd a Mr. cobra contest\nWith all these problems my world\nSpendin' this drama on earl\nMy President never seen senate with pleasure like\nWhatever momma tell me she hit it\nNo not the lottery sh**\nMeanin' she do what I ain't do\nBreak her off before I did\nSlip deep into the mind of a loner\nMy foes say f** him, he's a goner\nBut it ain't no shorts up on these corners\nOn a mission\nListen, let's ease my guard with precision\nPersonally my decision\nWhen I realized this ain't livin'\nHow you really ain't know\nHow this ghetto life go\nFor me and all my homies, when our enemies bone\nYou got the C.I.A\nAnd we got our A.K\nFor protection, in our section\nIn the felony days\nTo the President, (Ha ha)\n[Verse 3: Mussolini]\n( Check it )\nMr. President I represent the ghetto\nTell your wife hello, I got to go\nI be brief with this pedigree\nn***as is locked and said blocks on Penitentiary life\nMore n***as in jail than baptized\nFor centuries minority families how you stay lackin'\nHomeless shelters over-crowded and you still taxin'\nHomies dyin' out who got the clout, not me\nYou get more time for five grams, than a half a key\nBlack poppin' rocks, and whites on the potty rhyme\nAnd why don't test mine, rather die than let you see me cry\nAcross the border ask the lord to put somebody in your seat that cares\nHow can we stay in this world we supposed to share\nDemocrats, Republicans scum me to the concrete\nNo education inflation's covered by white sheets\nTry to ball legally conspiracy surrounds me\nSo I'm a outlaw from now until eternity\nForever Mussolini\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese n***as, actin' up\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nHeavenly Father may I holla at you briefly \n\n\n\nI wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?\nHe's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug n***a\nWe tired of bein' scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin'\nHow hypocritical is Liberty?\nThat blind b**h ain't never did sh** for me\nMy history, full of casket and scars\nMy own black nation at war, whole family behind bars\nAnd they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard\nSister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?\nSomewhere in the middle of my mind\nIs a n***a on the tightrope, screamin' let him die\nCan't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood\nLookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on d**\nDown to die, for everything I represent\nMeant every word, in my letter to the President\n[Verse 5: Mussolini]\nBlacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low?\nY'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'?\nTell the secretary it's necessary we get paid\nLook what you made, little kids gettin' sprayed\nDay after day, and night after night\nBattles and wars to the daylight\nWe might change and rearrange if you do somethin'\n'Til then we gonna keep it comin', Mr. President\nAnd I meant every word in my letter to the President\n[Ad-libs: 2Pac]\nHehe\nWord motherf**in' life\nf** this n***a think?\nCuttin' taxes, takin' off welfare\nWe 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?\nMotherf**ers crazier than a motherf**in' scout\nn***a this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz n***a\nWe fin' to hustle 'til we come up\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese n***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops)\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese n***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops)\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese n***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops)\nDear Mr. President, tell me what to do\nThese n***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops)\n[Overlapped Hook: 2Pac]\n(Dear Mr. President) n***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops)\nDear Mr. President is here\nn***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops)\nDear Mr. President\nn***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops)\nDear Mr. President\nThese n***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops)\nDear Mr. President\nn***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops)\nDear Mr. President\nThese n***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops).. Outlaw\nThese n***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops).. Outlaw!!\nn***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops).. Outlaw!!\nn***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops).. Outlaw!!\nn***as actin' up in the hood, (send mo' troops).. Outlaw\nn***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops\n[Collision: 2Pac]\nDear Mr. Clinton\u2026 it's gettin' harder and harder for a motherf**er to make a dollar in these here streets\nI mean sh**, I hear you screamin' peace\nBut we can't find peace\n'Til my little n***as on these streets get a piece\nI know you fear me cause you too near me not to hear me\nSo why don't you help a n***a out?\nSayin' you cuttin' welfare\nThat got us n***as on the street, thinkin' who in the hell care?\nsh**, y'all want us to put down our Glocks and our rocks\nBut y'all ain't ready to give us no motherf**in' dollars\nWhat happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?\nWe ain't stupid, think you got us lookin' to lose\nTryin' to turn all us young n***as into troops\nYou want us to fight your war, what the f** I'm fightin' for?\nsh**, I ain't got no love here\nI ain't had a check all year, taxin' all the blacks\nPolice beatin' me in the streets\u2026 f** peace!",
    "2pac - Letz Get It On (Ready 2 Rumble) lyrics": "[Intro]\nYes lord, yes lord\nd**h Row said so\nAll hail, all hail\nOutlawz\nLet's get ready to rumble\nLet's get ready to rumble\nHAHAHAHA\nYeah!\nThrow ya hands up!\nThrow ya hands up!\nThrow ya hands up!\nIn this corner\nThe ghetto gladiator\nIron Mike Tyson\nNever been defeated\nCan't keep a good man down!\nAnd in this corner riding with him\nHa Ha\n[Verse 1]\nAll they see is black venom, then my silhouette\nJust watch the fear reappear in they eyes when I hit the set\nOh no, 2Pac wit' team Tyson, Seldon was seldom seen..\nIron Mike cut his head like a guillotine\nTime for some action\nYou making me high, like Toni Braxton\nBustaz switching like Dennis Rodman\nWe still mashin'\nI put my hand up to God, life is hard, filled with stress\nThrowing blows in this square circle to see who's best\nMike don't hurt 'em!\nWhat they scream, wait!, what they mean?\nTyson put in work, his head touched the whole colosseum\nBetter act up when I see him\nWe loud in the front row, hype up the crowd..\nIf you don't like it, what you come for?\nAll hail\nTo fortified to fail, the Bed-Stuy a** kicker\nSplit the water like a sharks tail still strugglin'\nMay god help me bubble\nHit the ring, do my thing, all opposed feel trouble\nGet it on!\n[Hook]\nLet's get ready to rumble\nHaha, let's do this (yea)\nLet's get ready to rumble (you know)\nLet's get it on\nThrow ya hands up, throw ya hands up\nWhere they at?, where they at?\n[Verse 2]\nRound 2\nRight, left then left, right I seen him stutter WHAT?\nHe didn't duck and got stuck wit' yo' uppercut!\nNow hear the crowd screaming, It's like they fiendin'\nOh, don't you love how that black man swing? \n\n\n\nWe keep it real, tell Holyfield, he next in line\nSo get his heart problem checked before he steps to mine\nAnd Seldon, I hardly know ya, don't bother me to show ya\nLet ya head get ga**ed by that fast promoter\nBe real forever, so feel my leather in combinations\nConnecting like dot to dot in steady formations\nSwift and deadly, 'cause this be heavy\nI'm a soldier, it's too late now\nI tried to told ya, get it on!\n[Ad-libs + Hook]\nLet's get ready to rumble YES! YES! (huhu)\nLet's get it on\nAight this ain't goin' last long, y'all know how Tyson do it\nSo what, we gon' wipe beat this boy silly (hehhe)\nAnd then we go all, go party at 66 deuce mob style\nSo Tyson do ya thang boy... do ya thang\nLet's get it on now (so whatcha want?)\nYes, let's get it on (whatcha want, now?)\nLet's get ready to rumble!! (whatcha want?)\nLet's get it on now (UH, whatcha want, now?)\nYes, let's get it on (so whatcha want?)\nYes, let's get it on (so whatcha want, now?)\nLet's get ready to rumble!!! (whatcha want, now?)\nWhere ya at?, where ya at?, where ya at, now?\nWhere ya at?, where ya at?, where ya at, now?\nWhere ya at?, where ya at?, where ya at, now?\nHey Holyfield, you next! HA\nWhere ya at?, where ya at?, where ya at, now?\nWhere ya at?, where ya at?, where ya at, now?\nWhere ya at?, where ya at?, where ya at, now? (YO!)\nHey Holyfield, (HEY HEY) you next!\nHAHA\nWhere ya at?\nYeah, Iron Mike Tyson, team Tyson of theme song haha\nBy the thug you loved 'day\n2Pacalypse now, Makaveli The Don\nOutlawz, d**h Row, Westside 'til we die\nIt don't stop hahaha\nIt's going down n***a",
    "2pac - Lex Luthor/General Zod lyrics": "In progress...",
    "2pac - Liberty Needs Gla**es lyrics": "excuse me but Lady Liberty needs gla**es\nAnd so does Mrs. Justice by her side\nBoth the broads R blind as bats\nStumbling thru the system\nJustice bumped into Mutulu and\nTrippin' on Geronimo Pratt\nBut stepped right over Oliver\nAnd his crooked partner Ronnie\nJustice stubbed her Big Toe on Mandela \n\n\n\nAnd liberty was misquoted by the Indians\nslavery was a learning phase\nForgotten without a verdict\nwhile Justice is on a rampage\n4 endangered surviving Black males\nI mean really if anyone really valued life\nand cared about the ma**es\nThey'd take 'em both 2 Pen Optical\nand get 2 pairs of gla**es",
    "2pac - Lie To Kick It lyrics": "Yeah\nIf she didn't wanna f**\nThen she should of never called him\nI dedicate this to my n***a mike tyson\nIt's all good\nChorus:\nYou ain't got to lie to kick it\nTo them tricks and them b**hes\nOut to get a n***a's riches\nRichie rich:\nJack of all trades ballin' like jordan you punk\nFake inside the paint in fact i know you can't\nDo half of the sh** that you was claimin' in the county\ns**as on yo jock you claim you run the block\nPolyurethane busta cracked in half\nYou claim you folding bank but i know yo bank stank\nI lived around the corner i seen you fully smoked\nMust i say some more you weighed a buck 04\nYou sold ya tv for a buck cause it was way too late\nNow they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight\nYou's a baller lying to them youngstas quick\nGot them thinking you sick and representing yo click\nBut you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype\nYo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes\nAnd if they knew yo identity\nYou'd probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)\nYou ain't got to lie to kick it.\n~chorus 4x~\n2pac:\nYou ain't got to lie to kick it\nY'all don't hear me\nI got these n***as yackin' in my face\nAbout some sh** that never took place\nAnd what you see is what you get\nThat's what he told me\nI peeped it in his pose\nExposed the f**ing phony\nI'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie\n\n\n\nWith them b**hes they be speaking down on me\nHey it's gettin drastic\nGunnin n***as down cause they plastic\nSleep on a g and get that a** kicked\nAnd stuffed inside a casket\nRippin' the sh** like it's my muthaf**ing last hit\nHey they wonder why a n***a's nothin' nice\nAnd everytime i bust a nut i f** for tyson\nCause i know the real on the b**h\nShe got to skit ya just to get a n***a's riches (f** that b**h)\nI pray to god that the b**h don't get no dick\nAnd got a n***a screamin' f** that b**h!\n~chorus~\nPac and richie rich:\nWell if a b**h'll be a b**h\nThen a trick'll be a trick\nI've got my n***a richie rich and we be all up in the mix\nThis is thug life baby rollin' hoes like vogues\nStay the f** up out of mine\nAnd i'll stay out of yours\nIt's a oakland thang and b**h you wouldn't understand\nThis tanqueray got me screamin' f** yo' man.\nBut now you beefing on the strength\nThat you was thinkin' i was joking\nHey b**h i got no time for hoes i'm steady clockin'\nAnd if it ain't about a buck i gives a f**\nIt's raggedy hoes like you that keep a n***a stuck\nSo what's up with them low life b**hes tryin' to play me\nb**h you better see trojan about yo' baby (ha ha)\nTrickin' n***as better catch up on they pimpin'\nCause b**hes love to catch a n***a when they slipping\nChorus 'til end\n",
    "2pac - Life Goes On (!llmind Remix) lyrics": "How many brothers fell victim to the streets\nRest in peace young n***a, there's a Heaven for a 'G'\nBe a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of d**h\nMy n***as, we tha last ones left\nBut life goes on\nHow many brothers fell victim to the streets\nRest in peace young n***a, there's a Heaven for a 'G'\nBe a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of d**h\nMy n***as, we tha last ones left\nBut life goes on\nAs I bail through tha empty halls\nBreath stinkin'\nIn my draws\nRing, ring, ring\nQuiet y'all\nIncoming call\nPlus this my homie from high school\nHe's getting bye\nIt's time to bury another brotha nobody cry\nLife as a baller\nAlcohol and booty calls\nWe usta do them as adolecents\nDo you recall?\nRaised as G's\nLoc'ed out and blazed the weed\nGet on tha roof\nLet's get smoked out\nAnd blaze with me\n2 in tha morning\nAnd we still high a**ed out\nScreamin' 'thug till I die'\nBefore I pa**ed out\nBut now that your gone\nI'm in tha zone\nThinkin'\n'I don't wanna die all alone'\nBut now ya gone\nAnd all I got left are stinkin' memories\nI love them n***as to d**h\nI'm drinkin' Hennessy\nWhile tryin' ta make it last\nI drank a 5th for that a**\nWhen you pa**ed....\nCause life goes on\nHow many brothers fell victim to the streets\nRest in peace young n***a, there's a Heaven for a 'G'\nBe a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of d**h\nMy n***as, we tha last ones left\nBut life goes on\nHow many brothers fell victim to the streets\nRest in peace young n***a, there's a Heaven for a 'G'\nBe a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of d**h\nMy n***as, we tha last ones left\nBut life goes on\nYeah n***a\nI got tha word as hell\nYa blew trial and tha judge gave you\n25 with an L\nTime to prepare to do fed time\nWon't see parole\nImagine life as a convict\nThat's gettin' old\nPlus with tha drama\nWe're lookin out for your baby's mama\nTaken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her \n\n\n\nLife in tha hood\nIs all good for nobody\nRemember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties\nMe and you\nNo true a two\nWhile scheming on hits\nAnd gettin tricks\nThat maybe we can slide into\nBut now you buried\nRest n***a\nCause I ain't worried\nEyes blurry\nSayin' goodbye at the cemetary\nTho' memories fade\nI got your name tated on my arm\nSo we both ball till' my dying days\nBefore I say goodbye\nKato and Mental rest in peace\nThug till I die\nHow many brothers fell victim to the streets\nRest in peace young n***a, there's a Heaven for a 'G'\nBe a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of d**h\nMy n***as, we tha last ones left\nBut life goes on\nHow many brothers fell victim to the streets\nRest in peace young n***a, there's a Heaven for a 'G'\nBe a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of d**h\nMy n***as, we tha last ones left\nBut life goes on\nBury me smilin'\nWith G's in my pocket\nHave a party at my funeral\nLet every rapper rock it\nLet tha hoes that I usta know\nFrom way before\nKiss me from my head to my toe\nGive me a paper and a pen\nSo I can write about my life of sin\nA couple bottles of Gin\nIn case I don't get in\nTell all my people I'm a Ridah\nNobody cries when we die\nWe outlaws\nLet me ride\nUntil I get free\nI live my life in tha fast lane\nGot police chasen me\nTo my n***as from old blocks\nFrom old crews\nn***as that guided me through\nBack in tha old school\nPour out some liquor\nHave a toast for tha homies\nSee we both gotta die\nBut ya chose to go before me\nAnd brothas miss ya while your gone\nYou left your n***a on his own\nHow long we mourn\nLife goes on\nHow many brothers fell victim to the streets\nRest in peace young n***a, there's a Heaven for a 'G'\nBe a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of d**h\nMy n***as, we tha last ones left\nBut life goes on",
    "2pac - Life Is A Traffic Jam lyrics": "(eight mile road)\nLand of the free, and home of the enslaved\nTill the concept of time\n6 hours, 22 minutes, and 3 seconds, i've been standing in this\nCounty line\nBy the looks of the gridlock outside\nIts gotta be about 3:39\nEverybody rushin from place to place\nThe looks on their faces ain't no different from mine\nBoth of us look like we just worked a 9-5\nSee, but when i clock out\nI'm not looking for stress, but for the kind share\nSince i started this county line shift,\nHuh did i say shift? i mean this sentence\nI've heard nothing but sirens outside the door\nHow much you want to bet there's an ambulance rushin a short man,\nO.d. man, police abused black man to the hospital?\nNow what they rushin for is my intrest?\nRushin through traffic jam to get to emergency room traffic jam, that's\nSusppose to be a free clinic\nOnly to hear if you have or don't have insurance\n\n\n\nIt ain't nuttin but survivial of the fittest\nSo what they rushin for?\nAnd damn this man at the window is slow\nThe concept of time has os all f**ed, and on top of that,\nLife ain't nuttin but a traffic jam.\n(2pac)\nLife is too short, i feel trapped\nHopping i don't get caught, watch my back\nLost in the traffic, heartless and tragic\nDon't wanna get my a** kicked\nSo i walk in this mindless state, and a don't make me feel this way\nI'll tell ya\nLife is a traffic jam, i'm stuck\nWhen will you realize your f**ed?\nDon't try to change my ways, i'm hopeless\nVictims to the games we play, stay focused\nWath for the crazy ride, don't lie\nHigh till the day we die\nI'ts my life\nTell me if you feel me\nI'll tell ya\nLife is a traffic jam sincerely\nStretch your mind, spoon feed your soul\n3 voices you can't control\nRemember life is a traffic jam\nLife is a traffic jam (x4)\n",
    "2pac - Life Of An Outlaw lyrics": "In the life we live as thugs,\nEverbody f**in wit us so can't you see\nIt's hard to be a man.\nRidin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? n***as ain't listenin.\nStuck in positions. If victims can't stand the heat,\nThen stay the f** out the kitchen.\nHave these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.\nItchin, givin s**as plenty space.\nHave these b**h n***as snitchin.\nWhere are we now? Guns found daily.\nThe feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope.\nThey backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap.\nAttack. Words bein known to explode on contact.\nExtreme at times. Blinded by my pa**ion and fury.\nLook at me laugh at my competition's flashin my j**elry.\nYou'd stay silent if you n***as knew me. Truely effective.\nThe sh** you heard ain't do me justice. Got a d**h wish, b**h.\nRun up, face me and trace wit an infared beam.\nIt seems n***as ain't recognize my team.\nAin't nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti.\nUnload it. 'cause n***as ain't ready. The life of an outlaw. [Chorus repeats] Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols.\nKeep an eye out for the devils 'cause they itchin to get you.\nMercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue.\nAutomatic gunfire makin all my enemies run.\nWho should I call when I'm shot and bleedin.\nIndeed the possibility has part a chase in cream.\nDope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few.\nMy foes victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes.\nWe got memories fadin fast. A slave for cash.\nAccelerate, mash, blast, then dash.\nDon't look now. How you like it, raw.\nn***as ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender.\nd**h is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out.\nf** the world 'cause this is how they made me.\nScarred but still breathin.\nBelieve in me and you could see the victory.\nA warrior with j**els. Can you picture me?\nLife of and outlaw. [Chorus repeats] City under siege. It's like I can't even breathe. \n\n\n\nI'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street.\nPlenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene.\nMobb Deep. This n***a from behind tryin to creep.\nNo halfs wit no straps, jack.\nIt's on to bounce back.\nAnd an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ?\nGet this grip wit hollows to get cha.\nSnip wit clippers. Get the picture?\nI wrote my life down like a scripture. And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely.\nWhere ain't nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy.\nEverybody livin soley for themselves. Too hostile on a land hell.\nSomebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it.\nWit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz\nLike a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed.\nTo plan sh**. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted.\nApproved to go on swole and now I got it. Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin.\nAttach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin.\nCreepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak.\nWhile they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self.\nNo doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You're all blind.\nSome kind of life of mine Kato don't mind.\nFindin it funny, matter of fact, 'cause it is.\nPerhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw.\nEh, Noble.\nWhat's up n***a.\nWould you die for me, n***a?\nHell yeah.\nWould you k** for me?\nOn my grandmother, n***a.\nAh yo.\nWhat's up.\nLet's ride on them stupid b**hes right now.\nWatch out. Well now they all say they roaches and parasites.\nSnakes and all they might\nThug Life break night.\nDrink till we fist fight.\nLife or d**h. But you can't win with a vest.\nBut there won't be no breathing for the reason\nPunk b**h on your breath.\nI see day is dark and I admit it's dark.\nSo chase ?\nBeware foolin marks.\nAnd yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly.\nAnd let me bust back to them n***as till they all sweaty.",
    "2pac - Life Through My Eyes lyrics": "* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists\n[2Pac]\nNo fairy tales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales\nThough life is hard we carry on\nLivin' in the projects, broke with no lights on\nNo fairy tales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales\nThough life is hard we carry on\nLivin' in the projects, broke with no lights on\n[Memphis Bleek]\nYo, it's just another day I wake up, it's more rock to break up\nWe take physical losses and y'all just take a pay cut\nPlus, you take a mortgage loan to hold ya home\nBut our credit is pathetic they just let it be known\nSo they evict us, got some of my sisters livin' in shelters\nIt's the system, the difference you teach ya kids to know better\nBut you can go home, you know ya mom and pop there\nYeah, we can go home but our life is out there\nYeah, bills through the roof I'm makin' payments every week\nGet my money off them books cuz ain't nobody hired me\nPeople die in your community, life is a struggle\nKids dyin' every day cuz they be shootin' for the coke\nLife through my blood shot eyes can be trouble sometimes\nI smoke the pain away but still not high\nI sip that Henny, say a prayer, after that then I'm good\nJust bless the days for all my people that's raised in the hood\nIt's our life\n[2Pac]\nNo fairy tales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales\nThough life is hard we carry on\nLivin' in the projects, broke with no lights on\nNo fairy tales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales\nThough life is hard we carry on\nLivin' in the projects, broke with no lights on\n[Memphis Bleek]\nAnd I done traveled the world, wish you could see what I see\nI been through numerous hoods, they livin' just like we\nI've seen the wars, seen the struggle, seen the violence in the street\nSeen a hustler get fed up sometimes and pop back at police\nCuz he couldn' stand to see himself in penitentiary \n\n\n\nCouldn't see those type of numbers so it's elementary\nSee the way I see it's gotta be Heaven for a G\nCuz it's hell tryin' to feed ya seed and leave a legacy\nSee wrong, see right depends on how you see in life\nSee justice, she's blind she won't let you see the light\nSeen people doin' bad I ain't the only one that see\nSeems like they wanna see us all in this poverty\nSee, I'm in the hood they buildin' condos every week\nsh**, it hurts to live like this see it's nice across the street\nBut if you can focus in this life ain't ride\nIf you can vision what I printed you'll see life through my eyes\nLet's go\n[2Pac]\nNo fairy tales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales\nThough life is hard we carry on\nLivin' in the projects, broke with no lights on\nNo fairy tales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales\nThough life is hard we carry on\nLivin' in the projects, broke with no lights on\n[Memphis Bleek]\nI saw the raids in the hood, saw a dude take a trip with like\nTen of them thangs in my hood\nEven saw a young baller slip, he got hit with a clip\nAnd that dude that took that route he got hit with like ten\nSaw the inside of a cell, just bums and fiends\nSaw the laws of the jails, n***a B's and C's\nGot Kings and GD's saw a life took for two G's\nSaw the dope k** a fiend and that just brings you more cheese\nI saw the block that was worst at its best\nSeen a man play with a gun and shoot himself in his chest\nI' tryin' to write so you can see what he saw\nYou know life through hs eyes, that be 2Pac Shakur\nAnd let's go\n[2Pac]\nNo fairy tales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales\nThough life is hard we carry on\nLivin' in the projects, broke with no lights on\nNo fairy tales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales\nThough life is hard we carry on\nLivin' in the projects, broke with no lights on",
    "2pac - Life Through My Eyes (Poem) lyrics": "Life through my bloodshot eyes\nwould scare a square 2 d**h\npoverty, murder, violence\nand never a moment 2 rest\nFun and games R few\nbut treasured like gold 2 me\ncuz I realize that I must return \n\n\n\n2 my spot in poverty\nBut mock my words when I say\nmy heart will not exist\nunless my destiny comes through\nand puts an end 2 all of this",
    "2pac - Life's So Hard lyrics": "Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy\nThey got me goin cold-hearted\nProbation, violation, incarceration\nFrustration, you know\nf** that, n***a damn near bouts to start basin\nIt's hard! Hard on a n***a (coughing)\nHard on a n***a (yeah it is, yeah it is)\n(whispered) k** k** k**, murder murder murder\nWatch out n***a!\nChorus:\nNow tell me do you see\nLife's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G\n(repeat 2X)\n(Tupac - chorus 2X throughout)\nDaz in this motherf**er\nAlright bwoy, drop that sh**\nWha**up man? Always listen to that sh**?\nThat thug criminal sh**? Peep game n***a, peep game, feel me\n(Verse One)\nTravel through my mind am I blind it's a shame\nYoung n***az gettin murdered straight took out the game\nAs I sit here puffin on a cigarette\nGotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a n***az d**h\nThese are the rough times, best to hurry up\nand duck muh'f**er 'fore I buck mine\nIt's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped\nSurrounded by n***az but nary a motherf**er down to watch my back\nThese are the b**h made n***az, you been played n***a\nWhile you starvin and broke they pullin six figures\nOooh, what can you do\nwhen you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two\nBoo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin\non this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?\nHeyyy, I have no remorse\nas I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh\n(Chorus)\nNow tell me do you see\nLife's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G\n(Verse Two)\nThuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it\nI'm the first muh'f**er that can outrun a bullet\nIt's them Thug Life n***az and we don't like tricks\nGot these punk wannabes and they jockin like b**hes\nNow my riches is gettin hoes on it's own\nf** a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone\nI'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach\nand stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out\nSee you on the freeway, sorry baby\nbut I gotta call my homey see what he say\nI ain't got no time, I gotta get mine\nI keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime\nAnd ain't no way I'ma let b**h made n***a worry me\nCatch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me\nHell nah n***a have to plug me twice\nAin't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherf**er can you see?\n(Chorus 2X)\nNow tell me do you see\nLife's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G\n(Verse Three)\nNever bow down let these other b**hes crawl\nI'm a Thug motherf**er and these Thugs only ball \n\n\n\nAin't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave\nI'm a muhf**in fool, but I choose to get paid\nNow my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright\nMe and my b**h named Nina are fiendin tonight\nAin't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin\nAll I want, is my muh'f**in money, ain't no question\nDon't try to stall little trick, cause we hit\nSo bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his dick\nI'd rather die young than die old and broke\nThat's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke\nMy memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies\nBut now I'm doin bad and them b**hes don't know me (Who? Who?)\nBut playa haters can't fade me (Why?)\nCause this is Thug Life n***a and we're crazy, tell me do you see?\n(Chorus 2X)\nNow tell me do you see\nLife's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G\n(Verse Four)\nYeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars\nGettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards\nMy life is hectic my homies send mail from jail\nn***az in Hell got some horrible stories to tell\nI'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip\nThe IRS is tryin to stress off a n***az sh**\nA young n***a never had a prayer to prevail\nAnd all my peers doin years locked up in jail\nWhat can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew\nAnd creep around with them Dogg Pound n***az too\nAnd now we rich ain't no b**h than can touch us\nAnd it's a trip, how we clown, when we f** s*uts\nBust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang\nAnd motherf**ers got on do-rags\n(Chorus 2X)\nNow tell me do you see\nLife's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G\nCan I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherf**in get paid\nn***a can work for his money all motherf**in day and\nstill never see a piece of it, you understand me?\nIt's not about the nice guy\nIt's bout the hardworkin motherf**in Thug n***a\nIf you ain't a Thug n***a, you ain't really doin nothin\n(Chorus repeats in background)\nNow tell me do you see\nLife's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G\nYou ain't really makin nothin\nThese motherf**in po-po's and these pink folks\ngot it all locked up for us to fail\nSee how they did O.J., and they doin n***az like that all day\nSo if you don't watch your motherf**in stack\nbelieve me, this could be your last breath...\n(Chorus 2X) to fade\nNow tell me do you see\nLife's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G",
    "2pac - Lil Hommies lyrics": "\nIntro -\nf**in' lil homiez;\nEverybody duckin';\nMy f**in' lil homiez;\nLil homiez;\nEverbody duckin';\nMy f**in' lil homiez;\n1st verse -\nJust pay attention;\nHere's a story 'bout my lil homiez;\nStraight thuggin';\nLittle bad young muthaf**as;\nGotta love 'em;\nYou could catch him in his 'g' ride;\nClutchin' his glock;\nScreamin' outlaw bustin' on my enemies' block;\nEducated on these cold streets;\nGetting money makin' dummies out the police;\nAin't no peace;\nFor an adolescent n***a too wild to be a thinker;\nBlunt smokin' twenty-four/seven, everyday drinker;\nGot my diploma but i never learned sh** in school;\nMo' money, mo' b**hes, mo' murder fool;\nAlways the young n***az gettin' in sh**;\nShe wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a b**h;\nBustin' on paper thin muthaf**as;\nDrinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin' on them bustas;\nEmptied his clip;\nPa**ed by like he didn't know me;\nEverybody's duckin';\nMy f**in' lil homiez;\nHook 1 -\nLil homiez on the ride;\nn***az gonna die tonight;\nLet's get high tonight; (my lil homiez)\nLil homiez on the mash;\nRunnin' from these punk police;\nCause lil n***az run these streets;\nLil homiez on the ride;\nn***az gonna die tonight;\nLet's get high tonight; (my lil homiez)\nLil homiez on the mash;\nRunnin' from these punk police;\nCause lil n***az run these streets;\n2nd verse -\nI remember;\nWhen you was just a little 'g';\nFlirtin' with d**h;\nPlayin' russian roulette;\nScreamin' k** me;\nHey there young n***a whatcha smokin' on;\nMad at the world cause you came from a broken home;\nLove to squab' plus your mob is sick;\nA bunch of adoelscent n***az spittin' major sh**;\nTell me - young n***a if you die, let me know;\nWould your heart feel pain;\nWatchin' as your mother cries;\nWill all your homies ride?;\nOr will they all get high, and talk about how you died?;\nYoung n***az on a mission to compete;\nGettin' g's, packin' heat, bringin' havoc to the f**in' streets;\nNobody knows why he took a four-four and unloaded on the whole front row;\nTry to tell him but he act like he don't know me;\nPull out his pistol and show me;\nMy lil homiez;\nHook 2 -\nLil homiez on the ride;\nn***az gonna die tonight; (wa**up n***a?)\nLet's get high tonight; (yeah)\nLil homiez on the mash; (lil bada** muthaf**as)\nRunnin' from these punk police; (you muthaf**as know what time it is)\nCause lil n***az run these streets; (my lil homiez)\n\n\n\nLil homiez on the ride; (yeah n***a)\nn***az gonna die tonight; (juvenile delinquent a** muthaf**as)\nLet's get high tonight;\nLil homiez on the mash; (under eighteen)\nRunnin' from these punk police;\nCause lil n***az run these streets; (n***a set that sh**)\n3rd verse -\nFirst to bomb;\nSixteen on d**h row;\nBustin' on them phony muthaf**as n***a;\nBig homie said so;\nn***az knew i was a nutcase;\nQuick to blast;\nLiving underage bullet blazed on your b**h a**;\nIs there a heaven for a 'g'?;\nAnd if it is;\nWill i finally get to be at peace?;\nOn these streets ain't no peace;\nShellshocked shows;\nMaking money off a crack sale;\nYoung black male;\nUnable to change cause it's a cycle;\nPlus nobody knows;\nThe evil that they might do;\nLil moo, big yak, k-kastro;\nBig malc, huessein, call 'em outlawz;\nTellin' the world to be equipped;\nWhen these young muthaf**as rip sh**;\nThey don't quit;\nDrew down on me;\nPulled a pound on me;\nBust like he didn't know me;\nMy f**in lil homiez;\nOutro -\nLil homiez on the ride; (wa**up n***a let's do this sh**)\nn***az gonna die tonight;\nLet's get high tonight; (my lil homiez)\nLil homiez on the mash; (lil bada** muthaf**in' adolescent n***az)\nRunnin' from these punk police;\nCause lil n***az run these streets; (my lil homiez)\nLil homiez on the ride; (what the f** you n***az wanna do?)\nn***az gonna die tonight; (what n***a?)\nLet's get high tonight; (my f**in' lil homiez)\nLil homiez on the mash; (sixteen, fifteen, thirteen)\nRunnin' from these punk police;\nCause lil n***az run these streets; (my f**in' lil homiez)\nLil homiez on the ride; (juvenile deliquents ready to bust on you muthaf**as)\nn***az gonna die tonight;\nLet's get high tonight; (what the f** you n***az wanna do n***a?)\nLil homiez on the mash;\nRunnin' from these punk police; (n***a take your sh** off)\nCause lil n***az run these streets; (lil homiez)\nLil homiez on the ride; (we robbin' muthaf**as n***a)\nn***az gonna die tonight;\nLet's get high tonight; (thug life, outlawz, westside, (blank)) (note: blank should be \"d**h row n***a\")\nLil homiez on the mash;\nRunnin' from these punk police; (you know what time it is)\nCause lil n***az run these streets; (my lil homiez)\nYou know what the f** you got into n***a;\nOutlawz n***a;\nThe lil homiez;\nYaki kadafi;\n",
    "2pac - Lil' Homies lyrics": "f**in lil' homies..\nEverybody duckin, my f**in lil' homies\nMy lil' homies..\nEverybody duckin, my f**in lil' homies\n[2Pac]\nJust pay attention\nHere's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin\nLil' bad young mothaf**ers, gotta love him\nYou catch him in his G ride, touchin his glock\nScreamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherf**er) bustin on my enemy's block\nEducated on these cold streets\nGettin money makin dummies out the police, ain't no peace\nfor an adolescent n***a to rap, so be a thinker\nBud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker\nGot my diploma but I never learned sh** in school\nMo' money, mo' b**hes, mo' murder fool\nAlways the young n***az gettin in sh**\nShe wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a b**h (b*atch)\nBustin on paper thin motherf**ers\nDrinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin on them busters\nEmptied his clip, pa**ed by like he didn't know me\nEverybody duckin, my f**in lil' homies\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nLil' homies on the ride\nn***az gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight\n(my lil' homies)\nLil' homies on the mash\nRunnin from these punk police, cause lil' n***az run the sreets\n(my f**in lil' homies)\n[2Pac]\nI remember.. when you was just a lil' G\nFlirting with d**h, playin Russian Roulette, screamin KILL ME!\nHey there young n***a, what you smokin on?\nMad at the world cause you came from a broken home\nLove to squad plus your mob is sick\nA bunch of adolescent n***az spittin major sh**\nTell me, young n***a if ya die let me know\nWould your heart feel pain, watchin as your mother cries?\nWill all your homies ride?\nOr will they all get high, and talk about how you died?\nYoung n***az on a mission to compete\nGettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the f**in streets\nNobody knows why he took a fo'-fo' \n\n\n\nand loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!)\nTry to tell him but he act like he don't know me\nPull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac - over Chorus]\nHahaha, wha**up n***a? YEAH!\nYou lil' bad motherf**ers\nYou motherf**ers know what time it is\nYeah n***a!\nJuvenile delinquent-a** motherf**ers\nUnder eighteen.. better protect that sh**!\n[2Pac]\nFirst to bomb, sixteen on d**h row\nBustin on them phony motherf**ers cause the big homey said so\nn***az knew I was a nut case, quick to blast\nLivin underage, but he'll blaze on yo' b**h a**\nIs there a heaven for a G?\nAnd if it is, will I finally get to be at peace?\nOn these streets ain't no peace, shell-shocked souls\nmakin money off of crack sales, young black males\nUnable to change cause it's a cycle\nPlus nobody knows.. the evil that they might do\nLil' Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro\nBig mouth Hussein, call them Outlawz\nTellin the world to be equipped\nWhen these young motherf**ers rip sh**, they don't quit\nDrew down on me, pull a pound on me\nBust like he didn't know me, my lil' homies\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac - over Chorus]\nWha**up n***a let's do this sh**! My lil' homies!\nLil' bad-a** motherf**in adolescent n***az! My lil' homies!\nWhat the f** you n***az wanna do? WHAT ni**a? My f**in lil' homies\nSixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my f**in lil' homies\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac - over Chorus]\nJuvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherf**ers\nWhat the f** you n***az wanna do n***a?!\nn***a take yo' sh** on, lil' homies!\nWe robbin motherf**ers n***a, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! Wessyde!\nYou know what time it is, my lil' homies!\n[2Pac as Chorus fades out]\nYou know what the f** you gotta do n***a, Outlawz n***a\nMy lil' homies..\n",
    "2pac - Live Freestyle 95 lyrics": "Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime your ready, check it!\nI got seven Mac 11's, about eight\n38's, nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, the sh**s never ends\nYou can't touch my riches, even if you had\nMC Hammer and them 357 b**hes\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nThat's how I got the weedspot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lamb spread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give mc's the runs drippin'\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK\nI slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm droppin sh** like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin' babies at they christening \n\n\n\nMotherf**ing Biggie Smalls\nWhat you gonna do with it 2Pac?\nYeah where the motherf**in thugs at?\nThrow your motherf**ing middle finger\nWe gonna do this sh** like this\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings, though I'm stressin\nKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my n***as in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nuttin separatin us from a MacK 10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, hold up\nA straight soldier, bucking at the busters\nNo matter how you try, n***as never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me striking down the block, hitting corners\nMobbing like a motherf**er, living like I - wanna\nAnd ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherf**er crime, pays!\nLet the cops put they lights on, chase me n***a\nZig zaggin through the freeway, race me n***a\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherf**er, that you ever saw",
    "2pac - Live it up lyrics": "f**\nI ain't got no motherf**in friends\nThat's why I f**ed yo' b**h, you fat motherf**er\n(take money) West side!!\nBad Boy k**ers\n(take money) You know the realest is n***as\n(take money) We bring it to you\n(take money)\nVerse One: 2Pac\nFirst off, f** your b**h and the clique you claim\nWest side when we ride come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player but I f**ed your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boy n***as f** for life\nPlus Puffy tryin ta see me weak, hearts I rip\nBiggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark a** b**hes\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin for ya j**els\nSteady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules\nLittle Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya\nCut your young a** up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil Kim, don't f** around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' ugly a** off tha street, so f** peace\nI let them n***as know it's on for life\nSo let the West side ride tonight hahahah\nBad Boy murdered on wax, and k**ed\nf** wit' me and get yo caps peeled, you know ... see ...\nChorus:\nGrab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nni**a, I hit em' up...\nInterlude: 2Pac\nCheck this out, you muthaf**as know what time it is\nI don't even know why I'm on this track\nYa'll n***as ain't even on my level\nI'ma let my little homies ride on you\nb**h made-a** bad boy b**hes, feel it!\nVerse Two: Fatal\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smallz just got dropped\nLittle Moo, pa** the Mac, and let me hit him in his back\nFrank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps\nLittle accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya\nPoisonous gats attack when I'm servin ya\nSpank ya shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, cause I'ma slam you a** in the paint\nPuffy weaker than the f**in block I run on you n***a\nAnd I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you n***a\nWith the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nYa clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour\nAnd hit em up\nChorus\nGrab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nni**a, we hit em' up...\nVerse Three: 2Pac\nPeep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n***as gettin\nk**ed with ya mouths open\nTryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping\nSmokin dope it's like a sherm high\nn***as think they learned to fly\nBut they burn muthaf**a, you deserve to die\nTalkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me\nAll you n***as living bummy, why you're f**in' with me\nI'm a self made milionare\nThug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on tha couch\nAnd beg the b**h to let you sleep in the house, ahh\nNow its all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled\nNow I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK \n\n\n\nI'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherf**er, I hit em up\nVerse Four: Kadafi\nI'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur\nNo point to comment , we bringin drama to all you herbs\nKnuckle check the scenario, Little Cease\nI bring you fake G's to your knees\nCoppin pleas in de janeiro\nLil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?\nGet ya lil Junior whopper clique smoked up, what the f**\nIs you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my clique lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block\nWith 15 shots co*ked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw mafia clique movin up another notch\nAnd you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped\nAll your fake-a** east coast props brainstormed and locked\nVerse Five: Idi Amin\nYou is a, b writer, a Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to ya face you ain't sh** but a faker\nSofter than Alizee with a chaser\nBout to get murdered for the paper\nIdi Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold\nTotin smoke, we ain't no muthaf**in joke\nThug Life, n***as betta be known, we approachin\nIn the wide open, guns smokin\nNo need for hopin its a battle lost, I got em crossed\nSoon as the funk is poppin off\nn***a I hit em up\nOutro: 2Pac\nNow you tell me who won\nI see them, they run\nThey don't wanna see us\nWhole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us\nHow the f** they gonna be the mob when we always on our job\nWe millionaires, k**in ain't fair but somebody gotta do it\nOh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna f** with us?\nYou little young a** motherf**ers\nDon't one of you n***as got sickle cell or somethin?\nYou f**in with me n***a you f** around\nAnd have a seizure or a heart-attack\nYou better back the f** up, before you get smacked the f** up\nThat's how we do it on our side\nAny of you n***as from New York that wanna bring it, bring it\nBut we ain't singin, we bringin drama\nf** you and your motherf**in mama\nWe gonna k** all you motherf**ers\nNow when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie\nThen everybody had to open their mouth with a motherf**in opinion\nWell this how we gonna do this\nf** Mobb Deep\nf** Biggie\nf** Bad Boy as a staff record label\nAnd as a motherf**in crew\nAnd if you wanna be down with Bad Boy\nThen f** you too\nChino XL, f** you too\nAll you motherf**ers, f** you too\n(take money)\n(take money)\nAlla y'all motherf**ers, f** you die slow motherf**er\nMy fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow\nYou motherf**ers can't be us or see us\nWe the motherf**in Thug Life riders West side till we die!\nOut here in California n***a we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherf**ers\nWe do our job\nYou think you mob, n***a we the motherf**in mob\nAin't nuttin but k**ers and fa'real n***as\nAll you motherf**ers feel us\nOur sh**'s going triple and four-quadruple\n(take money)\nYou n***as laugh coz our staff got guns in they\nMotherf**ers belt, you know how it is\nWhen we drop records they felt\nYou n***as can't feel it\nWe the realest, fu*k EM, we Bad Boy k**az *echoes*",
    "2pac - Living In Pain lyrics": "[Opening: Just Blaze]\nWelcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze n***as\n[Intro: Mary J. Blige]\nThere's no way out, it seems I can't get free\nSomebody tell me what's happening to me\n[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]\nThe country bud got me chokin'\nI'm on a mission to the point that motherf**ers think I'm smokin'\nYea that sick n***a Biggie wit the 8-shot fifth\nWit the extra clip for that extra sh**\nDon't you know that a k**ing is thrilling\nAll the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing\nA born gangsta my daddy was a thug\nHad a .38 wit the hollow point slug\nSo when he lit shots\nn***as dropped, quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor\nA little n***a tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes\nPayin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's\nNow I'm much older, colder, f** a holster\nGot the Mac 11 swingin' from my shoulder\nIt's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain\nI'm livin' in a house of pain\n[Hook: Mary J. Blige]\nIs anybody listenin' and tell me can you can see this darkness surrounding me\nNow it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder and it's gettin' hard to breathe\nVisions gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried cause it's gettin' hard to see\nWhen your livin' in the house of pain\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nThe motherf**in' dust kicker, who can you trust?\nDo you have the heart to see a n***a\nBefore you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes\nBustin' motherf**ers out the blocks and I ain't even go\nNow how the hell do you explain my claim to fame?\nFrom doin' flicks to bustin' tricks out the f**in' frame \n\n\n\nGot these b**hes on my jock, n***as on my block\nJealous a** s**ers got em duckin' from my smokin' Glock\nAnd bustin' n***as a**es is to stay alive\nSkinny a** playa watchin' bigger motherf**ers fry\nThey ask me how I'm livin', I'm a hustler\nBuckin' busters 'til they die\nNow it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?\nn***as got they AK's headin' for the burbs\nAimin' at them skin headed b**hes let it rain\nGivin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain\n[Hook]\n[Z-Mane Talking]\nI don't know how long I can deal with this\nBig, Pac!\nYeah....\n[Verse 3: Z-Mane]\nMy mama always use to tell me I should say what I feel\nAnd never sell out to the biz, I ain't got time to k**\nSo I'm always making moves, always on to the next\nHip-Hop is a test, if I don't pa**, I got nothing left\nNowadays, n***as claimin that they straight out the hood\nSome of 'em real about it, most of 'em is just some little goodie goods\nWho should demolish 'em? The n***a in the blue hoodie should\nStraight outta Davis all the way to P.V. and Wynnewood\nThese n***as talk alot, but when they see me, they scary\nThese hoes wanna smash and marry, this pain is too much for a young n***a to carry\nStill flying that blue flag, but I ain't bangin'\n97 lost a small soldier, and now it's steady rainin'\nGuess that's how it is, but, n***a, we just kids\nThinkin' that we gotta do everything our pops did\nPac, I still got my head up, Big, I'm still spittin' game\nYeah, my life is good, but I'm still in the house of pain\n[Hook]",
    "2pac - Living In The Projects lyrics": "[Hook: 2pac]\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nBroke, with no lights on\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nBroke, with no lights on\n[Verse 1: Jay Rock]\nLiving in the projects doing bad yes we flat broke\nThinking to myself like gotta get cash yo\nSo I start hustling serving that clientele, tryna stay outta jail\nCause momma got 2 jobs she working em too hard\nCompany got her stressing they pushing her too far\nBeen through some hard times duckin' dodging' them laws\nRunning from one time with a dirty rock in my draws\nNow I'm pushing that car, life of a hood star\nAnd when you straight balling now these hoes wanna call\nThats life in the projects thats life in the hood b\nAnd cash rules everything around me\nNothing but k**as and dope deals surround g\nThe ghettos like an ocean trying hard not to drown see\nRolling up trees getting high til our eyes bleed\nDreams of living good like the Cosbys\nI be\n[Hook: 2pac]\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nBroke, with no lights on\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nBroke, with no lights on\n[Verse 2: Jay Rock]\nFollow me home to my rural apartment\nOn the east side of Watts in the n***as in Gardens\nThe homies outside lifting weights in the front yard\nBody full of tattoos got the hood on his arm\nNow he marked for life thats all for stripes\nPlus the fiends on my block can't get off the pipe\nOld heads at the liquor store begging for quarters\nTalking bout in 88 he lived the life of a soldier \n\n\n\nThats life in the projects roaches and rats\nSmokers out back selling they mamas soul for d**\nDealers in the hood steady moving that c**a\nGotta get that cash no plans of being broka\nNeighborhood house parties them thugs is showing up\nGang signs is thrown plus the liquor the throwing up\nn***as is drinking and smoking and they ain't even old enough\n[Hook: 2pac]\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nBroke, with no lights on\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nBroke, with no lights on\n[Verse 3: Jay Rock]\nLiving in the projects broke with no lights on\nHis momma can't pay that utility bill\nLight up a candle and chill\nSo he hit the block got his grind on\nHomie front him a sack he paid the bill now them lights on\nSpent his last dollar scratching lottery tickets\nFresh out the pen tryna stay up outta the prison\nStreets is calling so he on the side of the buildings\nHustling rocks tryna provide for his children\nThe good die young the youth pa**ing away\nHe was only 16 lost and his life to a stray\nPlus the lapd tryna lock us away\nTalking about we gang injunction can't hang where we stay\nThats f**ed up ain't it, no perfect picture painted\nYeah the hoods the same dog but the worlds changing\nThe ghettos show us love even though sometimes its tainted\nReality you gotta face it the hood is what you make it\n[Hook: 2pac]\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nBroke, with no lights on\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nLiving in the projects\nBroke, with no lights on",
    "2pac - Lord Knows lyrics": "Damn, another funeral, another motherf**er\nLord knows\nLord knows\nLord knows\nI smoke a blunt to take the pain out\nAnd if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out\nI'm hopeless, they shoulda k**ed me as a baby\nAnd now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin' crazy\nForgive me; they wanna see me in my casket\nAnd if I don't blast I'll be the victim of them ba*tards\nI'm loosin' hope, they got me stressin', can the Lord forgive me\nGot the spirit of a thug in me\nAnother sip of that drink, this Hennessy got me queasy\nDon't wanna earl, young n***a take it easy\nPicture your dreams on a triple beam, and it seems\nDon't underestimate the power of a fiend\nTo my homies on the block\nSlangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box\nWhen you're runnin' from the cops, and never look back\nIf they could be black, then they would switch\nOpen fire on them busta-a** b**hes, and Lord knows\n(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\nLord knows\n(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\nThe Lord knows\n(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\nThe Lord knows\n(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\nI wonder if the Lord will forgive me or bury me a G\nI couldn't let my adversaries worry me\nAnd every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest\nAnd still a n***a stressin' over d**h\nIf I could choose when a n***a die, figure I'd\nTake a puff on the blunt, and let my trigga fly\nWhen everyday it's another d**h, with every breath,\nIt's a constant threat, so watch yo' step!\nYou could be next if you want to, who do you run to?\nMurderin' n***as, look what it's come to\nMy memories bring me misery, and life is hard \n\n\n\nIn the ghetto, it's insanity, I can't breath\nGot me thinkin', what do Hell got?\nCause I done suffered so much, I'm feelin' shell-shocked\nAnd driveby's an everyday thang\nI done lost too many homies to this motherf**in' game\nAnd Lord knows\n(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\nLord knows\n(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\nLord knows!\n(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\nThe Lord knows\n(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\nOne-time! One-time!\nf** the five-oh cause they after me\nk** me if they could, I'll never let em capture me\nDone lost too many n***as to this gang-bangin'\nHomies died in my arms, with his brains hangin, f**ed up!\nI had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie\nAnd he knew it when he shook and died, my God\nEven though I know I'm wrong man\nHennesey make a n***a think he strong, man (heh heh)\nI can't sleep, so I stay up, don't wanna f** them b**hes\nTry to calm me down, I ain't givin' up\nI'm gettin' lost in the weed, man, gettin' high\nLivin' ever'day, like I'm gon' die (gon' die, gon' die)\nI smoke a blunt to take the pain out, and if I wasn't high\nProbably try to blow my brains out\nLord knows\n(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\nLord knows!\n(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\nLord knows, Jesus\n(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\n(He is listening! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\n(Lord knows, lord knows, he, he, he, he, he)\n(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\n(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\n(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)\n(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)",
    "2pac - Lord Knowz lyrics": "Damn...another funeral,another mothaf**en funeral\nChorus:\nLord knows\nLord knows\nLord knows\nI smoke a blunt ta take tha pain out\nand if I wasn't high,I'd probably try and blow my brains out\nI'm hopleless\nthey shoulda tried to k** me as a baby\nbut,now they got me trapped in tha storm,I'm goin crazy\nforgive me\nthey wanna see me in my casket\nand if I don't blast I'll be a victim of tha ba*tards\nI'm loosing hope,they got me stressen,can tha Lord forgive me\ngot tha spirit of a thug in me\nanbother sip of that drink,this hennesse got me queazey\ndon't wanna hurl,young n***a take it easy\npicture your dreams on a triple beam\nand it seems\ndon't underestimate tha power of a feind\nto tha homies on tha block\nslangin rocks with ya glocks put this tape in your box\nwhen your runnin from tha cops\nand never look back\nif they could be black\nthen they would switch\nopen fire on those busta-a** b**hes\nand Lord knows...\nChorus:\nLord knows\nLord knows\nLord knows\nI wonder if tha Lord will forgive me\nor bury me a G\nI couldn't let my adversaries worry me\nand every single day it's a test\nwear a bullet-proof vest\nand still a n***a stressen over d**h\nIf I could choose when a n***a die\nfigure I,take a puff on tha blunt\nand let my trigga fly\nwhen everyday is another d**h \n\n\n\nwith every breath,it's a constant threat\nso watch your step\nyou could be next if ya want to\nwho do ya run to?\nmurderin n***as,look what it's come to\nmy memories bring me misory\nand life is hard in tha ghetto,it's insanity\nI can't breath got me thinkin,what do hell got?\ncause I done suffered so much,I'm feelin shell shocked\nand drive-by's are an everyday thang\nI already lost to many homies to this mothaf**en game\nand Lord knows...\nChorus:\nLord knows\nLord knows\nLord knows\nf** tha Five-o cause they after me\nk** me if they could\nI'll never lett'em capture me\nI lost too many n***as to this g**nin\nhomie dies in my arms,with his brains hangin\nf**ed up!\nI had to tell him it was alright\nand that's a lie,and he knew it when he shook and died\nmy God\neventhough I know I'm wrong man\nHennesee make a n***a think he strong,man\nI can't sleep,so I stay up\ndon't wanna\nf** them b**hes,try to calm me sown\nI ain't given up\nI'm getten lost in tha weed,man\ngettin high\nlivin everyday,like I'm gonna die(gonna die,gonna die)\nI smoke a blunt to take tha pain out\nand if I wasn't high\nprobably try ta blow my brains out\nLord knows.....\nLord knows\nLord knows......\n1995 Interscope Records\nall rights reserved\ntranscribed by:Gurjeet Litt",
    "2pac - Lost Souls lyrics": "[Featuring Outlawz]\n[Tupac]\nCause I hate to spend\nMy life, my life, my life, my life\nDuckin one-time! (Lost Soul)\nHow it start, how it start\nStarted off with, runnin from copses duck and hide from helicopters\nWe open fire, who can stop us\nLivin the life of trife juveniles, hopin for righteous\nGettin twenty-five to life, if the judge don't like us\nIn my clearest pictures, I see authorities itchin to get us\nATF state feds scandalous b**hes\nI wasn't promised to it, wasn't bitter or sweet\nSee if a, n***a don't hustle then the n***a don't eat\nOnly streets livin do or die circle complete\nRepetitive motions and felons in the rush for cheese\nPlease understand my history a man of many acts\nLivin Thug Life, comin equipped, with many gats\nMaybe I was just a Lost Soul, trapped in time\nLivin in between life, and the cracks were blind\nEven though we had hope for dreams that never came\nYet and still we all feel pain\nJust wait until rain turn to sunshine\nCause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life\nDuckin one-time! Stranded in the County in the worst way\nHell of a way to spend my twenty-first birthday\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug\nIt's for the neighborhood and weed spots that we love\nLost Souls...\nLost Souls n***a, for my homeboys that pa**ed on\nWords from the mind of a Lost Soul\nJust wait until rain turn to sunshine\nCause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life\nDuckin one-time!\n[Young Noble]\nMy brother Sean, first on my list, he stuck with\na three-five when he get out would I be dead or alive\nHe taught me the rules so much, but still In Thugs I Trust \n\n\n\nWhen in danger never hesitate to keep my f**in trap shut\nMy Mom Dukes got a little bit of Thug in her\nThe Devil loves sinners crackheads and drug dealer\nSometimes I feel like the streets are takin over\nNever stayin sober, the brain over and over backtrack\nMy stack's fat, I used to take new\nOne love to my crew aiyyo this one's for you\n[Tupac]\nR.I.P., rest in peace to Moo Brown\nKnow what we gotta do baby, one-time\nJust wait until rain turn to sunshine\nCause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life\nDuckin one-time!\n(repeat 2X)\nOne-time! One-time! One-time!\n[Idi Amin]\nI was born twenty-two years ago, yesterday\nBut see I saw no reason for me to celebrate, let me demonstrate\nEntered the world from out a poisonous womb\nHeroin bein consumed already predicitin my doom, soon\nto be one of the many misguided\nAlways the first one on the block to be done tried it and liked it\nLost before I had a chance to find my way\nNow I travel through life, not knowin the time of day\nCrime for pay, I'm on my way, but don't know, where I'ma end up\nI swear to God, it's just a setup\nAnd these are the words from the mind of a Lost Soul (I'ma Lost Soul)\n[Tupac]\nJust wait until rain turn to sunshine\nCause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life\nDuckin one-time!\n(repeat 8X)\nAll of y'all, keepin y'all in health\nTo all of y'all, keepin y'all in health\nJust to see you smile and enjoy yourself\n(repeat 2X)\nFor all my Doggz, keepin y'all in health\nJust to see you smile and enjoy yourself\n(repeat 3X)\nThrow your hands up (4X to fade)",
    "2pac - Love Is Just Complicated lyrics": "you ask me 2 communicate\nwhat it is I feel within\nI search 4 words 2 a**ist\nbut I find none 2 help me begin\nI guess love is just complicated\nLove\nis\njust\ncomplicated.\nI thought I knew my heart's desire\nI thought I quenched my burning fire \n\n\n\nI thought I wanted \"A\"\nBut \"A\" was 2 mixed up with \"B\"\nThen \"C\" made me more confused\nSo \"A\" turned off me and \"B\" feels\nbetter. \"C\" is upset and lonely\nand me, I think Love is complicated.\nLove\nis\njust\ncomplicated.",
    "2pac - Love Within a Storm lyrics": "We mad love within a storm\nin the midst of pa**ion and chaos\nsomewhere, somehow our true bond\nof friendship was lost\nIn the eye of the storm\nThe rain always falls harder\nThose who prevail this trauma \n\n\n\nwill learn to bring their love farther\nBut now the storm has pa**ed\nand the seas of our friendship are calm\nBut as long as I live I will remember\nthe love within the storm",
    "2pac - Love Within a Storm (4 Elizabeth) lyrics": "We made love within a storm\nin the midst of pa**ion and chaos\nsomewhere, somehow our true bond\nof friendship was lost\nIn the eye of the storm\nThe rain always falls harder\nThose who prevail this trauma \n\n\n\nwill learn 2 bring their love farther\nBut now the storm has pa**ed\nand the seas of our friendship R calm\nBut as long as I live I will remember\nthe Love within the storm",
    "2pac - Loyal To The Game lyrics": "(feat. G-Unit)\n[2Pac:] I'm loyal to the game\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow I've got task on a n***a's a**\nTell me will they blast me\nI think of an alias in case these crooked b**hes ask me, now\nIt's gettin crazy after dark,\nThese narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart\nNow picture me scared of the penetentiary\nI've been movin these things since the days of elementary\nNow tell me what ya need when ya see me\nI'm stackin Gs buyin all the things on TV, believe me\nI got some k**as on my payroll and they know\nWhen its time to handle business n***a lay low\nAlthough I'm young I'm still comin up\nI'm gettin paid pullin razors on n***as when they runnin up\nThe first to pull the strap when theres drama\nBuster you ain't heard?\nI been slicin motherf**ers since I lost my mama\nThere ain't a cop that can stop me\nMy posse is co*ky and they don't wait until they drop me\nI'm loyal to the game\n[CHORUS: 50 Cent]\nI do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin\n(n***a I'm loyal to the game)\nYou get in my way and I co*k and pop that thing\n(Man I'm loyal to the game)\nIf you know what I know then you know I ain't playin\n(I'm loyal to the game)\nn***a get in my way and I'll blow out your brain\n[Verse 2: Young Buck]\nPossessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home\nI can't eat if the rest of this sh** ain't gone\nI'm gettin used to the needles on the bathroom sink\nGotta close my door because the bathroom stink\nSee, daddy don't work, and mama don't drink\nBut daddy do dope, and mama can't think\nSo look like I'ma be the man of the house\nGotta have somethin to put in the air when it's out\nUp early in the mornin the first to get it\nThey say if you really want it then come on wit it\nSacrifice my life for this ice and these cars \n\n\n\nAnd I only spent 30 days behind bars\nI ain't never had a job but my rent got paid\nI handled any beef that they sent my way\nSo send me to the pen but you know I won't change\nIt's thug in my veins\nI'm loyal to the game\n[CHORUS: 50 Cent]\nI do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin\n(n***a I'm loyal to the game)\nYou get in my way and I co*k and pop that thing\n(Man I'm loyal to the game)\nIf you know what I know then you know I ain't playin\n(I'm loyal to the game)\nn***a get in my way and I'll blow out your brain\n[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]\nYeah\nIt ain't my fault I came up fast\nAnd your the name n***as bring up last\nAnd all the dames get a king up a**\n10 grand on every ring I flash\nDeep frog--and I'ma have to fling your a**\nI'm on the block where its scorchin hot\nIf you get caught in the crossfire they have to throw you off the block\nI get 'dro by the pickle jar\nThese broke n***as wanna get the star\nSo I don't keep the four-nickel far\nMy lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game\nBring your b**h around me I'm spoilin her brain\nGet more slugs to boil in your frame\nCause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain\nThe paints the same color as oil in the Range\nI'm stingy ain't got nothin for you but some change\nI'm good now but the fact still remains\nThat the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name\n[CHORUS: 50 Cent]\nI do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin\n(n***a I'm loyal to the game)\nYou get in my way and I co*k and pop that thing\n(Man I'm loyal to the game)\nIf you know what I know then you know I ain't playin\n(I'm loyal to the game)\nn***a get in my way and I'll blow out your brain\n[Outro...fading out]\nheh\nYA!\n2Pac's in this motherf**er!\nUh!\nG-Unit in the motherf**in house\n50!\nBanks!\nBuck!\n",
    "2pac - Loyal To The Game (dj Quik Remix) lyrics": "(feat. Big Syke)\n[2Pac]\nNow I've got to ask, on a n***a's a**, tell me will they blast me?\nI think of an alias in case these crooked b**hes ask me\nNow, it's gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's\nbe like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart\nNow picture me scared of the penitentiary\nI've been movin these things since the days of elementary\nNow tell me what you need when you see me\nI'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me\nI got some k**ers on my payroll, and they know\nWhen it's time to handle business, n***a lay low\nAlthough I'm young, I'm still comin up\nI'm gettin paid, pullin razors on n***az when they runnin up\nThe first to pull a strap when there's drama - busta you ain't heard?\nI've been slicin motherf**ers since I lost my mama\nThere ain't a cop that can stop me\nMy posse is co*k D, and they don't quit until they drop me\nI'm loyal to the game\n[Chorus]\n{\"Prince of peace must hear our plea\"}\n{\"Told life you'd be back\"} {\"There you were\"}\n{\"Prince of peace must hear our plea\"}\n{\"Everybody look around\"} {\"There is no hope\"}\n{\"Prince of peace must hear our plea\"}\n{\"Brothers we better get hip\"}\n[Big Syke]\nMy mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood\nI can't get my sh** together but I'm on leather and wood\nAnd the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the block\nOff the curb and n***az swerve, serve a smoker a rock\nAnd I'm hot like fish grease and n***a so is my Caddy\nAnd I'm steady catchin static, move the traffic to the alley\nOut in Cali n***az rally others all for the soil \n\n\n\nMix the work with bakin soda and get the water to boil\nOH NO can't no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayne\nCause snitches b**hes and they ain't been loyal to the game\nMy n***az feel my pain, when sunshine turn to rain\nYou know these buster motherf**ers came to f** the game\nAnd it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes\nWhen they yellin that he tellin get to me, no surprise, n***a\n[Chorus]\n{\"And come off this trip\"}\n[DJ Quik]\nLoyalty, undeservedly, never heard of me\nI, be the exception, the epitome of adaption\nThe superficial surroundings, bullets fiends co*khounds and\nenemies in my family extortin schemin and scammin me (pop pop)\nI'm like loose rollin, I'm growin until the diesel hit me\nI'm badder than bruised, and madder havin to choose\n'tween happiness and the blues, and who be fillin my shoes\nwhen I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me lose\nBut panic when I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool\nY'all rappin I'm talkin cool, and Columbine is not new\nIn Compton they shoot up schools too, ridin by to see who's who\nco*k the shotty they cruise through, rock the body blood ooze through\nTell his family that dude's blue, no comin back\nfrom him scrappin when n***az was packin and he wasn't packin too\nSo if you feel me you know when they try to k** me they slow\nI seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em\n[Chorus - 5/6ths]\n{\"Thugs throw like wine down a n***a's throat\nif this sh** don't STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!\"}\n",
    "2pac - Loyal to the Game (Feat. G-Unit) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac] I'm loyal to the game\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow I've got task on a n***a's a**\nTell me will they blast me\nI think of an alias in case these crooked b**hes ask me, now\nIt's gettin' crazy after dark\nThese narcs be like tryin' to shut me down but I'm too smart\nNow picture me scared of the penetentiary\nI've been movin' these things since the days of elementary\nNow tell me what ya need when ya see me\nI'm stackin' G's buyin' all the things on TV, believe me\nI got some k**as on my payroll and they know\nWhen it's time to handle business n***a lay low\nAlthough I'm young I'm still comin up\nI'm gettin' paid pullin' razors on n***as when they runnin' up\nThe first to pull the strap when there's drama\nBuster you ain't heard?\nI been slicin' motherf**ers since I lost my mama\nThere ain't a cop that can stop me\nMy posse is co*ky and they don't wait until they drop me\nI'm loyal to the game\n[Hook: 50 Cent (2Pac)]\nI do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin'\n(n***a I'm loyal to the game)\nYou get in my way and I co*k and pop that thing\n(Man I'm loyal to the game)\nIf you know what I know then you know I ain't playin'\n(I'm loyal to the game)\nn***a get in my way and I'll blow out your brain\n[Verse 2: Young Buck]\nPossessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home\nI can't eat if the rest of this sh** ain't gone\nI'm gettin' used to the needles on the bathroom sink\nGotta close my door because the bathroom stink\nSee, daddy don't work, and mama don't drink \n\n\n\nBut daddy do dope, and mama can't think\nSo look like I'mma be the man of the house\nGotta have somethin' to put in the air when it's out\nUp early in the mornin' the first to get it\nThey say if you really want it then come on with it\nSacrifice my life for this ice and these cars\nAnd I only spent 30 days behind bars\nI ain't never had a job but my rent got paid\nI handled any beef that they sent my way\nSo send me to the pen but you know I won't change\nIt's thug in my veins\nI'm loyal to the game\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]\nYeah\nIt ain't my fault I came up fast\nAnd your the name n***as bring up last\nAnd all the dames get a king up a**\n10 grand on every ring I flash\nDeep frog--and I'mma have to fling your a**\nI'm on the block where it's scorchin' hot\nIf you get caught in the crossfire they have to throw you off the block\nI get 'dro by the pickle jar\nThese broke n***as wanna get the star\nSo I don't keep the four-nickel far\nMy lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game\nBring your b**h around me I'm spoilin' her brain\nGet more slugs to boil in your frame\nCause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain\nThe paint's the same color as oil in the Range\nI'm stingy ain't got nothin' for you but some change\nI'm good now but the fact still remains\nThat the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name\n[Hook]\n[Outro: G-Unit & 2Pac]\nHeh\nYA!\n2Pac's in this motherf**er!\nUh!\nG-Unit in the motherf**in' house\n50!\nBanks!\nBuck!",
    "2pac - M.O.B. lyrics": "[Hook: 2Pac]\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nThugs known to bust on sight\nGod bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin' that thug life\nBeen raised in violence homicide's my lullaby\nCame with the homies and learned to kick it until we die\nBoss players you wonder why\nI live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride\nb**hes and n***as in Penitentiary suits\nI send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops\nAs for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine\nYou cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime\nMy time as shorty was full of car chases\nWhile runnin' with John Gotti's and Scarface's\nn***as knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew\nA million n***as with automatics who swarm through\nYou wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert\nCause we comin' for you, and keep it money over b**hes\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes (keep it money over b**hes)\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\n[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]\nI blow you up on the spot, these Glocks hot 'til you drop\nAll you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots\nI beef deep with the police, peep what these streets do to me\nActin' all new to me, I creep on you like puberty\nYou don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage\nFrom here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence\nFrozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya\n1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers\nWhen I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al\nBacardi coverin' my body at the wink and a smile\nBag a hottie or two, cause bu*ter shotties for you\nI got more bodies then Drew, I drink Mynotti on New, f** your crew\nThis type of sh** I do for a petty hobby\nf** the world it's Fatal dog against everybody\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\n[Verse 3: Mopreme]\nMy sh**'s phenomenal, droppin' like domino\nComin' with the real yo, and f** what you feel yo\nThis is not for all the freaks in short skirts\nThis is for my n***as nationwide doin' work, get your feelings hurt\nLose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja\nb**hes is a cobra, with deadly venom\nMove as smooth as I get 'em\nStackin' G's, my n***as crosstown got ki's\nHoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies \n\n\n\nMoney over b**hes\n(n***a!)\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\n[Verse 4: Big Syke]\nI'm hittin' sixteen switches, my money over b**hes\nThe struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches\nI'm contrited to strive never laggin'\nDisappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin'\nAs I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck\nPager blowin' up but I don't give a, f**\nI'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin'\nLoc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven\nSo what can you do for me and what can I do for you\nBut stay true, and do the things that we do\nBlinded evil-minded no option for my offspring\nReminded can't find it complications what the future brings\nLosin' my mind why you sweatin' me all the time\nI'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind\nRather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches\nI'm 'bout my riches, money over b**hes\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\n[Verse 5: Yaki Kadafi]\nThat's from the time a n***a close his eyes I'm hopin', I hope he awoken\nPayin' my own that's tokin' chokin' off-a Glocks smokin'\nMoney and power watch these b**hes cause they skanless\nGettin' n***as f**ed 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles\nAin't a n***a ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler\nCowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin' ya\nMe and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin' in flocks\nDeuce-deuce in my socks keepin' a watch out for cops\nGettin' kicked, I keep my mind on my riches\nWhile uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin' my money over all my b**hes\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nThat's right n***a\nMoney over motherf**in' b**hes\nM.O.B. on 'em n***a\nKeep your motherf**in' mind on your money, f** these hoes\n(Thug life baby) You don't need no motherf**in' b**hes\nYou need some motherf**in' money\nGet your mind right n***a, keep your game tight\nPlay right play by the rules and you'll get paid f** the fools\nWe up out of this b**h here..\nb*atch!",
    "2pac - M.O.B. (OG) lyrics": "[Hook: 2Pac]\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow I been known to bust on sight\nGod bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin' that thug life\nBeen raised in violence homicide's my lullaby\nHang with the homies and learned to kick it until we die\nBoss players you wonder why\nI live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride\nb**hes and n***as in penitentiary suits\nI send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops\nAs for these females, I got no time, I gotta get mine\nYou cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime\nMy time as shorty was full of car chases\nWhile runnin' with John Gotti's and Scarface's\nn***as knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew\nA million n***as with automatics who swarm through\nYou wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert\nCause we comin' for you, and keep it money over b**hes\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\n[Verse 2: Hussien Fatal]\nI blow you up on the spot, these Glocks hot 'til you drop\nAll you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots\nI beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me\nActin' all new to me I creep on you like puberty\nYou don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage\nFrom here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence\nFrozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya\n1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers\nWhen I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al\nBacardi coverin' my body at the wink and a smile\nBag a hottie or two, cause bu*ter shotties for you\nI got more bodies then Drew, I drink Mynotti on New, f** your crew\nThis type of sh** I do for a petty hobby\nf** the world it's Fatal dog against everybody\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\n[Verse 3: Mopreme]\nMy sh**'s phenomenal, droppin' like domino\nComin' with the real yo and f** what you feel yo\nThis is not for all the freaks in short skirts\nThis is for my n***as nationwide doin' work, get your feelings hurt\nLose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja\nb**hes is a cobra with deadly venom\nMove as smooth as I get 'em, stackin' G's\nMy n***as crosstown got ki's\nHoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over b**hes \n\n\n\n(n***a!)\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\n[Verse 4: Big Syke]\nI'm hittin' sixteen switches, my money over b**hes\nThe struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches\nI'm contribed to strive never laggin'\nDisappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin'\nAs I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck\nPager blowin' up but I don't give a f**\nI'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin'\nLoc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven\nSo what can you do for me and what can I do for you\nBut stay true, and do the things that we do\nBlinded evil-minded no option for my offspring\nReminded can't find it complications what the future brings\nLosin' my mind why you sweatin' me all the time\nI'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind\nRather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches\nI'm 'bout my riches, money over b**hes\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\n[Verse 5: Yaki Kadafi]\nThat's from the time a n***a close his eyes I'm hopin', I hope he awoken\nPayin' my own that's tokin' chokin' off-a Glocks smokin'\nMoney and power watch these b**hes cause they scandalous\nGettin' n***as f**ed 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles\nAin't a n***a ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler\nCowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin' ya\nMe and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin' in flocks\nDeuce-deuce in my socks keepin' a watch out for cops\nGettin' kicked, I keep my mind on my riches\nWhile uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin' my money over all my b**hes\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\nM.O.B., n***a cause we mob on you tricks\nAnd you know we keep it money over b**hes\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nThat's right n***a\nMoney over motherf**in' b**hes\nM.O.B. on 'em n***a\nKeep your motherf**in' mind on your money, f** these hoes\n(Thug life baby) You don't need no motherf**in' b**hes\nYou need some motherf**in' money\nGet your mind right n***a, keep your game tight\nPlay right play by the rules and you'll get paid f** the fools\nWe up out of this b**h here\nb*atch!",
    "2pac - Ma Ma Ma lyrics": "[112] + (Joe)\n112! (Jump off!)\nAww yeah (Uhh, y'know)\n[Verse One: Joe Budden]\nYou wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue\nDon't no other mami give me head like you\nI get you in the club, sit right in the Rover\nNow you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter\nWe could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh\nYou goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life\nDon't mistake my talkin modest\nStill put you in the wi-ld bedroom with the walk-in closet\nBay, riverboats, if you wanna see water\nFull length minks, get rid of that three-quarter\nEx-man never had you feelin that fly\nFlat screens in the room with the ceiling that high\nWhen them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off\nNew school your neck, take that herringbone off\nStretch 'Vee playin Manhattan\nSystem old school, play 'em and had 'em\nWe makin it happen, oh yeah\n[Hook: 112]\nTurn this off for a minute\nWe can do bigger things if you widdit\nWe can be me and you, I know you feel it\nYou can say, \"La la-la la, la la la la\"\nAll you want, you can get it\nYou can have all my time, let's spend it\nThe way you do your thing, I can't forget it\nGot me screamin, \"Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma\"\n[Verse Two: Joe Budden]\nLook, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue\nGot birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you\nI don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come\nThey already know they gotta pay for they meals\nSay I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies\nJust because I don't match your compatible sign\nI'mma let the world see, other boos can't relate\nLet you walk in front, make the other dudes hate\nWhen I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha)\nWho else you know gon' poke it like that?\nAnd ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin\n\"La la-la la, la la la la\" - oh yeah, look\nPrivate party, it's just me, you \n\n\n\nAnd the new India.Arie, you won't be sorry\nScoop it, we can do the all from Harley(?)\nY'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par\n[Hook]\n[Verse Three: Joe Budden]\nLook forget my miss, no let's remind miss\nAnd I never let a clown disrespect my miss\nI need dat in my life, a G might cry\nBut you the only one that ever get to see that side\nLook, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush\nWe can take baby steps, that may be the best\nHate to repeat myself, I know I already told you\nBut mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you\nIf you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is\nReady to take things a little mo' serious\nAin't nervous no more, you heard it all before\nAre you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour?\nStop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons\nNeed a house with acres to put my wife and kids in\nChefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen\nBabygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin\n[Interlude: 112]\nBaby let me be with you more, hold you more\nLet me get the chance, I can show you more\nLet me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out\n\"La la-la la, la la la la\"\nIf I could, wife you out, ride this out\nYou're the only one I wouldn't ride without\nI could show you what this life's about\nI be screamin out, \"Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma\"\n[Hook] - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs\n[Joe Budden]\nThis is the type of sh** right here, listen\nYou gotta go to the car wash on this one\nHehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and sh**\nIf it just went yesterday, when you wake up\nTake it to the car wash\nDon't just get the exterior joint neither\nWe need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint\nAnd we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview\nSo it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside\nHa ha! Ayy..",
    "2pac - Made n***az lyrics": "No man separate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherf**in' worldwide mob figures\nd**h Row at it's finest\nM.O.B., thug for motherf**in' life motherf**in' made n***az\nWe comin' after these n***az, worldwide\nFeel me, Makaveli the Don\nMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\nHouse full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love\nAin't nobody tell me sh**, 'til I got a sack of d**\nHad the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\nWorld do ya hear me? Catch a risin' star\nf** the love, n***az fear me\nGot these n***az runnin' all wild from my double, I\nWhen we ride motherf**ers is sho' to die\nBoom, once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, n***az scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on..\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a grave digga, f**in' with a made n***a, M.O.B.\nGunfire gettin' sprayed quicker\nf** 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherf**in' made n***a\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherf**in' made n***a\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made n***a\nn***a, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was k**in' n***az so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins\nThese n***az crossed my father den my father crossed them\n'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug n***az\nAnd my number one plan to k** a man to grab a needle and drug n***az\nn***az don't like us because they b**hes straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, 'cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein' blood spill ain't sh**\n'Cause I seen it at the beginnin'\nA made n***a\nHow many n***az fall in ya vision?\nGunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin' it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherf**ers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, co*k, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified]\nI can't be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the n***az that I'm under\nIs just too much\nWe made n***az\nPicture the scenery 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin' at those\nWho be paper snatchin', will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made n***a made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain \n\n\n\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal sk**, they cannot beat me a n***a\nTil' he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nl feel, a n***a made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin' for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough sh**\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug n***a to the core\nThe results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made level\nShootin' my gauge to get paid, a f**in' crazed devil\nMash sh** from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade n***az on ya motherf**in' tear, I'm a made n***a\nHa, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy k**er murder motherf**ers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin' lessons from n***az in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin' with the gage and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin' for repentance\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of d**\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nk** your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til' I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil' the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid n***a\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherf**in' made n***a\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha, ha, ha\nGet into the mind of a made n***aI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get f**ed, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the cream\nI sell my sh** to the fiends, all the b**hes scream\nCome and see, to see a made n***a\nThe Outlawz, Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi\nMussolini, M.O.B., I send this out to my n***az on the streets\nThe motherf**in, made n***az\nAll my n***as on d**h Row, Tha Dogg Pound\nTha Doggfather, and all his n***az\nYou know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\nKurupt, Young Gotti\n(Ha, ha, ha, Westside made n***az beotch)\nUh, sarge, uh\nWe've got uh Tupac Shakur\nUh, Fatal, Fatal Hussein\nUh, Kastro, Khadafi\nWe got a bunch of n***az here\nThey've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\nThey're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\nUh, I repeat let 'em go, I repeat, let 'em go\nThey're made n***az let 'em go\nBut, but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\nI said let 'em go\nAlright, you guys can go, I'm sorry",
    "2pac - Makaveli lyrics": "[Intro]\nAftermath, The dream team, Makaveli, 50 Cent, Shady, Nanananananana\n[Rit.]\nTo all my n***as from the west side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\nTo all my n***as from the east side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\nTo all my n***as from the west side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\nTo all my n***as from the east side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow I can make it happen\nMy rappin' is similar to muthaf**ers\nWhen they scrapping\nBlast and watch em' back up\nNotorious biggie k**er\nAffiliation with d**h row\nn***as get their caps pealed back\nFool this the west coast\nf** a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies\nMr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these\nIntoxicated we duplicated but never faded\nNow that we made it my adversaries is player hating\nGot a Mercedes for these tricks\nThat thought I quit\nThen got a drop top jag for these b**hes that's on my dick\nGo to a club in a pack\nI'm smoking bud in the back\nI wait for n***as to trip\n(Who cares?)\nCause b**h I love to scrap\nLet's go!\n[Rit.]\nTo all my n***as from the west side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\nTo all my n***as from the east side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\nTo all my n***as from the west side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\nTo all my n***as from the east side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\n[Verse 2: 50 Cent]\nNow don't think I won't hit ya 'cause I'm popular\nI got a P90 Ruger, gonna pop at ya\nCatch ya slippin', I'mma give ya what I got for ya\nMy clip loaded with 16 shots for ya\nYou never had a hot gun on your waste and blood on your shoe\n'Cause a n***a went and said the wrong sh** to you \n\n\n\nHomie you ain't been through, what I been through\nYou not like me and I'm not like you\nI'm like an animal with it when I spit it, it's crazy\nGot semi-autos and put holes in n***as tryna play me\nOne shot is not enough, you need at least an uzi to move me\nAfter four bottles of \"Don,\" the kid start feelin' woozie\nI write my life, you write what you see in gangsta movies\nI'm gangsta to the core, n***a you can't move me\nI find my space at the top\nI got this rap sh** locked\nI never heard of you, you heard of me\nI murder you, spit shells at your convertible\n[Rit.]\nTo all my n***as from the west side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\nTo all my n***as from the east side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\nTo all my n***as from the west side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\nTo all my n***as from the east side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\n[Verse 3: Eminem]\nCuz we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators\nSpoke to a generation of angry teenagers\nWhom if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap\nMaybe raised to be racist\nWho may have never got to see our faces\nSo never say never cuz Shady Aftermath together\nAlong with G-Unit Records presents the return of the 2Pac Shakur\nNo one could do it better\nWe tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence and uh\n[Rit.]\nTo all my n***as from the west side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\nTo all my n***as from the east side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\nTo all my n***as from the west side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli\nTo all my n***as from the east side\nBack from the dead like Makaveli\nMakaveli Makaveli Makaveli",
    "2pac - Makaveli Interlude lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nI want money in large amounts, my garage full of cars that bounce\nMovin' my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts\nBusters is jealous and half these n***as is punks\nThey runnin' off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump\nThey jump, my automatic keep 'em wary\nWhy you frontin' like you Billy bad-a**, n***a you scary\nI've been knowin' you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high\nI was itchin' to k**, and you was, ready to die\nWhile you bullsh**tin', n***as was dyin' and catchin' cases\nBustin' my automatics at motherf**ers in foreign places\nLeavin' no trace, they see my face and they buried\nThem b**hes die in a hurry, still I ride, I'm never worried \n\n\n\nMr. Makaveli tell me to ride, and I'mma ride\nPick my enemies out the crowd, and motherf**ers die\nIt's not the way I wanna live, my n***a it's how it is\nHomey got into a fight last night, that k**ed his kids\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nIn this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed\nCollect G's make my enemies bleed\nWhen you see me n***a holla my set, and watch 'em ride\nOutlaw motherf**ers 'til we die, in this life I lead\nFiend for currency, get high off weed\nCollect G's make my enemies bleed...\nWhen you see me n***a holla my set, and watch 'em ride\nOutlaw motherf**ers 'til we die, in this life I lead",
    "2pac - Make it a better day lyrics": "Ya we music\nThose who are rich will become poor\nAnd those who are poor will become rich ..\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nCheck it out\nIs it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings\nI can make a million and still not get enough of spending\nAnd since my life is based on sinning, I'm hell-bound\nRather be buried than be worried, living held down\nMy game plan to be trained and\nMilitary mind of a thug lord, sitting' in the cemetery crying'\nI've been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus\nBalling as a youngster, Wondering if he sees us\nYoung black male, crack sales got me three strikes\nLiving in jail, this is hell, enemies die\nWonder when we all pa** is anybody listening?\nGot my, hands on my semi-shotty, every body's listening'\nPlease God can you understand me, bless my family\nGuide us all, before we fall into insanity\nI make it a point, to make my peeps bumping' warlike\nDrop some sh**, to have these stupid b**hes jaws tight\n[Chorus: DJ DX]\nThis is the way to get by\nSo much pain in my eyes\nBetter Days....\nWe can make it a better day\nIt's to live or to die\nIt's so hard to survive\nBetter Days....\nWe can make it a better day\nThis is the way to get by\nSo much pain in my eyes\nBetter Days....\nWe can make it a better day\nIt's to live or to die\nIt's so hard to survive\nBetter Days....\nWe can make it a better day\n[Verse 2: DJ DX]\nWhy does life have to be so\nHard for Rob? Stuck in the system trying to make a living\nJust to feed my children, unemployment denied my rights\nIs it wrong or is it right? I gave you my life through this mic \n\n\n\nJust to inspire your life, It's be trife in the struggle trying to hustle\nMoving piano's, I had girl named Carmen, she always called me Diego!\nI write my lyrics in San Serif, read the man*script, can't you tell\nI mastered this?! When i make money, nobody gonna take from me, I'm a take all my\nMoney and feed the people that's hungry, that's my deed and when I'm done\nI'm going to pull down my pants and give the Government my a** to kiss!\nCuz I'm a Philanthropist that's pissed, and I'm getting tired of this bullsh**, to live\nIn this world you gotta live with fullfilness, i guess ya ll done k**ed it\nWhen y'all took down them buildings..... One love!\n[Chorus: DJ DX]\nThis is the way to get by\nSo much pain in my eyes\nBetter Days....\nWe can make it a better day\nIt's to live or to die\nIt's so hard to survive\nBetter Days....\nWe can make it a better day\nThis is the way to get by\nSo much pain in my eyes\nBetter Days....\nWe can make it a better day\nIt's to live or to die\nIt's so hard to survive\nBetter Days....\nWe can make it a better day\n[Outro Poem: DJ DX]\nThrough the storm\nAnd through all the pain\nThrough all the torture\nThat drove me insane\nWe gon make it a better day\nWhen i ain't have no food\nAnd no place to stay\nI told you mommy, we can make it a better day\nGod knows what i feel, If i can make it\nThen you can make it, If you can make it\nThen we can make it a better day\nMadden Wiz, Yahway Music, Rest in Peace to 2Pac Shakur\nGod Bless! -",
    "2pac - Mama's Just A Little Girl lyrics": "Young mothers\nThat's right\nI feel ya (hey)\nI know how it is\n(MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL)\nDon't nobody understand\nI feel ya\n[Verse 1: Tupac]\nShe was ..\nBorn A heavy set girl with pig tails and curls\nA heart full of gold\nStill it won't change the world\nThough she could never understand why\nSome underhanded plans, witnessed a man die\nWas only 15\nShould have been a beauty queen\nStill see here crying by the caskets when here parents got k**ed\nLittle girl don't cry\n'Coz even though they died\nYou can best believe they watching over thee from the sky\nNever asked for this misery\nBut look at what you gettin'\nIt's a blessing in disguise\nWhen you find out your pregnant\nNo money, no home\nAnd even though you all alone\nYou'se got to do this on your own\nSo baby go on\nI wish you luck\nAnd if you need me, call\nJust come to me and let me feed you all\nI can understand\nThe way it feels when you fighting the world\nFacing all this drama\nWhen mama's just A little girl\n[Chorus]\nMama\nDon't know why\nMama's just a little girl\nGiven that she's a ??\nTime ain't on her side\nMama's just a little girl\n(Mama's just a little girl)\nShe gotta hold her head up high\n[Verse 2: Tupac]\nAt 16 what a beautiful thing\nThe very essence of a jet black ebony queen\nAnd who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age\nShe didn't listen, had s**\nWatch her belly raise (hey)\nGot violated by someone she dated\nIf this is fate I hate to see the seed she created\nSo we wait, though it takes time to build the body and the mind\nShe reclines 9 months\nThen finally its time\nWhat do we find?\nA little grown boy a mind with a tortured soul\nAddicted to a life of crime at no time of the growing stage\nHe learned his values on the streets at an early age\nWatch for police\nDon't come home (why)\n'Coz mammas acting crazy\nAt the hospital\n'Bout to have another baby\nLike the rose from concrete\nGrown within\nBlessed with twins\nHow the hell can mamma raise 3 men\nSo we began a closest family\nSuch insanity\nA happy home\nFor one act inhumanity\nPlus mammas said the seed was corrupted\nUsed the rubber belly\nBegging us to breathe if she love us\nNow mamma sits quiet\nSipping peppermint schnapps\nTurned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey)\nHow could mamma bring a thug like me into this world?\nShe ain't the cause of all the drama \n\n\n\nCause mommas just a little girl\n[Chorus]\nMama\nDon't know why\nMama's just a little girl\nLiven if she is or not\nTime ain't on her side\nCause ama's just a little girl\n(Mama's just a little girl)\nShe gotta hold her head up high\n(How could she raise us)\n[Verse 3: Tupac]\nNow\nWould she remain in the same spot?\nThe gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot\nNow look here\nI see her clutching her son\nIn her arms she hurt\nHer heart bleeding as she watched her seed die in the dirt\nFulfill prophecy\nBut who could stop the grief?\nI walk around trying to hold the world up on top me\nProbably be an innocent man\nBut still I'm the victim of a curse\nWhat could be worse?\nNothing but pain\nSince my birth, taught me functions at the pen\nCause everybody's in paying back society\nI'm guilty of a life of sin\nI watched the drama occur\nMy eyes blurred 'fore I jet it\nI wonder why we all have to die for we get it\nThough we shed tears\nSo many peers I done buried\nWorried and scared\nKnowing I'ma see the cemetery\nMust be prepared in this cold world\nNo-one cares\nNo it ain't fair\nBut we all there\nAnd do our share\nIn this land of underhanded schemes and plans\nVivid dreams of a n***a having g's in hand\nMamma told me not to be a punk\nf** what you talking about coward\nWhat you n***as want?\n(hey)\nThey ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mamma in this world\nCause you know I ain't mad at cha\nYou' just a little girl\nSee mammas just a little girl\n(hey hey)\n[Chorus]\n[Repeat until fade]\nMama\ndon't know why\nMama's just a little girl\nGiven that she is or not\ntime ain't on here side\nmama's just a little girl\n(mama's just a little girl)\nshe gotta hold her head up high\n[Tupac Talking]\nThey ask us why we mutilate each other like we do\nAnd wonder why we hold such little worth for human life\nFacing all this drama\nBut to ask us why we to turn from bad to worse\nIs to ignore from which we came\nYou see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals\nOn the contrary\nWe would all celebrate its tenacity\nWe would all love its will to reach the sun\nWell\nWe are the roses (echo)\nThis is the concrete (echo)\nAnd these are my damaged petals (echo)\nDon't ask me why (echo)\nThank god n***a (echo)\nAsk me how (echo)\n(hahaha)\nYou see, mama's just a little girl\n",
    "2pac - March 1st - The Day After April lyrics": "Today I wake and feel even lonelier\nBut I see positive potential\nMy heart shook much like the quake\nThen the pain was gone\nThe arctic breeze formed the fortress\nBarricading my fragile heart from Pain \n\n\n\nIt is not that I don't love you\nand it was because I did love you\nthat I must move on\nas long as I breathe\nI will remember\n\"WE AS 2\"",
    "2pac - March 1st - The Day After April (Dedicated 2 the Divorce of Me & April) lyrics": "Today I wake & feel even lonelier\nBut I c positive potential\nMy hear shook much like the Quake\nThen the pain was gone\nThe arctic breeze formed the fortress\nBarricading my fragile Heart from PAIN \n\n\n\nIt is not that I don't love u\nand it was because I did love u\nthat I must move on\nas long as I breathe\nI will remember\n\"WE AS 2\"",
    "2pac - MAYDAY STYLIN ON'EM lyrics": "HOOK-\nNEW OUTFIT FROM THE MALL YUP IM STYLIN ON'EM\nFRESH OUT THE BAGS JUST POPPED THE TAGS\nYUP, IM STYLIN ON'EM \n\n\n\nEVERY GIRL I MEET THINKS IM HOT\nSO THEY ALL UP ON ME\nYUP BOY IM STYLIN ON'EM\nYUP BOY IM STYLIN ON'EM",
    "2pac - Me & My Homies lyrics": "[Chorus: Nate Dogg]\nMe and my homies Loc\nYou know we kick it like everyday\nMe and my homies, kick it like everyday\n[Verse 1: Nate Dogg]\nBut I'm alone in my room\nAnd I don't have no one to talk to\nI catch a girl with my phone\nAnd cause some folks who know what I go through\nAfter I smoke a joint, come on\nTo keep my temper low, I parlay with my friends\nThere's really no where else to go\n[Chorus: Nate Dogg]\nMe and my homies Loc\nYou know we kick it like everyday\nMe and my homies, kick it like everyday\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nI ain't sh** without my homeboys\nRather be buried, then see us parted\nKeep it close to my heart\nCause we the ones that got the sh** started\nYou recollect, we used to bust on snitches\nNobody come before my n***as, f** all y'all b**hes\nAll my homeboys are self-sufficient\nSo be suspicious of your scandalous tricks\nGot the police takin' our pictures\nLove to hang out on the corner but we known to ride\nMe and my muthaf**in homeboys down to die\nFor each other, cause we closer than brothers\nIt's like we kin we known, for getting the party poppin'\nWhen my squad walks in\nThrow up your hands baby buy me a drink, stop actin' phony \n\n\n\nDon't forget to bring something for all my homies\nTo know me is to love a thug n***a to the fullest, duckin' bullets\nSnatchin' guns when these trick n***as pull it\nHandle my business like a professional, the whole world know me\nBut I ain't sh** without my f**in' homies\nMe and my f**in' homies\n[Chorus: Nate Dogg]\nMe and my homies Loc\nYou know we kick it like everyday\nMe and my homies, kick it like everyday\n[Bridge: Nate Dogg & Nancy Fletcher]\nMe and my homies\nConstantly we mash\nMe and my homies\nGotta make that cash\nMe and my homies\nThere's no need to ask\nMe and my homies\nWe are still the best\n[Break: Nate Dogg]\nThat's my homie\nThat's my homie, DPGC only\nAll my homie\nThat's my homie, DPGC only\nThat's my homie\nThat's my homie, DPGC only\nAll my homie\nThat's my homie, DPGC only\nThat's my homie\nThat's my homie, DPGC only\nAll my homie\nThat's my homie, DPGC only\nThat's my homie\nThat's my homie, DPGC only\nAll my homie\nThat's my homie, DPGC only\n[Chorus: Nate Dogg]\nMe and my homies Loc\nYou know we kick it like everyday\nMe and my homies, kick it like everyday\nMe and my homies Loc\nYou know we kick it like everyday",
    "2pac - Me Against The World lyrics": "It's just me against tha world\nOoohhhhh ooohhhhh\nJust me against tha world baby\nOhhhhhh ohhhhhh\nI got nothin' ta lose\nIt's just me against tha world\nOhhhhh\nStuck in tha game\nMe against tha world baby\nCan you picture my prophecy?\nStress in tha city\nTha cops is hot for me\nTha projects is full of bullets\nTha bodies is droppin'\nThere ain't no stoppin me\nConstantly moven while maken millions\nWitnessin' k**ins\nLeavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings\nCaries tha children\nCause they're illin'\nAddicted to k**in'\nA near appeal from tha cap pealin'\nWhat i'm feelin'\nBut will they last or be blasted\nHard headed ba*tard\nMaybe he'll listen in his casket\nTha aftermath\nMore bodies being buried\nI'm losen my homies in a hurry\nThey're relocating to tha cemetary\nGot me worried\nStressin'\nMy visions bluried\nTha question is will i live\nNo one in tha world loves me\nI'm headed for danger\nDon't trust strangers\nPut one in tha chamber\nWhatever i'm feelin' is anger\nDon't wanna make excuses\nCause this is how it is\nWhat's tha use\nUnless we're shootin'\nNo one notices tha youth\nIt's just me against tha world baby\nChorus\nOoohhhhh\nMe against tha world\nIt's just me against tha world\nOoohhhhh\nIt's just me against tha world\nMe against tha world\nCause it's just me against tha world baby\nMe against tha world\nOoohhhh yeeah\nI got nothin' ta lose\nIt's just me against tha world baby\nI got nothin' ta lose\n[dramacydal's verse]\nCould somebody help me?\nI'm out here all by myself\nSeeing ladies in stores\nBaby capones\nLivin wealthy\nPictures of my birth\nOn tha surface what i'm dreamin'\nSeein' daddy seein'\nFull of crooked deamons\nAlready crazy and screamin'\nI guess them nightmares as a child\nHad me scared\nBut left me prepared\nFor awhile\nIs there another route?\nFor crooked outlaws\nThat are in a villian of young thugs\nEverday is more d**h\nPlus i'm more rollin\nI'm seein more beatens\nFor me\nTo proceed with fear\nScheme on schemeing\nAmd leavin' their peeps grievin'\nCause ain't no bucks ta stack up\nMy nuts is backed up\nI'm about ta act up\n\n\n\nGo load tha mack up\nNow watch me klack up\nTry makin' fat cuts\nBut yo it ain't workin\nAnd evils lurken\nI can see him smirken\nWhen i gets tha bourbon\nSo what\nGo put some work in\nAnd make my mail\nMakin' sells\nRisken 25 with a 'l'\nBut oh well\nChorus\nMe against tha world\nWith nothin' ta lose\nIt's just me against tha world\nOoohhhh\nIt's just me against tha world baby\nMe against tha world\nI got nothin' ta lose\nIt's just me against tha world\nHeeeyyy\nIt's just me against tha world baby\nWith nothin ta lose\nIt's just me against tha world baby\nMe against tha world\nMe against tha world\nI got nothin' ta lose\nIt's just me against tha world baby\nHeeeyyy\n[tupac's verse]\nWith all this extra stressin'\nTha question i wonder is after d**h\nI feel my last breath\nWhen will i finaly get to rest from this supression\nThey punish tha people that's askin questions\nAnd those that possess\nSteal from tha ones without possesions\nTha message i stress\nTo make it stop\nStudy your lessons\nDon't settle for less\nEven tha genius asks questions\nBe gratifull for blessins\nDon't ever change\nKeep your essense\nTha powers in tha people and tha politics we address\nAlways do your best\nDon't let this pressure make ya panic\nAnd when ya get stranded\nAnd things don't go tha way ya planed it\nDreaming of richs\nIn a position of makin' a difference\nPolititions and hipocrites\nThey don't wanna listen\nIf i'm insane\nThen tha fame ain't about ta change\nIt wasn't nothin' like tha game\nIt's just me against tha world\nChorus\nMe against tha world\nNothin ta lose\nIt's just me against tha world baby\nMe against tha world\nGot me stuck in tha game\nIt's just me against tha world\nOoohhhh\nI'm outshining [???] tha news\nIt's just me against tha world baby\nHahaha\nMe against tha world\nThat's right...\nI know it seem hard someties, but uh...\nRemember one thing\nThrough every dark night\nThere's a bright day after that\nSo no matter how hard it get\nStick ya chest out\nKeep ya head up\nAnd handle it\nMe against tha world\nMe against tha world\nMe against tha world\nFades...\n",
    "2pac - Me Against The World - Dramacydal lyrics": "It's just me against the world\nOoh, ooh\nNothin' to lose,\nIt's just me against the world baby\nOh, ah ah\nI got nothin' to lose\nIt's just me against the world\nOh-hahhh\nStuck in the game\nMe against the world baby\nCan you picture my prophecy?\nStress in the city, the cops is hot for me\nThe projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin'\nThere ain't no stoppin' me\nConstantly movin' while makin' millions\nWitnessin' k**ings, leavin' dead bodies in abandoned buildings\nCarries to children 'cause they're illin'\nAddicted to k**in' and the appeal from the cap peelin'\nWithout feelin', but will they last or be blasted?\nHard headed ba*tard\nMaybe he'll listen in his casket, the aftermath\nMore bodies being buried, I'm losing my homies in a hurry\nThey're relocating to the cemetery\nGot me worried, stressin', my vision's blurried\nThe question is will I live? No one in the world loves me\nI'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers\nPut one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin' this anger\nDon't wanna make excuses, 'cause this is how it is\nWhat's the use unless we're shootin' no one notices the youth\nIt's just me against the world baby\nMe against the world\nIt's just me against the world\nOoh yeah, ooh-hoo\nIt's just me against the world\nMe against the world\n'Cause it's just me against the world baby\nHey!\nMe against the world\nOoh yeah\nI got nothin' to lose\nIt's just me against the world baby\nI got nothin' to lose\nCould somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself\nSee ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, livin' wealthy\nPictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin\nSeein Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy\nAnd screamin' I guess them nightmares as a child\nHad me scared, but left me prepared for a while\nIs there another route? For a crooked Outlaw\nVeteran, a villian, a young thug, who one day shall fall\nEver'day there's mo' d**h, and plus I'm dough-less\nI'm seein' mo' reasons for me to proceed with thievin'\nScheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving\n'Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up\nI'm bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klacka \n\n\n\nTried makin' fat cuts, but yo it ain't workin'\nAnd Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking\nWhen I gets to pervin', so what?\nGo put some work in, and make my mail, makin' sales\nRisking 25 with a 'L', but oh well\nMe against the world\nWith nothin' to lose\nIt's just me against the world\nOoh yeah, ooh-ooh\nIt's just me against the world baby\nMe against the world\nI got nuttin to lose\nIt's just me against the world\nOh oh\nHa ha\nIt's just me against the world baby\nHa-ah, ha ah!\nWith nothin' to lose\nIt's just me against the world baby\nMe against the world, ho ah\nMe against the world\nI got nothin' to lose\nIt's just me against the world baby\nHa-hahh (hehe) heyy!\nWith all this extra stressin'\nThe question I wonder is after d**h, after my last breath\nWhen will I finally get to rest? Through this suppression\nThey punish the people that's askin' questions\nAnd those that possess, steal from the ones without possessions\nThe message I stress, to make it stop study your lessons\nDon't settle for less, even the genius asks-es questions\nBe grateful for blessings\nDon't ever change, keep your essence\nThe power is in the people and politics we address\nAlways do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic\nAnd when you get stranded\nAnd things don't go the way you planned it\nDreamin' of riches, in a position of makin' a difference\nPoliticians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen\nIf I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change\nIt wasn't nothin' like the game\nIt's just me against the world\nMe against the world\nNothin' to lose\nIt's just me against the world baby\nMe against the world\nGot me stuck in the game\nIt's just me against the world\nOh ah\nI'd be ashamed to lose\nIt's just me against the world baby\nMe against the world\nHeh, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\nThat's right\nI know it seem hard sometimes but uh\nRemember one thing\nThrough every dark night, there's a bright day after that\nSo no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out\nKeep your head up, and handle it\nMe against the world\nMe against the world\nMe against the world",
    "2pac - Me And My Girlfriend lyrics": "sh**, you mothaf**in right. i'm the b**h that's keepin it live and keepin it\nHot when you punk a** n***as is on. n***a, west side. what!!\nBring it on.\nLook for me. lost in the world in 96. bonnie and clyde.\nMe and my girlfriend doin 85 when we ride, drive in this world of sin.\nBorn as a ghetto child. raised in this whirlwind.\nOur childhood years recall the tears. heart laced with venom.\nSmokin chern, drinkin malt liquor. father forgivin.\nMe and my girlfriend must of fell in love with the struggle.\nHands on the steering wheel. bust! watch me bail out and bust em.\nf** em all. watch em fall. screamin.\nAutomatic gunfire exorcisin all demons. my posse off on the side.\nMy congragation high, ready to die. we bail out to take the jail back.\nn***as united. our first date. can't wait to see you naked.\nTouch you in every secret place. i can hardly wait to bust freely.\nGot you red hot. you so happy to see me.\nMake the frontpage, primetime live on tv.\nn***a, my girlfriend may be .45 but she still live.\nOne shot makin n***as heart beats stop.\nWhat!! i'm bustin on you punk a** n***as. run, n***a, run. i'm on your a**\nn***a. run, n***a, duck and hide. i'm bustin on all you b**hes. run, n***a,\nYeah. west side, uh,uh,uh. die, n***a, die.\nMy girlfriend blacker than the darkest night.\nWhen n***as act b**h made, she got the heart to fight.\nn***a, my girlfriend. though we seperated at times,\nI know deep inside baby girl'll always be mine.\nPicked you up when you was 9. started out my life of crime wit you.\nBought you some shells when you turned 22. it's true.\nNothing compares to the satisfaction that i feel when we out mashin.\nMe and my girlfriend.\n(chorus)\nAll i need in this life of sin,\nIs me and my girlfriend.\nDown to ride to the bloody end.\nJust me and my girlfriend.\nI was too immature to understand your ways.\nInexperienced back in the days.\n\n\n\nCaught so many arguments and strays.\nNow i realize how to treat cha.\nThe secret to keep ya. bein faitful cuz now cheating's leathal.\nWe closer than the hands of time. deeper than the drive of mankind.\nI trust you dearly, i shoot blindly. i time i clock figures.\nDroppin n***as as we rise. we all souljas and god ties.\nNow it's time for war. never leave me waitin. i'm paranoid.\nSleepin with you loaded by my bedside, crazy.\nJealous when you hang wit the fellas.\nI wait patiently and long anticipated for the moment you come home.\nI'm watin by the phone. this is true love, i could feel it.\nAlot of women in my bed but you the realest.\nIf you need me, call. i'll be there. do it all.\nYou're the reason i could stand tall.\nMe and my girlfriend.\nChorus repeats\nI love finger f**in you.\nAll of a sudden i hearin thunder when you bust a nut.\nn***as be duckin. i'm takin numbers.\nLove to watch you at a block party beggin for drama.\nWhile unleashin on the old times. that's on my mama.\nI would trade my life for yours.\nBehind closed door, the only girl that i adore.\nEverything i'm askin for.\nTalkin to me, beggin me to just take you around.\n17, like brandy, you just wanna be down.\nTalkin loud. when i tell you be quiet, you move a crowd.\nBustin rounds, activatin arye. that's why i love you.\nSo no control, down to roll. unleash. after i hit, you break apart.\nThen back to one piece. much love to my one and only girlfriend.\nThe world is ours. just hold me down. baby, witness the power.\nNever leave a n***a alone. i love you, black or chrome.\nTurn this house into a happy home.\nMe and my girlfriend.\nChorus repeats\nLost in the whirlwind 96. bonnie and clyde.\nMe and my girlfriend doin 85 when we ride, drive in this world of sin.\nBorn as a ghetto child. raised in this whirlwind.\nLook for me.\n~repeats~\n",
    "2pac - Me And My Homies lyrics": "[Chorus]\nMe and my homies tho\nyou know we kick it like everyday\nMe and my homies, kick it like everyday\n[Nate Dogg]\nBut I'm alone in my room\nand I dont have no one to talk to\nI catch a girl with my phone\nand cause some folks who know what I go through\nafter I smoke a joint, come on\nto keep my temper low\nI parlay with my friends\nthere's really no where else to go\n[Chorus x2]\nMe and my homies though\nyou know we kick it like everyday\nMe and my homies, kick it like everyday\n[2 Pac]\nI ain't sh** without my homeboys\nrather be buried, then see us party\nkeep it close to my heart\ncuz we the ones that got the sh** started\nyou recollect, we used to bust on snithces\nnobody come before my n***az, f** all y'all b**hes\nall my homeboys are self sufficient\nso be suspicious of your scandalous tricks\ngot the police takin our pictures\nlove to hang out on the corner but we known to ride\nme and my muthaf**in homeboys down to die\n\n\n\nfor each other, cuz we closer than brothers\nits like you came in, no forgettin the party poppin\nwhen my squad walks in\nthrow up your hands baby buy me a drink, stop actin phony\ndont forget tto bring something for all my homies\nto know me is to love a thug n***a to the fullest, duckin bullets,\nsnatchin guns when these trick n***az pull it\nhandle my business like a professional, the whole world knows me\nbut I ain't sh** without my f**in homies\nme and my f**in homies\n[Chorus]\nMe and my homies though\nyou know we kick it like everyday\nMe and my homies\nkick it like everyday\n(Me and my homies)\nconstantly we mash\n(Me and my homies)\ngotta make that cash\n(Me and my homies)\nthere's no need to ask\n(Me and my homies)\nwe are still the best\n[Breakdown x8]\n(thats my homeys)\nthats my homeys\nDPGC homeys\n[Chorus]\nMe and my homies tho\nyou know we kick it like everyday\nMe and my homies, kick it like everyday\n",
    "2pac - Mexico lyrics": "Mexico Mexico",
    "2pac - Mi$$ion lyrics": "HOOK:\nI can't trust no body, they all just phoney\nI'm tryna stack my money like Makaveli\nSnap back to reality I'm almost ready\nMoney stacked up real heavy\nGoing up makes me work harder\nI'm Jordan it's the fourth quarter\nAnd that's the mission, that's the mission\nThat's the mission, that's the mission (that's the mission)\nThat's the mission, that's the mission, that's the mission\nVERSE 01:\nWalking through the street lights, I've been feeling well\nMo Money you get people wanna see you fail\nI swear this world full of demons, it's like I'm in a hell\nPeople come around, and go around\nShe flexing I can tell\nI'm leavin guess it's farewell\nMissin, she's what I'm missin\nThese b**hes trippin\nIt's shots up no fakes just realness, I'm Makaveli\nCan't trust n***as\nI don't understand n***as\nMissin my famila\nMy mama, love her dearly\nI'm a lil tricky, call me a theory\nHOOK:\nI can't trust no body, they all just phoney\nI'm tryna stack my money like Makaveli\nSnap back to reality I'm almost ready\nMoney stacked up real heavy\nGoing up makes me work harder\nI'm Jordan it's the fourth quarter\nAnd that's the mission, that's the mission\nThat's the mission, that's the mission (that's the mission)\nThat's the mission, that's the mission, that's the mission \n\n\n\nVERSE 02:\nI'm off that Tanqueray\nDrinkin and thinkin, been feelin lonely\nI feels no way\nMinds bringin me down, I'm slippin away\nI got trust issues, these b**hes they can't do sh** for me\nI'm single, mo money mo problems, mo knowledge\nNo problems, don't got problems, cause I'm in peace\nd**h of a sinner, you and the mix\nRealest sh** you'll read\nb**h no trustin, for any n***as, cause that's blasphemy\nAnd if you try me on the 13th, you won't live to see the next week\nHOOK:\nI can't trust no body, they all just phoney\nI'm tryna stack my money like Makaveli\nSnap back to reality I'm almost ready\nMoney stacked up real heavy\nGoing up makes me work harder\nI'm Jordan it's the fourth quarter\nAnd that's the mission, that's the mission\nThat's the mission, that's the mission (that's the mission)\nThat's the mission, that's the mission, that's the mission\nOUTRO: 2Pac\nI see myself as a natural born hustler, a true hustler in every sense of the word\nI took nothin', I took the opportunities, I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it\nI went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person",
    "2pac - Military Minds lyrics": "[Tupac Talking]\nStand in formation\nMy motherf**ing real troopers\nLets do it like soldiers\nAll in together now\nReady?\nHell yeah\nNo retreat no surrender\nd**h before dishonor motherf**er\nDo it to them\nCome on\nNever got thuggish\nUhh\nYes yes YES\nSay whut\nWestide eastside ride\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at? (Huhuhu)\nThe cases of a drug dealer\nReal thugs, where you at?\nYo a motherf**ing army\nDo it to them\nDo it to them\nThey love the way we do it to them\nWe do it to them\nCalvary\n[Verse 1: Tupac]\nSuppress the revolution of premeditated scheme [echo]\nIntroduce a drug called crack\nTo us ghetto teens [echo]\nGot a law for raw n***as now\nPlaya what it be like? [echo]\nWhen will n***as see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo]\nCan't seem to focus\nHopeless\nWith violent thoughts\nI wrote this\nGot these devils petrified\nHiding from my hocus pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency\nAnd over time [echo]\nAffiliated\nClearly click a military mind [echo]\nMay god forgive us\nThough we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealing\n>From the womb to the block [echo]\nMy live mind got me surviving 5 shots [echo]\nMy 45 got me fortified with live rounds\nWhen sh** stick\nWe plot hits\nWhen our block spits\nAll hail\nOut on bail\nWrath of 2pacalypse [echo]\nForever ghetto\nNecessary picture food stamps\nOutlaw thug n***as\nNever left the boot camp\n[Verse 2: BuckShot & Cocoa Brovas]\nI'm a n***a for a**ignment\nOne of the suqads finest [echo]\nSk**ed in gorilla warfare\nAnd blessed\nWork with firearm [echo]\nMy rap sh**\nContains sections of bomb sessions\nSays I'm responsible for black smith and wessons [echo]\nPutting up on ?? in the military state of mind [echo]\nDangerous like chronic and yard when combined\nCocoa Brovas pan the borderline [echo]\nThat's the sound and your dead son\nMan to man\nI'm facing the devil with a plan [echo]\nJudo stance\nFirst glance\nI'm making my advance [echo]\nAnimal instincts\nIntelligence of an a**a**in [echo]\nMask my ninja style\nSurround me ready to attack [echo]\nI react swiftly\nWhat father taught me sticks with me [echo]\nNever forget the methods stick and move strictly [echo]\nsh** be seeming like its closing in\nWith no regrets I hold position\nCause I circles\nI'm one of the chosen men [echo]\nPicture being put in position to move [echo]\nAnd you can't move\nCause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 O'clock\nThat's when the madness beings [echo]\nSo I start to focusing\nMy thoughts on the war\nCause the rule is the law [echo]\nAnd the law that we live by is to stay true to self\nIn this case beady eye [echo]\nWhy try\nEverybody lie\nAbout the block\nTrue soldier mentality\nThis is how we rock and move [echo]\nStick and move\nTime to show what kinda n***a\nMove or get moved on\nLets see whos strong [echo] \n\n\n\nIn the days of the strange\nWhere nothing stays the same\nWith new faces come through with similar game [echo]\nAnd who you thought them\nReally ain't they (echo)\nCatching deja vu\nOf the game people play [echo]\nIt's a call for re-adjustment\nFine tune your positions\nYou slipping and tripping\nInstead of bobbing and dipping [echo]\nWill never let this world of stress get me [echo]\nTaking breathing techniques\nSlay you with tai chi [echo]\nWhat did you change\nTo get a break\nIn the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake\nElimination I'm facing\nDestruction\nOutlaw till I duck down [echo]\nFrom po po's bustin'\nNo one to trust in\nRushing to the goal line\nCatch a n***a\nBeat him\nTreat him like he stole mine [echo]\nNo swine\nI'm a soldier\nTold cha I control mine [echo]\nTime to take you back into time\nFollow this here\nOne way out\nThis black hole\nFor this black soul\nsh** is outta control\nI'm fighting for my position\nTo be a fetus in this world I am entering [echo]\nAnd my face is sentencing for repentance [echo]\nBefore my body was fully formed into a human [echo]\nI was already consuming weed\nCause my mom's use to smoke back in the 70's [echo]\nMaybe that's why in the 90's\nI drop g's when I drop degrees [echo]\nWhen I ease across the block\nWith Pac [echo]\nAnd got all you n***as shot\nYou didn't think\nBoot Camp click would link\nWith the outlaw minded\nIf you do you press rewind\nAnd you can peep gorilla tactics in every line\n[Tupac]\nYeah\nAnd this is how we do it\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere they at?\nLet me see my real thugs\nWhere you at\nWont you see my real thugs\nWhere you at\nLet me see my real thugs\nWhere u at\nNow\nWhere my real thugs\nLet me see where you at\nTell me where my real thugs\nGots to see where you at\nWhere's my soldiers\nWhere you at\nWhere's my real soldiers\nWhere you at\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhere you at\nWhere you at\nGet your strap my n***a\nWhere you at?\nWhere you at?\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhere you at?\nWhere you at?\nHit your thug n***as\nWhere you at?\nWith your strap\nWhere my soldiers at\nWith my true thug n***as\nNo longer drug dealers\nCause we now thug n***as\nWhere my soldiers at?\nNo longer drug dealers\nCause we now thug n***as\nLet me\nWhere my\nWhere my soldiers at\nPut your pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers at\nPut your guns up\nTell me where my soldiers at\nPut your pistols in the air\nWhere my, soldiers\nMy true thug rollers\nYes\nIt just doesn't quit\nYes\nThis is that real hip hop sh**\nYes\nf** what you heard\nFrom the ghetto to the 'burbs\nKnow we meant every word\nWhere my soldiers\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhere my soldiers\nWhere my soldiers at\nPut your hand on your pistol\nPoint your pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhere my soldiers\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhere my soldiers\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhen Bob Dole and Deloris Tucker wanna know, where my soldiers at\nCode Fo'\n",
    "2pac - Million Dollar Spot lyrics": "[Intro: E-40]\nRighteously what I was doing\nWas protecting my peoples million dollar spots\nUhh, that's right, uhh, my million dollar spot\nMy million dollar spot (beyatch) my million dollar spot\nMy million dollar spot, on the block slangin' hop (beyatch)\nOn the spot, my million dollar spot, uhh\n[Verse 1: E-40]\nMajor loot, seriously n***as don't wanna dispute\nMysteriously a n***a die, when you play this game and ain't know the time\nI s** the life out your a** by pushin' mute\nsh** can get stanky like a poot (like a poot)\nI got dog poop crank yes I pollute\nLeave the whole block fully unrecouped\nI'm like a record company, givin' out advancements\nGet my money back, by any circumstances\nMy million dollar spot, not to mention\nDrive through service, Church's chicken\nA bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do'\nJust in case I gotta throw away my yole\nBars around the house, bars around the window\nDope around the corner, broken down Pinto\nYou can tell who got the mail who got the biggest chops\nMy million dollar spot... beyatch!\n[Hook]\nI can take a chance, I could live in cans\nBring it on the block, million dollar spot\nI can take a chance, I could live in cans\nBring it on the block, million dollar spot\n[Collision: 2Pac]\nHaha, my million dollar spot bigger\nGet my motherf**in' cash on\nYou know how we do it out here in California, beatch!\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nIt was, more than just a dream for me\nTo be the King it seems I need a k**er team to get the green for me\nHit the scene clean in my Chevy, now I'm ready for trouble\nCount my rocks, set up shop, collect my fetti and bubble\nFaded visions of me as a timer\nThough marijuana clouds my vision I'm still watch for drama, ha-ha\nThey got me crossed tryin' to be the boss, no one can stop us\nn***as dream of six figures, handle our business in choppers\nFeds can't comprehend my ghetto slang, so I evade\nAnd plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main\nHelp me if I fall, can I ball for life\nA half a key in my drawers, bein' cautious like\nI wanna rise keep my eyes open\nWitness motherf**ers die with they eyes open, my n***as rise smokin' \n\n\n\nAny busta b**h tryin' to stop my wish\nTo have a million dollar spot gettin' riches, feel me\n[Hook]\nI can take a chance, I could live in cans\nBring it on the block, million dollar spot\nI can take a chance, I could live in cans\nBring it on the block, million dollar spot\n[Collision: 2Pac]\nIn my million dollar spot\nGet your money n***a! f** the cops, in my million dollar spot\nWe got rocks, coke and hops, in my million dollar spot\nGimme all your motherf**in' money all money good money back\nFeel me, get money n***a!\n[Verse 3: B-Legit]\nNuttin but the motherf**in' hog in me\nHit the Hillside trapped with thirty-six O-Z's\nServe nothin' but dubs, no twump no love\nNow n***a don't make me get these burner gloves\nI got the whole block jumpin' like the Mardi Gras\nNothin' but a dope fiend party y'all\nI'm lovin' this game, it's my favorite sport\nCome short get burnt with the Newport\nMy n***a, 4-0, and 'Pac came to see me\nSmobbin' in a nine-six drop rose Bentley, sh** be\nCaution for these n***as on the ocean\nA sip of the potion now your n***a be in motion\nBossin' hopin' fede-ral thieves don't raid\nCatch me with a Glock and a box of grenades\nI'm tryin' to get paid, all about my lucci\nNow b**h put this motherf**in' key in your coochie\n[Outro: E-40]\nMotherf**ers ho' hard!\nYa understand that? Motherf**ers ho hard!\nWe got sh** jumpin' off on every spot\nWe got crank methamphetamines\nDope for a** to get yo' cash, motherf**er\nWe got big pimpin', ya understand\nWe got solicitin', ya know\nWe got all kind of sh**, prostitution\nIt don't stop\nMotherf**er tryin' to just get his cash on the motherf**in'\nMillion dollar spot, BEYATCH!\n[Hook]\nI can take a chance, I could live in cans\nBring it on the block, million dollar spot\nI can take a chance, I could live in cans\nBring it on the block, million dollar spot\n[Collision: E-40]\nThat's right, my million dollar spot\nUhh, for ya knot, my million dollar spot\nMy million dollar spot, my million dollar spot\nRighteous people know what I be doin' be protectin' my peoples\nMillion dollar spot, my million dollar spot BEYATCH!",
    "2pac - Mind Of A Bad Boy/Real Bad Boyz lyrics": "[Verse 1: Dee tha Mad b**h]\nWhat goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin' but payback\nWho's next, the clip, callin' murder could [?] the contract\nBetter watch your back\nSince he's makin' that comeback\nThe 1-87 will stop 'em\nThe hollow point, will drop ya\nGo on, here's a scene for your soul\nSo take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper\nYou best to profit from the depths of hell\nHe's a real McCoy\nBut ain't no stoppin' this girl is bad boy\nHe ain't no joke\nMuthaf**a grab your throat\nBefore you find yourself cut with a blade\nAs your bloody body lays on top of cement\nIn front of your president\nIt was a murder for hire\nHit an innocent child in the crossfire\nNow he's confined to a jail\nGot shot six times, in his spine\nBut his mind is still down at the grind\nHe's willin' to destroy\nThat's what he lives for, to be a bad boy\n[Chorus]\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, we're comin' after you\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nI got these bustas on my block and they after me\nRunnin' 'round tellin' these n***as, how they gon' capture me\nIt's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my mind up\nNow should I, buck 'em down, or put my nine up?\nYou see, I ain't a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad\nI graduated from 22's to 3-57 mags\nRunnin' on these marks 'fore they stashin'\nI ain't askin', give it up, or get to blastin'\nThe penitentiary don't scare me\nA straight thug n***a, the whole set'll take care of me\nAnd tell me, who the f** you gon' find\nRough enough to tear these b**h-n***as, this is mine \n\n\n\nNow busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind\nI'm sick about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' high\nA hustlin'-a** n***a from the projects, I'm makin' loot\nAnd screamin' Thug Life, n***a, when I shoot\nThey made me\n[Chorus]\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, we're comin' after you\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you\n[Verse 3: Dee tha Mad b**h]\nNow how many bad boys in the house\nSo hurry boys got the bigger nuts\nWhat the f**, I gave 'em the blunts\nHavin' a grudge against the whole f**in' world\nA 16 shot-block-Glock, that'll stop 'em\nThey're sure to hit the ground\nNothin', bustin' a cap on no more every round\nA bad boy is the big, shot on the block\nHe got knots, bigger rocks for the cops\nBefore he gets props\nSo you petty boys, you can't f** with em'\nYou can eat the biggies' good friend\nOr become a victim of a dead man\nIt's sad to see, when you end up six-feet deep\nSo rest in peace, muthaf**a, join the pow\nHe got nothin' but the realest style\nFlavors when on the mic\nAnd packin' the meal like life\nSavers, sweep up on you at night\nHis grip on tight, and make you take a bite\nThat's all she wrote, barrel went down your throat\nk**in' off these n***as for fun\nMurder one, and throw away your gun\nHe's livin' his life like a soldier\nThat's what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy\n[Chorus]\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, watch out, we're comin' after you\n[Outro]\n[?]",
    "2pac - Minnie The Moocher lyrics": "(2pac)\nI know this girl and her name is Minnie\nLivin' in the projects didn't own a penny\nMet her at a school dance so I took a chance\nWalked her to the parkin' lot for a little romance\nGot to my car, put the key in the ignition\nturned on the slow jams, I was on a mission\nI was catchin' wild things like the chicken pox\nI was \"J\" and knockin' boots right down the socks\nShe was freaky and wild, oh man could I call it?\nBut when I dropped her off, she had stole my wallet\nI couldn't quite believe that why a hoocher-coocher?\nBut that was my first experience with MINNIE THE MOOCHER!!\n(2pac)\nMinnie the Moocher was a legend on the block I'm from\nA dream girl to many brothers, but true to none\nHer reputation was enormous - a real go getter\nAnd once a brother met her, he wanted to get with her\nMaybe it was her smile, her personality or\nthe way she shook her shimmy or the clothes she wore\nBut whatever it was, Minnie the Moocher was an expert\nReal heart-breaker, but never get hurt\nShe had this boyfriend, his name was Diamond\nhelpin' Minnie out with the little social climbin'\nMet with Politicians, peace to many others\nSuddenly and instantly, they became her lovers\nShe took the power that they possessed\nAnd Minnie did it all without gettin' undressed\nMinnie dissed Diamond sayin' that he could not live with her\nBut he wanted payment for the things he did for her\nHe grabbed the gun sittin' on the nightstand\n\n\n\nMinnie held the bullets, put the pistol in her right hand\nShe was a legend to everyone who knew her\nThat's is my memory of Minnie the Moocher\n(Ray Tyson)\nMinnie had a boyfriend, a gambler\nAddicted to poker, an alcoholic, a ba**head, crack smoker\nHe took her to Harlem, and all around Chinatown\nHe bought some ba**, a pipe a tape of hard-rap sounds\nShe was an addict, tired of the static and poverty\nSick of the same ghetto misery\nSee, Minnie was a young kid lookin' for excitement\nSmokey was a hoodlum, headin' for inditement\nThen one day their relationship stopped\nwhen Smokey was k**ed by the M-I-C-Cops\nMinnie was hurt, lost without a clue\nTo her, there was no chance of gettin' somebody new\nSo she walked home sadly, as bad as it seems\nShe cried herself to sleep to find the man of her dreams\n(Ray Tyson)\nShe had dreams and schemes about the King of Sweden\nHe gave her things that this girl was much needin'\nA plush house made of gold and steel\nA diamond car with a platt in the wheel\nNow you might think this is a lot of stuff\nBut to Minnie this was not enough\nHe bought a stable, full of thorough-bred race horses\nHis meal she ate was a dozen courses\nShe had a fortune in nickels and dimes\nAnd she sat around and counted it a billion times\nShe had bank, yeah Minnie was clockin'\nHad every s**er in the neighborhood JOCKIN'!!\nShe would walk by tryin' all to wink her eye\nThen she dissin', with zero reply\n",
    "2pac - Monday morning lyrics": "\n\n\n\nLayin around sittin about from friday morning to saturday evenings monday morning x2",
    "2pac - Mortal Man lyrics": "[Produced by Sounwave]\n[Hook 1]\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my n***a, let me ask this question:\n[Bridge 1]\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen sh** hit the fan (one two, one two)\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[Hook 1]\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet these words be your earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said my n***a, let me ask this question:\n[Bridge 2]\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[Verse 1]\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant c**aine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:\n[Bridge 2]\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[Hook 2]\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my words be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that\n[Verse 2]\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood is it worth the time?\nLike who got your best interest?\nLike how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge or your mind when it's mentioned?\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say\n[Bridge 2]\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWant you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[Hook 3]\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon\nYou consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, n***a\n[Verse 3]\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island an*lysing, that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me\nIs this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, gra**, how the wind blow\nMurphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?\nFloss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of\nPit bulls, put me under stress\nCrawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect\nBut then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left \u2018em for dead?\nIs it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you a**a**in\nIs it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh\n[Bridge 3]\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat n***a gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?\nWhen sh** hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[Hook 4]\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it\nLet my word be your earth and moon you consume every message\nAs I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me n***a, let me ask this question n***a [Outro: Kendrick Lamar & 2Pac]\n[Kendrick Lamar]\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from k**ing us \n\n\n\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another n***a\u201d\nsh** and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it Another n***a but, it ain't really a poem, I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to. Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you, I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--, about a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground. What you mean \u2018bout that, what the ground represent?\n[2Pac]\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\n[Kendrick Lamar]\nRight\n[2Pac]\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond. I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people, the poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy, appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry, you know what I'm saying it's gonna be like\u2026 there might be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich\n[Kendrick Lamar]\nAight so let me ask you this then, do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?\n[2Pac]\nI see myself as a natural born hustler, a true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin', I took the opportunities, I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it. I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that works my management company. I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years you know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire. I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying. I made millions for the record companies, I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us\n[Kendrick Lamar]\nAnd through your different avenues of success, how would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\n[2Pac]\nBy my faith in God, by my faith in the game, and by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true.\" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason, you know what I'm saying, I was noticing, sh**, I was punching the right bu*tons and it was happening. So it's no problem, you know I mean it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through\n[Kendrick Lamar]\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\n[2Pac]\nsh**, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance. And not only me but it goes down my family tree. You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\n[Kendrick Lamar]\nAight well, how long you think it take before n***as be like, we fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down\n[2Pac]\nIn this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager, while you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back. Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of a man, out of a black man in this country. And you don't wanna fight no more. And if you don't believe me you can look around, you don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthaf**as\n[Kendrick Lamar]\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy you left behind I can truly tell you that there's nothing but turmoil goin' on so I wanted to ask you what you think is the future for me and my generation today?\n[2Pac]\nI think that n***as is tired of grabbin' sh** out the stores and next time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real. I don't think America know that. I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some more playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in this muthaf**a. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\n[Kendrick Lamar]\nThat's crazy man. In my opinion, only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations, lotta people don't understand how important it is. Sometimes I be like, get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes\n[2Pac]\nBecause the spirits, we ain't even really rappin', we just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\n[Kendrick Lamar]\nDamn\nI wanted to read one last thing to you. It's actually something a good friend had wrote describing my world. It says:\n\u201cThe caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment the caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but praises the bu*terfly\nThe bu*terfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the bu*terfly as weak and figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots, such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the bu*terfly sheds light on situations that the caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the bu*terfly and caterpillar are completely different, they are one and the same.\"\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac?\nPac?!",
    "2pac - Movin On lyrics": "* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists\n[Lyfe Jennings]\nMmmmmmmmmmmmm..\nIn the event of my demise, when my heart can beat no more\nI hope I at least died for a principle, or a belief I've lived fo'\nAnd if I die before my time, when I'm not fast enough to catch my breath, oh no\nGive my apologies to the man upstairs, let him know I tried my best\n[Hook]\nAnd as I'm movin on\nNo I've come to grips with this old sayin goodbye thing\nAnd though my body's gone\nRest a**ured that my kids will know that daddy's never far from home\nI'll be seein you \n\n\n\nOn the other side of that yellow brick road, we've been told so much about\nNo doubt, no doubt\nI'm gonna miss y'all, miss y'all, miss y'all\n[Lyfe Jennings]\nBefore I reach my d**h y'all there's still some things I wanna see\nGot dreams of havin a wife, fat as hell, carryin my seed\nGot other dreams of growin old\nBut from what I've been told that's just wishful thinkin\nSo I sayyyy, {?}\nThis body's no longer, breathin\n[Hook] w/ variations\n[Lyfe Jennings]\n'Pac, 'Pac, Lyfe, Lyfe\nLyfe, Lyfe\n'Pac, Lyfe, Lyfe\n'Pac, 'Pac, 'Pac\n'Pac, Lyfe",
    "2pac - Moving On * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Murda For Life lyrics": "[Ja Rule]\nBusta a** n***as\nBusta a** n***as\nLet's ride on they a**\nThis is murda for life\nThis is murda for life\nThis is murda for life\nThis is murda for life\nHater, it's murda\nWhat the f** you gonna do?\nMurder I-N-C\nWe gangstas y'all playas\nNow we took your sh**\nWhen we start for war\n[Tah Murdah]\nYo, yo, whether y'all n***as feel it my gangsta or not\nGuns will pop n***as will drop\nFlip figgas and build stocks\nAnd I still rock with n***as that slang them thangs\nFasinated by his life and what I could bring\nIt's a good thing when good n***as cling together\nIt's a hood thing guns sling hittin who ever\nI'm after the cheedar\nn***as that's someting you must know\nGet touched for any grand my plans is the gusto (nobody can live)\nb**h n***a walk with it switch n***a\nWound up in the ditch n***a\nGet f**ing around\nThrow you body over the bridge\nAnd watch you drown\nYeah, it's murda when I co*k it back\n[Black Child]\nYo mutherf**as love to hate us\nWe got slugs for traders\nBig John-Dub paper drug flavors\nWe coke dope mess tabs and ease\nf** around and I'll open up a spottin spree\nIf I did n***as will probably snitch on me\nCuz some of these n***as in the industry\nIs like b**hes to me\nYa'll ain't seen nothing this black since Biggie\nYou never seen gat this big that pretty\n(Motherf**as) you Murda I-N-C\n(And I touch) b**h n***as get it for free\n(Motherf**a) if I can't live n***as die to night\nIt's Black Child, Hollis Ave\nMurda for life\n(n***a)\n[Chorus: Ja Rule]\nThis is murda for life\nThis is murda for life\nMotherf**as I still don't give a f**\nThis is murda for life\nThis is murda for life\nn***as I still don't give a sh** \n\n\n\nThis is murda for life\nThis is murda for life\nCall it what you want Murda Inc the gang n***a\nThis is murda for life\nThis is murda for life\nMotherf**as I still don't give a f**\n[Vita]\nMeditate, light the dro\nAnd let this b**h drop the flow\nSo know when you speak how n***as gonna creep\nAnd they keep that heat\nLeave you six feet deep\nIt's a murda thang\nA Jersey thang\nNow you how I claim it\nBurn these thangs\nAin't nothing going to change\nWe own this b**h\nAnd I never hesate to put it on the b**h\nAnd this owned by the motherf**in murda (I-N-C)\nV-I-T-A and i see no (other choice)\nBut to roll with the homicide\nFor all the drama make sure that you\nAnd your mama die\n[Chorus]\n[Ja Rule]\nIt's the end of the days for n***as who sh** where they lay\nLike this b**h with AIDS\nI paid f** who I hate\nSo when we congrigate\nThe condom breaks\nFor that born mistake\nYou bustas name too late\nsh**, it's murda\nThat's what we be yelling\nSell a million to records\nTo top of these d** we selling (gettin high)\nf**ing with I-N-C and you (going die)\nIt's murda for life\nSo get it right (ya'll n***as)\nKnown for carring guns\nWe f** (ya'll b**hes)\nIt's thug life we live it\nWith both feet puttin in it\nWe gives more the we gettin\nYa'll needs shots to live it\nn***as you could call us\nM-U-R-D-E-R-S\nWe put souls at rest and shoot up caskets\nWe dangerous\nf** with INC you gettin touched\nCuz n***as\nWe still don't give a f**\nThis is murda for life\nThis is murda for life\nThis is murda for life\nThis is murda for life\nYou will lie in Hell\nWhere your dead homeboys dwell\nThere's no way to escape\nThere's no way you can escape\nSo rest in peace b**h",
    "2pac - Murda me lyrics": "2Pac\nMiscellaneous\nThug In Me, Thug In You\n2Pac\nThug in Me, Thug in You\nBy age 13 I was buckwild, Good in my knucklegame\nMade it through a tough childhood, Never be the same\nWalked in my daddy's shoes, No time to be a peaceful man\nJust shatter fools, That's 'til I put my eyes on you\nGoddamn sweetheart, You got some thighs on you\nNow I can't wait to get you home, Get you all alone\nIn my bedroom, Baby can we bone and get it on?\nTell me lady how you like me, And if you want it harder baby\nCome and bite me, But do it lightly\nCuz that excites me, The lady bite\nAnd if you lick me right, I'll do it all night\nOnly got f**ed by a drug dealer\nNever felt the real pa**ion of a thug n***a\nThough I like the way you scream when you lovin' me\nI'm goin' deep, It's the thug in me, So whatcha sayin' girl?\nThug n***a like me\nNeed a thug lady like you\nI got alotta thug in me (In me)\nThat I wanna put in you (Put in you)\nThug n***a like me\nNeed a thug lady like you\nI got alotta thug in me\nThat I wanna give to you, girl\nMoan baby when we bone, It's on\nIt's so strong n***as in the next room will come\nI got your head swingin'\nTongue kissing, As I hit it from the back\nWith the bed ringin'\nGive me space, As I lick your face, Stick the place\nSychronized so I grind, When they kick the ba**\nLove f**in' in the mornin', I get you wet, bust a sweat\nThen I'm gone, Left you on your own, girl\nTell me what you feel like, Blindfolded I'm cold do it real\nNice \n\n\n\nThat's if it feel right, Maybe it's the thug in me\nI pull your hair, While we f**in' in the chair\nWhen you lovin me, Up against the wall\nYou can have it all, Just try\nBet my kiss, Can get you high\nDon't pa** by, Grab me by my nuts\nWhen I'm lovin' you\nNow open up and let me put the thug in you\nThug n***a like me\nNeed a thug lady like you\nI got alotta thug in me (In me)\nThat I wanna put in you (Put in you)\nThug n***a like me\nNeed a thug lady like you\nI got alotta thug in me\nThat I wanna give to you, girl\nSay baby what's your phone number\nBe warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder\nI make the room rumble, In and out, long stroaks\nHold your breath now, Close your eyes\nDeep throat, Did you like it?\nOoooh i'm excited\nCause there's a party in my bedroom, You're invited\nC'mon now, let me see you shake your rump\nTell me, How long will it take to cum\nHavin' fun, Do it one on one\nAnd we can all get involved\nFirst ya'll do me, then i'll f** ya'll\nWill you call me the next day\nTo get s**ed by a n***a in the best way\nYah baby that's the price to pay, Only play in the fast lane\nWhen you a hustla, Muthaf**in' cash game\nI got you going wild cause i'm lovin you\nDrugged out with this muthaf**in' thug in you\n(2x)\nThug n***a like me\nNeed a thug lady like you\nI got alotta thug in me (In me)\nThat I wanna put in you (Put in you)\nThug n***a like me\nNeed a thug lady like you\nI got alotta thug in me\nThat I wanna give to you, girl",
    "2pac - Murder My Foes lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nMy seductive introduction be specific, still elusive\nBut exclusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm still lifted\nn***as can't get with Mr. Wicked\nPicture me flipping my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly\nn***as are swinging wild, but they styles miss me\nYou can bring that b**h but you whole click'll still get treated sh**ty\nBusiness never personal I'm up before the sun come up on thai\nJust a ghetto star, a dropped up double-R is what I'm riding\nn***a, if you was half the man your b**h was, bring you artillery\nWhen you come for me, cause we sick thugs\nNo hesitation when I pull and blast, cause Syke was busting\nPlus, bow had 'em ducking, screaming, \"Get they cash!\"\nSo now I got the law on me, my phone's tapped\nSo I had to send word through my little homies\nTell them n***as this the year when they pull the trigger\nsh**, this is what you get, for f**ing, with the wrong n***a\nThis is what you get, when you f**ing with the wrong n***a\nHehehehe, yeah n***a, peep it\n[Verse 2]\nBefore I lay me down to sleep I, pray and thank the Lord\nFor giving me another fruitful, day\nI wanna be a peaceful man but still when n***as come for me\nAll I can see is getting 'em, k**ed\nFor real it's how I feel, reflect my thoughts, flowing on these reels\nMake my enemies deal with my steel, they caps peeled\nWe still cool but you played yourself\nGive him the mac and make him spray hisself, hey \n\n\n\nFalling legends clutching chrome three-five-seven\nPuttin two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven\nWhy call in shots nobody really as clear as me\nAin't trying to help the feds get a case for conspiracy\nMurder my foes get disposed of\nWe all homies to the d**h, so my true n***as show me love\nGod forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure\nBut why they f**ing with the wrong n***a, you know?\nIt's like..\nWhy you f**ing with the wrong n***a..\n[Verse 3]\nI was raised by thugs, schooled by k**ers\nLearned my mathematics sk**s from real drug dealers\nTried to rise but they tried me\nI guess they all had to die cause we tried peace\nI die in these streets, blast 'til they recognize\nStill do or die, all my n***as gettin high watching time fly\nBest strategize on the way to profit\nBest organize how you ride so they can't stop it\nThen keep it poppin lot of busters wanna see me fall\nI f**ed your b**h and now this new sh** gonna' fade 'em all\nMy n***as ball made a call for some backup\nFor little' homies and my dogs in the black truck\nBuck buck was the sound as they gats burst\nNo need for ambulance, baby bring the black hearse\nShould've never f**ed around buster, how you figure?\nMa kin moves on the wrong n***a, is what it sounds like\nDing ding ding.. when you f** with the wrong n***a..\nn***as gettin hit, when they f**, with the wrong n***a..\nf**ing with the wrong n***a..",
    "2pac - Music lyrics": "LM",
    "2pac - My Block lyrics": "They got a n***a shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears\nCause sh** was hectic for me last year\nIt appears that I've been marked for d**h\nMy heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest\nMy life is stressed, and no rest forever weary\nMy eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the\ncemetery\nsh** is scary, how black on black crime legendary\nBut at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried\nTeardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic\nAnd certain d**h for us ghetto ba*tards\nWhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire\nLife in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die\nBut don't cry through your despair\nI wonder if the Lord still cares, for us n***az on welfare\nAnd who cares if we survive\nThe only time they notice a n***a is when he clutchin on a four-five\nMy neighborhood ain't the same\nCause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game\nAnd I swear it's like a trap\nBut I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back\nHoes show me love, n***az give me props\nForever hop cause it don't stop... on my block\nNow sh**'s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots\nCan't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops\nBlack male slippin in hail when will we prevail\nFearin jail but crack sales got me livin well\nAnd the system's sucidal with this Thug's Life\nStayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life\nGod help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job\nSo I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard\nCan't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt\nPut in work and shed tears for my dead peers\nMislead from childhood where I went astray\nTill this day I still pray for a better way\nCan't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke\nFrom the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark\nCouldn't quit the bullsh** make me represent \n\n\n\nHit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went\nIn my heart, I felt alone out here on my own\nI close my eyes and picture home... on my block\nAnd I can't help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die\nCaught strays from AK's and the driveby\nSwollen pride and homicide, don't coincide\nBrothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside\nCause our block is filled with danger\nUsed to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers\nTime changes us to stone them crack pipes\nAll up and down the block exterminatin black life\nBut I can't blame the dealers\nMy mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels\nsh**'s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy\nA single mother with a problem child, daddy free\nHangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor\nGamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her\nIt's a man's world, stayin strapped\nFantasies of a n***a livin phat, but held back\nPipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless\nWide eyed and losin focus... on my block\nAnd block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight\nA young n***a learned to break nine\nUsed to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen\nI send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind\nI see the same motherf**ers ballin\nAlcohol will make a lazy n***a slip and fall, miss his call\nI know the young n***az understand this\nGrowing up in this world where everything is scandalous\nI reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes\nTryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime\nCan't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game\nGold chains, some extra change, and the street fame\nAnd what's strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all\nknow me\nAnd lots of cash make a n***a change\nI hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain\nFor all the n***az that I lost to the game... from my block",
    "2pac - My Block (remix) lyrics": "[2Pac]\nDamn, take a ride, to my block\nMy block, that's right! Heh\nF'real on my motherf**in block\n[Verse One]\nThey got a n***a\nSheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears\nCause sh** was hectic for me last year\nIt appears that I've been marked for d**h, my heartless breath\nThe underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed\nAnd no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary\nfor all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery\nsh** is scary, how black on black crime legendary\nBut at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried\nTeardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic\nAnd certain d**h for us ghetto ba*tards\nWhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire\nLife in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die\nBut don't cry through your despair\nI wonder if the Lord still cares, for us n***az on welfare\nAnd who cares if we survive\nThe only time they notice a n***a is when he's clutchin on a four-five\nMy neighborhood ain't the same\nCause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game\nAnd I swear it's like a trap\nBut I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back\nHoes show me love, n***az give me props\nForever hop cause it don't stop... on my block\n[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes]\nLivin life is but a dream\nHard times is all we see (on my block)\nEvery block is kinda mean\nBut on our block we still prayyyyyy\nBut on our block we still prayyyyyy...\n[Verse Two]\nNow sh**'s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots\nCan't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops\nBlack male slippin in hail when will we prevail\nFearin jail but crack sales got me livin well\nAnd the system's sucidal with this Thug's Life\nStayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life\nGod help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job\nSo I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard\nCan't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt\nPut in work and shed tears for my dead peers\nMislead from childhood where I went astray\nTill this day I still pray for a better way\nCan't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke\nFrom the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark\nCouldn't quit the bullsh** make me represent\nHit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went\nIn my heart, I felt alone out here on my own\nI close my eyes and picture home... on my block\n[Chorus w/ minor variations]\n[Verse Three]\nAnd I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die \n\n\n\nCaught strays from AK's and the driveby\nSwollen pride and homicide, don't coincide\nBrothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside\nCause our block is filled with danger\nUsed to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers\nTime changes us to stone them crack pipes\nAll up and down the block exterminatin black life\nBut I can't blame the dealers\nMy mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels\nsh**'s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy\nA single mother with a problem child, daddy free\nHangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor\nGamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her\nIt's a man's world, stayin strapped\nFantasies of a n***a livin phat, but held back\nPipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless\nWide eyed and losin focus... on my block\n[Chorus w/ minor variations]\n[Verse Four]\nAnd block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight\nA young n***a learned to break night\nUsed to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen\nI send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind\nI see the same motherf**ers ballin\nAlcohol will make a lazy n***a slip and fall, miss his call\nI know the young n***az understand this\nGrowing up in this world where everything is scandalous\nI reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes\nTryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime\nCan't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game\nGold chains, some extra change, and the street fame\nAnd what's strange is everybod knows my name, swear they all know me\nAnd lots of cash make a n***a change\nI hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain\nFor all the n***az that I lost to the game... from my block\n[Chorus w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over]\n[2Pac - speaking over Chorus]\nRest in peace to all the muh'f**ers who pa**ed away\nFrom all the blocks that I'm from\nOne-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?\n183rd and Walt, my block, that's right\n122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right\nDecatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right\nIn the jungle of Marin City, that's my block, that's right\nLos Angeles, haha, that's my block too\nOakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure\nAnd all the other blocks around this motherf**er\nHouston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago\nAll y'all n***az stay kickin up dust\nRepresent the motherf**in block\n",
    "2pac - My Burnin' Heart lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nI lay awake tonight, because I wanna be with you\nIf you were beside me, I'd playfully kiss you\nEach time I see ya, the feelin gets stronger\nYou sit a bit closer, we stare a lot longer\nHuh - reach for my drink and for a second we touch\nWords are muttered I stutter, cause I want you that much\nThe situation is a no-win, cause he's my best friend\nBut now I'm guilty, of fallin for his girlfriend\nI know it's wrong but my heart is filled with purity\nI offer pa**ion but he offers security\nIts like a trap that I'm sinkin into\nI wake up sweaty when I'm sleepin cause I'm thinkin of you\nThen we make eye contact, and I can't hold back\nI try to shake it but the feelin comes right back\nWhat have I gotten into, I feel posessed by you\nI have these thoughts at night, of undressin you\nIts kinda obvious blind men might see it\nBut he doesn't, so he keeps on trustin me\nLeaves me alone wit you, while he's on vacation\nWell how could he leave me, with this temptation?\nNow I'm confused, cause I'm no Casanova\nBut you keep callin - you're sayin to come over\nWhat do I do? Go or stay and play it smart\nIts gettin rougher cause I suffer from a burnin heart..\nMy burnin heart..\n[Verse 2]\nGirl, you are my one and only\nYou are my angel, and now ya wanna leave me lonely\nWhat did I do? Baby did I treat you bad?\nMy heart is broken, and now ya make me sad\nI remember, when this love affair first started\nWe was so in love, and now we are departed\nGirl, I'll buy ya anything ya heart desires\nI have to let ya know, baby you're my fire\nWarm and wet, each kiss is prolonged\nIt's your sweet caress that makes Rock T strong\nJust bein with you, and seein the two of us\nwalkin along the beach, cause girl you are my peach\nSo sweet and tender, my love I surrender\nNo need to pretend, that you'll want it to end\nI'll never let you go, you're forever my girl\nYa know why? Cause girl, you are my world\nMy burnin' heart..\n[Verse 3]\nTotally tounge tied, every three seconds I keep watchin you\nHe's my best friend, but I can't help clockin you\nHow could this be? How could we both love you\nNow I'm trapped in this position and don't know what to do\nI could forget about you, pretend that we never met\nBut when I'm here without you, I start to heavily sweat\nYou give me looks that reinforce the bond that's already there\nSo many times I find eyes locked up and just pa**ionately stare\nPlay the role like you don't matter, he swears that we hate each other\nBut in reality we can't wait to taste each other\nYou're my addiction casue I fiend for your desperately\nI stand here fantasizin, because you're next to me\nWhat can I do, with this pa**ion I feel\nIt's too hard to conceal, so I know it's for real\n\n\n\nWatched you so many times, I know where every curve is\nI think you reads my mind, and so I'm feelin nervous\nI wana tell you how I feel, but that wouldn't help\nIt would only cause problems so I keep to myself\nEven though, it drives me crazy, to see you sittin with him\nA tear rolls down my cheek, because I see you kiss him\nI know the words you're sayin before they can be said\nHear the thoughts that you thinkin before they come in your head\nWouldn't hurt the brother, for anything in this world\nBut damn I fell in love with his girl - my burnin heart, heart, heart..\n[Verse 4]\nMy heart is burnin, ya know it's yearin, for ya sweet caress\nI lay in ecstacy, as you kiss and rub my chest\nYou know ya love me, why must you deny yourself\nwhat I can offer you, yet you want somebody else?\nIt's not that - well then girl, what could it be?\nI hope I'm good for you, cause baby you're so good for me\nMany nights I cried and tried to make this work\nThen act the fool and cool and cruel like the church\nWell I'm sorry baby, I have to let you know\nYou are my life my strength I refuse to let you go\nYou are so beautiful, baby you light up my life\nI close my eyes and dream of that you'll become my wife\nDay in and day out, it's you I pray about\nDon't lock the door to your heart and make me stay out\nI love you cause honey, you're like a work of art\nYou got me on fire - my burnin heart..\n[Verse 5]\nI lay awake tonight, because I wanna be with you\nIf you were beside me, I'd playfully kiss you\nEach time I see ya, the feelin gets stronger\nYou sit a bit closer, we stare a lot longer\nHuh - reach for my drink and for a second we touch\nWords are muttered I stutter, cause I want you that much\nThe situation is a no-win, cause he's my best friend\nBut now I'm guilty, of fallin for his girlfriend\nI know it's wrong but my heart is filled with purity\nI offer pa**ion but he offers security\nIts like a trap that I'm sinkin into\nI wake up sweaty when I'm sleepin cause I'm thinkin of you\nThen we make eye contact, and I can't hold back\nI try to shake it but the feelin comes right back\nWhat have I gotten into, I feel posessed by you\nI have these thoughts at night, of undressin you\nIts kinda obvious blind men might see it\nBut he doesn't, so he keeps on trustin me\nLeaves me alone wit you, while he's on vacation\nWell how could he leave me, with this temptation?\nNow I'm confused, cause I'm no Casanova\nBut you keep callin - you're sayin to come over\nWhat do I do? Go or stay and play it smart\nIts gettin rougher cause I suffer from a burnin heart..\nMy burnin heart..\nMy burnin heart.. my burnin heart.. my burnin heart..\n",
    "2pac - My Closest Roaddogz lyrics": "Me and my closest road dogz\nTo my dog named musolini, big syke, thug life baby\nThe return of the mashers, you know how we do it\nHahaha!\n[2pac]\nsh** half the times we flaunt cause trouble\nMy closest road dog it was cool cause i love you\nf** what they talkin bout\nLet me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine\nIntroduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind\nLittle nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild\nNo smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases\nIndeed, it was misery\nDriven by my own demons, cause they was k**in me\nHow can i be sure i'll be saved soon?\nCatch me dip into the light, of a stray moon\nIt's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right\nf** yo' enemies, n***a grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night\nMurder murder mr. lucifer\nPictures of the devil duck when he shoot at cha, it's all political\nRunnin from the future, escapin in the fog\nLive yo' life like a hog n***a, me and my closest road dogz\n[chorus: sung]\nEvery ghetto street got a crosswalk\nLet me get to the other side with my road dogz\nAll roam in the scary place called home\nTake a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz\nEvery ghetto street got a stop sign\nCan i trust in you my road dogz on mine?\nEven when i'm goin through hard times\nI still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine\n[2pac]\nHaha.. bring artillery and roll with a n***a\nThey could never take the soul of a m.o.b. soldier n***a\nCowards get rolled up, mob on 'em makaveli\nBoy youse a boss player, that's what all the b**hes tell me\n\n\n\nEven if i died now\nI live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now?\nFooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it\nEvil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger\nPrepare n***a be aware, cause we ain't scared\nM.o.b., 'til i die, when we ride n***az disappear\nFill 'em up with pistol smoke\nNever forget to blow a hole in his head\nFor leakin information to the feds\nThe burnin bed was the tellin sign\nTwo hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die\nWhy the f** they f** around, we left 'em in the fog\nBleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz\n[chorus]\n[2pac]\nf** they feelings, that's what they get for squealin\nThat's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin\nSee me in physical form, my n***az swarm\nTake the figure of a circle beatin jealous n***az 'til they purple\nSimon says take they heads homies\nAnd send them phony motherf**ers to dwell with all they dead homies\nFishin for fake n***az, observe and shake n***az\nThe only way to see six figures, is break n***az\nMe and musolini set to ride we high\nBig bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way\nLabelled a capo in the mob as big as the globe\nTo live and die as a millionaire, on ..\nSet to explode, my m.o., is k** them hoes\nMy pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes\nGet murdered and disposed of, we in the fog\nMakaveli the don, and my closest road dogz\n[chorus] - 2x\n",
    "2pac - My Closest Roaddogz (OG) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nMe and my closest Road Dawg (To my n***a Big Mussolini)\nYou know whats up (Big Syke)\nWest side (Thug Life baby)\nOutlaw (the return of the mashes)\nYou know how we do it\nHaHaHaHa\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nsh** half the times we fought and caused trouble\nMy closest road dog it was cool cause I love you\nf** what they talkin' bout\nLet me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine\nIntroduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind\nLittle nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild\nNo smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin' cases\nIndeed, it was misery\nDriven by my own demons, cause they was k**in' me\nHow can I be sure I'll be saved soon?\nCatch me dip into the light, of a stray moon\nIt's gettin' deeper now, let me get yo' mind right\nf** yo' enemies, n***a grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night\nMurder murder Mr. Lucifer\nPictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political\nRunnin' from the future, escapin' in the fog\nLive yo' life like a hog n***a, me and my closest roaddogz\n[2pac interlude: 2 overlaid tracks]\n[track 1]\nAll my enemies scatter\nIt don't matter\nThey can't see me\nThese n***as wanna see me dead\nBullets in my head...\nThey can't see (!) my closest road dogz!\nJust me and my closest road dogz\nYou know how we mash these motherf**ers\nThey can feel it!\nTo the realest motherf**ers: you know me, Big Syke\n[track 2]\nMe and my closest road dog!\nMussolini, Makaveli, true to the belly, f** em all!\nMe and my closest roaddogz\nUntouchable motherf**in' worldwide mob figures\nd**h Row, westside, when we ride our enemies die\nU know what time is\nMussolini!\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nHold my Glock\nMy mind's in jeopardy, my thoughts in pa**\nI know I'll die soon, so there's no need to ask\nHow will my homeboys remember me\nBury me a G, casket full of Hennessy\nWe Thug Life n***as\nWatch for the second comin'\nCause I can see the sun\nAutomatic gunfire makin' all them n***as run \n\n\n\nRun from the future, escapin' from the fog\nLivin' life like a hog n***a, me and my closest roaddog\n[Verse 3: Mussolini]\nFuses in dark\nSince little locs in the park\nWe kept it tight\nSearchin' for light\nBut none in sight\nI know God see a n***a in this turmoil suspense\nTrapped in this gutter residence\nI convinced\nWe commence to mash, get the cash is all we wanted\nWith the desire expired, cause every hood is haunted\nBy k**ers and jackers, tryin' to make it as a street hog\nBustin' out a coupe in the smog, just me and my road dog\nn***a just me and my road dog\nMakaveli just me and my road dog (road dog, n***a)\nJust me and my road dog\nJust me and my road dog\n[Verse 4: Mussolini]\nEverything we did as kids was for the turf\nTryin' to make it work, and my women is gettin' her feelings hurt\nSee that's my road dog, and you my road pup baby\nNot likin' him and sweatin' me is makin' sh** crazy\nHazy days with penitentiary ways, don't make me choose\nMilitary days escalates, so you know you lose\nI'm crews and do chaos, drivin' through county\nDisappear off the earth, only my road dog could find me\nAlways on the side of me, and danger parleyin' on better days\nTook off the hope to stay down forever to our dyin' dayz\nI pray to y'all way every night to leave this white across\nWhoever go first, don't let the other get lost\nPlaya Boss, is what we call ourselves soon as we got to chase our wealth\nNow we sound like n***as with a bigger arsenal on our shelf\nTrain this group of G's, d**h Before Dishonor\nShakin' fleas, f** with these you a goner\nMy age partner, on my side do we ride\nWe synchronize information, makin' hits, pullin' licks\nBuildin' our reputation\nIn the hood, from a tiny to a G hog\nNothing comes close n***a, then me and my road dog\nJust me and road dog livin on the mutherf**in' edge\nJust me and road dog\nn***a, just me and my road dog\nJust me and my road dog",
    "2pac - My Dearest One!! lyrics": "There R no words 2 express\nhow much I truly care\nSo many times I fantasize of\nfeelings we can share\nMy heart has never known\nthe Joy u bring 2 me\nAs if GOD knew what I wanted\nand made u a reality\nI'd die 2 hold u or 2 kiss u\nor merely to see your face \n\n\n\nmy stomach quivers my body shivers\nand my heart increases pace\n2 give me $ or lots of gold\nwould not be the same 2 me\nI prayed and watched the distant stars\nand finally u came 2 me!\nFaithfully Yours,\nTupac Amaru Shakur",
    "2pac - My Destiny lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nI appreciate that... I went to jail and\nThey made me number one..\nI appreciate them stickin' up\nFor me when everyone was kickin\nMe when I was down... That's love and\nI'll never trade that..so for the Bay\nAnd Philly and all those areas and all those\nGhettos and towns..I love y'all..\nDon't let this east coast west coast thing get to you...\n[Verse 1: The Game]\nSometimes I try to do good but I just can't be\nIt's hard to get myself to do things that ain't me\nAnd y'all should thank me\nBut my haters busy trying to send me home early\nBut you can't New Orlean Saint me\nI ain't a saint B, I ain't a god God\nI ain't a angel neither but I try hard y'all\nI'm lighting up for all my soldiers at war\nAs I sit back and watch\nThe ashes on my cigar fall\nThey say d**h comes in threes\nWho's next in line?\nAnd I just lost a best friend for the second time\nNow I'm on a quest to find peace\nStill gotta carry my piece and\n\"Soo Woo!\" when it's reppin' time\nY'all don't understand.. I'm misunderstood\nGive Interscope two more albums\nThen I'm done for good\nSold 10 million records, ain't leave the hood\nIt's a cold world, everybody need a hood\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nI spend my time in this cell, ain't living well\nI know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail?\nMy life is in denial and when I die\nBaptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears\nI spend my time in this cell, ain't living well\nI know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail?\nMy life is in denial and when I die\nBaptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears \n\n\n\n[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]\nAfter realizing, to master enterprising\nI ain't have to be in school by ten, I then\nBegan to encounter with my counterparts\nOn how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections\nDrugs by the selections\nSome use pipes, others use injections\nSyringe sold separately Frank the Deputy\nQuick to grab my Smith & Wesson like my dick was missing\nTo protect my position, my corner, my lair\nWhile we out here, say the Hustlers Prayer\nIf the game shakes me or breaks me\nI hope it makes me a better man\nTake a better stand\nPut money in my mom's hand\nGet my daughter this college grant so she don't need no man\nStay far from timid\nOnly make moves when your heart's in it\nAnd live the phrase sky's the limit\nMotherf**ers\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nI spend my time in this cell, ain't living well\nI know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail?\nMy life is in denial and when I die\nBaptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears\nI spend my time in this cell, ain't living well\nI know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail?\nMy life is in denial and when I die\nBaptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears\nI spend my time in this cell, ain't living well\nI know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail?\nMy life is in denial and when I die\nBaptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears\nI spend my time in this cell, ain't living well\nI know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail?\nMy life is in denial and when I die\nBaptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears",
    "2pac - My First Song ( Need Opinions) lyrics": "Verse 1]:",
    "2pac - My Homeboys (Back To Back) lyrics": "[Intro; Kurupt]\nYou know what I'm saying?\nThere's a lot of things going on\nYou know, you've got to stay strong, you've got to be right!\nKeep your mind right, you know what I'm saying Eastwood?\nDon't play too many games, you know it's like a generation gap\nThere's a lot of things going on, you've got to keep your head right\nThat's what Pac used to tell us, you've got to think towards the future\nThat's what Pac used to tell us,You know what I mean Eastwood?\nIf Pac was here you know what he'd say?\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nI ain't sh** without my own home-boys\nRather be buried, than see us parted\nKeep it close to my heart, because we're the ones that got this sh** started!\nYou recollect we used to bust on snitches\nNobody comes before my n******gs, f** all you b**hes!\nAll my homeboys are self-sufficient\nSo be suspicious of your scandalous tricks\nGot the police taking our pictures!\nLove to hang out on the corner, but we known to ride\nMe and my motherf**ing homeboys down to die\nFor each other, because we're closer than brothers\nIt's like you came in, not forgetting the party popping\nWhen my squad walks in\nThrow up your hands baby, buy me a drink, stop acting phony\nDon't forget to bring something for all my homies\nTo know me is to love a thug n***a to the fullest, ducking bullets\nSnatching guns when these trick n******gs pull it\nHandle my business like a professional, the whole world knows me\nBut I ain't sh** without my homies\nMe and my f**ing homies\n[Chorus: Kurupt, Eastwood]\nBack to back, together forever we're staying\nAnd if you're there for your homies, let me see your hands!\nTwo steps with me, left to right\nMe and my homies keep it popping all night!\nBack to back, together forever we're staying\nAnd if you're there for your homies, let me see your hands!\nTwo steps with me, left to right\nMe and my homies keep it popping all night!\n[Verse 2: Eastwood]\nWell, I [?] when I bang with the row \n\n\n\nTo the [?] rolling the Gestapo!\nI'm a self made rider, a mini\nCatch us hanging at your local club, plugged out, guzzling [?]\nI'm the reason why your keys don't work\nMost of you are cowards and, when it comes to hammers, you can't work the jerk!\nI'm in the front line with the homies, and I ain't gonna' lie, it keeps it real!\nI'm pushing big body Benz on them big boy rims!\nWe're fifty deep, and SUV's full of ammo\nWe're d**h from[?], call us the Rogue Sopranos!\nWe keep it packing\nWhat's happening?\nWe've got them chrome toys\nMe and my homies got a force that you can't ignore!\nSlip me the 9, I'm ready to ride for my homeboys\nWe're d**h Row, let's do or die, with my homeboys!\n[?] until my soul is free\nI'ma smash for the homies, hope they smash for me!\n[Verse 3: Kurupt]\nYeah finally, a record with Pac, and a real one!\nThat he really rolled with, from here to the Brazilians\nI'll leave you soaking wet\nI have a [?] on my homicidal turret\nThe line gets pushed 'till [?]\nOr fall, lose your life, sight and all your breath!\nTo all you busters all across the globe\nKick back and let the real ones roll!\nI've got a military mind frame, I've got a military artillery mind frame\nI'm about to show you how real hood ride, man!\nSwitch it in and out, go for the second lane\nMe and my homeboys do so many different things\nSome of them pimp, and some gang bang\nWe keep it chill, no matter what, I thought you knew about us!\nMe and all the homies, y'all can't live without us!\n[Chorus: Kurupt, Eastwood]\n[Verse 4:Kurupt]\nFrom the real hood, to the streets, Pac, Gotti and Eastwood, let's just rack it all up\nLet's see who's the best, come to my [?]\nRide all busters, and accept nothing else\nAnd smother all y'all, like as if Pac never left!\nI can see you in disguise,when I look in your eyes\nIf Pac were alive, half of y'all would be dead!\n[Chorus: Kurupt, Eastwood]",
    "2pac - My Own Style / Our Own Style lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac & Greg Nice]\nOld jealous a** motherf**ers\nYo 'Pac, baby what's up?\n(They'd love to see me in my motherf**in' casket)\nWhat's up my n***a? Greg motherf**in' Nice\n(It ain't happenin')\nThat new?, yeah\n(That's one of them new Ben Franklin's\nYou're countin' there baby 'Pac?)\nWe gotta get our cash man, to do it\n(We gotta get that money, homeboy)\nWe got the West side and the East side\nOh man, this is how we do it\nEast West, west east to south, that's how do it\nThey can feel it, We're the f**in' realest, let's do it\n(Ahhhh)\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\nHow we; Our own styles\nHow we; Our own styles\nHow we; Our own styles\nOur own styles\nHow we; Our own styles\nHow we; Our own styles\nHow we; Our own styles\nOur own styles\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nDon't you love it? 2Pac free sh**, that reach the public\nStill I, believe my speech so deep that all my real n***as dub it\nAss naked rhymes in these cash makin' times\nGot me losin' my mind inside the lines of these wicked rhymes\nLabel me a ghetto star, comin' up quick\nsh**!, f** what you heard, we be runnin' this sh**\nIt's plain to see, my whole damn clique shine bright\nAlways knew the real n***as would end the sh** when the time is right\nNow East to West is irrelevant, we're doin' it worldwide\nHa ha, similar to b**hes, like girls they hide\nThey die slow, when I ride low, bumpin' this beat\nI bury, all b**h made n***as, comin' for me\nI rock them to sleep, then evade the cops\nI'll never go alive, 45 Blazin' shots\nStill gettin' mine, livin' blind, search for salvation\nStill got my guns, but I visualize One Nation\nMy work is done when my n***as get their cash in stacks\nGet your a** on the cash chase, mash in packs\nForever ballin', the alcohol callin' me\nAnd I still, bust on them all till they crawl to me\nTo all my Hip Hop junkies and my n***as in jail\nWhen this song (HUH!) play give them Hell, my thug nation\n[Hook: Greg Nice]\nHUH! HUH!\nPeep out how we freak our own styles\nPeep out how we freak our own styles\nPeep out how we freak our own styles\nPeep out how we freak our own styles\nPeep out how we (HUH!) freak our own styles (HUH!)\nPeep out how we freak our own styles\nPeep out how we (Yeah) freak our own styles\nPeep out how we freak our own styles\n[Verse 2: E.D.I. Amin]\nEnter; make yourself welcome! cause E.D.I. is hostin'\nRollin' with n***as on the mash, coast to coastin'\nWe don't be boastin', no high postin' is allowed\nMakaveli hit us a lick and we set to make it for 20 years\nBut it's all gravy, baby who does this daily?\nIt ain't amazin', real n***as trail blazin'\nMan, stays in constant flow cause we gots to get it y'all\nAlways had a pa**ion for cash so now it's gettin' critical\nDigital, display relays that on this day \n\n\n\nThe East Coast/West Coast war is now history\nFeel me? then picture me rollin' with n***as from Hoboken to Oakland\nPuttin' it down more potent than that sh** you're smokin'\nOne Nation!\n[Verse 3: Young Noble]\nYoung Noble, I'm calm and casual\nBomb like the Arabs do, the end be tragical\nTelevised, I'm nasty new, the revolution comin'\nWhat you gonna be shootin' or runnin'?\nMy crew was trained for gunnin', soldier state your name and number\nWe're racin' Hummers, tryin' to catch the sunset\nWe lace state runners, a handful of d**h threats\nSo what's next? A war plan and a strategy\nBattle me to the d**h, there's none left to hell with casualties\nWe made n***as under trainin', trained triggers for the aimin'\nJersey claimin'; ain't a damn thing changin', One Nation!\n[Hook: Greg Nice]\nPeep out how we freak our own styles (styles)\nPeep out how we freak our own styles (styles)\nPeep out how we freak our own styles (styles)\nPeep out how we freak our own styles (styles)\nPeep out how we freak our own styles (styles)\nPeep out how we freak our own styles (styles)\nPeep out how we freak our own styles\nPeep out how we freak our own styles (OoohhaaaahhhHH)\nSaid what? - said what?\n[Verse 4: Greg Nice]\nI been rockin' mics since Sergio Valenti\nDown for my people just like Kunta Kinte\nGot more Boricua mommies than Tito Puente\nMy man 2Pac picked me up in the Bentley\nYou come from the East, come to speak peace\nCome from the West, bring the Buddha bless\nCome from the East, come to speak peace\nCome from the West, bring the Buddha bless\nIt ain't no motherf**in' hair off my chest\nTime is hard, I rock a bullet proof vest\nMet so many yes men, so many yes\nThey try to gas my head like Hess\nThe heavenly father put me to the test\nDivide and conquer what I do best\nAin't nothin' to it but alleviate stress\n[Hook: Greg Nice]\nPeep out how we freak our own styles (styles)\nPeep out how we freak our own styles (styles)\nPeep out how we freak our own styles (styles)\nPeep out how we freak our own styles (styles)\nPeep out how we freak our own styles (styles)\n[Outro: 2Pac & Greg Nice]\nHa ha ha ha sh**, was it ever a war?\n(Oh! man yo 'Pac, this is all lovely baby)\nOnly in your minds (Yeah n***a)\nToday we sign the treaty EAST SIDE / WEST SIDE\nAll the real n***as ride, to pay these motherf**ers (WE RIDE ni**a), (World Wide)\nNobody tryin' to be clashin' and sh**\nMotherf**ers tryin' to get their cash\nThat's why we mash in this b**h (Greg Nice, 2Pac and Tha Outlawz)\nSo I'ma just ride out on this motherf**er\nLet my Oakland peeps let you b**h made n***as know how we roll\n(Baby Jesus and them Allstars, you know how we doin' it (b*atch!!)",
    "2pac - N.i.g.g.a (never Ignorant About Getting lyrics": "[Intro] (2Pac)\nn***as! (Yeah!) (Uh)\nn***as!\n[Verse: 2Pac]\nWho's afraid of the punk police?\nn***as run the streets, no justice no peace\nf** the law, rather draw than do time\nDon't f** with mine, cross the line, my two nines\ngo baya baya when I shoot 'em\nKorean mothaf**ers was crooked, so n***as had to burn and loot 'em\nNow the streets ain't safe at night\nMy n***as! Straight take his life\nSo don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em\nEmpty the clip, then dip cuz we did 'em\nLickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper\nLove for my n***as but a glock for the coppers\nSo what the f** you wanna do now\nI packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now\nAnd even if they pull their triggers\nThey can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true n***as\n[Chorus] (2Pac)\nn***as! (Yeah n***as, you can't f** with us)\nn***as! (Cuz bein' a n***a means you love n***as)\nn***as!\ney yo!\n(steele)\nMy dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks\nn***as is like photographers, all they take is head shots\nYour last words'll be, \"damn what's all these red dots?\"\n\n\n\nn***as nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy\nAs long as you usin' them thouroughly, muah til the day that they bury me\nMy n***as is stronger and tighter now than they probably will ever be\nAnd i'm a product of the '70's\nThe hood got n***as on punishment, that's why they never leave\nIf I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you\nIf no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you\nI know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you\nCuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and you\nknow what the lama do,shady,aftermath were ruff dogs on balto's\nAnd of course\nAmaru\nLotta people honor you, probably cuz of the way you used to bring the drama to\nwhoever you wanted to, you a leader when you can get a leader to follow you\ndo\n[Chorus] (2Pac)\nn***as! (Yeah n***as, you can't f** with us)\nn***as! (Yeah n***as, cuz bein' a n***a means you love n***as)\nn***as!\nn***as! (n***a!, you can't f** with us)\n*Fades out*\n",
    "2pac - N.I.G.G.A. lyrics": "[Intro] (2Pac)\nn***as! (Yeah!) (Uh)\nn***as!\n[Verse: 2Pac]\nWho's afraid of the punk police?\nn***as run the streets, no justice no peace\nf** the law, rather draw than do time\nDon't f** with mine, cross the line, my two nines\nGo baya baya when I shoot 'em\nKorean mothaf**ers was crooked\nSo n***as had to burn and loot 'em\nNow the streets ain't safe at night\nMy n***as! Straight take his life\nSo don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em\nEmpty the clip, then dip cuz we did 'em\nLickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper\nLove for my n***as but a Glock for the coppers\nSo what the f** you wanna do now\nI packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now\nAnd even if they pull their triggers\nThey can shoot one man\nBut nothings gonna stop the plan of true n***as\n[Chorus (2Pac)]\nn***as! (Yeah n***as, you can't f** with us)\nn***as! (Cuz bein' a n***a means you love n***as)\nn***as!\n(Jada!, ey yo)\n[Verse: Jadakiss]\nMy dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks\nn***as is like photographers, all they take is head shots\nYour last words'll be, \"damn what's all these red dots?\" \n\n\n\nn***as nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy\nAs long as you usin' them thouroughly\nMuah til the day that they bury me\nMy n***as is stronger and tighter now than they probably will ever be\nAnd i'm a product of the '70's\nThe hood got n***as on punishment, that's why they never leave\nIf I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you\nIf no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you\nI know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you\nCuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and\nYou know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath\nRuff Ryders, D-Block, and of course Amaru\nLotta people honor you\nProbably cuz of the way you used to bring the drama to\nWhoever you wanted to\nYou a leader when you can get a leader to follow you\nBut anyway, life goes on\nSo i'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do\n[Chorus (2Pac)]\nn***as! (Yeah n***as, you can't f** with us)\nn***as! (Yeah n***as, cuz bein' a n***a means you love n***as)\nn***as!\nn***as! (n***a!, you can't f** with us)\n[Fades out]",
    "2pac - N.I.G.G.A. (Berocke Remix) lyrics": "(2Pac, Mouse Man & MopremeTalknig)\nUnderground railroad n***as\n(n***as, n***as, n***as)\n(Mouse Man n***a wa**up baby)\n(Mouse my n***a wa**up?)\n(Oh big 'Pac my special n***a you know wa**up n***a)\nA lot of people want to know\n(What's a n***a?)\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\n(Accompalished)\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\n(Accompalished)\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\n(Accompalished)\n(Verse One: 2Pac)\nDave Duke sure look cute in that black suit (Oooohhh)\nBut even cuter behind the barrel of my six shooter\n(Oh)\nYou look worried cause I ain't burried?\nPunks leave in a hurry cause I throw flurries makin' motherf**as, scurry\nCome feel the flavour from my single\nAnd brain cell's tingle I'm feelin' stonrger than a f**in' mad Dingo and uh\nHow's that for black history?\nI stay strapped, and love to jack those that slang that crack misery\nHa\nCause bein' a n***a mean's you love n***as\nBut how could you love n***as if you tryna drug n***as?\nYou motherf**as need your cap's peeled\nCause when blacks k** blacks we stay trapped and that's, real\nAnd we don't need no more statistic's\n(Why?)\nIt's time to get more realistic for the young the black and the gifted\nAnd un\nUntil my people get uplifted\nTheres no poppin' sh**, just poppin' clip's instead of marchin' we gon' rip\nsh**\nSome say the Government'll watch me\nBut they can't stop me\nI'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse\nHa (Yeah)\nAnd even if they pull they trigger\nThey can shoot one man\nBut nothin' gonna stop the plan of true n***as\n(Chorus)\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\n(Yeah, n***as)\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\n(Can't f** with us, n***as)\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\n(Tell 'em to come the f** on)\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\n(Scared b**h motherf**as)\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\n(Yeah, n***as)\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\n(f** them skinhead a** n***as)}\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\n(n***a f** the police, and the clan, here's what we do to the motherf**in'\nClan)\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\n(Verse Two: Mouse Man)\nYo\nI'm pullin' my gat on s**ers like that\nGive me that white hood\nMy n***as is strapped, wearin' black rollin' phat\nI wish you would\nWith beam's on target can't dodge it don't flinch and inch (n***a)\nNobody move, nobody gets hurt shot up or lynched\nPinched\nMe if I'm dreamin' fed's are schemin' on me\nPlus the Devils got a shevil and it's beamin' on me\nI tried to make the system work for me\nSome say why bother?\nI gotta make it that way, so they don't take it away from me partner\nWhen I was younger ran wild as a kid my neighbour won the lottery \n\n\n\nI planned a robbery I sure did\nI pull out my gat for no reason it's jackin' season leavin' a scene with all\nThe green rackin' more than even\nI'm the quicker n***a uppercut a s**er\nThe Railroad's live on the jack move you better back off smooth\nNothin' can save ya' from the vap's I'm makin' pap's now\nRelocation and I'm stationed in the Oaktown\nAnd you can be a n***a too if you try\nSome look at me strange, shake they head and ask why\nNever Ignorant, Gettin' Goals Accomplished\nn***as be proud and sing this song like a songstress\n(Chorus)\nI don't know why n***as love be called n***as\nI say, I don't wanna be called n***a they call me n***a I shoot yo'\nI try to k** yo' a** up\nIf it was called n***a out here I call 'em a n***a\nBut any other way, I ain't no n***a\nf** what you heard\nBack in the day you could get away with that sh** but uh\nNow I'm tryna, you know what I'm sayin'\n(You ignorant that what it is, you just ignorant)\n(Ignorant motherf**er you ignorant)\n(Verse Three: Mopreme)\nIgnorant not so give a shock to your brain\nI'm doin' thing's most n***as my age can't fade\nBut if you think about it\nMaybe they could growin' up like me\nHeld down in the hood\n'92 n***as bankin' on sh** they can't see\nUh uh\nIn 1967 n***as still wasn't free\nSo when I came here I had to learn the ropes\nPut my pants to the side, slipped on my loc's\nI stepped out into the world that's new to me\nI tried to make myself true, to my history\nBut f** it\nCause I'mma n***a that's makin' much leeway despite the trap's\nAnd the punk b**h\nHe'll say the Underground Railroad's strong as hell\nWith the help of some brother who won't let me fail\nSo we keep on strivin'\nWith the title that was forced\nBut don't trip\nCourage, strength and pride wasn't lost\nSo if they call you one\nPlease don't get offended\nEven thought offence, is what the kid intended\nWe are from a long line of true motherf**as\nSo knuckle up and let 'em know you always throw down for your brothers\nThey your n***as\n(Chorus x8)\nWe dedicate this to the real n***as\n(Real n***as)\nNot n***as like Ice Burg Slim and the Pimp Ass motherf**as\nBut real n***as like Geronimo Pratt, Assata Shakur, Mutulu Shakur\nReal n***as\n(Like Fred Hampton)\nReal n***as\nLike Mark Clarke\nReal n***as\n(Like Malcolm X)\nReal n***as\nLike Harriet Tubman\nReal n***as\nLike Sista Souljah\nReal n***as\nLike The Underground Railroad\n(You know it)\nYeah y'all better watch out for these motherf**as\n(You better knuckle up)\nYeah\nCause we ain't gonna be dressin' and tryna rob you\nWe gonna be buyin' your motherf**in' houses\n(Worth f** that sh** duke)\nYou gonna be sittin' in next to me in First Cla** motherf**a\nA young 20 old, young black entrepreneur\nI'm legit, so you can't tell me sh**",
    "2pac - N.i.g.g.a. (never Ignorant About Getting Goals Accomplished) lyrics": "(feat. Jadakiss)\n[Intro] (2Pac)\nn***as! (Yeah!) (Uh)\nn***as!\n[Verse: 2Pac]\nWho's afraid of the punk police?\nn***as run the streets, no justice no peace\nf** the law, rather draw than do time\nDon't f** with mine, cross the line, my two nines\ngo baya baya when I shoot 'em\nKorean mothaf**ers was crooked, so n***as had to burn and loot 'em\nNow the streets ain't safe at night\nMy n***as! Straight take his life\nSo don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em\nEmpty the clip, then dip cuz we did 'em\nLickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper\nLove for my n***as but a glock for the coppers\nSo what the f** you wanna do now\nI packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now\nAnd even if they pull their triggers\nThey can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true n***as\n[Chorus (2Pac)]\nn***as! (Yeah n***as, you can't f** with us)\nn***as! (Cuz bein' a n***a means you love n***as)\nn***as!\n(Jada!, ey yo)\n[Verse: Jadakiss]\nMy dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks\nn***as is like photographers, all they take is head shots\nYour last words'll be, \"damn what's all these red dots?\" \n\n\n\nn***as nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy\nAs long as you usin' them thouroughly, muah til the day that they bury me\nMy n***as is stronger and tighter now than they probably will ever be\nAnd i'm a product of the '70's\nThe hood got n***as on punishment, that's why they never leave\nIf I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you\nIf no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you\nI know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you\nCuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and\nYou know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders, D-Block, and of course Amaru\nLotta people honor you, probably cuz of the way you used to bring the drama to\nwhoever you wanted to, you a leader when you can get a leader to follow you\nBut anyway, life goes on, so i'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do\n[Chorus (2Pac)]\nn***as! (Yeah n***as, you can't f** with us)\nn***as! (Yeah n***as, cuz bein' a n***a means you love n***as)\nn***as!\nn***as! (n***a!, you can't f** with us)\n[Fades out]",
    "2pac - N.I.G.G.A. (Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished) lyrics": "n***as! (Yeah!) (Uh)\nn***as!\nWho's afraid of the punk police?\nn***as run the streets, no justice no peace\nf** the law, rather draw than do time\nDon't f** with mine, cross the line, my two nines\nGo baya baya when I shoot 'em\nKorean mothaf**ers was crooked, so n***as had to burn and loot 'em\nNow the streets ain't safe at night\nMy n***as! Straight take his life\nSo don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em\nEmpty the clip, then dip 'cause we did 'em\nLickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper\nLove for my n***as but a glock for the coppers\nSo what the f** you want to do now\nI packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now\nAnd even if they pull their triggers\nThey can shoot one man,\nBut nothings gonna stop the plan of true n***as\nn***as! (Yeah n***as, you can't f** with us)\nn***as! ('Cause bein' a n***a means you love n***as)\nn***as! (Jada!, ey yo)\nMy dimes make the fiends go to sleep,\nSo they call 'em bedrocks\nn***as is like photographers, all they take is head shots \n\n\n\nYour last words'll be, \"damn what's all these red dots?\"\nn***as nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy\nAs long as you usin' them thoroughly,\nMuah til the day that they bury me\nMy n***as is stronger and tighter\nNow than they probably will ever be\nAnd I'm a product of the '70's\nThe hood got n***as on punishment,\nThat's why they never leave\nIf I ain't eatin' with you, I'm probably beefin' with you\nIf no money ain't involved ain't\nNo need for me speakin' with you\nI know you got a gun but I'm hopin' you keep it with you\n'cause unfortunately, I'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and\nYou know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders,\nD-Block, and of course Amaru\nLotta people honor you, probably 'cause of the way you used to bring the drama to\nWhoever you wanted to,\nYou a leader when you can get a leader to follow you\nBut anyway, life goes on,\nSo I'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do",
    "2pac - N.i.g.g.a(never Ignorant About Getting Goals Accomplished) - Jadakiss lyrics": "n***as\n(Yeah, uh)\nn***as Who's afraid of the punk police?\nn***as run the streets, no justice, no peace f** the law, rather draw than do time, don't f** with mine\n'Cross the line, my two nines go baya baya when I shoot 'em\nKorean mothaf**ers was crooked so n***as had to burn and loot 'em\nNow the streets ain't safe at night, my n***as, straight take his life So don't sleep when my jeep creep up, how we hit 'em?\nEmpty the clip, then dip 'cuz we did 'em\nLickin' of shots for Latasha, that's proper\nLove for my n***as but a glock for the coppers So what the f** you wanna do now?\nI packed a 9 last year in '99, I'm packin' two now\nAnd even if they pull their triggers\nThey can shoot one man\nBut nothing's gonna stop the plan of true n***as n***as\n(Yeah, n***as, you can't f** with us)\nn***as\n(Yeah, n***as, 'cuz bein' a n***a means you love n***as)\nn***as\n(Jada, ey, yo) My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks\nn***as is like photographers, all they take is headshots\nYour last words'll be, \"Damn, what's all these red dots?\" \n\n\n\nn***as, nowadays they worry me, my bars is therapy As long as you usin' them thoroughly\nMuuah, 'til the day that they bury me\nMy n***as is stronger and tighter now\nThan they probably will ever be\nAnd I'm a product of the '70's The hood got n***as on punishment, that's why they never leave\nIf I ain't eatin' with you, I'm probably beefin' with you\nIf no money ain't involved, ain't no need for me speakin' with you\nI 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\nYou know what the Llama do, Shady Aftermath\nRuff Ryders, D-Block, and of course Amaru\nLotta people honor you, probably 'cuz of the way That you used to bring the drama to, whoever you wanted to\nYou a leader when you can get a leader to follow you\nBut anyway, life goes on, so I'll see you\nWhen I art in Heaven, like our fathers do n***as\n(Yeah n***as, you can't f** with us)\nn***as\n(Yeah n***as, 'cuz bein' a n***a means you love n***as)\nn***as, n***as\n(n***a, you can't f** with us)",
    "2pac - n***a For The Hell (Skit) lyrics": "[Intro: Gravedigging]\nGood!\nNow is the hard like a stuff is the trying\nMy chamber is the k**ing\nWith me hard this my heart as gun as the shoot \n\n\n\nVerse like verse two with creepy on a park and\nNow is the saved along\nFlicklord...\nHahahhahaahaha...",
    "2pac - n***az Done Changed lyrics": "[Intro: Richie Rich & 2Pac]\nAh, me and my n***a 2Pac\nFinna do what we do\nUnderstand this\nCause it's way understandable\nn***as done changed, man\nYou know they done changed, they done changed!\nCheck this out\n[Verse 1: Richie Rich]\nA tisket a tasket, my Calico made of plastic\nAnd n***as don't make it home, when f**in' with my dome\nIn my zone, n***as be gettin' pepper sprayed down\nDrinkin' with all the boys done got that Heifer laid down\nAnd it hurts, but don't nothin' change, it's all the same\nThat's why I come real cause I'm so heavy off in this game\nI been there, been taught that, n***as screamin' \"Caught that!\"\nStandin' there with them n***as a hand fulla game and believe he bought that\nn***as here, the game is to be sold not told\nAin't no new jack n***a just gon' jump in this ol' sh**, and ride on gold\nUnh-uh, naw, n***a gotta pay some dues\nn***a gotta feel some blues\nSee what it feel like to lose\n200 bundles, 400 bundles, f** it, a G\n'bout to cook shop, find out you really ain't got no d\nYou's imaginin' sh**, and havin' money punk is real\nDon't be the first to get checked\nn***a better retrospect\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nNo more regular rappin'\nDare me to cap 'em and watch me blast\nThese n***as be actin' for that simple fact, playa I'ma mash\nI lash on my enemies for multiple centuries\nForcin' my adversaries to bleed when they seein' me\nThough east coast born, I'm west coast raised\nSent so much dick throughout the click that now they d**h Row slaves (bow down)\nFather forgive me for thug livin', I'm through with this drug dealin'\nI leave it to Clinton and all the n***as that love prison\nBrothas be ballin', Rich if you need me, call\nI open fire on muthaf**as and murder 'em all\nMe Mr. Makaveli, plus I'm bustin' f** what they tell me\nI'm makin' these n***as hop on they toes right now but daily\nI been shot and murdered, can't tell you how it happened word for word\nBut best believe, that n***as gon' get what they deserve\nIn the same way, God bless my brain, \u2018cause game pays\nGettin' cash and a** for days\nNow n***as done changed\n[Hook: Richie Rich & 2Pac]\nThe game is to be sold, not told\nStill heavy in this game\nn***as done changed, it ain't the same\nWe been handlin' our business for years\nGettin' respect from all our peers\nWhile most of our n***as incarcerated, doin' years\nb**hes is tricky, n***as is snitchy \n\n\n\nWhile playas improve and move positions\nn***as done changed\n[Verse 3: Richie Rich]\nCall on my real n***a, when it's time to bring the heat\nSuburban's swervin' and hellsa deep down your street\nLeave your tragedian cause it'll be clean when we sweep\nLet's duff these n***as and hit they a** with some heat\nBlow they chest up, cause they hatin' and segregatin'\nn***as crossin' lanes, it's time to blow your brains\nBefore I shot this n***a, I heard him scream one love (ONE LOVE!)\nFifteen in the clip, I only used one slug\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nHey! now picture me rollin'\nBiggie Smalls got his eyes swollen\nMy hands on my nuts, I gives a f**, I'ma die holdin' 'em\nMakin' these hoes pause, while schemin' on no drawers\nNo money involved, condom, p**y, dick, and some alcohol\nPicture me rollin' (what) horny hoes get they holes dug\nI might show 'em thug pa**ion but I'll never show 'em love\nCan't hit me in combat, relentless when I ride\nStrategize on my enemies, plottin' 'til they die\nAsk me why I'm high, and my reply \"'Til the day I die\"\nDon't wanna picture this cold world through sober eyes\nThugs don't die we multiply\nConnect with the spirits of fallen homies and bustas, then we ride\nSurprise n***as when they seen us, they duck down (Hahahaha)\nJust we anticipated, indo and bust rounds (buck buck)\nf**in' clowns still watchin' clips of \"I Get Around\"\nScream like a b**h when I beat 'em down\nn***as done changed\n[Hook: Richie Rich & 2Pac]\nThe game is to be sold, not told\nStill heavy in this game\nn***as done changed, it ain't the same\nWe been handlin' our business for years\nGettin' respect from all our peers\nWhile most of our n***as incarcerated, doin' years\nb**hes is tricky, n***as is snitchy\nWhile playas improve and move positions\nn***as done changed\n[Outro: Richie Rich & 2Pac]\nAnd they still changin'\nUnderstand what I'm sayin?\n(Police switchin' up on n***as, judges done changed)\nI don't understand that n***as done changed\nMuthaf**as gettin' 60 years for some bullsh**\nn***a, you know what I mean?\nn***as done changed\nAh, glad to have you back\nThat's right big buddy, cause we ain't gon' never change\nThey may hold me for a second but these muthaf**as ain't gonna never hold me down, baby\nCheck this out\nThug life, baby\nFo' sho'. Me and 'Pac\nNow we got muthaf**as in the house, fool\nWith the n***a Rick Rock",
    "2pac - n***az In Tha Pen' (OG) lyrics": "[2Pac talking]\nYeah this for my n***a Mike Cooley\nKeep your motherf**in' head up boi\nFor my n***as in the Pen'\nf** the police n***a\nYeah, uh\nIn '93 it's gettin' rougher motherf**er\nIt's for my n***a in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out or when my a** get in\n(They got no love for me here)\n[Chorus]\nThis is for my n***as in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out\n(They got no love for me here)\nIf not when I get in\nThis is for my n***as in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out\n(They got no love for me here)\nIf not when I get in\n[Verse 1: Mopreme]\nLet them loose, let them loose like Bruce\nWe need a new pants\nSwooped on [?]\nNow here we go again\nBlacks in the back with the Monkeys on they back\nMost are dyin' for crack and catchin' bullets where they neck, uh\nHit the rat's in the Jailhouse travel up to get out\nGet out, cause I'm out, but out of my mind\nTo every man that's in my family\nNo, you understand me?\nMy homeboy 2, they can't fade you\nMe myself, well I'm livin' life extra\nCause sometimes soon I feel I might be next\nTell it just like s**, every bodies got to feel it for they self\nAnd the ones with the wealth, need to sit on my shelf\nSee what I see when out on the streets daily (Da da duh da da)\nNeed a little meat, potatoes and gravy\nGame don't stop, Cops get popped (Da da duh da da)\nCop's pop back, kids'll catch it in the neck\nSo\n[Chorus]\nThis is for my n***as in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out\n(They got no love for me here)\nIf not when I get in\nThis is for my n***as in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out\n(They got no love for me here)\nIf not when I get in\n[Verse 2: Mouse Man]\nTo my brothers in the Pen' huh\nKinda straigh-ten, nothings changed\nStill strugglin', hustlin', tryin' to stay a head of the game\nIt's all about money the hell about the fame\nIt's a shame, how mean the media can be to ya' man\nI'll see you in about two\nHave a party, blunts and brews, lip a honey dip or two, ah\nYou've been gone for along time, I'm\nReminiscin' of the old times, old crimes\nI might see ya' sooner, than I expected\nMy P.O. said one more red mark on my record\nTen years he straight burst my bubble\nI gotta calm down and stay out of trouble \n\n\n\nKeep gettin' stronger and no longer they try to hold us down\nThe craziest things will be when you get out of lock down\nBig up big up's to my jailhouse\nCrew, this one's for you\n[Chorus]\nThis is for my n***as in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out\n(They got no love for me here)\nIf not when I get in\nThis is for my n***as in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out\n(They got no love for me here)\nIf not when I get in\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nWho's afraid of the punk police?\nn***as run the streets, no justice, no peace\nf** the law, rather draw than do time\nDon't f** with mine, cross the line\nMy two nines, go \"Baya baya\" when I shoot 'em\nKorean motherf**er's was crooked, so n***as had to burn and loot 'em\nNow the streets ain't safe at night\nMy n***as catch the Devil at the lights straight take his life\nSo don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em?\nEmpty the clip, then dip cause we did 'em\nLickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper\nLove for my n***as but a Glock for the coppers\nSo what the f** you wanna do now?\nI packed a .9 last year, in '93 I'm packin' two now\nRepresentin' for my n***as locked up\nTime to blow the blocks up\nMy n***as in the pen\n[Chorus+Outro]\nThis is for my n***as in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out\nThey got knocked when I get there\n(They got no love for me here)\nThis is for my n***as in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out\nThey got knocked when I get there\n(They got no love for me here)\nThis is for my n***as in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out\nThey got knocked when I get there\n(They got no love for me here)\nThis is for my n***as in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out\nThey got knocked when I get there\n(They got no love for me here)\nThis is for my n***as in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out\nThey got knocked when I get there\n(They got no love for me here)\nThis is for my n***as in the Pen'\nI'll see you when you get out\nThey got knocked when I get there\n(They got no love for me here)\nYeah Mike Cooley in the house\nGeronimo Pratt in the house\nAll my brothers out Queens in the house\nMutulu Shakur in the house\nThe struggle goes on\nThis is to my brothers in the Pen,uh huh my brother in the Pen now",
    "2pac - n***az Nature lyrics": "[lil' mo talking]\n2pac and lil' mo...how gangsta is that?\n[2pac]\nOne-two, be a n***a nature\nHa ha ha\n[verse 1]\nNo need to cry now, go wipe your tears be a woman\nWhy you actin suprised? you saw the bullsh** comin\nFake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too\nSo why you bound to f** with fake guys too\nAin't nuthin hard about it\nWhy you lookin sad? shoulda thought about it\nSay you learned, i truly doubt it\nI guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loser for love\nGettin freaky wit the thug n***az up in the club\nAsk to buy you a drink, you holla don perrion\nKnowin i got my cash getter, still i remain calm\nLet you chill wit me,\nPlus you was smiling till' bed wishing\nThat's what you get for tryin to dick with me\nMissed me with that buy me this, buy me that syndrome sh**\nb**h get a job if you wanna be rich\nGettin mad cause i curse, and i scream \"i hate cha\"\nIntroduce you to a n***a nature\nFeel me\n[chorus] lil' mo\nYes the girls need to cry\nOther night, gettin' hi (yea, yea, yea)\nWhy you gangsta all the time?\nThat's a thugs nature\n(that's a n***a nature)\nYea sometimes i can deal with it\nI realize that i'm feelin' it\nIt's a love and hate relationship\nBut that's a thugs nature\n[verse 2]\nI'll probably be nice at first first\nI let you kiss me where it hurts\nMe and you gettin busy slingin dick in the dirt\nBet you had a pool party cause it's cool to kick it\nSee us tongue kissin, you was truely wit it\nLittle ecstacy, hennesey mixed wit me\nPicture me pay for p**y when this dicks for free\nHay now, with my n***az that tell these hoes\nBefore i pay i jerk off , word to moses\nVisions of you sittin there sweaty and wet\nPointin to the places that you want me to hit\nGimme room all up in the womb call the cops\nn***a, hitin' walls all til them ba*tards drop\nLabel me makaveli thug n***a wit pipe\nLivin life like a rocks stars friday night\nMake money, get p**y always keep a pager\nCellphone in the ride to complete my nature now\n[chorus] lil' mo\nYes the girls need to cry (need to cry)\nOther night, gettin' hi (yea, yea)\n\n\n\nWhy you gangsta all the time?\nThat's a thugs nature (everyday)\nYea sometimes i can deal with it\nI realize that i'm feelin' it (yea, yea)\nIt's a love and hate relationship\nBut that's a thugs nature\n[verse 3]\nStarted as a seed from the semen\nStraight outta papa's nuts\nLustin for creamin, b**hes with big bu*ts\nCurves makin n***a cry, tits and sh**\nWhen i'm locked down, beggin you for p**no flicks\nSneak weed in, help a n***a pa** the time\nPut my name tattoed so that a** is mine\nTell everybody pac put it down for good\nA local legend thru the whole hood\nFollow me, i got a gun on me\nGoing for none on the run baby\nYou know a n***a need some, is for some crazy\nWhy cry, when i'll be thuggin till i die\nPicture a n***a in heaven high off weed i fly\nGot me missin dead homies, wish these phoneys would die\nHit the weed & hope it get me high\nDear god understand my ways, livin major\nBlessed with a thugs heart, in a real live n***a nature\n[chorus] lil' mo\nYes the girls need to cry\nOther night, gettin' hi (whoa, euuu, whoa)\nWhy you gangsta all the time?\nThat's a thugs nature\n(that's a n***a nature)\nYea sometimes i can deal with it\nI realize that i'm feelin' it\nIt's a love and hate relationship\nBut that's a thugs nature\n(that's a n***a nature)\nYes the girls need to cry\nOther night, gettin' hi\nWhy you gangsta all the time?\nThat's a thugs nature\n(this be a n***a nature)\nYea sometimes i can deal with it\nI realize that i'm feelin' it\nIt's a love and hate relationship\nBut that's a thugs nature\n[2pac]\n('cause that's a n***a nature)\n(it ain't my fault)\n[lil' mo]\n(qd, where you be?)\n[2pac]\n(don't blame me, blame mamma, a n***a nature)\n[lil' mo]\n(qdiii and lil' mo, 2pac puttin' it down for sho (cause that's a n***a nature)\nI realize that i'm feelin' it, cause that's a thugs nature\nI know sometimes i can deal with it\nI realize i'm feelin' it\nLove and hate relationship\nCause that's a thugs nature)\n[2pac]\n(cause that's a n***a nature)\n[lil' mo]\n(yea, yea, yea\nYea, yea, yea\nYea, yea, yea, yea)\n",
    "2pac - n***az Nature - Lil' Mokey lyrics": "Tupac and Lil' Mo, how gangsta is that ?\nOne, two\nIntroduce you to a n***az nature\nHeh, heh\nNo need to cry now, go wipe your tears, be a woman\nWhy you acting surprised, you saw the bullsh** comin'\nFake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too\nSo while you, bound to f** with fake guys too\nAin't nothing hard about it\nWhy you looking sad, should have thought about it\nSay you learn, I truly doubt it\nI guess you got a problem with affection\nKind of lose with the love, getting freaky with the thug\nn***az up in the club, ask to buy you a drink\nYou holler Don Perrion, knowing I'm a cash getter\nStill I remain calm, let you chill with me\nPlus you was smiling till the bill missing\nThat's what you get for trying to dick me\nMiss me with that buy me this, buy me that, syndrome sh**\nb**h, get a job if you wanna be rich\nGettin' mad 'cause I curse\nThen I scream I hate chu\nIntroduce you to a n***az nature\nFeel me\nKiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high\nI'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature\nThat's a n***az nature\nThough sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it\nIt's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature\nI probably be nice at first, I let you kiss me when it hurts\nMe and you getting busy, slang the dick in the dirt\nMet you at a pool party, it was cool to kick it\nSee us tongue kissing, you was truly with it\nLittle Hennessey, ecstasy mixed with me\nPicture me pay for p**y, when the dicks for free\nHey now, where my n***az at, tell these hoes\nBefore I pay, I'd jerk off, word to Moses\nVisions of you sitting there sweaty and wet\nPutting, pointing to the places that you want me to hit\nGive me room, all up in the womb, call the cops\nn***a hitting walls, till them ba*tards drops\nLabel me Makaveli, thug n***a with pipes\nLiving life like a rock star, Friday night\nMake money, get p**y, always keep a pager\nCell phone in the ride to complete my nature now\nKiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high\nI'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature\nThat's a n***az nature\nThough sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it\nIt's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature \n\n\n\nStarted as a seed from the semen, straight out of poppas nuts\nLustin' for creamin', b**hes with big bu*ts\nCurves make a n***a quiet, tipsy sh**\nWhen I'm locked down, begging you for p**no flicks\nSneak weed in, help a n***a pa** the time\nWith my name tattooed, so that a** is mine\nTell everybody Pac put it down for good\nA local legend through the whole hood\nFollow me, I got a gun on me [unverified]\nFor none on the run baby\nYou know a n***a need some, it's for some crazy\nWhy cry when I'll be thugging till I die\nPicture a n***a up in heaven high off weed, I fly\nGot me, missing dead homies with them forties that died\nHit the weed and hope it get me high\nDear God\nPlease understand my ways, living major\nBlessed with a thugs heart\nAnd a real live n***a nature\nKiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high\nI'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature\nThat's a n***az nature\nThough sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it\nIt's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature\nKiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high\nI'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature\nThat's a n***az nature\nThough sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it\nIt's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature\nKiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high\nI'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature\nThat's a n***az nature\nThough sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it\nIt's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature\nKiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high\nI'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature\nThat's a n***az nature\nThough sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it\nIt's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature\nIt ain't my fault\nHehe, Q.D., where you be? Ah\nDon't blame me\nBlame my mama for making nature\nKiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin' high\nI'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature\nThat's a n***az nature\nThough sometimes, I can deal with it, I realize that I'm feelin' it\nIt's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugz nature",
    "2pac - n***az Nature Remix lyrics": "(feat. Lil' Mo)\n[Lil' Mo]\nTupac and Lil' Mo, hmm, how gangsta is that?\nHehe.. ooooh-oooh, ooooh-oooh, ooooh-oooh\n[Mo keeps harmonizing in the background]\n[2Pac]\nOne two.. to a n***a nature, haha..\nNo need to cry now, go wipe your tears, be a woman\nWhy you actin surprised? You saw the bullsh**\nComin fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too\nSo why you, bound to f** wit fake guys too\nAint nothin' hard about it why you lookin sad? Shoulda though about it\nSay you learned, I truly doubt it\nI guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love\nGettin freaky with the thug n***az up in the club\nAsk to buy you a drink, you holla Dom Perignon\nKnowin I'm a cash getter still I, remain calm\nLet you chill with me; plus you was smilin 'til the bill miss me\nThat's what you get for tryin to dick me\nMissed me with that \"Buy me this, buy me that\" syndrome sh**\nb**h get a job if you wanna be rich\nGettin mad cause I cursed and I scream I hate'cha\nIntroduced you to a n***a nature, feel me?\n[Chorus: Lil' Mo]\nKissed the girls, made them cry\nThuggin life, and gettin high\nWhy you gangsta, all the time?\nThat's a thug's nature\nThough sometimes, I can deal with it\nI realize, that I'm feelin it\nIt's a love and hate relationship\nbut that's a thug's nature\n[add to line four of Chorus first time:] \"That's a n***a nature\"\n[2Pac]\nI'm probably too nice at first, I let you kiss me where it hurts\nMe and you gettin busy, slingin dick in the dirt\nMet you at a pool party it was cool to kick it\nSee us, tounge-kissin, you was truly with it\nLittle ecstacy, Hennesey, mix with me\nPicture me pay for p**y when the dick's for free\nHey now, where my n***az at? Tell these hoes\nBefore I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses\nVisions of you sittin there sweaty and wet\nPointin to the places that you want me to hit\nGive me room all up in the womb, call the cops \n\n\n\nn***a, hittin walls 'til them ba*tard drop\nLabel me Makaveli - thug n***a with bite\nLivin life like a rock star's Friday night\nMake money, get p**y, always keep a pager\nCell phone in the ride to complete my nature now!\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\nHaha.. started as a seed from the semen; straight outta papa's nuts\nLustin for creamin - b**hes with big bu*ts\nCurves make a n***a cry, tits and sh**\nWhen I'm locked down beggin you for p**no flicks\nSneak weed in, help a n***a pa** the time\nPut my name tattoo'd so that a** is mine\nTell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good\nA local legend through the whole hood, follow me\nI got a gun on me, goin for none on the run baby\nYou know a n***a need some, is my son crazy?\nWhy I cry, when I be thuggin til I die\nPicture a n***a in heaven, high off weed I fly\nGot me missin dead homies wishin phonies would die\nHit the weed and hope it get me high; dear God\nUnderstand my ways, livin major\nBlessed with a thug's heart.. and a real live n***a nature\n[Chorus]\n[add to line four of Chorus:] \"That's a n***a nature\"\n[add to line eight of Chorus:] \"Cause that's a n***a nature\"\n[Chorus]\n[add to line four of Chorus:] \"Hey, just be a n***a nature\"\n[add to line eight of Chorus:] \"Cause that's a n***a nature\"\n[2Pac] It ain't my fault\n[Lil' Mo] Hehe, Q.D., where you be? Ahh\n[2Pac] Don't blame me blame my momma, a n***a nature\n[Lil' Mo]\nQDIII, and Lil' Mo\nTupac, puttin it down fo' sho' (\"Cause that's a n***a nature\")\nI realize, that I'm feelin it\nCause that's a thug nature\nThough sometimes I can deal with it\nI realize, I'm feelin it\nLove and hate, relationship\nCause that's a thug's nature (\"Cause that's a n***a nature\")\nYeah yeah yeah.. yeah yeah yeah..\nYeahhh yeah.. and that's a thug's nature\nWhere you at? Holla",
    "2pac - Nasir Jones - God's Son (Album Credits) lyrics": "01. Get Down\n(Nasir Jones-Salaam Gibbs)\nZomba Enterprises Inc. (ASCAP)/III Will Music, Inc. (ASCAP), admin, by Zomba Enterprises Inc.(ASCAP)/EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP), obo itself and Salaam Remi Music, Inc. (ASCAP)\nProduced by Nas for III Will Productions and Salaam \"The Chameleon\" Remi for Dashiki Productions, Inc\nRecorded by Kevin Crouse at Circle House Studios, Miami Fl and Right Track Studios, New York, NY\u2022Mixed by Kevin Crouse at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY\u2022 Contains elements from \"Funky Drummer\" written and performed by James Brown, published by Golo Publishing/Unichappell Music Inc. (BMI). Used courtesy of PolyGram Records, under license from Universal Music Enterprises , Also contains elements from \"The Boss\" written by James Brown, Charles Bobbitt and Fred Wesley\n02. The Cross\n(Nasir Jones-Marshall Mathers-Jeff Ba**) Ill Will Music, Inc., admin. by Zomba Enterprises, Inc. (ASCAP)/8 Mile Style (BMI)\nProduced by Eminem\nRecorded by Steve King at 54 Sound, Detriot, Mi\nVocals Recorded by Kevin Crouse at Electric Lady Studios, New York, NY\u2022Keyboards and Programming by Jeff Ba** mixed by Steve King at 54 Sound, Detroit, MI\n03. Made You Look\n(Nasir Jones-Salaam Gibbs-Jeremiah Lordan)\nZomba Enterprises Inc./III Will Music, Inc., admin\nBy Zomba Enterprises, Inc. (ASCAP)/EMI April Music, Inc\n(ASCAP), obo itself and Salaam Remi Musi, Inc. (ASCAP)/Regent Music Corp. (BMI)\nProduced by Salaam \"The Chameleon\" Remi for Dashiki Productions, Inc\nRecorded by Kevin Crouse at Transcontinental Studios, Orlando, Fl. Assisted by Mike Srka \u2022Mixed by Kevin Crouse at Cresent Moon Studios, Miami Beach, Fl \u2022Contains excerpts from \"Apache\" written y Jeremiah Lordan and published by Regent Music Corp. (BMI). Performed by The Incredible Bongo Band courtesy of New Millennium Entertainment\n04. Last Real n***a Alive\n(Nasir Jones-R. Turner)\nZomba Enterprises Inc/III Will Music, Inc., admin\nBy Zomba Enterprises, Inc. (ASCAP)/Browz Music (BMI)\nProduced by Ron Browz\nRecorded by Kevin Crouse at Right Track Recordings, New York, NY\nMixed by Kevin Crouse at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY\n05. Zone Out (Featuring Bravehearts)\n(Nasir Jones-Salaam Gibbs-Jaban Jones-Michael Epps)\nZomba Enterprises Inc./III Will Music, Inc., admin by Zomba Enterprises, Inc\n(ASCAP/EMI April Music, Inc. (ASCAP), obo itself and Salaam Remi Music, Inc\n(ASCAP)/Jabari Jones Publishing Designee/Michael Epps Publishing Designee\nProduced y Salaam \"The Chameleon\" Remi for Dashiki Productions, Inc\nRecorded by Kevin Crouse at Circle House Studios, Miami, Fl and Right Track Studios, New York, NY\u2022Mixed by Kevin Crouse at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY\nBravehearts appear courtesy of III Will Records/Columbia Records\n06. Hey Nas (Featuring Kelis & Claudette Ortiz of City High)\n(Nasir Jones-Salaam Gibbs-Kenni Burke-Allan Felder-Norma Wright)\nZoma Enterprises Inc./III Will Music Inc., admin. by Zomba Enterprises, Inc. (ASCAP)/EMI April Music, Inc. (ASCAP), obo itself and Salaam Remi Music, Inc\n(ASCAP)/Top Bound Music (BMI)/Third Palm Music (BMI)/Jobur Music Co., Inc. (BMI)\nProduced by Salaam \"The Chameleon\" Remi for Dashiki Productions, Inc\nRecorded and Mixed by Kevin Crouse at Transcontinental Studios, Orlando, Fl. Assistant Engineer: Michael Sroka\u2022Mixed by Kevin Crouse at Sony Music Studios, New Yrk, NY\u2022Flute: Mercedes Abal\u2022Contains interpolations from \"Risin To The Top Bill\" written by Kenni Burke, Allan Felder and Norma Wright, published by Top Bound Music (BMI), Third Palm Music (BMI) and Jobur Music Co Inc (BMI)\n07. I Can\n(Nasir Jones-Salaam Gibbs-Roy Hammond)\nZomba Enterprises Inc./III Will Music, Inc., admin. by Zomba Enterprises, Inc. (ASCAP)/EMI April Music, Inc. (ASCAP), obo itself and Salaam Remi Music, Inc. (ASCAP)/Street Tuff Tunes (ASCAP)\nProduced by Salaam \"The Chameleon\" Remi for Dashiki Productions, Inc\nRecorded by and Mixed by Kevin Crouse at Transcontinetal Studios, Orlando, Fl and Right Track Recordings, New York, NY\u2022 Assistance Engineer: Michael Sroka\nChildren's Lead and Backround Vocals: Angela Hunte\nMixed byKevin Crouse at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY\nFlute: Mercedes Abal\u2022 Contains excerpts from the composition \n\n\n\n\"Impeach The President written by Roy Hammond and published by Street Tuff Tunes (ASCAP). Performed by The Honeydrippers courtesy of Tuff City Records\n08. Book Of Rhymes\n(Nasir Jones-Alan Maman-David Camon)\nZomba Enterprises Inc./III Will Music, Inc., admin\nBy Zomba Enterprises, Inc. (ASCAP)/A. Maman Music (ASCAP), admin. by The Royalty Network(ASCAP)/Every Knight Music (BMI)\nProduced by The Alchemist\nRecorded by Kevin Crouse and Mathew Ryan at Transcontinental Studios, Orlando, Fl \u2022 Assistant Engineers: Michael Sroka, Elise Thomas and Jonah Egold Mixed y Every Knight Music (BMI), performed by Tommy Tate courtesy of Juana Records\n09. Thugz Mansion (N.Y.) Featuring 2Pac and J. Phoenix\n(2Pac Shakur-Johnny Jackson-Claudio Cueni-Michael Herring-Nasir Jones-Larry Loftin)\nAmaru Publishing (ASCAP)/Universal Music (ASCAP)/Black Hispanic Music, admin, by BMG Songs, Inc. (ASCAP)/Cueni Publishing (ASCAP)/Colorblind Fish Music (ASCAP)/III Will Music, Inc., admin. by Zomba Enterprises, Inc. (ASCAP)/From The Soul Music/Zomba Music Publishing (ASCAP)\nProduced by Claudio Cueni & Michael Herring\n(Original version produced by Johnny \"J\" for KLOCK WORK Entertainment) Recorded by Kevin Crouse and Claudio Cueni at Can Am, Tarzana CA, Skip Saylor, Los Angeles, CA, Circle Sound Studios, Miami Fl and Electric Lady Studios, New York, NY \u2022 Assistance Engineer: Mark Vinten \u2022 Guitar by Michael \"Fish: Herring Mixed by Kevin Crouse at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY contains a remixed version of \"Thugz Mansion\" featuring 2Pac as embodied on the 2Pac LP \"Better Dayz.\"\n10. Mastermind\n(Nasir Jones-Alan Maman)\nIII Will Music, Inc., admin. by Zomba Enterprises, Inc\n(ASCAP)/A. Maman Music (ASCAP), admin\nBy The Royalty Network, Inc. (ASCAP)\nProduced by The Alchemist\nRecorded by Kevin Crouse at Electric Lady studios, New York NY\nMixed by Kevin Crouse at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY\n11. Warrior Song (Featuring Alicia Keys)\n(Nasir Jones-Alicia Keys)\nZomba Enterprises In\nC. (ASCAP)/EMI April Music, Inc\n(ASCAP) obo itself and Lellow Productions (ASCAP)\nProduced by Alicia Keys for MBK Entertainment/Krucial Keys Productions\nRecorded by Kevin Crouse at Right Track Recordings, New York, NY\n12. Revolutionary Warfare (Featuring Lake)\n(Nasir Jones-Alan Maman-Patrick Adams-Terry Phillips-Leroy Jackson) III Will Music, Inc., admin by Zomba Enterprises, Inc. (ASCAP)/A. Maman Music (ASCAP), admin. by The Royalty Network, Inc. (ASCAP)/Crystal Smiles\nProduced by The Alchemist\nRecorded and remixed y Kevin Crouse at Right Track Recordings, New York, NY \u2022 Contains samples from \" We Made it\" written by Patrick Adams, Terry Phillips and Leroy Jackson, published by Crystal Smiles, performed by Black Ivory courtesy of Today Records\n13. Dance\n(Nasir Jones-Chucky Thompson)\nZomba Enterprises Inc./III Will Music, Inc., admin. by Zomba Enterprises, Inc. (ASCAP)/Ninth Street Tunnel Music/Sony/ATV Songs LLC. (BMI) Produced by Chucky Thompson for Chucklife Productions, Inc. Recorded by Mathew Ryan at Transcontinental Studios, Orlando, FL and Kevin Crouse at Electric Lady Studios, New York, NY mixed by Kevin Crouse at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY\nHorns: Olu Dara\n14. Heaven (Featuring Jully Black)\n(Nasir Jones-Eddie Holman-Shella Holman- A. Griffith-K. Wailoo-Jully Black) Zomba Entreprises Inc. (ASCAP)/III Will Music, Inc., admin\nBy Zomba Enterprises, Inc. (ASCAP)/III Will Music, Inc., admin. by Zomba Enterprises, Inc. (ASCAP)/Damian Music Publishing/Schoochiebug Music/Virtu Music/Countless Endeavors Music Ltd\n(SOCAN)/Lounge Music Publishing/Warner Chappell Music Publishing (SOCAN)/Achandre Music (SOCAN)\nProduced by Agile for Big Black Lincoln Music\nCo-Produced by Saukrates for Big Black Lincoln Music\nRecorded by Kevin Crouse at Lobo Music Studios, Long Island, NY\nMixed by Kevin Crouse at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY\nLead and Background Vocals: Jully Black and Saukrates\nContains Samples from \"I Love You\" written by Eddie Holman and Sheila Holman, performed by Eddie Holman and published by Damian Music Pub Co., Schoochiebug Music Pub and Virtu Music (ASCAP). Used courtesy of MCA Records, under license from Universal Music Enterprises",
    "2pac - Never B Peace lyrics": "[Verse 1: Tupac]\nNow of course I want peace on the streets\nBut realistically\nPainting perfect pictures ain't never work\nMy misery was so deep\nCouldn't sleep through all my pressures\nIn my quest for cash\nI learned fast\nUsing violent measures\nMemories of adolescent years\nTheir was unity\nBut after puberty we brought war\nTo our community\nSo many bodies dropping\nIts gotta stop\nI want to help\nBut still I'm stepping\nKeeping my weapon\nMust protect myself\nThe promise of a better tomorrow\nain't never reach me\nPlus my teachers were to petrified in cla** to teach me\nSipping thunderbird\nAnd grape kool-aid\nCalling Earl since my stomach was empty\nIt seduced me to f** the world\nWatch my 'lil homies\nLose there childhood to guns\nNobody cries no more\nCause we all die for fun\nSo why you ask me if I want peace\nIf you cant grant it\nn***as fighting across the whole planet\nSo we can never be peace\n[Chorus]\nWill there ever be peace?\nOr all we all just headed for doom,\nStill consumed by the beefs,\nAnd I know there never be peace,\nThat's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets\nCause there can never be peace\n[Verse 2: Kastro]\nSomebody owes me\nWill they control me?, nah\nI ain't a hater playa\nBut I want all you got\nYour babies have babies\nNow we fighting each other\nMy dogs got rabies\nThey biting each other\n'n' it ain't hard to find a friend like mine\nBig fully is a bully\nAnd he don't mind dying\nAnd I gotta be bright\nMiss sign after sign\nTime after time\nAfter time after time\nAnd I don't like nobody\nThey don't like me more\nAnd I'm cool with that finally\nBut they heard it before\nDog\nWe living in a prison\nLosing our religion on em\nThanks given when thankful just for living in hell\nDamn homey I don't mean to be harsh\nBut it's the devil in the ghetto trying to tear it apart\nAnd if we make it up out\nWe still stuck in the dark\nWill there ever be peace?\nJust the peace in my heart\nNever\n[Kastro talking]\nThe only peace we got\nIs the peace in our heart\nOr the peace in our mind\nRight there in piece that we hold in our waste line\nFeel me dog?\nCm'on\n[Chorus]\nWill there ever be peace?\nOr all we all just headed for doom,\nStill consumed by the beefs, \n\n\n\nAnd I know there never be peace, (never)\nThats why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets\n'Coz there can never be peace\n[Verse 3: Napolean]\nThings are changing\nn***a you better fantasize\nI'm only concerned about me and mine in these times\nThe world is a ghetto where peace is not a part of it\nWe all goin' need God if we plan to get out of this\nn***as spending too much time hating on each other\nn***as buyin' guns\nLoad em up\nAim at each other\nAnd the victim is you and me\nThe secret is true indeed\nThe good die\nMostly over bullsh**\nRepeatedly\nDeep in me there's a part that wants nothing but love\nBut the rest of me knows war is what's waiting for us\nSo I stays ready\nKeep my pay heavy and boss up\nStack my funds and my guns\nNever rely on luck\nAsking God to point out the imposters\nNever let no weapon formed against me prosper\nCause they'll never be peace\nSo don't rely on it\nSoldiers die for\nAnd in the ghetto, they trying for it\nfu*k PEACE\n[Chorus X3]\nWill there ever be peace?\nOr all we all just headed for doom,\nStill consumed by the beefs,\nAnd I know there never be peace,\nThat's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets\nCause there can never be peace\n[Tupac Talking]\nsh**, f** peace\nOn the strength till my n***as get a piece\nWe cant have peace\nHow the f** we gonna live happy if we ain't got none?\nYou motherf**ers is smiling, but I'm mean mugging\nWhy? Cause gotta be thugging\nI've seen d** done turned this motherf**ing hood out\nAll us n***as acting up\nWild a** motherf**ing adolescents\nThese n***as ain't even got no childhoods no more\nHow the f** can you have a childhood and you have a funeral every motherf**ing weekend\nAnd you motherf**ers talking about peace?\nn***a, it ain't no motherf**ing peace\nYou ain't seen the news motherf**er?\nYou ain't heard?\nLittle babies getting smoked\nMotherf**ers k**ing there whole family\n'Lil kids getting thrown off buildings\nMotherf**ers gettin abused\nPeace? n***as you out your motherf**ing mind?\nf** peace\nWe can't never have peace, till you motherf**ers clean up this mess you made\n'Till u f**ing clean up the dirt u dropped\n'Till we get a piece\nf** peace\nWestside\n",
    "2pac - Never Be Beat lyrics": "(Intro)\n(*\"Bad motherf**er and you know this\" - cut and scratched*)\nStricly Dope in the house\n[2pac]\nFumble s**ers tumble, god damn I'm good\nSince I was born I was strong, always knew that I could\nDon't care anywhere any place I'll rock\nGive me a mic to light and competition will drop\nFast or slow, I'll go and no one is gonna stop me yo\nYou must be kiddin', you swear you're gonna drop me no\nWell sure as battlin' is bad for your health\nKnow you're confident my friend but don't fool yourself\nMy mic's a weapon, I'm steppin' with a capable rhyme\nYo, your time for playin' is over you got your crew I got mine\nNot braggin', I'm bad and I could only get better\nYour girl came on to me she wanted me I wouldn't let her\nDon't make sense to come against me and my man \"D\"\nHow it is, how it was, that's the way it'll be\nBut you still think you can beat me, huh, get it together\nCause I'll never be beat, never be beat, NEVER!!\n(*\"Bad motherf**er and you know this\" - cut and scratched*)\nStricly Dope in the house\n(Ray Tyson)\nBoldy, you step into the trap of the beast\nCause I'm the predator competitor and risin' like yeast\nI'm the microphone musician musically I'm the most\nWhen I rumble you tumble like a burnt piece of toast\nProceed with caution I cannot be stopped\nA deadly weapon that is kept inside a sentry lock\nStrong hold holdin' on but there's no holds barred\nf** around and feel the wrath and you're forever scarred\nAnybody want to battle just step the hell up\nI'll toss your a** like a salad and eat you all up\nYou climb the rope of success but you know you can't win\nYou get discouraged because I hold the other end\nIf I let go, like all the others you will fall\nThe vicious vocalist consoloist will still be raw\n[2pac]\nYou go in battles like a s**er but you'll never recoup\nBut I'm the veteran the veteran goin' like a troop\nTry to stop me you can't, you puff and you pant\nTry to beat me at this game, but get stomped like an ant\nIn the long run I'm the one that's holdin' the mic\nUpset to get to me sweatin' me for the rhymes that I write\nThis time we're goin' at it, silly s**er, get ready\nCause I'm your worst nightmare, fu*k FREDDY!!\nWhere's that motherf**er that said that I was a dope\nTyin' my rhymes like a rope I'll pull it tight and you'll choke\nYou swear that you could beat me punk get it together\nCause I'll never be beat ya punk, NEVER!!\n(*\"Bad motherf**er and you know this\" - cut and scratched*)\n(Ray Tyson)\nHard is what you wanted, now that's what you're gettin'\nI'm movin' and groovin' and proven and you're still sittin'\nGot me blowin' up like a Hawalian volcano\nRunnin' things like drano, lettin' you know that there ain't no\nBody gonna diss me now I'm comin' exact\nI'm paid I got it made, now that I'm makin' tracks\nThis is a lesson, at bein' dope that is\nCordless mics is mine, the wheels are his\n\n\n\nTons and tons of freaks I'm a Mac Daddio\nWritin' def jams while I'm chillin' on my patio\nYou are useless as a toothless piranha\nI'm ruthless now I'm gonna\nbust it and discuss it make it funky to hear\nParagraph to the people penetratin' your ear\nYou wanna taste of it, ooh here take a full dose\nBurn you up like radiation if you get too close\n[2pac]\nCause my mouth is like an uzi when it moves so quick\nAnd the lyrics are the bullets that I'm loadin' it with\nYou wanna beat me homeboy, you will be destroyed\nGet dropped like a habit and played like a toy\nNever defeated not conceited, but let's face facts\nCouldn't beat me with a motherf**in' baseball bat\nIf I gave you a bomb that was nuclear armed\nYou could shoot it at me s**er and I wouldn't get harmed\nCause punk you can't stop me, bullets couldn't drop me\nStand on a mountain and still couldn't top me, huh\nYou think you'll beat me boy get it together\nCause I'll never be beat ya punk NEVER!!\n(*\"Bad motherf**er and you know this\" - cut and scratched*)\n(Ray Tyson)\nWhen you hear my beat thumpin' it's a maxium charge\nCause I'm the hip-hop hood, the record leader at large\nGot a PHD in hip-hop history\nA deadly boy not a toy but a poetry, PRODIGY!!\nYoung beat conisseur hummin' like a bird\nIt was true when you heard I'm the wiz a word\nYour eyes dilate, your ears drums expand\nWhen my voice comes through the speaker from the mic in my hand\nWoofers stompin' like thunder all about to explode\nThe needle on the nuance stuck in overload\nDon't laugh cause I'm serious mister mysterious\nDon't make me mad (why?) Cause I get furious\nCountless time after time just when you think I'm through\nI let my melody stretch to make more for you\nJust bust it cause I'm just too clever\nand I'll never be beat ya punk, NEVER!!\n[2pac]\nRhyme-fumble s**ers tumble, god damn I'm good\nSince I was born I was strong, always knew that I could\nDon't care anywhere any place I'll rock\nGive me a mic to light and competition will drop\nFast or slow, I'll go and no one is gonna stop me yo\nYou must be kiddin', you swear you're gonna drop me no\nWell sure as battlin' is bad for your health\nKnow you're confident my friend but don't fool yourself\nMy mic's a weapon, I'm steppin' with a capable rhyme\nYo, your time for playin' is over you got your crew I got mine\nNot braggin', I'm bad and I could only get better\nYour girl came on to me she wanted me I wouldn't let her\nDon't make sense to come against me and my man \"D\"\nHow it is, how it was, that's the way it'll be\nBut you still think you can beat me, huh, get it together\nCause I'll never be beat, never be beat, NEVER!!\n(Outro)\n(*\"Bad motherf**er and you know this\" - cut and scratched*)\nStricly Dope in the house, never be beat (not never)\nNever be beat, ay Roc man, check out the competition man\nNever be beat (not never), never be beat\n",
    "2pac - Never Be Peace lyrics": "[Featuring Marvelouz, Storm]\n(2Pac)\nNow of course I want peace on the streets\nBut realisticly\nPainting perfect pictures ain't never work\nMy mysery was so deep\nCouldn't sleep through all my preasures\nMy quest for cash\nI learned fast\nYou survive voilent measures\nMemorys of adalicent years\nTheir was unity\nBut after puperty we roll over\nTo our community\nSo many bodies dropping\nIts got to stop\nI want to help\nBut still I'm stepping\nKeeping my weapon\nMust protect myself\nPromise of a better tomorrow\nAin't never reaching\nPlus my teachers were to petrfied in cla** to teach me\nSipping thunderbird\nAnd grape kool-aid\nCalling Earl since my stomach was empty\nIt suduced me to f** the world\nWatch my lil homiez\nLose there child hood to guns\nNobody cries no more\nCause we all die for fun\nSo why you ask me if I want peace\nIf you can't grant it\nn***as fighting across the whole planet\nSo we can never be peace\n(Chorus)\nWe'll never be peace, or all we all just headed for doom, still\nCasumed\nBy the peace, and i'll know there never be peace, thats why I keep my\nPistol when i walk the streets cause there never be peace\n(Marvelouz)\nNo time to rest\nThey stressed out\nI can't remember the days my homie was here\nNow a days we live in fear\nThe stuggle is still here\nSo now who's grabbing there strap\nWho's getting bucked wild\nRepresenting the generation of k**ers\nWhen I was a child had many dreams\nReality kept me and my homiez stressing\nTyring to raise my baby girl to be the strongest\nKnow when I'm doing wrongest\nI never had a bright day\nJust drunkless smoking blunts\nGetting faded\nWishing my partna made it\nIf it was peace\nOr ???????????\nI know there will never be\nAll my tears were shed\nWhen I lost my homie number three\nIt's getting harder to see\nImpossibilty should we just face it\nCan't get through the pain\nBut still I can't erase it\nSo many trials and tribulations\nThings we facing\nWicked days\nCan't see no brighter days\nIt's time to chase it\nCross dreams\nCause the scene is when you never get by\nThats why I got to stay high\nYou'll never know when you'll die \n\n\n\nMy heart will never leave the ghetto\nI know to rise only in peace\nThats why I say\nThere ain't never going to be no peace\n(Chorus)\n(Storm)\nLiving life lonely\nBut I can't even cry\nCause visions of diseption\nAll around me\nGot my eyes full of despise\nWho can I trust\nWhy even try\nThey say the world is mine\nBut I know that's a lie\nLiving to die\nSet up from birth\nSteady dreaming\nWishing for better days\nBut all I see is demons\nClose my eyes\nReminisence of my childhood\nAll I felt was pain from my arrival\nNo memories of nothing nice\nNothing but blinded reminders of my future life\nI'm freaking out\nI'm getting closer to that other level\nWill I be strong with game\nOr just the heartless devil\nI hope I'm able to find peace in me\nCause theres a storm sixty four inches deep in me\nAnd I try to do the right thing\nBut it's the wrong thing\nThat seems to bring me right back\nTo this dirty game\nThere never be peace\nf** peace\n(Chorus) x3\n(2Pac)\nsh** f** peace, on the strength to my n***as get a peace, we can't\nHave\nPeace, how the f** we gonna live happy when we ain't got none, tear\nDrops and closed caskets, these mothaf**as are smiling but don't mean\nMuch, why cause I got to be a thug, see d** gonna turn this\nMothaf**n\nHead out, all us n***as acting up, wild a** mothaf**n adalicent\nThese\nn***as ain't got a childhood no more, how the f** can you have a\nChildhood when your at the funeral every f**n weekend, you\nMothaf**as\nAre talking about peace, n***as it ain't no mothaf**n peace, you\nAin't\nSeen the news mothaf**a, you ain't heard, little babies getting\nSmoked\nMothaf**as k**ing their whole family, little kids getting thrown off\nBuildings, mothaf**as getting abused, peace, n***as you out your\nMothaf**n mind, f** peace, we can't never have peace until you\nMothaf**as clean up this mess you made, d**hrow, until you clean up\nThe f**n dirt you dropped, till we get a peace, f** peace, westside\nd**hrow, Outlaw Immortals, Thug Life baby, you know we do this sh**\nThat was Storm, Marvelouz, and Pac\n(Chorus)",
    "2pac - Never Call U b**h Again lyrics": "(feat. Tyrese)\n[2Pac]\nWha**up Boo? Swear I'll never call you b**h again\nYou ain't f** with me, hehehe\nI swear I'll never call you b**h again\n(All I just wanna say is um, if I f**in apologized)\nI swear I'll never call you b**h again\n(I ain't mean to call you a b**h)\nI'll never call you b**h again\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nDamn - gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence\nI try to picture myself, in this position but remain silent\nI get to thinkin bout this sh**, we been through\nWe close like kin but you remain my friend to\nThis life of sin, done got the both of us in trouble\nBut you always stay down for a n***a, so that's why I love you\nReminiscin needin tissues, fightin over childish issues\nSwear I can't live witchu but withouchu every day I miss you\nWhen we roll you hold my pistol, my gangsta b**h-ich\nYou always in the mood for love, that's why I'm sleepin witchu\nThough not the man of your dreams, my plan and schemes\nTo be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free\nI see yesterday I called you names, and played games on yo' mind\nI promise that I'll change in time\nIt's a complicated world, so girl just be a friend\nI swear I'll never call you b**h again (and that's my word)\n[Chorus: Tyrese + (2Pac)]\nWe came.. too far..\nto throw it all away\n(I swear I'll never call you b**h again, believe me)\nWe came.. way too far pretty baby\nto throw it all away, throw it all away\n(I swear I'll never call you b**h again, heyyy)\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\nI wake up early in the mornin, at the crack of dawn\nn***a still tired so I'm yawnin, and now I'm gone\nTryin to get my money on strong, so an early riser\nOut befo' them other guys, that's the way to profit every time\nCan't get too close, my enemies, they see ghosts, they envy me\nPlus we been beefin with the East coast, with casualites \n\n\n\nGot stopped in traffic, had a warrant, so they gaffled me\nBut while I'm gone, watch my business, and my back for me\nMy enemies think they got me crossed, they ain't knowin\nAin't no love for player haters where you cowards goin\nYou paid bail, got me out of jail, home again\nI promise not to leave you on your own again\nCristal corks are popped, romantic, thoughts are dropped\nIt's so frantic but don't panic cause we crossed the top\nI found a partner and a rider, a woman and friend\nI swear I'll never call you b**h again, believe me\n[Chorus]\n['Pac speaks over Chorus]\nI know, I know\nAll that is dead though, I'm changed, I'm tellin you..\nI know what time it is, gotta give a n***a time\nto grow up y'knahmsayin? That was way back then\n[Tyrese]\nYou're my n***a, my best friend\nNever gonna call you, a b**h again\nYea yea yea\nOhhhhhhhhhh\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nWitness the evil men do, all this sh** I been through\nNever meant to hurt you, can we make this work boo?\nI know you been feelin pain, things are not the same\n\"Waitin to Exhale\" while I'm sittin in the county jail\nKeep yo' head up, cause things are gettin better\nMy cellmates shed tears off yo' last love letter\nTold 'em you would find a friend so keep yo' eyes peeled\nSorry if I cuss but it's the suffering that I feel\nWho can I trust and if I bust will she snitch\nEven though you ain't the type to trip\nSorry if I called you b**h\nYou showed me the definition of feminine\nThe difference between a pack of b**hes and black women\nI see the boss for the third time, hope to see you soon\nPictures of us kissin in the living room, in the nude\nThanks for bein there, much more than a friend\nI swear I'll never call you b**h again, believe me\n[Chorus + ad libs - repeat 2X]\n[Tyrese ad libs to fade]",
    "2pac - Never Call You b**h Again lyrics": "Wha**up Boo? Swear I'll never call you b**h again\nYou ain't f** with me, hehehe\nI swear I'll never call you b**h again\n(All I just wanna say is um, if I f**in apologized)\nI swear I'll never call you b**h again\n(I ain't mean to call you a b**h)\nI'll never call you b**h again Damn - gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence\nI try to picture myself, in this position but remain silent\nI get to thinkin bout this sh**, we been through\nWe close like kin but you remain my friend to\nThis life of sin, done got the both of us in trouble\nBut you always stay down for a n***a, so that's why I love you\nReminiscin needin tissues, fightin over childish issues\nSwear I can't live witchu but withouchu every day I miss you\nWhen we roll you hold my pistol, my gangsta b**h-ich\nYou always in the mood for love, that's why I'm sleepin witchu\nThough not the man of your dreams, my plan and schemes\nTo be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free\nI see yesterday I called you names, and played games on yo' mind\nI promise that I'll change in time\nIt's a complicated world, so girl just be a friend\nI swear I'll never call you b**h again (and that's my word) We came.. too far..\nTo throw it all away\n(I swear I'll never call you b**h again, believe me)\nWe came.. way too far pretty baby\nTo throw it all away, throw it all away\n(I swear I'll never call you b**h again, hey) I wake up early in the mornin, at the crack of dawn\nn***a still tired so I'm yawnin, and now I'm gone\nTryin to get my money on strong, so an early riser\nOut befo' them other guys, that's the way to profit every time\nCan't get too close, my enemies, they see ghosts, they envy me\nPlus we been beefin with the East coast, with casualites\nGot stopped in traffic, had a warrant, so they gaffled me\nBut while I'm gone, watch my business, and my back for me\nMy enemies think they got me crossed, they ain't knowin\nAin't no love for player haters where you cowards goin\nYou paid bail, got me out of jail, home again\nI promise not to leave you on your own again \n\n\n\nCristal corks are popped, romantic, thoughts are dropped\nIt's so frantic but don't panic cause we crossed the top\nI found a partner and a rider, a woman and friend\nI swear I'll never call you b**h again, believe me We came.. too far..\nTo throw it all away\n(I swear I'll never call you b**h again, believe me)\nWe came.. way too far pretty baby\nTo throw it all away, throw it all away\n(I swear I'll never call you b**h again, hey) I know, I know\nAll that is dead though, I'm changed, I'm tellin you..\nI know what time it is, gotta give a n***a time\nTo grow up why'knahmsayin? That was way back then You're my n***a, my best friend\nNever gonna call you, a b**h again\nYea yea yea\nOh Witness the evil men do, all this sh** I been through\nNever meant to hurt you, can we make this work boo?\nI know you been feelin pain, things are not the same\n\"Waitin to Exhale\" while I'm sittin in the county jail\nKeep yo' head up, cause things are gettin better\nMy cellmates shed tears off yo' last love letter\nTold 'em you would find a friend so keep yo' eyes peeled\nSorry if I cuss but it's the suffering that I feel\nWho can I trust and if I bust will she snitch\nEven though you ain't the type to trip\nSorry if I called you b**h\nYou showed me the definition of feminine\nThe difference between a pack of b**hes and black women\nI see the boss for the third time, hope to see you soon\nPictures of us kissin in the living room, in the nude\nThanks for bein there, much more than a friend\nI swear I'll never call you b**h again, believe me We came.. too far..\nTo throw it all away\n(I swear I'll never call you b**h again, believe me)\nWe came.. way too far pretty baby\nTo throw it all away, throw it all away\n(I swear I'll never call you b**h again, hey) We came.. too far..\nTo throw it all away\n(I swear I'll never call you b**h again, believe me)\nWe came.. way too far pretty baby\nTo throw it all away, throw it all away\n(I swear I'll never call you b**h again, hey)",
    "2pac - Never Dead lyrics": "[Biggie: Verse 1]\nAll I want is b**hes, big-booty b**hes\nUsed to sell crack, so I could stack my riches\nNow I pack gats to stop all the snitches\nFrom staying in my business, what is this, relentless\nApproach to know if I'm broke or not\nJust cause I joke and smoke a lot\nDon't mean I don't tote the Glock\n16 shots for my n***as in the pen\nUntil we motherf**ing meet again\nI'm doing rhymes now, f** the crimes now\nCome on the ave, I'm real hard to find now\nCause I'm knee-deep in the beats\nIn the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats\nFor the jackers, the jealous-a** crackers in the blue suits\nI'll make you prove that it's bulletproof\nHold your head, cause when you hit the bricks\nI got gin, mad blunts, and b**hes s**ing dick\nThe funk, baby\n[Chorus 2x}\nThey wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm losing my mind\nLook down the barrel of my 9, and my vision's blurry\nNever will I die, I'll be back\nReincarnated as a motherf**ing mack, put the pistol to my head\n[2pac: Verse 2]\nDamned if I don't, and damned if a n***a do\nNow watch a young motherf**er pull the trigger too\nRAISE UP, and don't let them see ya cry\nDry your eyes, young n***a time for do or die\nI pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock\nAin't no time for a n***a to even co*k sh**\nI done seen a motherf**er peep pain\nAt point blank range cause he slept on the game\nAin't a damn thing changed, they shakin' the dice\nNow roll em if you can't stand pain better hold em\nCause ain't no tellin' what ya might roll\nYou might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold\nYou better live ya life to the fullest\nBe quick to k** a bull got a pistol motherf**er better pull it\nAnd even if they k** me\nThey can never take the life of a young G\n[Chorus 2x]\n[Biggie: Verse 3]\nb**hes in the back looking righteous\nIn a tight dress, I think I might just\nHit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun\nAnd have fun with Jamaican rum\nConversation, blunts in rotation\nMy man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and \n\n\n\nWe're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking\nIf money smell bad, then this n***a Biggie stinking\nIs it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm\nShe grabbed my arm and said \"Let's leave calm\"\nI'm hitting skins again\nRolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken\nn***as start to loc out, a kid got choked out\nBlows was thrown and a f**ing fight broke out\n[2pac]\nI live Thug Life, and let the money come to me\nCause they can never take the game from a young G\n[Chorus]\n[2pac: Verse 4]\nStill on parole and I'm the first n***a servin'\nPour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it\nIf I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin'\nKinda boomin' round the way, think today I make a k**in'\nDressin' down like I'm dirty, but only on the block\nJust a clever disguise, to keep me runnin' from the cops\nGettin' high I think I'll die if I don't get no ends\nI'm in a bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz\nI hit the strip I let my music buck\nDrinkin' liquor and I'm lookin' for a b**h to f**\nRather die makin' money, than live poor and legal\nAs I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo\n[Biggie: Verse 5]\nSo I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side\nHow I smoked funk, smacked b**hes on the backside\nBed-Stuy: the place where my head rests\n50-shot clip if a n***a want test\nThe rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya\nHigh as a motherf**ing helicopter\nThat's why I pack a Nina, f** a misdeameanor\nBeating motherf**ers like Ike beat Tina\n[2pac: Verse 6]\nThey couldn't tell me nothin', they all tried to help to help me\nThe marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy\nI traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year\nI felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here\nNever did like the police, let the whole world know\nNow I gets no peace, cause they chasin' me down\nAnd facin' me now, what do I do?\nThese things that a Thug goes through\nAnd still I rise",
    "2pac - Never Had A Friend Like Me lyrics": "Never\nYou ain't never had a friend like me\nBelieve dat\nCause you ain't never had a friend like me\nSee at night i watch the sky\nI take another breath\nI smoke my newport to the bu*t\nLike it's the last muthaf**er left\nJust me and you evading enemies\nLet you get my last shot of hennessy\nAin't never had a friend like me\nRemember memories so vividly\nWas once a little dust kicker now becomes a g\nWho can i call when they all fall\nCollect calls to my dogs from the county jail\nSendin me mail\nHeard the blocks in the same shape\nAin't nothing changed\nn***az slangin at the same place\nThe same faces\nWe suppose to always hate are foes\nThis life style is forever\nWatch the game unfold\nSheddin crocodile tears\nJust got life plus\nAnd you wonder if these white judges like us\nJust stay strong\nWe'll appeal\nn***a you'll be free\nDown with cha to the very end\nCause you ain't never had a friend like me\n(chorus 2x)\nI'm down for you so ride with me\nMy enemies your enemies\nCause you ain't never had a friend like me\nNobody knows where we'll be\nMy enemies your enemies\nCause you ain't never had a friend like me\nHow can i be blamed\nForgive me lord i'm insane\nIn search of fame\nWon't hurt to change\nFollow in the foot steps of past dealers\nEquipped with ski masks\nNo witnesses, as we blast fearless\nReckon now they feel us\nMore casualties\nNo survivors\nAny man that defies us\nQuickly dies\nCuz we ridahs\nIn my quest for chips\nWe wear vest\nEquipped with automatic fire\nWe reply when my enemies trip\n\n\n\nMe and you against the nation\nWhispering while we conversatin\nCuz n***az died over information\nHow much more can we take?\nExpect us all to wait\nThe world ain't ready for us yet\nSo lets make clinton pay\n(ha ha)\nThey never wanted us to make it\nEverything that we posses\nWe had to fight and take it\nI think the president is smokin weed\nBunpin this beat\nMakin a livin out my misery\nTill he got a friend like me\n(chorus 2x)\nPromise to visit\nI know it's rough in your cell\nRecieving mail to the county jail\nThis is heel\nWhen i was young, i could picture livin\nIn luxury\nSo how the f** did i end up in prison ?\nf**in snitches\nThey got me crossed by my own side\nI found him by his self\nNo drama, he alone die\nNobody cry\nShould have never testified\nYou got my n***a 25\nSo now i sacrifice your life\nHelp to seperate me from my dog\nBroken ties\nWhy the f** should i let you live?\nWhen i'm dead inside\nRapid fire my delivery\nI'm bustin at their whole crew\nn***a remember me\nHit up my outlaw set\nThen throw my pistol in the ocean\nDitch my ski mask\nAnd get to straight coastin\nIt's visitin day at san quinton\nAlways there to see your closes row dog\nCuz you ain't never had a friend like me\n(chorus 4x)\nCome after us best be complete\nMy enemies your enemies\nCause you ain't never had a friend like me\nNobody knows where we'll be\nMy enemies your enemies\nCause you ain't never had a friend like me\nYou ain't never had a friend like me\n(till song fades)\n",
    "2pac - New Rules lyrics": "[Verse 1: Kid Abyss]\nFeel the cold wind exit Roman Temple\nHang a poster saying the Rapture won't k** you\nThat's a myth everybody know that\nPull it off the hip, everybody bag back\nBacklash got them n***as yelling Kat Stacks\nTalking sh** behind your back but in your face they saying nothin...\nBreak the silence of exercising the liars who excavate\nTerrorizing the paparazzi\nThat's watching with no indictment\nRefusing to tell the world that\nWe rising onto the top\nAnd we climbing no slipping\nPaper Trail yea we winning\nRIP to Aaliyah\nWhat's a wanna be k**a\nWhat's the point of a pistol if you a man put ya dukes up\nSwag as old as Methuselah\nCheetah print on my sticker\nFeel like time flying by\nI'm just riding her bumper\nSinners locate vulnerability, Like there's no spirit inside me\nHelp me bring higher knowledge\nLess talk, and more physical violence\nLust is a sin...\nLove is within...\nNew rules of society is count your bless sins... Uh\nThough intentions not enough\nYall cringe and be a powerpuff\nNo disrespect to s**ualities\nThe casualties so AP and futuristic Like artistic poetry\nPaint Mona Lisa no refurbished counterfeits\nOf aberration type of pleasure desperate to give it up\n[Kid Abyss & 2Pac]\nAfter I nut I hit the highway, see ya later\nTo all the players watch the fly way a n***a played her\nThe b**h is tellin' all her homies, that I can f** her \n\n\n\nLike no other now them other b**hes wanna bone me\nI'm under pressure gettin' drunk, somebody help me\nI drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy\nI see my enemies they creepin', don't make me blast\nI watch the five-oh's roll, the motherf**ers pa**\nBy me like they know me, smilin' as they laugh\nI put up my middle finger then I dash\nn***as don't like me cause I'm Thuggin', and everyday\n[Kid Abyss]\nI'm a hustla looking to get paid\nFor a lil n***a\nRide bigger\nShot Pac no Biggie\nLmfao I'm returning with my n***a Diggy\nTalking so negligent\nOptimistic prerequisites\nPeople Judge but fill empathy and w\nWisdom into a soul quenching negativity\nIs powerful beyond measure\nCan we over come is the one we can't answer\nBands will\nMake her dance\nOn top of the world\nDealing silence to all the playas playing beautiful girls\n..Then I swerve\nOn the next spot\nGrid locking prostitutes\nWant Line after line after line like a blooper shoot\nDedicate everything in these songs take it to the roots\nWhen history of Hip Hop beef became original\nBut critical\nWhen sh** goes down you know what n***as do\nRunning ducking and hiding\nMore times than Tom and Jerry do\nThe rules is stand up And say it with your chest\nBut these n***as bees fake like Lil Kim's chest",
    "2pac - New System lyrics": "[Martin Luther King, Jr.]\nI may not get there with you\nBut I want you to know tonight\nThat we, as a people, will get to the Promised Land\n\u2026\nSo I'm happy, tonight\nI'm not worried about anything\nI'm not fearing any man\nMine eyes have seen the glory\n[Makaveli]\nn***as just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked a** n***a sh**\n...\nPlease tell me what's a n***a to do and it's true\nAin't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through\nNow first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed\nA loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip\nOne motherf**er from the underground\nAnd Big Stretch buckin' n***as if they f** around\n(Yo, why ya'll got beef with police?)\nAin't that a b**h them motherf**ers gotta beef with me\nThey make it hard for me to sleep\nI wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep\nI guess it's hard for you to see\nBut now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherf**ers blamin' me\nI got the right to bear a pistol\nAnd when them punk motherf**ers get to trippin' I got sh** too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\n[Malcolm X]\nWho taught you to hate the texture of your hair?\nWho taught you to hate the color of your skin?\nTo such extent you bleach, to get like the white man\nWho taught you to hate the shape of your nose\nAnd the shape of your lips?\nWho taught you to hate yourself\nFrom the top of your head to the soles of your feet?\n[Nas]\nThey plan was to knock me out the top of the game\nBut I overstand they truth is all lame\nI hold cannons that shoot balls of flames\nRight in they fat mouth then I carve my name\nNas \u2013 too real, Nas \u2013 true king\nIt's however you feel, go 'head, you swing\nYour arms too short to box with God\nI don't... soloists, only...\nFame went to they head, so now it's \"... Nas\"\nYesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys\nI seen it coming, soon as I popped my first bottle\nI spotted my enemies tryna do what I do\nCame in with my style, so I fathered you\nI kept changing on the world since \"Barbeque\"\nNow you wanna hang with ... I hung with\n... I hit, it's funny I once said, if I..\n[Martin Luther King, Jr.]\nA long life; longevity\nHas its place\nBut I'm not concerned about that now\nI just want to do God's will\nAnd He's allowed me to go up to the mountain\nAnd I've looked over\nAnd I've seen the Promised Land\nI may not get there with you\nBut I want you to know tonight\nThat we, as a people, will get to the Promised Land\n[Biggie]\nYeah yeah yeah\n...\nI was a terror since the public school era\nBathroom pa**es, cuttin cla**es, squeezing a**es \n\n\n\nSmoking blunts was a daily routine\nSince thirteen, a chubby n***a on the scene\nI used to have the tre` duce\nAnd the deuce deuce in my bubblegoose\nNow i got a mac in my knapsack\nLoungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts\nAnd sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks\nHoneys want to chat\nBut all we wanna know is \"Where the party at?\"\nAnd can i bring my gat?\nIf not, I hope I don't get shot\nBut i throw my vest on my chest\n'Cause n***as is a mess\nIt don't take nothin' but frontin'\nFor me to start somethin'\nBuggin' and barkin' at n***as like i was duck huntin'\nDumbing out, just me and my crew\nCause all we wanna do is\u2026\n[Malcolm X]\n???\n[Jay Z]\nThat's how I live for a n***a\n...\nThings just ain't the same for gangstas\nBut I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters\nAll of these rap singers claiming they bangers\nDoing all sorts of twisted sh** with their fingers\nDisrespecting the game, no home training or manners\nI was doing this sh** when you was sh**ting your Pampers\nI was moving them grams before you knew what a hand in hand was\nDucking the vans, radars, the scanners\nBefore you knew what \"hard white\" or \"tan\" was\nI was hitting the turnpike, aight, with the bammers\nI was nice with my hands, cuz aight with them hammers\nI was pricking my finger before you knew what a \"Fam\" was\nI had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\n300 mil later, now you understand us\nY'all ain't see us coming through Vegas\nYou ever seen so much cham' bust in one night, grand f**ed up one fight\nI was on the Peter Pan bus\nYou was putting Peter Pan up in your room, y'all f**ing with whom?\nAllow me to retort\nYou cowards is just now learning the sh** that we taught\nYou n***as ain't know about a Robb Report\nAbout a high speed Porsche, i.e\nYou n***as ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door\nLike Eric B. for Pres, respect me in this b**h!\nYou can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut\nYou was s**ing 'em so long, f**ing your little neck up\nNow you too big for your britches, you got a few little b**hes\nYou think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous\nI blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\nIt's only right I got the right to be king\nn***as that got life really like what I sing\nCause they know what it's really like, n***as feel my pain\nKnow the sh** I don't write be the illest sh** that's ever been recited\nIn the game word to the hyphen in my name!\nJ-A-Y\nDash\nHoffa\nThe past, present, n***a the future\nProper\nThe holy trinity of hip-hop is us\nWe give Dre his props but that's where it stops\nIt's the Roc",
    "2pac - New York lyrics": "Big L:\nI drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain\nYou still fear, cause I be hangin in Harlem and my sh** is for real here\nIf you battle L you picked the wrong head\nI smash mics like cornbread, you can't k** me I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and k** pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin, I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sherriff in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n2Pac:\nNow sh**'s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots\nCan't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops\nBlack male slipping in hail when will we prevail\nFearing jail but crack sales got me living well\nAnd the system's suicidal with this Thug's Life\nStaying strapped forever trapped in this drug life\nGod help me, cause I'm starving, can't get a job\nSo I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard\nCan't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt\nPut in work and shed tears for my dead peers\nMislead from childhood where I went astray\nTill this day I still pray for a better way\nCan't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke\nFrom the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark\nCouldn't quit the bullsh** make me represent\nHit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went\nIn my heart, I felt alone out here on my own\nI close my eyes and picture home\nBig L:\nAiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks\nL keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks\nAnd every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\nSome brothers'd still be vergins if the crack never came out\nI got the wild style, always been a foul child\nMy guns go boom-boom, and yo' guns go wow-pow\nI'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin\nFront and get half the bones in your body broken\nAnd when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie\nI got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie\nI run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin dirty chicks\nGot thirty-five bodies, Buddy don't make it thirty-six\nBiggie:\nI know how it feel to wake up f**ed up\nPockets broke as hell, another rock to sell\nPeople look at you like youse the user\nSelling d** to all the losers, mad buddha abuser\nBut they don't know about your stress-filled day \n\n\n\nBaby on the way mad bills to pay\nThat's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce\nAnd wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, sssh**\nI remember I was just like you\nSmokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's\nCause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G\nI got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me\nShe was forced to kick me out, no doubt\nThen I figured out nicks went for twenty down South\nPacked up my tools for my raw power move\nGlock nineteen for casket and flower moves\nFor chumps tryin to stop my flow\nAnd what they don't know will show on the autopsy\nWent to see Papi, to cop me a brick\nAsked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it\nSmoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court\nFor an a**ault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York\nCatch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man\nYou better have your gat in hand, cause man\nJadakiss:\nUh, I learnt the game, I know what I want and I'm in it\nThe time is now, it's gonna be up in a minute\nYou look a ***** in the eye, you could tell if he tinted\nThese fake rappers gettin by with these hell of a gimmicks\nThey act like it's all love, only love is your money\nSo when it's over *****, are you a thug or a dummy\nI'm neither, but I been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever\nAnd I ain't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya\nAnd f*** rap I make mills of reefer\nI'm a man first, tired of punchin *****z, so I'mma shoot *****z cuz my hands hurt\nAnd God is great, guard ya space\nOne hand wash the other, both wash the face\nAnd I head crack so much, it's hard to ace\n.38 revolver flow, its hard to trace, what!\nFat Joe:\nn***a I can see the coke in your nose\nThis ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe\nAnd I was just about to find God\nBut now that Mase is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage\nAnd everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit\nBut we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray sh**\nNot me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like\n\"Naw n***a, Joe gonna let em loose on me\"\nTrue Story, I'm bringin the T back\nEven Roy Jones was forced to \"Lean Back\"\nMy n***a Dre said grind cook\nNow we k**in them hard n***as, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book\nGot b**hes on top of the Phantom\nAnd the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn\nCook coke, crack, n***as fiend for that\nAnd you already know the x is where the team be at",
    "2pac - New York [DVD] lyrics": "Yo be (turn your speakers up man)\nTurn your speakers up money!\nYo God! (Yo God?)\nYo I got mad sk**s.\nIsn't that money?\n[Chorus: Snoop]\nNew York New York big city of dreams\n\n\n\nAnd everything in New York ain't always what it seems\nYou might get fooled if you come from out of town\nBut I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound",
    "2pac - Nightmares (Dedicated 2 Those Curious) lyrics": "I pour my heart in2 this poem\nand look 4 the meaning of Life\nthe rich and powerful always prevail\nand the less fortunate strive through strife\nMISTAKES R MADE 2 be 4given\nwe R 2 young 2 stress and suffer\nThe path of purity and positivity\nhas always ridden rougher \n\n\n\nYour insatiable desire 2 find perfection\nHas made your faults magnify\ncuriosity can take Blame\nFor the evil that makes u cry\nIt isn't a good feeling when u disobey your Heart\nThe nightmares haunt your Soul and your nerves R ripped apart",
    "2pac - Nitz R US lyrics": "\n\n\n\nHey Girl, YOu Should Know me..........",
    "2pac - No Mercy lyrics": "Tell me about these fake a** b**hes\n[2Pac]\nLook here little n***a\nMost of these n***as be b**hes too\nBut you'll never hear that side of the story\nSo uhh, we finna do this sh** like this\nIt's like I tell my n***as, keep your eyes on these b**hes\nThey love to G a n***a young dumb and gettin riches\nWhat the f** you think a trick is n***a\nn***a done stick and wet his dick\nAnd then get tricked out all his riches by a -- b*tch!\nI'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya\nThink you alla that just cause she let a n***a toss her\nIt's like a motherf**in priveledge\nSo don't give up your conversation, give that b**h your 7 digits\nWhen she call ya, ask that tramp wha**up\nAnd if she hesitate, n***a hang up, worrrd up\nAnd let that b**h meditate to the dial tone\nAnd call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on\nA motherf**ing mack tonight\nStay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight\nYou f**in punks, I hate you snitches\nWent against the grain and the game to be fake a** b**hes\n(God, damn! You can't just hit them n***as with that game\nAnd expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless\nBut we gonna kick this sh** like this here)\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\nI can't stand fake a** b**hes\nLyin a** n***as and you punk a** snitches\n[repeat 2X]\nTime to show these bustas who's boss\nRun up on a real motherf**er and get tossed \n\n\n\nThe game is deep, and thicker than a motherf**in jimmy\nBroke hoes runnin round yellin \"Gimme!\"\nI can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man\nsh** all I wanted her to do is s** my DICK\nSo how about hittin a motherf**er on my pager\nBusy now b**h but you can give me the p**y later\nFly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega\nf**in with the player that done made her, huh\nAnd I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money\nGot the dick and now you get the pistol honey (b**h)\nSo get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked\nSo where the motherf**in hoes at?\nPunk n***as can't fade the mack, livin fat\nGettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherf**in b**hes\nOh you too n***a, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk a**\nYou old fake a** n***a\nStandin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that\nYou soft as a motherf**in grape\nAin't this a motherf**in b**h\nI can see right through your flower a**\nSome of these n***as is b**hes too, man I tell ya\nIt's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'\nBut we gonna do this sh**\nY'all take this sh** and you play this sh** for every single\nFake a** b**h out there\nAnd there's plenty of em\nYou probably got one sittin next to you right now\nBobbin his fake a** head to this, dope a** sh** that he listenin to\nFake a** motherf**in b**h, die in ninety-four",
    "2pac - No More Pain lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nHey DeVante\nn***a, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every b**h in the country\nMe and you, up in the same motherf**in room\nOn the same level\nThis sh** here, hahahaha\nPlease, no more pain\nThat's right n***a\nHey drop that sh** boy\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nMy adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes\nMy lyrics explode on contact, gamin you hoes\nWho else but Mama's only son, f** the phony n***az I'm the one\nSay my name, watch b**hes come, now fire\nwhen ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed\nMake you motherf**ers bleed from your mouth quicker\nPlus all these n***az that you run with, be on some dumb sh**\nTrick on the hoes, I ain't the one b**h\nHolla my name and witness game official, it's so sick\nHave every single b**h that came witchu, on my dick\nPlus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased\nI'm movin you stupid b**hes, vicious telekenesis\nAm I reachin your brain? n***a how can I explain?\nHow vicious this Thug motherf**er came\nWhen I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name\nAffiliated with this motherf**in game, with no more pain\n[Chorus: (interpretation of Method Man's \"Bring the Pain\")]\nI came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain\nLet's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) [variations]\n[repeat 4X]\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\nLine up my adversaries, blast on sight, and f** your boyfriend\nb**h, I want some a** tonight, you know my steelo\nAlize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the\nsure you've heard of all the freaky sh** they say about me, huh\nPlus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast\nI dare you n***az to open fire, I'll murder that a**\nAnd disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock's spittin rounds\nn***az fallin down clutchin they stomach\nIt's Westside, d**h Row, Thug n***az on the rise\nBusters shot me five times, real n***az don't die\nCan ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me\nSpit the secret to war, so cowards fear me\nMy only fear of d**h is reincarnation\nHeart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation\nAnd feelin no more pain\n[Chorus 4X]\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nBury me that's what they all say, it's time to make a k**in\nSure to make a million with DeVante \n\n\n\nb**h I know you want me, what your mouth say? Now, watch your eyes\nYou don't wanna get with me, that's a lie\nI got my hands on your hips, no time to bullsh**\nFreaky b**h, come give me kiss\nTell them n***az from other areas, brothers from here\nSo obsessed with this money makin it ain't nothin we fear\nNow they label me a troublemaker, cause I'm a ridah\nd**h to you playa haters, don't let me find ya\nMama made me rugged, baptised the public\nNow you hard thugs, n***a don't you love it\nIt's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must\nWasn't too sure what you facin so watch the guns bust\nYou n***az'll bleed, f**in with me you'll be deceased\nNever restin in peace n***a, with no more pain\n[Chorus 8X]\n[Tupac talking over the chorus]\nHahahahaha, yeah n***a, yeah! Hahahaha\nNo more pain\nIt's just like that n***a, like that yeah\nNo more pain\nMotherf**ers can't handle that sh**\nMuch too much for these b**hes\nNo more pain\nFeel me n***a? Feel me?\nHow you figure you can f** with me?\nFully automatic type sh**\nNo more pain\nCoward a** n***az, cowards\nCome put your mouth on this pistol n***a\nCome put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain\nClose your eyes n***a, do it\nDie in the dark, no more pain\nd**h Row, so what you motherf**ers do?\nHey that's DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH\nIn case you wonderin\nAnd jealous n***az, hahaha, see y'all n***az\nMotherf**in n***az are sh**\nHey\n[chorus being whispered in the background]\nWestsiiiiiide! d**h to everybody that ain't down with me\nThat's on, feel me? Hahaha\nOh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean\nJust feel that, Thug Life, sh** don't stop\nMotherf**ers got Downs Syndrome, motherf**ers\nWeak a** n***az, skanless c*nts, f**in C.E..O.'s\nPut your mouth on this pistol n***a\nPut your mouth on the pistol!\nHahahaha, yeah n***a no more pain\nPrison ain't changed me n***a, it made me worse\nFeel me n***a, haha\nNo more pain\nHey DeVante I'm givin these motherf**ers choices\nn***az can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us\nThat's on you n***a, what you wanna do?\nLast year we was lettin these n***az kick up dust\nThis year you motherf**ers gonna be dust\nThug Life n***a Westsiiiiide!",
    "2pac - No Role Modelz (Remix) lyrics": "[Intro (Remix): Notorious B.I.G. *2Pac*]\n*Part 2*\nThis album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothing\n*Gotta hit you with a hot track*\nDown to the east coast to the\n*Westside!*\nI'm blowing up like you thought I would, like you thought I would\n[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]\nIt was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\u2028Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\u2028Hangin' pictures on my wall\u2028Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\u2028I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\u2028Smoking weed on Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\u2028Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\u2028With the hat to match\u2028Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha\u2028You never thought that hip hop would take it this far\u2028Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight\u2028Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade\u2028Born sinner, the opposite of a winner\u2028Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\u2028Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri\u2028Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\n[Intro (No Role Modelz): J. Cole]\nFirst things first: Rest In Peace Uncle Phil, for real\u2028You the only father that I ever knew\u2028I get my b**h pregnant, I'mma be a better you\u2028Prophecies that I made way back in the Ville, fulfilled\u2028Listen even back when we was broke my team ill\u2028Martin Luther King would have been on Dreamville\u2028Talk to a n***a...\n[Pre-Hook: J. Cole]\u2028One time for my LA sisters\u2028One time for my LA hoes\u2028Lame n***as can't tell the difference\u2028One time for a n***a who know\n[Hook: J. Cole & ApolloX]\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\n[Verse 2: ApolloX]\u2028Yeah!\nY'all motherf**as know I'm in the building right now\nEverybody pulling out the f**ing rillos right now\nWhen they see me in the game they gonna know that I don't got nobody by my side, except one!\nThere go the guns! Shooting up while I'm heading to the top\nI ain't never gonna stop and you ain't never gonna pop\nOff at the handle, light my candle, hit you with the sandal\nOr as she say, chancla\nWill they get hotter?\nOr will they just stop her?\nCalling me Harry Potter\nBut then I copped her\nDidn't say nothing so I locked her\nNow she here motivating me so I get on top yeah\nThey don't believe in me but I really don't care\nThis my dream and I'll make it with no affair\nDon't be scared just remember that I told you\nIma make it I won't break it\nIf I do then Ima fake it\nRake it up and fade to black\nDon't nobody want that crack\nBest if I don't slack\nEverybody go attack a town\nWhile I sit here with my uncle while he smoke a f**ing blackymount \n\n\n\n[Pre-Hook: J. Cole]\u2028One time for my LA sisters\u2028One time for my LA hoes\u2028Lame n***as can't tell the difference\u2028One time for a n***a who know\u2028\u2028[Hook: J. Cole & ApolloX]\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nNow, ever since a n***a was a seed\u2028Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary\u2028Still ballin', ridin' on these n***as \u2018cause they lame\u2028In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game\u2028Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug n***a\u2028Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers\u2028Tell me if it's on, n***a, then we first to bomb\u2028Bust on these b**h-made n***as, hit 'em up, Westside!\u2028Ain't nobody loved me as a broke n***a\u2028Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke n***as\u2028I love my females strapped, then f** her from the back\u2028I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at ridin'\u2028Pa**ed by while these n***as wondered why\u2028I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try\u2028Did I cry? Hell nah, n***a, tears shed, for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead n***a\nCHECK IT!\n[Bridge: J. Cole, ApolloX *2Pac* & (Notorious B.I.G)]\u2028Fool me one time, shame on you *Westside!*\u2028Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you\u2028Fool me three times, f** the peace sign\u2028Load the chopper, let it rain on you\n(Relax and take notes!)\u2028Fool me one time, shame on you *Haha*\u2028Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you *You know!*\u2028Fool me three times, f** the peace sign\u2028Load the chopper, let it rain on you\u2028\u2028[Verse 4: J. Cole]\u2028My only regret was too young for Lisa Bonet\u2028My only regret was too young for Nia Long\u2028Now all I'm left with is hoes from reality shows\u2028Hand her a script the b**h probably couldn't read along\u2028My only regret was too young for Sade Adu\u2028My only regret could never take Aaliyah home\u2028Now all I'm left with is hoes up in Greystone\u2028With the stale face cause they know it's they song\u2028She shallow, but the p**y deep (she shallow, she shallow)\u2028She shallow, but the p**y deep (she shallow, she shallow)\u2028She shallow, but the p**y deep (she shallow, she shallow)\u2028She shallow, but the p**y deep (she shallow, she shallow)\u2028\u2028[Hook]\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved\u2028Don't save her\u2028She don't wanna be saved",
    "2pac - No Way Out lyrics": "[Intro: Dr Dre and 50 Cent]\nHa ha\nI'm back, ba*tards!\n(Oh yeah)\nWhen the chips were down you just laughed at us\nNow you 'bout to feel the f**ing wrath of Aftermath, f*ggots!\n(Feels good)\n[Verse 1: 50 Cent]\nListen you can call me what you want, black and ugly\nBut you can't convince me the Lord don't love me\nWhen my cds drop, they sell the best\nYou call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed\nI'm a track-star, running through life, chasing my dream\nBest deal I made was trading the mic for that triple beam\nI zone off thinking is there really heaven or hell\nSo what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell\nI need no answers to these questions, 'cause time will tell\nGot a date with destiny, she's more than a girl\nDon't much good come from me, but my music\nIs a gift given from God so I'ma use it\nI put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day\nIf times are hard, when you hear it, know you'll be okay\nA old G told me God's favorites have a hard time\nYou out the hood, that's good now stay on the grind\n[Hook: 50 Cent]\nSome days, I'm in the crowd all by myself\nBunch of n***as around I'm still by myself\nThese days its hard to tell who really cares for me\nSo you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me\nI drift off on a cloud by myself\nThinking bout nothing more than life, what else\nThese days its hard to tell who really cares for me\nSo you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me\n[Verse 2: 2pac]\nSometimes its hard to wake up in the morning\nMind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore\nGot me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming\nCause they seeing destruction before they a see human being\nSo they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day\nUntil we learn to pray, keep our families in shape\nCause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die\nBefore we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns\nSmoking weed, can all make a change\nSo I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold\nWith my heart open, greed, brings only misery \n\n\n\nA way to tragedy, so I stay s**er free\nOnly a few chosen, rise (rise)\nMy ghetto queen, rise (rise)\nDon't be afraid to try (try)\nToo many of us died to the door to open wide\nMy brother be wise, stay focused on the prize\nThough everybody dies\n[Hook: 50 Cent]\nSome days, I'm in the crowd all by myself\nBunch of n***as around I'm still by myself\nThese days its hard to tell who really cares for me\nSo you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me\nI drift off on a cloud by myself\nThinking bout nothing more than life, what else\nThese days its hard to tell who really cares for me\nSo you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me\n[Verse 3: Eminem]\nMy friends can't understand this new me\nThat's understandable, man, but think how bananas you'd be\nYou'd be an animal too, if you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo\nAnd everybody's looking at you, what you want me to do?\nI'm starting to live like a recluse and the truth is\nFame's starting to give me an excuse to be at a all time low\nI sit alone in my home theater watching the same damn DVD\nOf the first tour, the last tour he was still alive\nAnd it hurts so I fast forward, sleeping pills will make me feel alright\nAnd if I'm still awake in the middle of the night\nI'll just take a couple more, yeah you're motherf**ing right\nI ain't slowing down for no one, I am almost homeward bound\nAlmost in a coma, yeah homie come on dole 'em out\nDaddy, don't you die on me, daddy, better hold your ground\nf**, don't I know the sound of that voice\nYeah baby hold me down\n[Hook: 50 Cent]\nSome days, I'm in the crowd all by myself\nBunch of n***as around I'm still by myself\nThese days its hard to tell who really cares for me\nSo you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me\nI drift off on a cloud by myself\nThinking bout nothing more than life, what else\nThese days its hard to tell who really cares for me\nSo you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me",
    "2pac - No Win lyrics": "Backed into a corner\nalone and very confused\nTired of running away\nMy manhood has been abused\nNot my choice to be so blunt\nBut you must fight fire with flame \n\n\n\nI allowed myself to run once\nand was haunted by the shame\nif I must k** I will and if I must do it again\nI would but the situation is a no-win",
    "2pac - No-Win (Dream poem) lyrics": "Backed into a corner\nalone and very confused\nTired of running away\nMy manhood has been abused\nNot my choice 2 be so blunt\nBut u must fight fire with flame \n\n\n\nI allowed myself 2 run once\nand was haunted by the shame\nif I must k** I will and if I must do it again\nI would but the situation is a no-win",
    "2pac - None lyrics": "Empty",
    "2pac - Nothin But Love lyrics": "Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on ya\nGive a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners\nI remember drinkin' Hennesey, smokin' weed\nFantasize about the things we'd grow to be\nHad a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank\nSmoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank\nShooting craps in the alley til they chased us off\nPour a little for my homies but don't waste it all\nOoh wee, who popped that coochie best?\nOn my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest\nHaving house parties in a crowded spot\nAnd you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot\nEverybody wanna dance when the slow jam come\nlookin' dumb, 'cause you waitin' for your chance to hump\nStraight grindin', everybody havin' fun\nAnd it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun\n'Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over\nHe had to act a fool now the party's over\nGun shots rang like it's thunder\nAnd everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a number\nSays she got a man but she's lying\nWhy? I seen her talking to this other guy and,\nHe's a dealer so you know she gonna sweat him\nI ain't trippin' I just hope he get 'em, I got nothin' but love\nAin't got nothin' but love for ya\nI'm down for yours, nothin' but love\nAin't got nothin' but love for ya\nI'm down for yours, nothin' but love\nAin't got nothin' but love for ya\nI'm down for yours, nothin' but love\nAin't got nothin' but love for ya\nI'm down for yours, nothin' but love\nI love to go back, to the block I got my game from\nAnd pay respect to the place that I came from\n'Cause uh, old man still drinkin', his breath still stinkin'\nHe'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin'\nBut I can't diss him he's my elder\nHe been livin' here longer what that tell ya?\nAnd little girls playin' double dutch\nStill blush, 'cause she don't get in trouble much\nIt's uh, ponytails and barrettes\nI gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set \n\n\n\nAnd little boys playin stick ball, quick y'all\nGet out the street before they hit y'all\nAnd as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss\nAnd wonder how we came to this\nI help an old lady across the street, the cost is free\nI can't take what she offers me\nAnd this is how the world could be\nThis is how the world should be\nFeels good to be back on the streets\n'Cause I know they got love for me, nothin' but love\nAin't got nothin' but love for ya\nI'm down for yours, nothin' but love\nWhen I was young I used to want to be a dealer see\n'Cause the gold and cars they appealed to me\nI saw our brothers getting rich slangin' crack to folks\nAnd the square's getting big for these sack of dope\nStarted thinking bout a plan to get paid myself\nSo I made myself, raised myself\nTil the dealer on the block told me, \"That ain't cool\nYou ain't meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool\"\nI got my game about women from a prostitute\nAnd way back used to rap on the block for loot\nI tried to make my way legit, ha ha\nBut it was hard, 'cause rhymes don't pay the rent\nAnd uh, it was funny how I copped out\nI couldn't make it in school, so finally I dropped out\nMy family on welfare\nI'm steady thinking, since don't nobody else care\nI'm out here on my own\nAt least in jail I have a meal and I wouldn't be alone\nI'm feelin' like a waste, tears rollin' down my face\n'Cause my life is filled with hate\nUntil I looked around me\nI saw nothing but family, straight up down for me\nPanthers, Pimps, Pushers and Thugs\nHey yo, that's my family tree, I got nothin' but love\nAin't got nothin' but love for ya\nI'm down for yours, nothin' but love\nAin't got nothin' but love for ya\nAin't got nothin' but love for ya\nAin't got nothin' but love for ya\nAin't got nothin' but love for ya",
    "2pac - Nothing Can Come Between Us: 4 John lyrics": "let's not talk of money\nlet us forget the world\n4 a moment let's just revel\nin our eternal comradery\nin my Heart I know\nthere will never be a day\nthat I don't remember\nthe times we shared\nu were a friend\nwhen I was at my lowest\nand being a friend 2 me\nwas not easy or fashionable \n\n\n\nregardless of how popular\nI become u remain\nmy unconditional friend\nunconditional in its truest sense\nDid u think I would forget\nDid u 4 one moment dream\nthat I would ignore u\nif so remember this from here 2 forever\nnothing can come between us",
    "2pac - Nothing To Lose lyrics": "The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out\nStuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out\nPray to my God everyday but he don't listen\nThe poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen\nListen I can hear her crying in the bedroom\nPraying for money we never think would she be dead soon\nAm I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else\nAt 13 can't feed myself\nCan I blame daddy 'cause he left me\nWish he would've helped me\nToo much like him 'til my mama don't love me\nOn my own at a early age gettin' paid\nAnd I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid\nWhere did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets\nRunning with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?\nCan't turn back my eyes on the prize\nI got nothing to lose\nEverybody gotta die\nSay good-bye to the bad guy\nThat one you f**ed when you pa**ed by\nBuck buck from a Glock\nTempered gla** fly\nDo or Die walk a mile in my shoes\nAnd you'd be crazy too\nWith nothing to lose\nI got nothing to lose (That's why I got gang related)\nGot nothing to lose\nNothing to lose\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings\nThough I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection\nFrom the barrel of the Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my n***as in the pen'\nHere we go again\nAin't nothing separating us from a mack 10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustla' older\nStraight soldier bucking at them bustas\nNo matter how you try n***as never die\nWe just retaliate with hate then we multiply\nSee me striking down the block hittin' co'ners\nMobbin' like a motherf**a' livin' like I want to\nAin't no stoppin' at the red lights I'm sideways\nThug Life muthaf**a crime pays \n\n\n\nLet the cops put they lights on\nChase me n***as\nZig-zaggin' through the freeway\nRace me n***a\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest muthaf**a that you ever saw\nI'm livin' raw 'til they bury me don't worry me\nI'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die\nAnd you could walk a mile in my shoes\nAnd you'd be crazy too\nI got nothing to lose (That's why I got gang related)\nGot nothing to lose\nNothing to lose\nAin't no escape from a deadly fate\nAnd everyday there's a million black bodies put away\nI'm startin' to lose hope\nIt seems everybody's on dope\nMama told me to leave 'cause she was broke\nSometimes I choke on the indo\nPeepin' out the window alone on my own\nI'm a criminal\nGot no love from the household I'm out cold\nIn the streets give me motherf**in' peace\nI got nothing to lose\nAnd something to prove\nWhat do I do live Thug Life n***a stay true\nI wonder when they k** me\nIs there a Heaven for a real G\nLord forgive me if you feel me\n'Cause all my life I was dirt broke\nWith no hope lil' skinny muthaf**a wantin' dough\nI hated cutting s**ers with my razor blade\nBut everyday it's a struggle to get major paid\nAnyway it's so hard on a n***a in this city\nNo pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' time\nIf you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too\nWith nothing to lose\nI got nothing to lose (That's why I got gang related)\nGot nothing to lose\nNothing to lose\nIt was a what type n***a be a Thug Life n***a\nWe be the craziest, motherf**a'!\nYou know!\nIt was a what type n***a be a Thug Life n***a\nWe be the craziest!",
    "2pac - Numb/Encore (Remix) lyrics": "[Intro: Kanye West & Jay-Z]\n(Let's go) Can I get an Encore, do you want more...\n[Verse 1: Jay-Z]\nWho you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that\u2028The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at\u2028Can't none of y'all mirror me back\u2028Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime\u2028I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead\u2028Back to take over the globe, now break bread\u2028I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express\u2028Out the country but the blueberry still connect\u2028On the low but the yacht got a triple deck\u2028But when you Young, what the f** you expect? (Yep, yep)\u2028Grand openin, grand closin\u2028Goddamn your man Hov' cracked the can open again\u2028Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen\u2028Just draw off inspiration\u2028Soon you gon' see you can't replace him\u2028With cheap imitations from\nThese generations\n[Hook: Jay-Z, ApolloX, Linkin Park, Eminem]\nNow can I get an encore, do you want more\u2028Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy\u2028So for one last time I need y'all to roar\u2028Now what the hell are you waitin for\u2028After me, there shall be no more\u2028So for one last time, n***a make some noise\n(Get ya a** up for the Doctor, come on now, here we go, Cliffhanger, it's another club banger, got you hangin' on the edge of your seat, get on down)\u2028Now What the hell are you waiting for?\n[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]\nTimes up, game's over, you lose, I win\u2028'Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here\u2028Ooh yeah, new year, next phase, begin\u2028Look who's got you goin' crazy again\u2028I'm a trend, I set one every time I'm in\u2028I go out and just come back full circle again\u2028You a fad, that means your something that we already had\u2028But once you're gone, you don't come back, too bad\n[Verse 3: Eminem]\nYou're off the map now, radar can't even find you\u2028We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you\u2028You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you\u2028We walk around just playin' the violin behind you\u2028Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whinin' and b**hin'\u2028Sit and observe, listen, you'll learn if you pay attention\u2028Why 10 multi-platinum albums later, three diamond\u2028Worldwide, we're on the charts with a bullet and still climbin'\n[Hook]\n[Verse 4: 2 Pac]\nThe only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out\u2028Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out\u2028Pray to my God everyday, but he don't listen\u2028The poverty bothers me, but mama's working wonders in the kitchen\u2028Listen! I can hear her crying in the bedroom\u2028Praying for money but never think would she be dead soon\u2028Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else\u2028I'm thirteen, can't feed myself\u2028Can I blame daddy cause he left me?\u2028Wish he would've hugged\u2028Too much like him, so my mama don't love me\u2028On my own at a early age, I'm getting paid\u2028And I'm strapped, so I'll never be afraid\u2028Where did I go astray?\u2028I'm hanging in the back streets\u2028Running with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me?\u2028Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize\u2028I got nothing to lose, everybody gotta die\u2028Say good-bye to the bad guy\u2028That one, you f**ed, when you pa**ed by\u2028Buck-buck from a Glock let the gla** fly\u2028Do or die walk a mile in my shoes\u2028Then you'd be crazy too \n\n\n\n[Half Hook]\n[Verse 6: ApolloX]\nEverybody ask what the f** am I thinking\nMake a six minute song and not even f**ing blinking\nNot even a second thought when I put the rhythm and I k** em with the venom and I didn't think you wanted to do it\nAnd if you went to the crib and ripped the rib and stuck a fib in a kid then I'll get rid\nOf you and all of your worthless a** friends don't pretend that I'm not the one you sent and talked all the trash and said things like I was nothing\nSaying things like\n\"X is trash, he s**s a**, and he ba**, not a cla**, yea I know that he's the gra**, he'll never get up from the gla**, never pa**ed, never asked, never got a la** or the goddamn a**, or never got a new task\"\nWell Ima lock, then I'll talk, then I'll get up on the top\nAnd if you doubt that I'll do rock, maybe you just In a flock\nAnd maybe you just gotta stop and just not to flop\nAnd now its not time to walk\nNow b**h, get the f** on my rhyme\nAnd I'll make it all a tune down whine\nAnd you know what is the line like a time for a dime and just the time to die\nLike the rhymes of my mind and the sign of my shine\n[Verse 7: Linkin Park]\nI'm tired of being what you want me to be\u2028Feeling so faithless lost under the surface\u2028Don't know what you're expecting of me\u2028Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes\u2028(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)\u2028Every step that I take is another mistake to you\u2028(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)\u2028And every second I waste is more than I can take\n[Alt. Hook: Jay-Z, ApolloX, Linkin Park, 2 Mistik]\nI've become so numb I can't feel you there\u2028I've become so tired so much more aware\u2028I'm becoming this all I want to do\u2028Is be more like me and be less like you\u2028I've become so numb\u2028Can I get an encore, do you want more, more, more, more\n[Outro: Linkin Park, Jay-Z, ApolloX]\nI've become so numb\u2028So for One last time I need y'all to roar\u2028One last time I need y'all to roar",
    "2pac - NY 87 lyrics": "DJ Quik:\nYo, this is DJ Quik\nTaking a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let ya'll know something\nIf you're looking in the Source mag and don't see me\nIt's cause some n***az on the East is the enemy\nIt's real\nKurupt:\nI heard of Meth, Nas, and Red\nI'm down with them\nIndeed we all smoke weed and clown wit um'\nHung around wit um'\nOne women\nI ran with his clan\nThere is only one land\nn***as down with me I can count on one hand\nCome dumb I gets dumber\nThe double barrel pumper heat dumper\nAnd I been rockin' mics since Funky Drummer\nThese adventures wreak Havok speak lavish lifestyles\nI crack your clavical for the cabbage\nRhyme savage\nIntroduction to d**h\nMurder MCs til ain't sh** left\nIn the sector\nWhy must MCs flip like gymnastics\nJust to get they whole a** whipped\nClaim to be cla**ic\nBut you don't set no cla**ic examples\nWith ya\nf**ed up beats\nAnd ya f**ed up samples\nYour last verbal war\nYou won't survive no more\nI turned the channel cause n***as you ain't live no more\nI used to follow\nBut now yous a legend like Sleepy Hallow\nI shoot to k** the horse pill u can't swallow\nThere's no tomorrow\nn***a, it all ends\nI been down with KRS since Boggie Down begins\nThat's my man\nNow what's this I hear?\nI was told to beware\nI'm the inspirer\nDissed by a n***a I admired\nHell no this can't be\nNow who the f** is this I hear on the radio dissin' me? \n\n\n\nB.I. double G.I. to the E\nsh** scorchin'\nDoing a video for a song\nThat got blew out of porportion\nI found he's the deadliest force\nIn a world where it all about glamour fame and fortune\nn***a we Mob Deep\nSo f** you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quests to compete\nWe the elite\nThe psycho a**a**in is blastin'\nAnd next time you hit L.A. n***a we mashin'\nDeadly Threat:\n-----------------------\nDaz:\nEyo Threat I play the MC\nn***az they played the mic\nI bash motherf**ers from words that I recite\nTighter than the average MC\nTrynna battle me\nTragedy is a must\nAs I crush N.Y.C.\nLately I been on some crazy sh**\nImagine this\nTo make it 'til you die\nUntil you out of it\nyour hood from murders\nRoaming through your house and murder\nWhen you wake up in the morning\nYour life will be over\nI told ya\nDogg Pound ain't nathan nice\nSacrificing motherf**ers\nFrom into mics\nTwice\nThere's been a murder on your block\nWhen he drop\nYour homie thought he was nutty\nWhat made him I roll a glock\nYou stop us\nBut when we started mashin' ain't no stoppin'\nOn and on more of your dogs keep droppin'\nWhat was your homie ain't yo homie no mo'\nCommit suicide and blow your brains on the floor\nDon't ingore the fact\nGrab the microphone and snap\nThen react with the sh** that jumped off that night",
    "2pac - Nymphos lyrics": "[Lil' Wayne:]\nWeezy Baby\nNow I'm The Type of n***a That Be Up In Tha Studio Faithfully\nShe Ain't Trippin She Wait For Me\nI Tell Her When I Get A Break I'm A Break Her\nOff So Courageously\nI Got Dem Bangin Drums\nShe Got Dem Alicia Keyes\nOoh Girl Let's Make A Beat\nOoh Girl You Make Me Weak Like Every Time The Track Break\nMake The Control Room Boom Like An 808\nAnd If You Walk Your Thong Into This Vocal Booth I Can Guarantee I'm A Make This Song All About You\nAnd You Know I Got Da Drank\nYou Know I Got Da Stank\nIt's Amazin How I Think But I Do So\nAnd Every Time I Meet A Girl She Tell Me That She Sang And I Say I Gotta House With A Studio\nI'm Jus Tryna Do My Thang Baby Video or Audio\nShawty I'm So Smooth I Go Errywhere That Water Go\nOoh So Bad, So Mean\nMake Me Wrap Yo Ass UpLike A Hot 16\nAnd I Promise You Ain't Wanna Hear Nobody Else Flow\nWelcome To My Studio, You Gon Love My Studo\n[2Pac:]\nNow I could make miracles with tempos\nIt's instrumental\nWaitin for the nymphos\nThat's the intro\nShook when ya rushed me\nYou walked up and touched me\nWhy? Do you want to f**k me?\nJust cause I'm paid in the worst way... True\nLookin kinda good in your birthday suit\nI wonder if your wild or ya act shy\nDo you like to be on top or the back side?\nWatch when you lick your lips, shake your hips\nGoddamn, I love that sh**\nNow let's stop fake gimme real now\nI got a room and a hard on, Still down?\nMet ya standin at a bar full of black dudes\nSaid ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes\nWhen we head for my hideout, act right\nBoss playa when I ride out, that's right\nOh sh** Baby Is A Dime Piece \n\n\n\nMore Than Just Fine\nShe's Personally Blessed From The Gods\nIf I Seen Her Right Now\nShe Could Get Me Hard\nDidn't Wanna Talk To Me Just To See My Car\nNever Had Sex With A Rich Rap Star\nTil I Got Her In Theh Back Of My Homeboy's Car\nTell Me Why Do We Live This Way\nMoney Ova Biches Let Me Hear You Say\nWhat's Yo Phone Number\nAre You Alone?\nGot A Pocket Full Of Rubbers Let's Bone\nTime To Tell Ya Girlfriend To Take You Home\nI Had Fun, But Baby Gotta Leave Me Alone\nPicture In My Rhyme Take Time To Rewind These Ordinary Words I Say\nIf You Opening Ya Mouth\nBet In A Minute You'll Find It's Time\nLet The Outlaws Play\n[Ludacris:]\nLudacris can't hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecretsss\nAnd your body I won't misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it\nHate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it\nNumber one shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna f**kin ruuuuuub it\nLouisville slug it hit em with a right left, it's goooooone\nTell every last one of ya girls how good it was and it's gone be onnnnnn\nSoul Train, more brain for meeeee\nNo pain, no gain, it's so plain to seee\nThey be like \"I've been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out? \"\nAnd I'm like \"Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out\"\nWhen I get done it's smooth sailin once I pull that 'Lac out\nNext destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse\nAnd 1, have fun, when you chillin with Ludi\nWe'll slow grind to slow jams while I'm feelin yo booty\nWe'll hold hand and hold times when I'm up in that coochie\nYou so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy",
    "2pac - Obama Nation Part 3 lyrics": "Intro: Malcolm X- There's a worldwide revolution going in.In my opinion the young generation of white, black, brown, whatever else there is, your living at a time of extremism, a time of revolution.What is revolting a game? A power structure. The American power structure? No. The French power structure? No. Then what power structure? An international Western power structure. And I for one will join in with anyone, don't care what you are. As long as you wanna change this miserable condition that exist on this earth. There's got to be a change, people in power have miss-used, and now there has to be a change, and a better world has to be built, and the only way its going to be built is with extreme method. So what you and I have got to do is get involved. You and I have to be right there breathing down there throat. Every-time they look over their shoulders, we want them to see us. Once those intentions have made notice, we can't to the navy- of the problem, we can get to to the core of the problem,we can get to the root of the problem, and then we can correct the problem\n[Hook]\nI don't, I don't want no, Obama, Obama Nation\nI'm not gonna, vote for your inauguration\nCause I don't need your, Obama, Obama Nation\nI'm not gonna\nLimbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist\nGaza strip was getting bombed, Obama didn't say sh**\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nHeavenly Father may I holla at you briefly\nI wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?\nHe's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug n***a\nWe tired of being scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealing\nHow hypocritical is Liberty?\nThat blind b**h ain't never did sh** for me\nMy history, full of casket and scars\nMy own black nation at war, whole family behind bars\nAnd they wonder why we scarred, thirteen looking hard\nSister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?\nSomewhere in the middle of my mind\nIs a n***a on the tightrope, screaming \"Let him die\"\nCan't lie I'm a thug, drowning in my own blood\nLooking for the reason that my momma's strung out on d**\nFigure if we high they can train us\nBut then America f**ed up and blamed us\nDown to die, for everything I represent\nMeant every word, in my letter to the President\n[Hook]\n[Verse 2: M-1]\nAfter you divorce yourself from the right wing\nPropaganda campaign, it's all simple and plain\nAmerica customed the game\nYour President got an African name, now who you gonna blame?\nWhen they drop them bombs out of them planes\nUsing depleted uranium, babies looking like two headed aliens\nFollow the money trail it leads to the criminal\nAin't nothing subliminal to it, that's how they do it\nSee they game they run, give a f** if he's cunning\nArticulate and handsome, Afghanistan held for ransom\nBy the hand of this black man, neo-colonial puppet\nWhite power with a black face, he said f** it i'll do it\nA master of disguise, expert at telling lies\nThen they gave him a Nobel Peace Price\nShould of known he was trained in Chicago\nWord to Chairmen Freddy, Mark Clark\nWhat they do in the dark will come out in the light\nLike a WikiLeaks site \n\n\n\nSo I guess Nkrumah was right, who's ready to fight?\nLast stage of imperialism, I ain't kiddin\nIn the immortal words of Marvin Gaye \u2018This ain't living'\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3: Black The Ripper]\nO-B-A-M-A\nYou ain't fooling everyone, I see the games you play\nYou was V.I.P. at the B.I.C\nAnd we know that's code name for C.I.A\nThe same way your cameras are watching us, we're watching you\nThink we're easy to control you ain't got a clue\nRevolutions on the way, let's see what you're gonna do\nYou gonna send the troops? You gonna drop the nukes?\nSee it's not where you're from, it's where you're at\nHe's sitting in the White House, so who cares if he's black?\nAnd why's there still soldiers out there in Iraq?\nNatural resources ain't yours, its theirs, give it back!\nYou're just another puppet but I'm not surprised\nLook at Colin Powell and Condoleezza Rice\nThey didn't change sh**, house n***a's fresh off the slave ship\nYou'll all burn in hell even Michelle, Obama Nation\n[Hook]\n[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]\nI really think the war on terror is a bunch of bullsh**\nJust a poor excuse for you to use up all your bullets\nHow much money does it take to really make a full clip?\n9/11, building 7, did they really pull it?\nUh, And a bunch of other coverups\nYour child's future was the first to go with budget cuts\nIf you think that hurts, then wait, here comes the uppercut\nThe school was garbage in the first place, that's on the up and up\nKeep you at the bottom but tease you with the upper crust\nYou get it, then they move it, so you never keeping up enough\nIf you turn on TV, all you see's a bunch of \"what the f**s\"\nDude is dating so and so, blabbering 'bout such and such\nAnd that ain't Jersey Shore, homey, that's the news\nAnd these the same people supposedly telling us the truth\nLimbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist\nGaza strip was getting bombed, Obama didn't say sh**\nThat's why I ain't vote for him, next one either\nI'm a part of the problem, my problem is I'm peaceful\nAnd I believe in the people, yeah\n[Hook]\n[Verse 5: Lowkey]\nWas the bigger threat from Osama or from Obama?\nMilitary bases from Chagos to Okinawa\nI say things that other rappers won't say\nCause my mind never closed like Guantanamo Bay\nHope you didn't build a statue or tattoo you arm\nCause the drones are still flying over Pashtunistan\nDid he defend the war? No! He extended more\nHe even had the time to attempt a coup in Ecuador\nMorales and Chavez, the state's are on a hunt for ya\nMilitary now stationed on bases in Columbia\nTake a trip to the past and tell em I was right\nAsk Ali Abunimah or Jeremiah Wright\nDrones over Pakistan, Yemen and Libya\nIs Obama the bomber getting ready for Syria?\nFirst black president, the ma**es were hungry\nBut the same president just bombed an African country\n[Hook]\n[Obama]\nThe Jonas Brothers are here\nThey're out there somewhere\nSasha and Malia are huge fans\nBut, boys don't get any ideas\nI have two words for you: PREDATOR DRONES\nYou will never see it coming\n(Audience Laughter)\nYou think I'm joking?",
    "2pac - Old School lyrics": "Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school\nAll these motherf**ers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island\nQueens, and all the motherf**ers that laid it down, the foundation\nyaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school\nThat's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me?\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\n[repeat 3X]\nNothin like the old school/ain't nuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nI remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raisin hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. & Rakim was, the sh** to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\nand Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill\nHad my homies on the hill gettin ill, when sh** was real\nWent out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\nwhen De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game\nI can't explain how it was, Whodini\nhad me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\nThem block parties in the projects, and on my block\nYou diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\nThrough my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\nListen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\nWith T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\nRemember \"Push It\" was the bomb sh**, nuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nHeheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nYeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nNuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nHeheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\nA k**er crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\nI'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\nbefore the homies in my hood learned to smack a b**h, I remember\nway back, the weak weed they had\nToo many seeds in the trey bag\nI'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin\nwith some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin\ncause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, \"Why them n***az swearin?\"\nI'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember \n\n\n\nStickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\nor takin leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall\nThrough my childhood, wild as a juvenile\nA young n***a tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle\nMe and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\nOut on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nHeheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nNuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nNuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nAin't nuttin like the old school\n\"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today\nif the old school didn't pave the way\" -- [Grand Puba]\nHahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di\nGamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber\nbreakdancin to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school!\n[Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end]\nIt ain't nuttin like the old school\nHahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school\nHey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school\n...\nRemember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherf**in party?\nMember how f**ers used to go, \"Is Brooklyn in the house?\"\nand motherf**ers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND\nThat's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)\nI remember goin places that motherf**ers was scared to say\nthey was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that sh** was the bomb\nBack in the motherf**in old school n***a\nRemember skelly n***a? Knockin n***az out the box, poppin boxes?\nMember stickball? Member n***az to run that sh** like that?\nMember the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?\n(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)\nThe ice cream truck, member all the mother...\nMember the italian icey's yo?\nYo remember the italian icey's the spanish n***az comin down\nwith the coconut icey's and sh**?\nI came through the door, said it before\nThat was the sh*t!",
    "2pac - Old School (Cookin Soul Remix) lyrics": "What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nI remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz\nLL raising hell but, that didn't last\nEric B. & Rakim was, the sh** to me\nI flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D\nAnd Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill\nHad my homies on the hill getting ill, when sh** was real\nWent out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane\nWhen De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game\nI can't explain how it was, Whodini\nHad me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was\nThem block parties in the projects, and on my block\nYou diggy don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock\nThrough my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte\nListen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night\nWith T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic\nRemember \"Push It\" was the bomb sh**, nuttin like the old school\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nI had, Shell Toes, and BVD's\nA k**er crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets\nI'm playing skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss\nBefore the homies in my hood learned to smack a b**h, I remember\nWay back, the weak weed they had\nToo many seeds in the trey bag\nI'm on the train headin uptown, freestyling \n\n\n\nWith some wild kids from Bucktown, profiling\nCause the hoochies was starin, thinking, \"Why them n***as swearing?\"\nI'm wondering if that's her hair, I remember\nStickball, pump the hoochies on the wall\nOr taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall\nThrough my childhood, wild as a juvenile\nA young n***a tryin to stay away from Rikers Isle\nMe and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true\nOut on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nRemember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts\nAnd Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Latin Quarters\nWhen Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di\nGaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remember\nBreakdancing to Melle Mel\nJekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells\nForget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti\nBe careful don't let the transit cops see me\nIt ain't nothing like the old school!\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way\nWhat more could I say, I wouldn't be here today\nIf the old school didn't pave the way",
    "2pac - On Me lyrics": "[Intro]\nA thug's life don't matter. We don't give a sh** about you damn thugs, your life don't matter. And you sons of b**hes, you fixin' to find out how it don't matter cause you done pissed us off, you bunch of ba*tards\n[Pre-Hook: Gucci Mane]\nBig, big, big pistol me ('stol on Guc')\nYou lose your life, f**in' right, try me and bleed (Burr)\nI put my first gat first, then sting, I don't think\nI get your head to the white, make your sh** pink\nAll OG pink, don't f** with me\n[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\nI need a detox cause I've been smoking kush all week\nAnd if I piss some dirty urine then I'm up sh** creek\nI'm major tourin' shows everyday, I gets no sleep\nMy money lanky, taller than a man 6 foot 3\nMy left pinky nine karat diamond cut so neat\nAnd if I told you what it cost, you would say \"golly\"\nI spend 50k a month and that's just on chains\nI got your girlfriend rolling blunts in the VIP\nI got a carbon 15 sitting on my front seat\nAnd plus my shoes'll eat your face like bon appetit\nThe feds looking at me, know they got they eyes on me\nI feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me\n[Hook: Gucci Mane]\nI keep the Glock on me\nStupid Glock on me\nI can't let 'em get the drop on me\nI keep a nine on me, stupid nine on me\nLord knows I got guap on me\nStupid rocks on me, crazy rocks on me\nI paid a million for this watch on me golly\nAnd my bricks so young, my birds gon' need ID\nI feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nb**h you misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies\nMr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these \n\n\n\nIntoxicated we duplicated but never faded\nNow that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'\nGot a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit\nThen got a drop top Jag for these b**hes that's on my dick\nGo to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back\nI wait for n***as to trip, cause b**h I love to scrap\nNow mama raised me as a thug n***a, where the love n***as?\nI'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer\nI went from rocks to 'zines, writing raps and movies\nI went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me\nSo f** em' all\n[Hook: Gucci Mane]\nI keep the Glock on me\nStupid Glock on me\nI can't let 'em get the drop on me\nI keep a nine on me, stupid nine on me\nLord knows I got guap on me\nStupid rocks on me, crazy rocks on me\nI paid a million for this watch on me golly\nAnd my bricks so young, my birds gon' need ID\nWhat you know bout me? You ain't got nothin' on me\n[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]\nIt get so lonely at the top, I need some company\nMy swears so stupid that these hoes be holding doors for me\nShe wanna stay with me, know that I'ma faithfully\nI'm like a drug to her, she can't walk away from me\nn***as don't play with me cause I keep AK's with me\nPolice survalliance I know they f**in' taping me\nBut all they gonna see is diamond cars and currency\nI'm currently out the country chasin' currency\nI got some weed on me now and some ecstasy\n30 grams and a nine and a knife on me\nWatch your mouth bout me, dirty South I be\nDo your momma teach you don't talk when grown folks speak? (It's Gucci)",
    "2pac - One Day At A Time lyrics": "Sometimes it's hard to wake up in the mornin'\nMind full of demons, I don't wanna hear 'em anymore\nGot me heartbroken, fine, so many babies screamin'\n'Cause they seein' destruction before they a see human bein'\nSo they start smokin' weed, we'll never get our day\nUntil we learn to pray, keep our families in shape\n'Cause they all broke an' why do ghetto birds die?\nBefore we learn to fly, somebody else's child caught in guns\nSmokin' weed can all make a change\nSo I'm told but I haven't seen the change unfold\nI keep hopin' please, if you prefer to breathe\nCommunities in need of people that will lead\nKeep your eyes open now, can only say I'll try\nUntil the day I die, I promise to be wise\nWith my heart open, greed brings only misery\nA way to tragedy, so I stay s**er free\nOnly a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens, rise\nDon't be afraid to try, too many of us die\nFor the door to open wide, my brothers be wise\nStay focused on the prize, though everybody dies\nWe can only learn to take our anger an' our hate\nControl our mental state, settle down an' just set it straight\nMaybe we can learn to take a second to pump our brakes\n'For we said it, regret it later an' let it escalate\n'Cause by then it's too just late, there's so much we can take\nAnd there's only so much someone can swallow an' tolerate\nUp to the point that he just breaks, snaps an' that's all it takes\nYou'd think that we was learnin' from other rappers mistakes\nBut we ain't\nIt's plain to go against, with every artists comes the image\nHe portrays an' a picture that he paints\nBut in the midst of all this anger an' this angst\nNever once did you hear me say I'm a gangster\nAn' I ain't hear no complaints\nBut I know that I will always continue to grow\nAs long as I lead an' never follow no one else's shadow\nThere will never be another me an' that I can guarantee\nThat's why the f** I remain s**er free\nTo this day the game will never be the same \n\n\n\nNo matter how much fame or success they attain\nThere will never be another me an' no matter what they do\nThere will never be another you\nYou can search but you'll never find\nYou can try to rewind time\nBut in your hearts an' your minds, we will never die\nWe are forever alive an' we continue growin' one day at a time\nDon't be caught in the publicity an' caught in the hype\nRappers are regular people minus money an' light\nSearchin' for fortune an' fame an' super stardom\nAll the j**elry, all the cars, whose crew is the hardest\nNow the hip hop police, the villains is watchin'\nAn' kids think beef is they only option\nOutlaws born filthy, guilty as charged\nMy memories could die but Makaveli lives on\nYou think the industry is fun an' no pity with guns\nAn' when your money is up, that's when your enemies come\nSo if he died an' came back, would he try to save rap?\nWe needin' a change, the drama remains\nI spent my whole life fightin' myself\nThat I can't win, so I'm invitin' some help\nAn' every now an' then I take rights from the left\nI'm still just like a kid lookin' for stripes on my belt\nAn' that there is a fight in itself\nSo I just pray an' hope God take a like to myself\nNo matter how much, I try stay alive\nI'm gonna die mad, still standin' there in love with my pride\nMy heart frivolous beats, we past that\nI'm tryin' to keep some income comin' in an' collect on my a** cap\nThe rappers in the game ain't changed\nAn' I finally realized that we not in the same game\nThe hatin' will never end, so I guess I'll deal wit it\nThem 4 5 with cop k**ers, just some steel wit it\nThe streets is military, you gotta be a soldier\nGotta stay leery an' keep your eyes on the rollers\nThey do what they gotta do to shackle an' hold us\nSo we gotta do what we gotta do to keep rollin'\nOne way at a time, keep the faith in your mind\nAn' we continue growin' one day at a time, damn",
    "2pac - One Day at a Time (Em's version) lyrics": "(Part 1: 2Pac)\nSometimes its hard, to wake up in the morning\nMind full of demons, I don't wanna hear 'em anymore\nGot me heartbroken, fine, So many babies screamin\nCuz they seeing destruction before they see a human being\nSo they start smokin weed, we'll never get our day\nUntil we learn to pray, keep our families safe\nCuz they all broken, why? Two ghetto birds die\nBefore we learn to fly\nSomebody else can say I'm pokin guns, smokin weed\nCan all make the change so I'm told but I haven't seen a change unfold\nI keep hopin, please! If you prefer to breath\nCommunities in need, of people that we lead\nKeep your eyes open now, then only say I try\nUntil the day I die, I promised to be wise\nWith my heart open, greed, brings only misery\nA weight of tragedy, so I stay s**er free\nOnly a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens rise\nDon't be afraid to try, too many of us die\nFor the thought of hopen wise, my brothers speak wise\nThey focus on the prize, till everybody dies\n(Part 2: Eminem)\nWe could only learn to take, our anger and our hate\nControl our mental state, settle down and just set it straight\nMaybe we could learn to take, a second to pump the brakes\nBut we said it, regret it later, and let it escalade\nCuz by then its just too late, theres so much we can take\nTheres only so much someone can swallow and tolerate\nTill the point that he just breaks, snaps and that's all it takes\nYou think that we was learnin from other rappers mistakes\nBut we ain't, his brain will go against\nWith every artist comes an image he portrays\nAnd a picture that he paints\nBut in the midst of all this anger and this gangs\nNever once did you hear me say I'm a gangsta\nAnd I ain't hear no complaints\nBut I know, that I will always continue to grow\nAs long as I lead, and never follow noone else's shadow\nThere will never be another me, and that I will guarantee\nIts that why I remain s**er free, to this day\nThe game, will never be the same\nNo matter how much fame or success they attain \n\n\n\nThere will never be another me\nAnd no matter what they do, there will never be another you\nYou can search but you'll never find\nYou can try to rewind time, but in your hearts and your minds\nWe will never die, we are forever alive\nWhen we continue going, one day at a time\n(Part 3: Outlawz #1)\nDon't get caught in the publicity, and caught in the hype\nRappers are, regular people minus money and lights\nSearchin for, fortune and fame and super stardom\nAll the j**elry, all the cars, who screws the hardest\nNow the Hip Hop Police's surveillance is watchin\nAnd the kids think beef is their only option\nOutlawz, poor and filthy, guilty as charged\nMy memories they can die, my -Makaveli- lives on\nYou think the industry is fun, and no pity with guns\nAnd when your money is up, that's when your enemies come\nSo if he died and came back, would he try to save rap\nWe needin a change, the drama remains\n(Part 4: Outlawz #2)\nI spend my whole life,(yeah) fightin myself\nThat, I can't win, so I'm invitin some help\nAnd every now and then, I take rights on the left\nI'm still just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt\nThat day is a fight in itself\nSo I just pray and hope God take a light to myself\nNo matter how much I try to stay alive, I'mma die, mad\nStill standin and in love with my pride\n(Part 5: Outlawz #3)\nMy hard frivilous beef, we pa**ed that\nI'm tryna keep some in c-comin and then collect on my a** cap\nBut rappers in the game ain't changed\nAnd I finally realized that we not in the same game\nThe hatin will never end, so I guess I'll deal with it\nThem 4-5 a cop, chillers just I'm still with it\nThem streets is military, you gotta be a soldier\nGotta stay lirry and keep your eyes on the Rollers\nThey do what they gotta do to shackle and hold us\nSo we gotta do it, we gotta do to keep growin\nOne way at a time, keep the faith in your mind\nWhen we continue growin, one day at a time (Damn!)",
    "2pac - One Day At A Time (Remix 2) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2pac]\nSometimes its hard to wake up in the morning\nMind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore\nGot me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming\nCause they seeing destruction before they a see human being\nSo they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day\nUntil we learn to pray, keep our families in shape\nCause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die\nBefore we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns\nSmoking weed, can all make a change\nSo I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold\nI keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe\nCommunities in need of people that will lead\nKeep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try\nUntil the day I die, I promise to be wise\nWith my heart open, greed, brings only misery\nA way to tragedy, so I stay s**er free\nOnly a few chosen, rise (rise)\nMy ghetto queen, rise (rise)\nDon't be afraid to try (try)\nToo many of us died to the door to open wide\nMy brother be wise, stay focused on the prize\nThough everybody dies\nWe continue growing\nOne day at a time\n[Hook: Krayzie Bone]\nTake time, it's gonna take time\nYa'll try not to be anxious and bless our way\nTake time, it's gonna take time\nTake it one day at a time and live longer days\nTake time, it's gonna take time \n\n\n\nThe only way to make it is if we pray\nOne day at a time\n[Verse 2: Outlawz]\nNo matter how much money you make, Please listen\nIt ain't no life without struggling kid\nRunning, ducking a bid\nFeeling like there's nothing to live for\nWe're all diamonds in the eyes of the Lord\nThey say the good die young on the road to glory\nI guess God spared some of us to tell a story\nThe d**h of the past is the life of the future\nWe Outlaw soldiers, the voice of the people\n[Verse 3: Outlawz]\nEverybody talking bout the game like they can't see the casualties\nLiving in this world of animosity\nAnd jealously got em after me\nLord don't let em capture me\nI'm paranoid and I'm looking for somewhere to go\nAnd I feel like I'm bout to blow\nAnd I don't wanna be broke no mo\nI don't wanna be broke no mo\n[Verse 4: Outlawz]\nYou know it takes time to free your body and your mind\nGet up on your grind\nChange the situation\nNo sense of crime, cause we're all God's child\nDon't lose your mind, gotta have patience\nEvery day is a test\nEvery day your breathing you're blessed\nAnother day to succeed and be the best\nFor the Prince, Kadafi and Makaveli the Don\nWe gon keep your name living on\nOne day at a time\n[Hook: Krayzie bone]",
    "2pac - One Day At A Time (Remix) lyrics": "[Song perfomed by 2Pac]\n[Verse 1]\nSometimes it's hard to wake up in the morning\nMind full of demons, I don't wanna hear 'em anymore\nGot me heartbroken, fine, so many babies screaming\nCause they seeing destruction before they a see human being\nSo they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day\nUntil we learn to pray, keep our families in shape\nCause they all broke & why do ghetto birds die?\nBefore we learn to fly, somebody else's child caught in guns smoke\nWe can all make a change\nSo I'm told but I haven't seen the change unfold\nI keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe\nCommunities in need of people that will lead\nKeep your eyes open I can only say I'll try\nUntil the day I die....\n[machinegun shots/Sirens]\nUntil the day I die.....\n[verse 2]\nThough half our problems can be based on economical greed\nA dying breed, addicted to weed to get G's\nWith my heart open, greed brings only misery\nA way to tragedy, so I stay s**er free\nOnly a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens, rise \n\n\n\nDon't be afraid to try, too many of us die\nFor the door to open wide, my brothers be wise\nStay focused on the prize, though everybody dies\nWe continue growing, one day at a time\nWe continue growing, one day at a time...\n[gunshots]\n[verse 3]\nCause all I see is terror\nI hate the man in the mirror\nCause his reflection makes the pain turn realer\nTimes of Armageddeon, murder in ma** amounts\nIn this society where only gettin the cash counts\nI started out as a beginner\nEntered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner\nI make my money and vacate, evade prison\nWent from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven\nAnd all the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain I feel inside\nYou know, it's like I'm livin just to die\nI fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowing if I'm worthy\nLiving life thinking no man can hurt me...\nWe continue growing, one day at a time...\nWe continue growing, one day at a time...\nWe continue growing, one day at a time...",
    "2pac - One Day At A Time (with Eminem Featuring The Outlawz) lyrics": "[2pac]\nSometimes its hard to wake up in the morning\nMind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore\nGot me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming\nCause they seeing destruction before they a see human being\nSo they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day\nUntil we learn to pray, keep our families in shape\nCause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die\nBefore we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns\nSmoking weed, can all make a change\nSo I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold,\nI keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe,\nCommunities in need of people that will lead\nKeep your eyes open now, can only say I'll try\nUntil the day I die, I promise to be wise\nWith my heart open free, brings only misery\nA way to tragedy, so I stay s**er free\nOnly a few chosen, rise (rise)\nMy ghetto queen, rise (rise)\nDon't be afraid to try (try)\nToo many of us died to the door to open wide\nMy brother be wise, stay focused on the prize\nThough everybody dies\nWe can...\n[Eminem]\nOnly learn to take, our anger and our hate\nControl our mental state, settle down, and just set it straight\nMaybe we can learn to take a second to pump the brakes\nFor we said it, regret it later, and let it escalate\nCause by then its too just late, theres so much we can take\nTheres only so much someone can swallow and tolerate\nTo the point that he just breaks, snaps and thats all it takes\nYou'd think that we was learning from other rappers mistakes\nBut we aint\nIts plain to go against, with every artists, comes the image he portrays\nAnd a picture that he paints\nBut in the midst of all this anger and this angst\nNever once did you hear me say I'm a gangster and I aint hear no complaints\nBut I know, that I will always continue to grow,\nAs long as I lead and never follow no one else's shadow\nThere will never be another me\nAnd that I can guarantee\nThats why the f** I remain s**er free to this day\nThe game will never be the same\n\n\n\nNo matter how much fame or success they attain\nThere will never be another me\nAnd no matter what they do\nThere will never be another you\nYou can search but you'll never find\nYou can try to rewind time\nBut in your hearts and your minds\nWe will never die\nWe are forever alive\nAnd we continue growing....\n[Outlawz]\nOne day at a time\nDon't be caught in the publicity and caught in the hype\nRappers are regular people minus money and light\nSearching for fortune and fame, and super stardom\nAll the j**elry, all the cars, whose crew is the hardest.\nNow the hip-hop police, the villains is watching\nAnd kids think beef is the only option\nOutlaws born filthy, guilty as charged\nMy memories of him die, but makaveli lives on\nYou think the industry is fun\nAnd no pity with guns\nAnd when your money is up\nThats when your enemies come\nSo if he died and came back\nWould he try to save rap?\nWe needing a change, the drama remains\nI spent my whole life, fighting myself\nThat I cant win so I'm inviting some help\nand every now and then I take rights from left\nIm still just like a kid, looking for stripes on my belt\nAnd that there is a fight in itself\nSo I just pray and hope god\nTake a like to myself\nNo matter how much I try (stay alive)\nI'm gunna die mad, still standing there in love with my pride\nHeard frivolous beats, we past that\nI'm trying to keep some income coming in\nAnd collect on my a** cap\nThe rappers in the game aint changed\nAnd I finally realized that we not in the same game\nThe hating will never end, so I guess I'll deal wit it\nThem 4-5 with cop k**ers, just some steel wit it\nThe streets is military, you gotta be a soldier\nGotta stay leery and keep your eyes on the rollers\nAs they do what they gotta do to shackle and hold us\nSo we gotta do what we gotta do to keep rolling\nOne way at a time, keep the faith in your mind\nand we continue growin...\n[2Pac]\n...One day at a time. Damn!\n",
    "2pac - One Hood lyrics": "* 2Pac's lyrics are from \"Po n***a Blues\"\nChorus: Erik Turner\nI've come so far, ain't got so far to go\nLonely days on this lonely road\nIn the ghetto or the barrio\nYou know it's all the same\nOne home\nOne dream\nSame struggle\nSame hustle\n[Erik Turner (2Pac in background)]\nOne hood\nOne, one, one\nOne hood\nOne, one-one, one\nOne hood\nOne hood (Down with my homeboy, Down...)\n(Verse 1)\n[2Pac (Erik Turner in background)]\nPoppa need brand new shoes\nBut what the f** can a n***a do\nMy little boy gotta eat, too\nSo why must I sock a fella (Oooh, yeah)\nJust to live large like Rockefeller\nAnd did you ever stop to think\nI'm old enough to go to war\nBut I ain't old enough to drink (Hey)\nCops wanna hit me with the book\nHuh (Come on)\nAnd you're hooked on my \"I Don't Give a f**\" look\nHmm\nMake your rules, I'm a break 'em\nNo matter how much you make 'em\nYou show me bacon, I'm a take 'em\nSo don't you ever tempt me\nI'm a fool for mine, n***a, and my pockets stay\nEmpty\n[Down (Erik Turner in background) {Down *slowed down*}]\nThree families in one house\nIs how some of the brown gotta get down (Gotta get down)\nIt's got me acting like a lunatic (Lunatic)\nThinkin' that the only option is hit a lick (Is hit a lick)\nAs I roll down Cooper Road\nIn a six-four {Drop it real low} (Real low)\nOne time, on the hustle, I drive slow (Drive slow)\nThinkin' my pops runnin' from the border patrol (Hey)\nThey wanna take us all out the game\nTaking d** for the pain\nOr taking one to the brain\nIt's all the same\nWe all want money like Lil' Wayne\nHow many of us really ever Make It Reign/rain\nRepeat Chorus \n\n\n\n[Erik Turner]\nOne hood\nOne, one, one\nOne hood (It's all the same)\nOne, one-one, one\nOne hood\nOne, one, one\nOne hood\nOne-one-one-one\nOne-one, one (One...)\n(Verse 2)\n(Erik Turner in background)\n[2Pac] To my brothers in the barrio\nYou're livin' worse than the n***as in the ghetto, so\n[Erik] Mmm, hmm\n[2Pac] I give a f** about your language or complexion\nYou got love from the n***as in my section\n[Down] En mi barrio\nIt's all good\nWe bump 2Pac, cause it's all one hood (One-one, one, one...)\nWe all runnin' from the same jura (Same jura)\nSo why we k**ing each other with the same damn fusca\n[2Pac] You got problems with the punk police\nDon't run from the chumps, get the pump from me (Get it from me)\n[Down] Hail Mary, always got my momma prayin' for me\nI'm goin' loco, hopin' there's a heaven for a G\n[2Pac] And you wonder why we blazin', n***as\nCause you punks havin' babies can't raise the n***as\n[Down] And that's why\nAlways hold down mi familia\nI love them like Pac love (???)\nRepeat Chorus\n[Erik Turner]\nOne hood\nOne, one, one\nOne hood\nOne, one-one, one\nOne hood\nOne, one, one\nOne hood\nOne-one-one-one\nOne-one, one (One...)\nOne hood\nOne, one, one\nOne hood\nOne, one-one, one\nOne hood\nOne, one, one\nOne hood\nOne-one-one-one\nOne-one, one (One...)\nOne hood\n[Erik] One, one, one (One...)\n[Fingazz] \"Fi-fi-fi-Fingazz on the track...\"\n[Erik] One hood\nOne, one, one\n[2Pac] Down with my homeboy, Down\n[Erik] One hood\nOne, one, one\n[2Pac] Down with my homeboy, Down\n[Erik] One hood\nOne, one, one\n[2Pac] Down with my homeboy, Down\n[Erik] One hood",
    "2pac - One Night Stand lyrics": "Every night - a different town - I sing my song\nI play and sing - pack my things and move along\nA pretty face, another place I never get to know\nA one night stand, another show\nMy guitar - a railroad car - a bus or plane\nChocolate bar - and there you are - the price of fame\nIf I could do what I want to, I'd stay and never go\nA one night stand is all I know\nI wish that I could be two people\nInstead of bein' on my own\nI wish that I could be two people \n\n\n\nAnd then I'd never be alone\nPhotographs of where I've been and all I've done\nIn this whole world - is there a girl - no, not one\nGoodbye, hello - I've got to go - I hope you understand\nA one night man is all I am\nA one night stand, a one night man.\nDoo doo doo...\nGoodbye, hello - I've got to go - I hope you understand\nA one night man is all I am\nA one night stand, a one night man\nDoo doo doo...\nFADE",
    "2pac - Only 4 The Righteous lyrics": "[Chorus]\nStay showing loving to my hustlers and thugs\nAnd this is for the righteous, only for the righteous\nStay with your man baby this is\nFor the righteous only for the righteous n***az never understand the game, I got it mapped out\nI'm like seven eleven, don't crapped out\nNever been a mask out, ride to riches\nThis game is vicious, understand how the rhymes are wicked\nBefore we kick it, let's get some understandin' boo\nYou won't be foolin' me cuz I be schoolin' you\nNow I'm sittin' here listen to ya chit and all that\nHow ya Sprewells spin and ya crib is fat\nForget about that, I ain't really trippin' on that\nCuz I done swam with bigger fish, f**ed with bigger cats\nYeah I ain't reall on that, don't condone that\nI don't own that, I don't really know\nThat's out the game I just came to have a good time\nsh**'s changed it's still the same\nYou n***az know my name\nYou n***az know my name\nTell 'em Pac [Chorus] I'm down with strictly jump so that means I'm more than you can handle\nHot, I'm hotter than the wax from a candle\nYeah that's right keeps my microphone companion Lyrics full of knowledge, truth, and understandin' \n\n\n\nHot beats rappin' is my only recreation\nRetire, you must be one some kind of medication\nWhy, because I never loosen up my mic grip\nDrugs, no because I'm livin' on the right tip\nSex, only with my man because I love him\nBabies, impossible we always use a rubber\nBored, rarely cuz I keep myself busy\nScratch, nah I leave the cuttin' up to dizzy\nDizzy, yeah that's my DJ he's the greatest\nWord, nah he just payin' me to say this\nThe most cultivatin' treasure\nThanks, your welcome, signed to it's my pleasure [Chorus] You know when I first met Tupac\nWe were both on the road, both new on the road\nI was with Ice Cube, he was with Digital Underground\nThe first time I met a young brother who had so much power then\nYou know, we were on the road for a long time together\nI had the opportunity to dream with Tupac\nBefore his dreams became a reality\nHe used to always talk about music, you know\nAnd I'm just so happy, so thankful to be a part of this project\nIt touches my heart to be able to give something back [Chorus x2]",
    "2pac - Only 4 the Righteous (Poem) lyrics": "I'm Down with strictly Dope \"So\"\nThat means I'm more than u can handle\n\"Hot\" I'm hotter than the wax from\na candle\n\"Him\" that's Roc he's my microphone companion\n\"Lyrics\" full of knowledge truth and understanding\n\"Hobbies\" rapping is my only recreation\n\"retire\" u must be on some kind of medication\n\"why\" because I'll never loosen up my mic grip\n\"Drugs\" never cuz I'm living on the right tip \n\n\n\n\"s**\" only with my girl because I love her\n\"Babies\" impossible I always use a rubber\n\"Bored\" rarely cuz I'm keeping myself busy\n\"Scratch\" nah I leave the cutting up 2 Dize\n\"Dize?\" yeh that's my D.J. he's the greatest\n\"Word\" nah he's paying me 2 say this\n\"the mind\" is something that I cultivate\nand treasure\n\"Thanks\" you're welcome and besides it was\nmy Pleasure",
    "2pac - Only 4 the Righteous (Vol. 1 Version) lyrics": "[Rha Goddess]\nHa ha!\nNow who down with 'Pac? (I'm down with 'Pac)\nAre you down with 'Pac? (Are you down with 'Pac?)\nYeah I'm down with 'Pac (yeah papi)\nAnd we bout to take this one from the top (c'mon)\nThis is only for the righteous\nToo hot too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot\nAny of (?) and you can hide this\nC'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon\nThis is only for the righteous\nToo hot too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot\nAny of (?) and you can hide this\nC'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon\nI'm down with the Strictly Dope so\nThat means I'm more than you can handle\n(More than you can what?) Hot!\nI'm, hotter than the wax from a candle\nHim? That's 'Rock'\nHe's my microphone companion\nLyrics, full of the knowledge wisdom truth and understandin\nHobbies? Rappin, is my only recreation\n(Microphone check one two)\nRetire? What? You must be on some kind of medication\n(You better get that head checked)\nWhy? Because I never loosen up my mic grip\n(My mic grip, my mic grip)\nDrugs? Never, cause I'm livin on the right tip \n\n\n\n(On the right tip)\nSex? Only with my man cause I love him\n(I love you baby)\nBabies? Maybe one day I'll have them\n(hmm, just not now)\nBored? Rarely cause I keep myself busy\n(I got things to do)\nScratch? Nah, I leave the cuttin up to Dizzy\n(chigga chigga chigga chigga)\nDizzy who's that? He's my DJ, he's the greatest\nWord nah, he just pays me to say this\n(Yo where's my money)\nThe mind, is something that I cultivate and treasure\nThanks (you're welcome) you're welcome, besides it was my pleasure\nThis is only for the righteous\nToo hot too hot too hot too hot..\nAny of (?) and you can hide this\nYo c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon\nThis is only for the righteous\nIt's too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot\nAny of (?) and you can hide this\nYo c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon\nShakur.. Shakur.. Shakur.. Sh-sh-Shakur.. Shakur\nShakur.. Shakur.. Shakur.. Sh-sh-Shakur.. Shakur\nShakur.. Shakur.. Shakur.. Sh-sh-Shakur.. Shakur\n{*to fade*}",
    "2pac - Only Fear Of d**h lyrics": "Psst, ay yo, are you afraid to die?\nOr do you wanna live forever?\nTell me\nWhat's wrong?\nThey wanna bury me\nI'm worried\nI'm losing my mind\nLook down the barrel of my nine\nAnd my vision is blurry\nFalling to pieces, am i guilty?\nI pray to the lord, but he ignores me\nUnfortunately, because i'm guilty\nShow me a miracle, i'm hopeless\nI'm choking on marijuana smoke\nWith every toke is\nLike i'm losing focus\nFalling asleep while i'm in service\nWhen will i die?\nForever, paranoid nervous\nBecause i'm high\nDon't mention funerals, i'm stressing, and going nutty,\nAnd remincing about the n***as that murdered my buddy\nI wonder when will i be happy\nAin't nothing funny\nFlashbacks of busting caps\nAnything for money\nWhere am i going, i've discovered\nCan't understand\nWhy my next door nieghbor is having carloads of undercovers\nWhat a suprise in the mailbox\nHope she get it\nHappy birthday b**h, you know you shouldn't of did it\nEverybodies dying, am i next\nWho can i trust?\nWill they be g's and look at me\nBefore they bust\nOr will they k** me while i'm sleeping\nTwo to the head\nWhile i'm in bed, leaking\nBlood on my satin sheets\nIs there a heaven for a baller?\nGettin' susipicious of this b**h\nThe line is busy everytime i call her\nNow she's telling me to visit\nWho else is home?\nI check the house before i bone\nSo we alone\nAfter i nut\nI hit the highway, see ya later\nTo all the playas, watched her fly way\nA n***a played her\nb**h is telling all her homies\nThat i can f** her like no other\n\n\n\nAnd now other b**hes wanna bone me\nI'm under pressure, getting drunk\nSomebody help me\nI drank a fifth of hennessey\nI don't think its healthy\nI see my enemies they creeping\nDon't make me blast\nI watch the 5-0 roll, the mutha-f**as pa**\nNod me like they know me\nSmiling as they laugh\nI put up my middle finger, then i dash\nn***as don't like me cuz i'm thugging\nAnd everyday, i'm a hustler\nLooking to get paid\nThey wanna bury me, i'm worried\nNo need to lie\nI pray to god\nI won't scream when its time to fry\nNo where to rest\nI'm losing homies\nAin't that a b**h\nWhen i was rich i had clout\nNow a n***as lonely\nI put the pistol to my head\nAnd say a pray\nI see visions of me dead\nLord are you there\nThey tell me i'm lost, cuz i'm lonely\nI thought i had friends\nBut in the end\nA n***a dies lonely\nNo where to run\nI'm in terror\nAnd no one cares\nA close casket at my funeral\nBut no one is there\nIs there a future for a k**er\nI change my ways\nBut still that don't promise me the next day\nSo i stay thugging with a pa**ion\nForever blasting\nI'm busting on you mutha-f**as when i mash\nThey wonder if i'm hell bound\nWell hell can't be worse than this\nCuz i'm in hell now\nDon't make me hurt you\nI don't want to, but i will\nI've seen mutha-f**as k**ed over blown deals\nNever will i die, i'll be back\nRe-incarnated as a mutha-f**ing mac\nEleven, cuz in heaven\nThere's no shortage on g's\nI'm telling you now\nYou mutha-f**as don't know me...\n",
    "2pac - Only God Can Judge Me lyrics": "Only God can judge me, that right?\n(Only God can judge me now)\nOnly God baby, nobody else, nobody else\nAll you other motherf**ers get out my business, really\n(Only God can judge me now)\nPerhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back\nI couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch of dirty rats\nWill I, succeed, paranoid from the weed\nAnd hocus pocus I try to focus but I can't see\nAnd in my mind I'm a blind man doin' time\nLook to my future cause my past, is all behind me\nIs it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?\nEverybody's dyin' tell me what's the use of tryin'\nI've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed\nAnd fantasies of my family, in a hearse\nAnd they say it's the white man I should fear\nBut, it's my own kind doin' all the k**in' here\nI can't lie, ain't no love for the other side\nJealousy inside, make'em wish I died\nOh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin' for\nEverybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's door\nAnd all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed\nAnd everybody grieves, but still nobody sees\nRecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix\nCause the media is full of dirty tricks\nOnly God can judge me\nOnly God can judge me, only God\nOnly God can judge me now\nFlatline!\nI hear the doctor standing over me\nScreaming I can make it\nGot a body full of bullet holes laying here naked\nStill I can't breathe, something's evil in my IV\nCause everytime I breathe, I think they k**ing me\nI'm having nightmares, homicidal fantasies\nI wake up stranglin', danglin' my bed sheets\nI call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce\nHow did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss\nSomebody help me, tell me where to go from here\nCause even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?\nTry to remember, but it hurts\nI'm walking through the cemetery talking to the dirt\nI'd rather die like a man than live like a coward\nThere's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power\nIs what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state \n\n\n\nAnd our fate, is a lifetime of hate\nDear Mama can you save me? And f** peace\nCause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat\nNo more hesitation each and every black male's trapped\nAnd they wonder why we suicidal runnin' round strapped\nMister police: please try to see that there's\nA million motherf**ers stressing just like me\nOnly God can judge me\nOnly God can judge me, only God\nOnly God can judge me now\nThat which does not k** me can only make me stronger\n(That's for real)\nAnd I don't see why everybody feel as though\nThat they gotta tell me how to live my life\n(You know?)\nLet me live baby, let me live\nPac I feel ya, keep servin' it on the reala\nFor instance say a playa hatin' mark is out to k** ya\nWould you be wrong, for buckin' a n***a to the pavement?\nHe gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin'\nAin't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law\nSo judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin' a cross, that's real\nGot him, lurked him, crept the f** up on him\nSold a half a million tapes now everybody want him\nAfter talkin' behind my back like a b**h would\nTellin' them n***as, \"You can fade him,\" punk I wish you would\nIt be them same motherf**ers in your face that'll rush up in your place\nTo get your safe, knowin' you on that paper chase\nGra**, gla**, big screen and leather couch\nMy new sh** is so fetti already sold a key of ounce\nb**h, remember 2Pac and 4-Tay\nThem same two brothers dodgin' bullets representin' the Bay\nPac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around\nStart climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown\nThat's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies\nDon't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise\nGuess you figure you know me cause I'm a thug\nThat love to hit the late night club drunk and buzzed\nBeen living lavish like a player all day\nNow I'm bout to floss em off, player sh** with 4-Tay\nOnly God can judge me",
    "2pac - Only Move 4 Tha Money (So We Comin' Up) lyrics": "[Intro: Daz]\nCruisin', doing our thang, you know what i mean...\nDat n***a Daz, Makaveli, check it out...\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nThree words to make a motherf**er's heart burst\nI rip the verse worse n***a when I start to curse\nPicture a black hearse, adversaries buried in they sunday best\nHe blinked, died in the dark, my guns sprayed his chest\nBut will I die n***a, we all die, so until I die\nWhy must I ride on my enemies until they fry\nFather forgive them because they not knowin'\nMy Glock co*ked, n***as drop when my shots flowing\nMy definition of a thug n***a\nA multi-millionaire, started as a drug dealer\nI love n***as\nOpen fire when I blast at ya\nEverybody dies, bad boy ma**acre, I laugh at ya\nHolla my name, I reappear, like a Genie\nNo man alive can see me\nMotherf**ers making problems, but they get what they deserve\nGet destroyed, with these three words, motherf**ing...\n[Hook: Bad Azz]\nOutlast, if we blast, Outlaw outcast\nOnly moving for the money so we coming up (so we comin' up)\nWe outlast if we blast, Outlaw outcast\nDon't slip, n***a we ride\n[Verse 2: Daz]\nIt's about more money, more dollars\nMore crack for the fiends, and more weed for the ballers\nThe spots hot, from all this f**ing bullsh**\nAnd recommended drug dealers\nGetting richer for all my n***as\nThen ball up, in memory\nThe state of my mind, it come right before me\nSo all you all ? scatter\nRun for heat, plus the power\nTrying to get rid of half these motherf**ing ba*tards\nThey a hazard to the block, from the git\nWith all that bullsh**\nRhyming and talking, never put sh** \n\n\n\nBack in the hood\nSo these motherf**ers think it's all good\nIf I die or go to jail, I can't quit\nFrom illegal to legitimate\nIncarcerated with the bloods and crips\nThey lock me down in the gang you know the spot G\nThey down to ride and down to shake with me\n[Hook: Bad Azz]\nOutlast, if we blast, Outlaw outcast\nOnly moving for the money so we coming up (so we coming up)\nWe outlast if we blast, Outlaw outcast\nDon't slip, n***a we ride\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nf** the world, feel the fury of the chosen man\nThug n***a, 10mm close in hand\nPut 'em in my range, aim n***a take fire\nWatch 'em die, should've never f** around when it's time to ride\nRiding low, down a one way, watch for gun play\nHoping we find true peace one day\nNobody cry when my dog died\nSet 'em straight\nAK automatically, retaliate\n[Verse 4: Daz]\nDat n***a Daz and Makaveli on a mission\nSaw the warrior like the style of the story ?\nWe worship the glory\nComing through on my entourage\nGettin' loose\nPrepare for the war, muthaf**in' bring ya juice\nPray to God that your soul is right\nBefore you die tonight\nIn the group when we be ? and ridin' all night\nSee the game ain't the same no more\nAll these motherf**in' n***as ain't the same no more\nSo we yellin'\n[Hook: Bad Azz & Daz]\nOnly moving for the money so we coming up\nWe outlast if we blast, Outlaw outcast\nDon't slip, n***a we ride\n(yeah)\nRide\n(ride all night on they b**hes)\nWe outlast if we blast, Outlaw outcast\n(n***as ain't afraid, we run up on your a** to blast)\nDon't slip, n***a we ride\n(Ride all night)....",
    "2pac - Only One Don lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac, K. Prince]\nKasinova! (Kas the don..)\n2Pac!\n('Bout to clear this whole sh** out..)\n[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac, K. Prince]\n2Pac to Kas, KPrince to 'Pac\nRraah\nRraah\nRraah\nOn your block\nIt don't stop\nThere ain't no motherf**in Don but me, Makaveli\nWith that THUG-LIFE tatted on my motherf**in' belly\n[Verse 1: K. Prince]\nThey shot my homie down in cold blood\nThe definition of a thug\nAin't no love if you dream of drus\nHypnotized by this thug living\nMy decisions got me feeling torn\nIt's like I'm born in my own prison\nFinesse a blunt as I focus on another spliff\nI hit the reefer as I start to think and reminisce\nMoney's the mission so my competitions sure to die\nAnd if these cowards want me dead I can picture why\nSend me to heaven, let me kick it with my dead homies\nSo I can tell him how he died when he bled on me\nI'll send regards to his family and friends\nI couldn't drown in my misery, I'm flossing my Benz\nI got them running to the drawing board\nAnother 9 hits song\nYou can't afford\nI got them paranoid shaking in there sneakers while they plotting on my riches\nTrying to do me in with some dirty game b**hes\n[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac, K. Prince]\n2Pac to Kas, KPrince to 'Pac \n\n\n\nRraah\nRraah\nRraah\nOn your block\nIt don't stop\nThere ain't no motherf**in Don but me, Makaveli\nWith that THUG-LIFE tatted on my motherf**in' belly\n[Verse 2:]\nThere's no way to survive in the city it's a shame\nn***as die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain\nWill I survive or will I die is what I wonder\nPuffin on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under\nGettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy\nGot my pistol out the window screamin', \"Lord come and get me\"\nAm I sick, or am I just another victim?\nUnloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em\nn***as die from automatic gunfire\nYour time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die\nWhen they bury me, they bury me a G\nRest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me\nI live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me\nNot to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game\nSo much pain in the fast lane, finally a dry eye\nWhen I die, bury me with my fo'-five\n[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac, K. Prince]\n2Pac to Kas, KPrince to 'Pac\nRraah\nRraah\nRraah\nOn your block\nIt don't stop\nThere ain't no motherf**in Don but me, Makaveli\nWith that THUG-LIFE tatted on my motherf**in' belly",
    "2pac - Open Fire lyrics": "\"Alright now, here we go\"\nTell me, how many real motherf**ers feel me? I smoke a blunt\nAnd freak the funk until these jealous motherf**ers k** me\nI'm out the gutter, pick a hero\nI'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competition's zero\n'Cause I could give a f** about you, better duck\nOr I'll be forced to hit yo a** up I give a f**\nI'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin' me?\nIt's gonna take an army full of crooked a** cops to come and get me\nn***as know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure\nGotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser\nWord to God I've been ready to die since I was born\nI don't want no sh** but n***as trip and yo it's on\nOpen fire on my adversaries, don't even worry\nBetter have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried\nIt's a man's world, n***as get played, another stray\nHope I live to see another day, hey\nI'm getting sweated by these under covers, who can I trust?\nGot my mama stressin' thinkin' it's a drug bust\nGotta get paid but all the drama that's attached\nWe living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last\nWill I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask\nThat's the consequences when ya livin', fast\nSix bricks of tricks, for my n***as, I gotta come up\nAnd recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures\nIs it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover\nOver the fence and open fire, \"Alright now, here we go\" \n\n\n\nThese motherf**ers on my a** I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?\nI'm comin' round the corner like I'm Magic\nDoin' ninety on the freeway, and hittin' switches\nIn a high speed chase with these punk b**hes\nDon't turn around I ain't givin' up, cause they don't worry me\np**y a** b**hes better bury me\nRunnin' outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot\nWe in the hood, how the f** they gon' catch a crook? Haha\nI got away cause I'm clever\nWent to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together\nI watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin' loogies\nAt the coppers that pursue me, biotch!\nI be a hustler til it's over, motherf**er\nOpen fire on you busta's, \"Alright now, here we go\"\nDon't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state\nI gotta pay my f**in' bills, so I'm transportin' weight\nChange my plates, pick up my n***a, and now we rollin'\nDroppin' keys like they stolen, hehe\nTell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear\nEnough dope to last a year\nThey got me running from the police, nowhere to go\nWith the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road\nBut I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict\nI'd rather fire on my target\nI hit the corner doing ninety, ah sh**!\nThem b**hes right behind me\nThey take a shot and hit my f**in' tires\nNow, jump out the car then I open fire, s**a'! Ha ha ha, thug life!",
    "2pac - Open Letter (Surviving A War Zone) lyrics": "In this picture I'm flanked by two extremely close friends of mine...Tupac and Maxine. They both died tragically not too far apart from one another. I flipped through more pictures of my youth only to come across at least 6 other friends who had been taken from this world...violently. I can't even count acquaintances. There was a time all that loss felt like the norm; today it felt unnatural, strange, downright wrong. Half of my life was surviving a war zone...genocide. I'm grateful for what I have survived. GratefuI that I can spend an evening with Fallon playing a pie in the face game. Grateful I didn't become a statistic like I often thought I would. Grateful that my own children don't have to confront the loss and violence in their neighborhood in the way their parents had to. But, I also feel helpless, a bit depressed that there are so many of us who still do. And it feels like it's only gotten and getting worse. \n\n\n\nI'm hurting today.\nLove you guys.\nJ",
    "2pac - Or My Soul lyrics": "The choice is no stranger to poverty\nyour soul or Government Assistance\nI'm 18 in a country with no path \n\n\n\nFor a young unaddicted Black youth with a Dream\nInstead I am giving the Ultimatum",
    "2pac - Or My Soul (Dedicated 2 Moms, Dedicated 2 the Powers That B) lyrics": "The choice is no stranger 2 poverty\nyour soul or Government Assistance\nI'm 18 in a country with no path \n\n\n\n4 a young unaddicted Black youth with a Dream\nInstead I am giving the Ultimatum",
    "2pac - Out On Bail lyrics": "[Intro: Tupac Talking]\nOh, I posted bail?\nI'm out this motherf**er?\nI can go?\nOh, f** y'all eh, f** the judge\nf** the motherf**in' district attourney and the prosecutor (f** you!)\nAnd f** you motherf**ers in the jury box (f** you!)\nf** all y'all\nCause I'm out on motherf**in' bail\ny'all ain't never gonna see me in this motherf**er again\nDrop that sh** em!\nLet these old punk a** b**hes know how we runnin' this sh**\nn***az ain't going back to court you stank a** b**hes\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nIm stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me\nI'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney\nWanna label me a criminal and cuff me up\nGot a pocket full of money so they rough me up\nI ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as f**\nGot a record so they put me with the baddest bunch\nEverybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin'\nThey askin' me what happened\nIs it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson\nI can't sleep they takin' polaroids\nAnd I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise\nMan I wish I had my glock cause its major\nI'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors\nThese motherf**ers won't leave me alone thats my word\nBout to turn a violation to a motherf**in' murder\nI'm makin' collect calls to my old b**hes\nSend mo' pictures and make me some more riches\nTo all the s**ers on the block talkin' sh** while I was locked up\nBe prepared to get socked up\nCause the game is deep and the fame is brief\nAnd you bullsh**tin' b**hes ain't changin' me\nI came straight up out the gutta I was saved from hell\nI'm a thug I was raised in jail\nNow I'm out on bail\n[Chorus x1]\nOut on Bail (You know what f**in' time it is)\nThugLife will never fail (I'm out on bail)\nThuglife n***az (I'm going straight to 50,000 b*atch!!!)\nThuglife n***az (I'm out on bail)\nOut on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherf**in' Colt 40's from the fridge n***a)\nThugLife will never fail (Cause I'm out on bail)\nThuglife n***az (Hey, pa** me my motherf**in' Rolex)\nThuglife n***az (Yes b**h that's a President)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nStuck in jail and mad as a b**h\nI'd be out on bail if it wasn't for the snitch \n\n\n\nRunnin' wild thru the streets like I'm loco\nAnd f** the punk police and they chokeholds\nI got no love in my heart cause I'm heartless\nMobbin' in the park after dark wanna start sh**\nRippin' up the scene as a teen I was at it (but hey)\nAnd sellin' products to the addicts cause they gotta have it\nI was a well-known thug and I gotta lotta love\nHangin out with the OG's shootin' up the clubs\nAnd mama told me don't hang with the homies\nBut they got me if they need me then it's on G\nGot me sittin' in the cell a five by seven\nWill I finally get to go to ghetto heaven\nGot my b**hes on the outside writin' me letters\nAnd they tell me they love me and the sh** ull get better\nI don't believe her cause I just got the news on the wire\nTake it how you want it but your b**h is on fire\nI gotta be a player so I stay strong\ncause I know that I won't be away long\nand when I finally do hit the f**in' streets I'ma handle this\nA thug n***a gettin' scandalous\nI'm on bail\n[Chorus x1]\nOut on Bail\nThugLife (see) will never fail (Out on bail - b*atch!)\nThuglife n***az (You know what time it is)\nThuglife n***az (I'm out on bail)\nOut on Bail (Y'all don't need to know about...)\nThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail)\nThuglife n***az (Y'all Blow that sh** - Get me up out this)\nThuglife n***az (Yo, EM!!! Get me up out of this motherf**er man!)\nOut on Bail (These motherf**ers are harrasing me and that ain't cool)\n[Outro: Tupac Talking]\nOut on bail\nI'll see ya motherf**ers at the next show, 2pac, the media is my b**h\nIt's that famous sh**, you know?\nReal thug sh**\nReal live thug sh**, genuine, you know what I'm sayin'\nI wouldn't waste your motherf**in' time with no bullsh** baby\nTrust me, It's that real sh**\nI'm talkin' about that sh** you never tell your grandkids about, you know?\nI ran with a thug n***a, believe that\nThis my motherf**in' n***a Em on dem motherf**in' boards in case your wonderin'\nWe doin' this sh** hell motherf**in' yeah\nAn ounze of that sh** sittin' in your motherf**in' lac\nNow press rewind n***a!\n",
    "2pac - Out the Moon (Boom, Boom, Boom) lyrics": "[Intro]\nHa, ha\nWhat is an MC, if he can't rap?\nWhat is a DJ, if he can't scratch?\nDon't worry about a thing cause my n***as goin' do it all just like that\n[Pre-Hook]\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nAhhh, bend over, bend over\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nAhhh, bend over, bend over\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nAhhh, bend over, bend over\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nAhhh, bend over, bend over\n[Verse 1: Bad Azz]\nIndeed I am\nFlossy like gangsta sh**\nI got pounds of weed and keys sittin' on G's Catch a breeze\nWhen I ride by high sittin' on 'Tonas\nTearin' up spots And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners\nCause we done chipped 'em all off a proper piece\nBustin' rocks and Glocks And gettin', ghost from the Police\nNo peace So, he gets served with no concern\nTo who gets burned\nAnd one day they'll learn\nNot to be f**in' with the n***a buckin' with the trigga\nNothin' you could figga could help you escape\nFrom this mind state\nThat I create young n***a\nYeah! and it's just like that\n[Hook: Snoop Dogg]\nL.B.C. out the moon and my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nMy rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nL.B.C. out the moon and my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nMy rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\n[Verse 2: Soopafly]\nNow I rock\nSome will talk\nIt don't stop\nWhen that funk sh** drops To make your sh** go pop\nNow let that beat ride In your 'G ride\nWe gettin' me right Hittin' with that Dogg Pound \"C\" life\nNow it's I, with that stylish flow\nSo n***as step back or heads get cracked, and I won't let back\nWho comin' with that gangsta sh**\nThe sh** that only gangsta's get gangsta with\nNow quick to bust your a** like the cop\nWaitin', debatin' for my a** to flip flop\nBut I don't flop\nI just flip the script When I did and set trip\nKeep the clip close to my hip\nAnd don't say sh**\nWhen I blast\nI done told your a**\nSlow the f** on down\nDogg Pound, Motherf**er\n[Hook: Snoop Dogg]\nBoom, and you know that\nD.P.G's out the moon and my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nMy rearview mirror's vibratin' and my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nBoom, and you know that\nD.P.G's out the moon and my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nMy rearview mirror's vibratin' and my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nBoom\n[Verse 3: Techniec]\nFrom the archives\nI arise off the Long Beach streets\nWill be comlete to the do is done to all that competes\nDon't be alarmed as I swarm through \n\n\n\nI warned you and your crew see wax\nSo, what's that?\nA known fact\nBattle that the habitat our men is deadly\nYou can get diluted or depends on where your head be\nStrivin' for what your in for\nAnd for your info mo' flow\nThan the tightest n***a flowed in '94\nSo, stand and deliver\nWatch n***a's shiver\nQuiver in they boots\nAs I mob with my troops\nThrough the east where the phonies get deleted\nBe seated, and all the G's I know stay heated\n[Verse 4: Tray Deee]\nSee I was born to be known as a thug and thief\nSo anyone with beef I gotta slug to sleep, peep\nI'm not no n***a Figga' he can come up\nBy gettin' a job so I mob, not givin' a f**\nI'm the drama Mama warned all they kids about\nI mash up strapped get my dibs n' out\nHustler musn't trustin' a gat\nTo keep me fat\nSeekin' victims pick 'em and then I stick them in track\nMy heat black\nWith the cereal number scratched out\nDon't wear a gla** shield but you'll still be a**ed out\nI'm Mr. Tray Deeee\nAnd since they say \"G\"\nAs my title\nMy method mainly homicidal\n[Hook: Snoop Dogg]\nBoom, Yeah, and you know that\n2-1 out the moon and my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nMy rearview mirror vibratin' cause my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nBoom, Yeah, and you know that\n2-1 out the moon and my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nMy rearview mirror vibratin' cause my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\n[Verse 5: 2Pac]\nHa, ha, ha\nCould it be\nMy history livin' G like\nEnemies that wanna see me, would it be like\nPicture me practicin' perfection now hit the deck\nPlaya haters gettin' chin checked when I hit the set\nWatch how they fall When I buck 'em all\nWe Outlaw, Westside Playa, touch 'em all\nI buck them all then remain ballin'\nOut the moon with my Glock co*ked shot callin'\nBrothers fall then they crawl and they beg for they life\nShould of never tried to rush me, your dead here tonight\nThis is Thug Life\nGo tell them bustas up at Bad Boy records\nFat tricks got a big mouth busta better check it\nI can see it plain as day this game, I play wide open\nI pull the trigga dead figga with his eyes open\nHis pride brokin', I tried smokin'\nBut, bailed out\nSoon as they left me at the jail house\nMobbin' in my...\n[Hook: Snoop Dogg]\nYeah, and you know that\nd**h Row out the moon and my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nOutlaw out the moon and my speakers go\nBoom, boom, boom... boom\nMy rearview mirrors vibratin' and my speakers go\nD.P.G. out the moon baby baby",
    "2pac - Outlaw lyrics": "(feat. Dramacydal)\n[Tupac]\nThat's right n***a you gotta get your papers in this motherf**er\nI ain't mad at ya at all (damn)\nAiyyo, what the f** you wanna be when you grow up RahRah?\n[RahRah] n***a, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherf**in Outlaw\n[Tupac] That's right n***a, hahaha.. housin these hoes, you feel me?\n[RahRah] Aight, knowhatI'msayin?\n[Tupac] You got to do that sh**, keepin it real n***a or what?\n[RahRah] Keepin it real!\n[Tupac] How old are you n***a?\n[RahRah] I'm eleven\n[Tupac]\nCause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state\npreoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate\nDead bodies at block parties, those unlucky ba*tards\nGunfire now they require may be closed casket\nWho can you blame? It's insane what we dare do\nWitness an evil that these men do, b**hes in, too\nIn fact they be the reasons n***az get to bleedin\nPull the f**in fire when I leave em, you shoulda seen em\nHostile hoes catch elbows (beotch!) negroes disposed of\nand snitches get dealt with, with no love\nBody bags of adversaries that I had to bury\nI broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry\nBut never worry, they'll remember me through history\nCausin motherf**ers to bleed, they'll label me a\n[Chorus]\nOutlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (They came in to sin)\nOutlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (Dear God, I wonder could you save me?)\n[Tupac]\nBefore I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin well\nwhen I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell\nJust as well, cause in my cell I'm keepin pictures of these ba*tards\nExcersisin, visualizin, everyone inside a casket\nPicture me blasted, surrounded by n***az in masks\nSent with the task to hara** and murder my a**\nWill I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail?\nsh**'s hard, who can you tell? Aand if we fail?\nHigh speeds, and thai weed on the freeway\nWhen will they learn to take it easy? Uh\nDrivebys and n***az die, murder without a motive\nby making motherf**ers fry\nGot me runnin from these coward-a** crooked-a** cops\nHelicopters tryin to hover over n***az til we drop \n\n\n\nGot no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire\nHit the district attorney, but f** that b**h, cause she's a lie\nNow it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the b**h\n\"Motherf**ers is crooked,\" is what I scream, and hit the fence\nI comense to get wicked, spittin rounds as the plot thickens\nNever missin an early grave is my only mission\nIf I die, never worry, bury me beside my four-five\nMay God forgive me, I was high, label me a\n[Chorus]\n[Dramacydal]\nSociety lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be\nMy mob'll be doin robberies, and stickups on these wannabe's\nI witnessed n***az lose they chest\nFor ordinary reasons n***az bodies put to rest\nSo I just.. swallow my Beck's and holla, \"f** em!\"\nAnd if I'm next.. just let a n***a step with somethin\nI ain't fearin nuttin\nYoung and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that's my destiny\nReady for whatever, see you n***az can't get the best of me\n(hold me down) Definitely no need for askin\n(now he mad) Top speed (smokin weed) blasted (biotch!)\nCause when I bust em they gonna shiver, the k**ers cry\nSoldiers got bodies floatin in the river, what is they sayin?\nTalkin bout prayin -- they need to stop, that ain't gon' help\nThese n***az sprayin up my block, tryin to take my wealth\n[Chorus 2X]\n[Tupac]\nf** the judge, I gotta grudge\nPunk police, n***az run the streets\nHahah, it ain't nuttin but muuuuzik\nsh**'s changed\n1995 the game has changed, motherf**ers is actin REAL strange\nThe rules is all rearranged\nYou got babies lyin dead in the streets\nThese punk police is crooked as me\nbut all I see is motherf**ers actin less than G's\nStop bein a playa-hater, be a innovator n***a\nf** that sh**, don't be no entertainer and a stranger\nBe a real motherf**er keep it real pack that steel\nCause you know these streets is real deal\nMuh'f**ers wanna see me in my casket\nJealous, motherf**in ba*tards\nI never die, thug n***az multiply\nCause after me is Thug Life baby\nThen the young thugs\nThen the youngest thug of all my n***a RahRah",
    "2pac - Outro lyrics": "Expect me n***a, like you expect Jesus to come back\nExpect me n***a\nI'm coming ...\n\n\n\n\nExpect me n***a, like you expect Jesus to come back\nExpect me n***a\nI'm coming ...",
    "2pac - Outro (Traffic Jam) lyrics": "Verse 1 Sampled (2Pac - Traffic Jam)\nLife is too short, I feel trapped\nHopping I don't get caught, watch my back\nLost in the traffic, heartless and tragic\nDon't wanna get my a** kicked\nSo I walk in this mindless state, and a\nDon't make me feel this way\nI'll tell ya\nLife is a traffic jam, I'm stuck\nWhen will you realize your f**ed?\nDon't try to change my ways, I'm hopeless \n\n\n\nVictims to the games we play, stay focused\nWath for the crazy ride, don't lie\nHigh till the day we die\nIt's my life\nTell me if you feel me\nI'll tell ya\nLife is a traffic jam sincerely\nStretch your mind, spoon feed your soul\n3 voices you can't control\nRemember life is a traffic jam\nLife is a traffic jam x3\nKa**ette recorder opens\nKa**ette is removed\nRewind sound added",
    "2pac - Overture (Free Jabbar) lyrics": "[Intro: 2pac]\nThem n***as can't f** with us!\nf** that peace sh**, I ain't even tryna make peace\nf** 'em all!\nThe players are on this side\nStupid f**s!\n[Verse 1: Jabbar]\nI can't process my thoughts, been depressed in the dark\nBut my progress so *scoffs*, this a contest you lost\nYeah your concepts is cool, but your context is false\nI just side-step and move when they send shots at a boss\nSay they toppin' the charts, that just got me amused\nBut I'm kinda confused, cause they obviously marks\nn***as gotta be kidding, they can't dive in this water\nCan't survive in these parts, they can't out-swim a shark\nn***as dying to push me, I get bored with the talkin'\nI'ma die in some p**y cause I was born in a coffin\nI made myself myself, I watched me come alive\nYou don't like what you see? then *censors* shut your eyes\nI came up out the Melph' yelling f** the other side\nYou headin' straight to hell cause I can tell you living a facade\nI'm a win from the belt, I'm a skip from a god\nI'm a gift and a curse, it's only one of my kind\n[Hook: Jabbar]\nDog I gotta k** 'em, its either that or jail\nCause flipping quarters only really offers heads or tails\nYou gotta choose one, I'm talking right or left\nYou gotta choose one, for me its life or d**h\nDog I gotta k** 'em, its either that or jail\nCause flipping quarters only really offers heads or tails\nYou gotta choose one, I'm talking right or left\nYou gotta choose one, for me its life or d**h\n[Verse 2: Snubnose Frankenstein]\nMy feuds are food, you fools are fuel\nI lose my cool? No soup for you!\nBlue Skidoo, I'm through and through\nThe roadster? The rooster? confuse the two\nI flew the coop, too-da-loo\nI'm Kunta when the Countach is en route\nYeah I tried to be fair, but why should we care \n\n\n\nSpiking the prices high in the air, buyer beware\nGet what you paid for when you wage war\nThe main source, they take score we make more\nDecor from the Bape store, they ain't sure if im Sk8brd or . . ?\nCause I was in Shibuya for the summer\nRummaging ruins pulling rubies from the rubble\nThese motherf**ers lookin' for some trouble\nHere's a bullet bruh you're sufferin' I'ma do it cause I love ya\n[Hook: Jabbar]\nDog I gotta k** 'em, its either that or jail\nCause flipping quarters only really offers heads or tails\nYou gotta choose one, I'm talking right or left\nYou gotta choose one, for me its life or d**h\nDog I gotta k** 'em, its either that or jail\nCause flipping quarters only really offers heads or tails\nYou gotta choose one, I'm talking right or left\nYou gotta choose one, for me its life or d**h\n[Verse 3: Seawright]\nI wouldn't stress the past, couldn't care less for that\nMy n***as done more for me than prayer's ever have\nNo spared effort had, y'all haters better be mad\nTheir reign will be over soon, there there, just relax\nYou said they posed a threat? Guess I don't get the picture\nExpress it's no need to be signed my n***as still deliver\nWho else would know what's best? What's wrong with this n***a?\nSince we've been eatin' my figures been gettin' bigger\nChevy Aveo, I wrecked it barely a day old\nMeetin' with the head of the label to see what they bring to the table\nFairly unstable, these n***as buck when I say go\nCheck for the pesos, ready and able to levy the payroll\nThere's a reason you lapsed, we'll just leave it at that\nBeen keepin' tabs, your season pa**ed, you needn't ask\nPeep the facts, got tired of you feeding 'em trash\nDog, don't mean to brag, the homies are back!",
    "2pac - Pac's Life lyrics": "(feat. Ashanti, T.I.)\n[LT Hutton talking]\nUh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!\nThey ain't ready for this\nLT Hutton\nT.I.\nAshanti\nIt's that new 'Pac y'all\n[Chorus: Ashanti]\nPac's life\n(Everybody need's to chill)\nEverybody talking 'bout Pac's life\n(It's Tupac the king)\nWhat do you know about Pac's life\n(What do you know? What do you know?)\n(Only real n***as stay on top)\nEverybody talking 'bout Pac's life\n(Outlawz)\n[Verse One: Tupac]\nStarted with five shots, n***as plotting to k** him\nNever figured that, that same n***a sell five million\nHit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits\nCourt cases got a n***a facing multiple digits\nDodging cop cars look how we come so far\nPicture a high school drop out\nRolling a double R\nHouse full of happiness, weed and drank\nWay out\nSo when trouble tried to find me can't\nNever visioned living longer than my twenty first\nThought I'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirt\nAnd though it hurts to see the change\nIt comes with the fame\nWatch them gossip in this silly game\nTo all the motherf**er's speaking down on me this is the night\nWhy's everybody caught up In Pac's life?\nTo all y'all n***as\nConversating on my life\nMind your motherf**ing business\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Two: T.I]\nI remember that\nAy\nWhat's happening Pac\nYeah I know we never to meet\nBut we know all the same people so we got to speak\nYou taught me first, fake n***a can't stop a G\nAnd all the sh** you went through\nMeant a lot to me\nBut when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see\nYou we know the crack came and did the same thing to me \n\n\n\nI get along with real n***as it's the lane to be\nTalking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me\nAnd so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see\nNow they all in the court room blaming me\nSee we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle\nPower to the real n***as d**h to the s**er's\nMoney over b**hes, get to know 'em for you love 'em\nd**h before dishonour never talk to undercover's\nLive by the same rules so I minus the tattoo's\nWith the same sort of dude with he same short fuse\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three: Tupac]\nI want money in large amounts\nMy garage full of cars that bounce\nMoving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts\nBusters is jealous and half these n***as is punks\nThey running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump\nThey jump my automatic keep 'em weary\nWhile you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass\nn***a you scary\nI been knowing you for years\nWe was high school peers\nIn Junior High\nI was itching' to k**\nAnd you was, 'Ready To Die'\nWhile you bullsh**ting n***as was dying and catching cases\nBusting my automatics at motherf**er's in foreign places\nLeaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried\nb**hes die in a hurry\nStill I ride, I'm never worried\nMr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride\nPick my enemies out the crowd\nAnd motherf**er's die\nIt's not the way I wanna live\nMy n***a it's how it is\nOnly real n***as stay on top\n[Chorus]\nWhy are all you n***as all up in my sh**?\nTell them motherf**er's\nOutlawz\nf** all y'all\n",
    "2pac - Pac's Life (Remix) lyrics": "Uh oh, uh oh, oh! Oh! Oh!\nThey ain't ready for this\nLT Hutton\nT.I\nAshanti\nIt's that new 'Pac y'all\nPac's life\n(Everybody need's to chill)\nEverybody talking 'bout Pac's life\n(It's Tupac the king)\nWhat do you know about Pac's life\n(What do you know? What do you know?)\n(Only real n***as stay on top)\nEverybody talking 'bout Pac's life\n(Outlawz)\nStarted with five shots, n***as plotting to k** him\nNever figured that, that same n***a sell five million\nHit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits\nCourt cases got a n***a facing multiple digits\nDodging cop cars look how we come so far\nPicture a high school drop out\nRolling a double R\nHouse full of happiness, weed and drank\nWay out\nSo when trouble tried to find me can't\nNever visioned living longer than my twenty first\nThought I'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirt\nAnd though it hurts to see the change\nIt comes with the fame\nWatch them gossip in this silly game\nTo all the motherf**er's speaking down on me this is the night\nWhy's everybody caught up in Pac's life?\nTo all y'all n***as\nConversating on my life\nMind your motherf**ing business\nPac's life\n(Everybody need's to chill)\nEverybody talking 'bout Pac's life\n(It's Tupac the king)\nWhat do you know about Pac's life\n(What do you know? What do you know?)\n(Only real n***as stay on top)\nEverybody talking 'bout Pac's life\n(Outlawz)\nI remember that\nAye\nWhat's happening Pac\nYeah I know we never got to meet\nBut we know all the same people so we got to speak\nYou taught me first, fake n***a can't stop a G\nAnd all the sh** you went through\nMeant a lot to me\nBut when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see\nYou we know the crack came and did the same thing to me\nI get along with real n***as it's the lane to be\nTalking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me\nAnd so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see \n\n\n\nNow they all in the court room blaming me\nSee we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle\nPower to the real n***as d**h to the s**er's\nMoney over b**hes, get to know 'em for you love 'em\nd**h before dishonor never talk to under cover's\nLive by the same rules so I minus the tattoo's\nWith the same sort of dude with he same short fuse\nPac's life\n(Everybody need's to chill)\nEverybody talking 'bout Pac's life\n(It's Tupac the king)\nWhat do you know about Pac's life\n(What do you know? What do you know?)\n(Only real n***as stay on top)\nEverybody talking 'bout Pac's life\n(Outlawz)\nI gettin' money in large amounts\nMy garage full of cars that bounce\nMoving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts\nBusters is jealous and half these n***as is punks\nThey running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump\nThey jump my automatic keep 'em weary\nWhile you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass\nn***a you scary\nI been knowing you for years\nWe was high school peers\nIn Junior High\nI was itching' to k**\nAnd you was, 'Ready To Die'\nWhile you bullsh**ting n***as was dying and catching cases\nBusting my automatics at motherf**er's in foreign places\nLeaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried\nb**hes die in a hurry\nStill I ride, I'm never worried\nMr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride\nPick my enemies out the crowd\nAnd motherf**er's die\nIt's not the way I wanna live\nMy n***a it's how it is\nOnly real n***as stay on top\nPac's life\n(Everybody need's to chill)\nEverybody talking 'bout Pac's life\n(It's Tupac the king)\nWhat do you know about Pac's life\n(What do you know? What do you know?)\n(Only real n***as stay on top)\nEverybody talking 'bout Pac's life\n(Outlawz)\nWhy are all you n***as all up in my sh**?\nTell them motherf**er's\nOutlawz\nf** all y'all",
    "2pac - Pac's Revenge lyrics": "In progress...",
    "2pac - Pac's Theme lyrics": "I was raised in this society so there's no way\nYou can expect me to be a perfect person cuz i'm a do what i'm a do.\n(i am still thirsty) - arrested development\n(there is absolutly no reason for a record like this to be published.\n\n\n\nIt has no place in our society.) - dan quayle\n(they gotta understand me)\n(withdraw on this record) - dan quayle\nThat's how i feel i'm a do whatever i like. i am not a role model.\n",
    "2pac - Pac's Theme (interlude) lyrics": "PAC'S THEME\n[Statements variously said throughout song.]\nI was raised in this society so there's no way\nyou can expect me to be a perfect person cuz I'm a do what I'm a do.\n(I am still thirsty) - Arrested Development\n(There is absolutly no reason for a record like this to be published. \n\n\n\nIt has no place in our society.) - Dan Quayle\n(They gotta understand me)\n(Withdraw on this record) - Dan Quayle\nThat's how I feel I'm a do whatever I like. I am not a role model",
    "2pac - Packa lyrics": "\n\n\n\nYea yea waken up in the the morning borning ignoring shoring my flooring coring boring soring thrue the true skyes believe in hatereve from yo mind finding my soul my poul an my flow yea yea keep it true to yo friends believe in love before yo eye or it will die like a lie before you see you can try to cry you can try to hide to fly to buy but you can't make it before yo eye like a knife like yo you die you can try to lie like my cry like i try like my fly like i die like i even care i can bare like the sky",
    "2pac - Pain lyrics": "[voice sample from Star Trek V]\nI couldn't help but notice your pain\n[My pain?]\nIt runs deep\nShare it with me!\nThey'll never take me alive\nI'm gettin' high with my four-five\nco*ked on these s**as\nTime ta die\nEven as a youngster\nCausin' ruckis on tha back of the bus\nI was a fool all through high school\nKickin' up dust\nBut now I'm labeled as a trouble maker\nWho can you blame ?\nSmokin' weed helped me take away the pain\nSo I'm hopeless\nRollin' down the freeway swervin'\nDon't worry\nI'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry\nMaybe if they tried to understand me\nWhat should I do ?\nI had to feed my f**in' family\nWhat else could I do\nBut be a thug\nOut slangin' with the homies\nf** hangin' with them phonies in the club\nGot my mind on danger\nNever been a stranger ta homicide\nMy cities full of gang bangers and drive bys\nWhy do we die at an early age\nHe was so young\nBut still a victom of the 12 gauge\nMy memories of a corpse\nMind full of sick thoughts\nAnd I ain't goin back to court\nSo f** what you thought\nI'm drinkin' hennessey\nRunnin from my enemies\nWill I live to be 23\nThere's so much pain\n(Chorus)\nOhhhh....\nTired of tha Strain and tha Pain\nOhhhh....\nTired of tha Strain and tha Pain\nYears and years of that rough life\nRunnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife\nAnd livin trifed on the regular\nBokin out competitors\nSee them take a move and take them down like a f**in preditor\nGet in trouble everyday in school\nAct a fool\nAnd you know I had to break every rule\nShowin off for the b**hes cause I had the mad rep\nSo I had to watch my back when it was time to step\n[????] with love for me\nPop, pop, pop\nAnd send a chuckle up above for me\nAnd yo come and seek ?? but I didn't cry\nBroke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke\nAnd now I'm tha one that's lookin lovely\nPop the drop top and all tha b**hes want ta rub me \n\n\n\nKick'em the game\nIt's all the same\nI kick it back yo\nGive'em slack yo\nAnd now they lable me tha mack yo\nPeople check it\nGet disrespected if you front tha the birdman\nYou heard man\nCatch a couple shots from tha glock in my hand\nDamn!\nRelease some realistic with my biscuit\nYou know you get your a** twisted so run for cover\nMe and my man got a plan kickin' major dust\nSo if your on n***a look for the gauge to bust\nA lot of pressure with the street fame\nIt's a deep game\nAnd my mama always cryin'\nYo there's so much pain\n(Chorus)\nOhhhh...\nOhhhh...\nThey got me mobbin like I'm\nLoc'ed and ready to get my slug on\nI load my clip and slip my motherf**in' gloves on\nI ain't scared to blast on these s**as if they test me\nTrust\nI got my glock co*ked ready if they press me\nBust some motherf**ers with a PASSION\nBetter duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm BLASTIN\nI'm a nut and drinkin hennessey\nAnd gettin' high\nOn tha lookout for my enemies\nDon't want to die\nTell me why\nCause this stress is gettin' major\nA buck fist across my face with my razor\nWhat can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone\nKeep my brain on tha game and stay head strong\nThese sorry ba*tards\nWant to k** me in my sleep but will they can I see\nAnd everyday it just a struggle\nSteady thuggin' in the streets\nAnd I'll be ballin' loc\nDon't let'em make you worry\nKeep swingin' at these s**as till you buried\nI was born to raise hell, a n***a from the gutta,\nWith a motha on d**\nI'm kickin dust up\nReady ta bust\nI'm on the scene steady muggin' mean\nUntil they k** me\nI'll be livin this life\nI know you feel me\nThere's so much pain\n(Chorus)\nOhhh...\nTired of tha Strain and tha Pain\nOhhh...\nTired of tha Strain and tha Pain\nOhhh...\nTired of tha Strain and tha Pain\nOhhh...\nTired of tha Strain and tha Pain\nOhhhhhh......",
    "2pac - Panpan m'a tu\u00e9 lyrics": "Dans les constructions \u00e9lev\u00e9s\nCompr\u00e9hension, bande de gosse soit disant bien \u00e9lev\u00e9s\nTu parles\nTaffer comme un barge / \u00e9pargner la thune\nTon reflet fade sur une flaque ondule\nLe c\u0153ur veut battre large, il en veut plus\nMais il prend de l'\u00e2ge dans sa cage\n\u00e0 chaque pas, \u00e0 chaque arr\u00eat de bus\u2026\nC'est la course, co\u00fbte que co\u00fbte\nOn fait des coudes on fume on pousse\nOn hait les doutes, tuons les tous\nDieu reconna\u00eetra les siens, c'est la tradition\nL'enfant justifie les moyens, pas de traduction\nPetite trahison, fausse d\u00e9claration\nPremi\u00e8re, deuxi\u00e8me\u2026 troisi\u00e8me s\u00e9paration\nEntre deux tractions, tu pr\u00e9pares ton plan mon salaud\nT'aura pas besoin d'effacer les traces, petit pas de tango\nJe suis charlie papa tango\nSoldats perdus je verse un sanglot\n\u00e0 ceux qui voulait \u00eatre libre, qui ont fini seul\nCeux qui dans leur coin se venge, devienne sale\nC'est\nDur de s'\u00e9couter, les murs sont flout\u00e9s, les miens sont flou\u00e9s\nLes tiens sont fou et leur blabla me rend acerbe\nSaches le petit tu dis que d'la merde\nSi t'en parles pas devant ton p\u00e8re n'en parles pas d'vant mon fr\u00e8re\nDu sujet au verbe chaque parole \u00e9claire\nVois, y'a s\u00e8ve noire dans mon s\u00e9quoia\nLe mic un bout de bois j'rappe \u00e0 bout de voix\n\u00e0 vous de voir si \u00e7a tape \u00e0 Poudlar le pouvoir on prendra\nLes tra\u00eetres on pendra leur t\u00eate sur la grande place \u00e7a sera la f\u00eate\nLa f\u00eate... la f\u00eate certains la fond \u00e0 fond d'autres l'entendent\nLa joue certains la tendent\nLa chance certains la tente d\u00e9fonc\u00e9 \u00e0 la blanche\nC'est la nouvelle mode gar\u00e7on\nIl te faut une camisole, fais-toi \u00e0 la raison\nTu t'rappelles plus d'l'endroit o\u00f9 t'as gar\u00e9 ta maison\nT'as mes ongles sous la gorge si tu franchis le pailla**on\n/ ba\u00efla son / ba\u00efla ba\u00efla son\nJe me chauffe en espagnol\nInternational, alcool en bagnoles\nJe parle toutes les langues, je, baise toutes les m\u00e8res\nC'est du rap, j'suis cens\u00e9 l'faire \n\n\n\nMais t'inqui\u00e8te pas fr\u00e8re\nAffal\u00e9 chez Air France, ou \u00e0 l'\u00e9troit chez Ryanair\nY a une justice au dessus des mers\nAucun pa**ager ne d\u00e9cident de l'heure\nD'arriv\u00e9 de la vitesse de croisi\u00e8re\nDe l'humeur du pilote enjou\u00e9 ou suicidaire\nThey got a n***a\nSheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears\nCause sh** was hectic for me last year\nIt appears that I've been marked for d**h, my heartless breast\nThe underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed\nAnd no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary\nFor all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery\nsh** is scary, how black on black crime legendary\nBut at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried\nTeardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic\nAnd certain d**h for us ghetto ba*tards\nWhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire\nLife in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die\nBut don't cry through your despair\nI wonder if the Lord still cares, for us n***as on welfare\nAnd who cares if we survive\nThe only time they notice a n***a is when he's clutchin on a four-five\nMy neighborhood ain't the same\nCause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game\nAnd I swear it's like a trap\nBut I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back\nHoes show me love, n***as give me props\nForever hop cause it don't stop\u2026\nOn la surnomm\u00e9e panpan, j'aurais d\u00fb me m\u00e9fier\nPlus tendue que french cancan, j'ne comptait plus mes billets\nOn la surnomm\u00e9e panpan, j'aurais d\u00fb me m\u00e9fier\nC'\u00e9tait tout sauf un planplan, une fille \u00e0 d\u00e9fier\nOn la surnomm\u00e9e panpan, j'aurais d\u00fb me m\u00e9fier\nPlus tendue que french cancan, j'ne comptait plus mes billets\nOn la surnomm\u00e9e panpan, j'aurais d\u00fb me m\u00e9fier\nC'\u00e9tait tout sauf un planplan, une fille \u00e0 d\u00e9fier\nOn la surnomm\u00e9e panpan, j'aurais d\u00fb me m\u00e9fier\nOn la surnomm\u00e9e panpan, j'aurais d\u00fb me m\u00e9fier",
    "2pac - Panther Power lyrics": "[Tupac]\nAs real as it seems the American Dream\nAin't nothing but another calculated schemes\nTo get us locked up shot up back in chains\nTo deny us of the future rob our names\nKept my history of mystery but now I see\nThe American Dream wasn't meant for me\nCause lady liberty is a hypocrite she lied to me\nPromised me freedom, education, equality\nNever gave me nothing but slavery\nAnd now look at how dangerous you made me\nCalling me a mad man cause I'm strong and bold\nWith this dump full of knowledge of the lies you told\nPromise me emancipation indispute nation\nAll you gave my people was our patience\nFathers of our country never cared for me\nThey kept my answer shackled up in slavery\nAnd Uncle Sam never did a dam thing for me\nExcept lie about the facts in my history\nSo now I'm sitting hear mad cause I'm unemployed\nBut the government's glad cause they enjoyed\nWhen my people are down so they can screw us around\nTime to change the government now panther power\n[Chorus]\nPanther power\nPanther power\nPanther power\n[Tyson]\nComing straight that resides within\nGo toe to toe with a panther and you just can't win\nSuffered fame bats suppressed the rest\nThe rich get richer and the poor can't last\nThe American Dream was an American nightmare\nYou kept my people down and refuse to fight fair\nThe Klu Klux Klan tried to keep us out\nBesides drew they know no blacks allowed\nWith intimidation and segregation was a way for our freedom\nBut now were impatient\nBlacks the other skin: dead or sell outs\nFreedom, equality, then I'll yell out\n\"Don't you ever be ashamed of what you are\nIt's ya panther power that makes you a star\"\nPanther power\n[Chorus]\nPanther power\nPanther power\nPanther power\n[Tupac]\nMy Mother never let me forget my history\nHoping I was set free chains never put on me\nWanted to be more than just free\nHad to know the true facts about my history\n\n\n\nI couldn't settle for being a statistic\nCouldn't survive in this capitalistic\nGovernment cause it was meant to hold us back\nUsing ignorant, d**, to sneak attack\nIn my community think of unity\nBut when I charged them, tried to claim immunity\nI strike America like a case of hard disease\nPanther power is running through my arteries\nTry to stop oh boy you'll be clawed to d**h\nCause I'll be fighting for my freedom with my dying breath\nDo you remember that is what I'm asking you?\nYou think you living free don't let me laugh at you\nOpen your eyes realize that you have been locked in chains\nSaid you wasn't civilized and stole your name\nCause some time has pa**ed seem you all forget\nThere ain't no liberty to you and me we all ain't free yet\nPanter power\n[Chorus]\nPanther power\nPanther power\nPanther power\n[Tupac]\nAs real as it seems the American Dream\nAin't nothing but another calculated schemes\nTo get us locked up shot up back in chains\nTo deny us of the future rob our names\nKept my history of mystery but now I see\nThe American Dream wasn't meant for me\nCause lady liberty is a hypocrite she lied to me\nPromised me freedom, education, equality\nNever gave me nothing but slavery\nAnd now look at how dangerous you made me\nCalling me a mad man cause I'm strong and bold\nWith this dump full of knowledge of the lies you told\nPromise me emancipation indispute nation\nAll you gave my people was our patience\nFathers of our country never cared for me\nThey kept my answer shackled up in slavery\nAnd Uncle Sam never did a dam thing for me\nExcept lie about the facts in my history\nSo now I'm sitting hear mad cause I'm unemployed\nBut the government's glad cause they enjoyed\nWhen my people are down so they can screw us around\nTime to change the government now panther power\n[Chorus]\n",
    "2pac - Papa'z Song lyrics": "(feat. Wycked)\nDaddy's home...\n[2Pac]\nHeh, so?\nYou say that like that means somethin to me\nYou've been gone a mighty long motherf**in time\nfor you to be comin home talkin that \"daddy's home\" sh** (n***a)\nWe been gettin along fine just without you\nMe, my brother, and my mother\nSo if you don't mind, you can step the fu*k off, POPS.. f** you!\n[2Pac]\nHad to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight\nA pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night\nPlease send me a pops before puberty\nthe things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity\nMoms always work, I barely see her\nI'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her\nIt's a wonder they don't understand kids today\nso when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way\nAnd I hope that he answers me\nI heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family\nA different father every weekend\nBefore we get to meet him they break up before the week ends\nI'm gettin sick of all the friendships\nAs soon as we kick it he done split and the whole sh** ends quick\nHow can I be a man if there's no role model?\nStrivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle\nI'm so sorry...\n[Chorus]\nI'm so sorry\nfor all this time (I'm so sorry)\nfor all this time\nfor all this time (don't lie)\nI'm so sorry\nfor all this time (so, sorry)\nfor all this time\nfor all this time, so sorry baby!\n[Wycked]\nMoms had to entertain many men\nDidn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again\nI'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother\nMoms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father\nShould I stay or run away, tell me the answer\nMoms ignores me and avoids me like cancer\nGrow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff\nMoms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough\nCouldn't stand up to his own responsibilities\nInstead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly\nThat's why I'll never be a father;\nunless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother\n(That's when I started hatin the phony smiles\nSaid I was an only child)\nLook at mama's lonely smile\nIt's hard for a son to see his mother cry\nShe only loves you, but has to f** with these other guys\nI'm so sorry...\n[Chorus]\nI'm so sorry \n\n\n\nfor all this time\nfor all this time\nfor all this time\nI'm so sorry\nfor all this time\nfor all this time (so sorry)\nfor all this time, so sorry baby!\n[2Pac]\nMan child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes\nMoms was the only one there my pops was a no-show\nAnd ohh -I guess ya didn't know\nthat I would grow to be so strong\nLookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong\nWhere was the money that you said, you would send me\ntalked on the phone and you sounded so friendly\nAsk about school and my welfare\nbut it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares\nYou think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack\nYou grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back\nAsk about my moms like you loved her from the start\nLeft her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart\nSo don't even start with that \"wanna be your father\" sh**\nDon't even bother with your dollars I don't need it\nI'll bury moms like you left me all alone G\nNow that that I finally found you, stay the f** away from me\nYou're so sorry..\n[Chorus]\nI'm so sorry (so sorry)\nfor all this time (so, so sorry)\nfor all this time (I'm so so sorry)\nfor all this time (f** that!)\nI'm so sorry\nfor all this time (no)\nfor all this time (so sorry)\nfor all this time, so sorry baby!\n[Tupac - impersonating his father]\nI never meant to leave but I was wanted\nCrossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted\nHad to watch the strangers every brother was in danger\nIf I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a\nHad to move, one to lost my name and pick the number\nMade me watch my back I had no happy home to run to\nMaybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast\nBut livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no a**\nHindsight shows me it was wrong all along\nI wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong\nIt took a little longer than I thought\nI slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts\nNow I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand\nall I ever wanted was for you to be a man\nand grow to be the type you was meant to be\nKeep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me\nI'm so sorry...\n[Chorus w/ variations til end]",
    "2pac - Part 2 lyrics": "[Jon B.]\nJohnny \"J\", 2Pac, Jon B\n[2Pac]\nPart 2\nThis is for all the homeboys who couldn't get their happy home\nAs long as one of us got it some of us got it\nStay down for me, hold on\nVerse 1:\nSometimes you made me feel like I wasn't good enough for you\nSo I punished us both and didn't stay true\nSo much pain I know I've caused you\nTruly I'm sorry every day that I'm away girl\nThings went down that just don't make sense\nTime and place is all now irrevelant\nCause I'm still thinking about the love that's gone\nMorning, cooking breakfast back at home\nChorus:\nI never meant for this to end\nBut we couldn't just let it go again\nWe broke up, it's been years and we can't turn back\nBut I still remember my happy home, home, home\n2Pac:\nGoin' through hard times, ghetto child of mine\nI wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes\nTo be honest, it's a hard role just to keep up your faith in God\nKnowing you'll get scared though\nLook at him walking and talking, a little child with my eyes and mouth \n\n\n\nFather watch over little seeds, help me guide them out\nHad to change my whole lifestyle\nMarried my baby's momma, made her my wife now\nI'm tryin' hard y'all, maybe in time I'll be a better man\nWatching older couples, handle it like veterans\nShow me the meaning of forever and together we rise\nIf it'll help our child grow then together we die\nWhy question my love, it's so easy to see\nWithout my family all I'm left with is a shadow of me\nAfter all the arguments and the nights alone\nNow it's time to live the good life\n[Chorus]\nVerse 2:\nI wonder what you must feel like now you know\nThat I'm having a seed with someone else\nI didn't plan it to be this way\nBut things happen with time\nAnd you know, time don't wait for nobody baby Oh, now I gotta handle my responsibility\nEven though you still mean so much to me\nBaby I can't say enough that I'm sorry\nOh, I never meant\n[Chorus]",
    "2pac - Part Time Mutha lyrics": "[cutting and scratching]\nShe's a part time\na part time\npart time\nShe's a (part time mutha)\nA part time\nA part time\npart time\nShe's a (part time mutha)\nMeet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track\nUsed to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac\nNow what's that say about, this big epidemic\nThis hypocritical world, and the people in it\nNow speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild\nf** with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles\nThat would be cool, if she was your lover\nBut f** that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother\nWelfare checks never stepped through the front door\nCuz moms would run to the dopeman once more\nAll those days, had me fiending for a hot meal\nNow I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel\nSo don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight\nRevenge is a b**h, and my hit shake the murder rate\nWord to the mutha, I'm touched\nWhen moms come by, n***az hush or get rushed\nMaybe one day she'll recover\nBut what will it take, to shake, or break\nMy part time mutha\nI gotta live with a part time\nA part time\nA part time\nShe's a (part time mutha)\nA part time\nA part time\nShe's a (part time mutha)\nI grew up in a home where no-one liked me\nMoms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me\nPoppa was a nasty old man, like the rest\nHe's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress\nJust another pest, and yes I was nervous\nBlood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this\nI wanna tell mom, but would she listen\nShe's bound to be b**hin if she hasn't got a fix in\nSo... now I lay me down to sleep\nLord don't let him rape me\nIf he does my soul to keep\nDon't let the devil take me\nCan't concentrate I contemplate in my cla**room\nThinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom\nEvery day I make cla**, and yet I'm missing periods \n\n\n\nThe thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it\nI gotta tell mom, before she sees me\nI told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me\nCallin me a s*ut cuz my bu*t's kinda big so\nStill that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though\nI can't believe the way you call it\nGotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter\nTime for me to break and find another\nThat's when I discovered\nThe ways of the days of a part time mutha\nI got a part time\nA part time\nA part time\nShe's a (part time mutha)\nPart time\nA part time\nA part time mutha\nShe's a (part time mutha)\nI rush to tend her, talked as I touch her\nShe blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her\nI'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block\nHere, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot\nShe's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong\nPat myself on the back and move on\nIs this just how it is hell no\nCuz she came back with the kid and yo\nI been payin ever since\nThe clothes the food the cars and oh the rent\nAll of my time gets spent at the workplace\nNo time to kiss her got me list in the first place\nSo I do the dishes and clean the floor\nWhen I sleep I can't dream anymore\nOh no... now I'm a part time mutha\nAnd I, change the diapers and clean the sh**\nThe tables are turned I can't take this\nOh no... now I'm a part time mutha\nA part time\nA part time mutha\nNow I'm a part time mutha\nI'm a (part time mutha)\nA part time\nA part time\nPart time\nNow I'ma (part time mutha)\nShe's a part time\nA part time mutha\nHe's a part time mutha\nShe's a (part time mutha)\nA part time\nA part time\nA part time\nPart time mutha\nA part time\nA part time mutha\nPa-pa-pa-part time\nPa-pa-pa-part time...",
    "2pac - Pastor Keep Taking Our Change lyrics": "[Intro: Yahmeyl]\nLast time I looked around my hood\nI've seen the same old things:\nDrugs, prostitution, crack, everything you can name ...\nDon't you know?\nChurches've been in the hoods over 50 years\nAnd they still ain't doing nothing for us\nWhen I say us, the hebrew israelites are so-called black people\nWe need to see what's going on:\nPeep the game, don't be a victim ...\n[Verse 1: Yahmeyl]\nWhy don't you see that Christianity ain't for a black man?\nIn 1619 they brought us here on slave ships\nBaptised us and turned us into Christians\nAnd then they put us on the market blocks for gold and silver\nWhere is our sovereignty?\nThere is no reparation\nWe even built the White House\nBut the Euro take credit with no compensation\nChildren are dying\nPastors is lying\nThey wish wouldn't stole\nAwake the people\nTake the blindfold off the children\nMake them change, man\n[Hook: Yahmeyl]\nSomething has to change, man\nCause the pastor keep taking our change, man\nIn the ghettos and the hoods, I just see the same thing:\n40 acres and a mule ain't enough for me ...\nWake up, get you mind off the chain game\nI know you're tired of the same thing!\n[Verse 2: Yahmeyl]\nDays are so crazy, what can we do?\nThey're k**ing us slowly by attacking our food\nWhere's the sovereignty?\nWhy would we just standing on picket signs\nTrying to convince a government\nWhen they think we're out of our minds?\nI accuse law, we're getting sicker and sicker\nHave you ever thought about the chemicals they add in our water?\nWhy would I poison my new born\nWith needles and vaccines?\nThe pastor knows it's true\nBut he don't want to expose the wicked government\n[Hook: Yahmeyl]\nSomething has to change, man\nCause the pastor keep taking our change, man\nIn the ghettos and the hoods, I just see the same thing:\n40 acres and a mule ain't enough for me ...\nWake up, get you mind off the chain game \n\n\n\nI know you're tired of the same thing!\n[Verse 3: K-Rino]\nWill a man rob the father? That's impossible to do\nBut he damn sure is capable of robbing me and you\nSee, when them church doors open we enter 'em fast hoping\nBut slick words are spoken that trigger useless emotions\nAdd a bunch of charlatans, you're marvelling\nThat's why they're targeting, women and softer men\nTo make them rich giving them offerings\nWhile poor people are striving hard, politicians plotting wars\nYou show up in the private jet and I ain't even got a car\nResearch gives great rewards? Feed us right we might believe you\nNo person will have a problem uplifting the righteous preacher\nAll of us are suffering from weak teaching and gossiping\nThe prosperity preacher is the only one that's prospering\nThey persecute the conscious man, the rest of them will stay blind\nA slave religion can't produce nothing but a slave mind\nWhatever you choose to follow, don't be scared to see to use\nWe don't need motivational speakers, we need the truth\n[Outro: 2pac]\nIf the churches took half the money that they was making\nAnd gave it back to the community\nWe'd be alright\nIf they took half the buildings that they use to \"praise God\"\nAnd gave it to motherf**ers who need God\nWe'd be alright\nHave you seen some of these got damn churches lately?\nThere's one's that take up the whole block in New York\nThere's homeless people out here\nWhy ain't God lettin' them stay there?\nWhy these n***as got gold ceilings and sh**?\nWhy God need gold ceilings to talk to me?\nWhy does God need colored windows to talk to me?\nWhy God can't come where I'm at where he sent me?\nIf God wanted to talk to me in a pretty spot like that\nWhy the hell he send me here then?\nThat makes ghetto kids not belive in God\nWhy?\nSo that's wrong religion ...",
    "2pac - Payback lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nThey'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five\nco*ked on these s**as, time to die\nEven as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus\nI was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust\nBut now I'm labelled as a troublemaker who can you blame?\nSmokin' weed helped me take away the pain\nSo I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin', don't worry\nI'm about to crash up on the curb cause my vision's blurry\nMaybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?\nI had to feed my f**in' family, what else could I do\nBut be a thug - out slangin' with the homies\nf** hangin' with them phonies in the club\nGot my mind on danger\nNever been a stranger to homicide\nMy city's full of gang bangers and drive bys\nWhy do we die at an early age\nHe was so young\nBut still a victim of the 12 gauge\nMy memories of a corpse\nMind full of sick thoughts\nAnd I ain't goin back to court\nSo f** what you thought, I'm drinkin' Hennessey\nRunnin' from my enemies will I live to be 23\nThere's so much pain\n[Hook]\nGonna pay back n***as who did me wrong in the past\nSome motherf**er's gotta die!\nI'm an evil motherf**er ready to tear sh** up\nI'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up\nGonna pay back n***as who did me wrong in the past\nSome motherf**er's gotta die!\nI'm an evil motherf**er ready to tear sh** up\nI'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up\n[Verse 2: Eazy-E]\nSee, my momma...she was wrong when I was born\nThat a n***a like E should'a never been born\nGonna pay back n***as who did me wrong in the past\nMy days ain't long\nI'm comin' strong and fast\nLock up 8 n**s..k** up 10 pigs\nInnocent and f**ers are also dyin, too\nNow what else can I do?\nf**, f**, f** and plant my seeds\nLeavin' kids in this world like me\nThe lunatic psycho mutherf**a Eazy-E \n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n24 hours to live\nBut I don't wanna die\n24 hours to live\nOh why, oh why?\nMust die\n[Hook]\nSky diving, scuba diving\nTo Evel Knievel stunt car drivin'\nGonna pay back n***as who did me wrong in the past\nSome motherf**er's gotta die!\nI'm an evil motherf**er ready to tear sh** up\nI'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up\nGonna pay back n***as who did me wrong in the past\nSome motherf**er's gotta die!\nI'm an evil motherf**er ready to tear sh** up\nI'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nThey got me mobbin' like I'm\nLoc'ed and ready to get my slug on\nAnd I load my clip and slip my motherf**in' gloves on\nI ain't scared to blast on these s**as if they test me\nTrust, I got my Glock co*ked playa if they press me\nBust on motherf**ers with a - paaa**ion\nBetter duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - b-b-blaaastin\nI'm a nut an' drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high\nOn the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die\nTell me why cause this stress is gettin' major\nA buck-fifty across the face with my razor\nWhat can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone\nKeep my brain on the game and stay head strong\n[Verse 4: Eazy-E]\nI'm starting to sweat\nCause I don't really wanna die yet\nDizzy spells, flashbacks in my head\nn***as ain't want me to bein' happy when I'm dead\nBut I ain't goin' out unless 30 n***as die\nI'm dying anyway so I'm thinking suicide\n[Hook]\nGonna pay back n***as who did me wrong in the past\nSome motherf**er's gotta die!\nI'm an evil motherf**er ready to tear sh** up\nI'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up\nGonna pay back n***as who did me wrong in the past\nSome motherf**er's gotta die!\nI'm an evil motherf**er ready to tear sh** up\nI'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up",
    "2pac - Peep Game lyrics": "(feat. Threat)\nSo what the f** you talkin about?! Aw, sh**.\nGoody, goody, gumdrops.\nNigaa, get your hoodie and your gun co*ked.\nRock it till the drum stops.\nHip hop.\nEven if my sh** flip flop\nIt probably wouldn't stop.\nTalk sh** and get socked.\nHow ya hang em?\nKnow a realer n***a? You could bring him.\nIf I don't represent the sh**,\nI'll kick it.\nWe could sway him.\nHuh. As if I know ya.\nThen I could show ya.\nBut if I don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya.\nSo, so peep game\nAt point blank range.\nThe fame can't change what the game maintains.\nStrange. Wind against the grain.\nAw sh**. Flick or no flick I trips for no b**h.\nCatch up on your pimpin.\nI ain't simpin. I'm a dis her.\nCouldn't be my sister if she actin like I missed her.\nTell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me.\nDon't these n***as know that neiter one of y'all can fade me.\nI ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel.\nBut f** wit Tupac and pop goes the weisel.\nMe and Threat made a bet on how many fellas\nWould jack a motha f**in real n***a cuz they jealous.\nThey do it for the fame.\nExplain. Insane. What's in a name? What's in a name?\nPeep game.\n[Chorus repeats]\nPunk b**h, how ya like me now?\nCan't f** around wit the funky style.\nPut it together like a puzzle builder.\nIf Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' k** ya.\nk**a Cali.\nThe state where they k**.\nDown wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?\nThe b**hes lookin funny.\nFeel em at me. Feel em at me wit they minds on they heaven\nWit they .357.\n-Where you at?\n*On the freeway, deep in LA.\n-OK, see you when get here loc.\n*OK.\n-Here I am. Here I am.\n*Goddamn that was quick.\n-Told ya I was comin. Who is that? Is that your woman? \n\n\n\n*Na, that's just a hoochie looking for some juice.\n-What's up my n***a? What ya know? A n***a got a little bigger.\nThat's all folks know.\nFat gold ropes.\nGotta keep a low key for my attack.\nWhen I approach, I want the diamonds, the pearls.\nThe round the way girls.\nCuz baby got, baby got back out this world.\nWould you give a fee? Never.\nFly like a feather.\nMake more money than your father and your mother put together.\nThe game is to be sold, not to be told.\nSo buy it.\nCan't afford it?\nLow budget hoes gotta brother.\nPeep game.\n[Chorus repeats]\nDon't sell out.\nGet the hell out.\nCuz here I come.\nHit em with my bop gun.\nThey came and they blast.\nWe got witt they a**.\nAnd oh, pop this vest and all the rest of that mess.\nComin through like Terminater 2.\nBoost your crew cuz we ain't afraid of you.\nYou know what time it is wit me once the clock stike 3.\nWe goin coo-coo like Cocoa Puffs. Whooo eeii!!!\n[Chorus repeats]\nTime to get paid, time to get paid. Check.\nTime to represent the west. On me: nuttin but a vest.\nGot my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize.\nFirst s**a jump, first s**a die.\nGimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya.\nHard as a boulder.\nMotha f**in souja.\nBoom bam boom!! It's a stick up.\nVice president Dan Quayle eat a dick up.\nPeep game.\n[Chorus repeats]\n(Spoken by Tupac)\nPunk motha f**a.\nf** all those motha f**as, they all can eat a motha f**in dick up.\nWord up. f** the police. I don't give a f**.\nBobcat in this motha f**a boy.\nBig up! Big up! To the criminals.\nf** em.\nthis is serious business.\nYeah, microphone mafia.\nTupac, Threat, Bobcat.\n93 shot.\nYeah n***a, b**h.",
    "2pac - Phone Conversation with Sanyika Shakur lyrics": "S: [?], what's up?\nT: [?], playa.\nS: I got the message you was trying to send. But you know they had me on the Hannibal Lecter trip.\nT: Yeah, I was wondering what happened, because they did that to me, too, when I was up in there.\nS: Yeah, I heard.\nT: [?] people I couldn't write to like [?]. they opened my whole letter to him\nS: Oh yeah, you know, ? long way, right. ? this cat named Robin ; I can't do that sh**.\nT: ? because this other cat wrote me, that said you talked to him . I know he said that.\nS: Right, right.\nT: Everybody know I'm trying to get at you.\nS: That was a good shoutout you gave me, man in the Vibe, man.\nT: Oh, you know it's all good. I've been trying to tell it to your face for the longest time.\nS: Ay, ay, you don't remember when we met, huh?\nT: Nah. ? said it was up in L.A., right?\nS: Straight up, man.\nT: I don't remember that sh**.\nS: ? It was me, you, it was ? Dara, we was kicking it in Mkumbu's pad.\nT: I still don't remember that sh**. I budded out, though.\nS: I know, homie. Hey, you got my number, though?\nT: No.\nS: You called me, remember?\nT: But I got that number from Mo. He was with me. He dialed the number for me.\nS: Okay, take the number down. 909-243-2889.\nT: 2889.\nS: You know, we start shooting the movie next month, right?\nT: You do?\nS: I'm telling you, man, I want you to play me, man.\nT: I want to play you. They can't have nobody play you.\nS: Dig this. Check this out. The producer\u2014I mean the director, right\u2014is Antoine Fuqua; young brother, 28 years old, from Baltimore, right. But he's straight, straight up cat like us, right. And he's a good cat. We got hella pull with him, right. We didn't even did casting yet, man. You know? \n\n\n\nT: You gotta put me down.\nS: I'm telling you. I had seen your sh**, I just seen Juice.\nT: Oh, you did?\nS: \u2018Cause I was all locked up all them years.\nT: Oh sh**.\nS: I just seen your sh**, man.\nT: Word.\nS: ? last night?\nT: Yeah, when I was up in that jailhouse I wrote one too. I was supposed to be getting that sh** together. What else are you doing, man?\nS: Ay, man, you won't believe that I got some dope a** lyrics.\nT: Word?\nS: I'm serious! I got this sh** called \u201cLevel 5\u201d that's bomb sh**.\nT: Word [laughing] You got to come in the studio then.\nS: I'm telling you, I got some sh**.\nT: So when are you going to come through?\nS: When can I come through?\nT: Anytime you want. I'm in the studio every day. I'm finishing an album. Doing a double album this Christmas called All Eyez on Me. I've got a song with Dre, I've got a song with Roger, I got a song with George Clinton.\nS: That sh** is fat.\nT: I got Sister Souljah coming. If you're coming, we could be the bomb.\nS: Hey, check this out, check this out. That sh** you shot, man, \u201cSo Many Tears\u201d.\nT: Yeah.\nS: Man, I burst out in tears when I heard that sh**.\nT: You like that sh**?\nS: Man, you ? that sh**. [Tupac laughing] I'm telling you, yesterday, I was cleaning up the pad - me and my wife, right. And I'm cleaning up the pad, and \u201cLord Knows\u201d was on, right. The last verse that sh** hit me and froze me.",
    "2pac - Picture Me Rollin' lyrics": "Yeah\nClear enough for ya? Yea right\nWhy you n***as look mad?\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all n***as look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail\nHo bustas!\nPicture me rolling in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these n***as, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be telling\nKnow there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling!\nDon't want to be another number\nI gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under\nThe federales wanna see me dead\nn***as put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live?\nWill God forgive me for all the dirt a n***a did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen n***as shooting at your crib\nMama, I'm still thugging, the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin'\nFlossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen\nThinking of the G's I'll be holdin', picture me rollin'\nCan you see me now? (Oh picture me rollin')\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture\nCan you see it?\nPicture me rollin' (picture me rollin')\nYeah n***a!\nAy, but peep how my n***a Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\nI got keys coming from overseas\nCost a n***a 200 G's\nI'm a street commando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player\nThug, branded to be a women-layer\nSo many player haters, imitators steady swanging\nMake me wanna start back banging\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPacking 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies\nWhile I'm sipping on Remy\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n'96 Big body, sitting on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long \n\n\n\nI'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'\nIt's hard to imagine picture me rollin'!\nPicture, picture me rollin'\nRollin', picture me rollin'\nWheelin', picture me rollin'\nPicture me yea yeah\nI gots to get the f** up in it\nFormulate a caper\n'Cause a n***a straight suffering from lack of having paper\nMy b**h fin' to have a ba*tard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some ballin' a** n***as, and they slippin' in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)\nChecking in the park, 'Pac\nWe caught em sleeping, he didn't peep you n***as creeping?\nThis how we do it every weekend\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCpo, we got the bomb spot, n***a time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you could get the females\nThis crooked sh** that we inflicting getting street sales!\nMove smooth as a motherf**er, me and my 9\nI'm as cool as a motherf**er, I'mma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\nBoss Hog and this 'Pac n***a, picture us rollin'\nRollin'\nPicture me rollin'\nPicture me\nPicture me rollin'\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin' roll call\nYou know there's some muh'f**ers out there\nI just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you b**h a** C.O.'s\nCan you n***as see me from there?\nBallin' on y'all punk a**!\nPicture me rollin', baby\nYeah\nAll them n***as up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all n***as when I come home it's on\nThat's right n***a, picture me rollin'\nOh, I forgot! The D.A\nYeah, that b**h had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the ho see me from here?\nCan you see me, ho?\nPicture me rollin'\nAnd all you punk police\nCan you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin' n***a, legit\nFree like O.J. All day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my n***as up in this motherf**er\nManute, Pain, Syke, Cochran, Mopreme\nIt's sad dog\nCan you picture us rolling?\nCan you see me ho?\nIs y'all ready for me?\nWe up out this b**h\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin'",
    "2pac - Play Your Cards Right lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nI hope it can work out tonight wa**sup\nI know we been seein' each other for a long time\nAnd (hahaha) I'm hopin' tonight can be the night\nYeah, that's right\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nAnother shady mission\nHad enough of shady tricks\nYou so suspicious like watchin' pictures in hazy' vision\nTonight it's love making\nTake you any place you wish\nToday we satisfied\nYesterday was stolen kisses\nBlind insanity\nPerfect pictures of me and my family\nNot understanding the destiny\nThat they planned for me?\nIf I have kids will I live to see' em grow?\nThough I don't know\nI live the life of a thug n***a until the day I go\nNo broken promises\nA sacred bond broken\nI know I die alone\nBut yet and still I'm hopin'\nVisions of prisons\nMaybe I'll be forgiven\nI know its better in heaven cause bein' here ain't livin'\nClose my eyes and see nothing but pain the world's crazy\nStill look for a queen to plant seeds and have babies\nMaybe I'll be the one\nOr just maybe I'm lost\nYou'll never know being cautious, if you play your cards right\n[Chours: K-Ci and Jo-Jo]\nIf you play your cards right, everything will be alright\nIf you play your cards right, tonight will be the night\nIf you play your cards right, everything will be alright\nIf you play your cards right, tonight will be the night\n[Verse 2: Big Syke]\nI'm always in the mix\nLife is full of tricks\nI guess, tryin' my best\nNothing less, before I lay to rest\nMy quest and future I'm mourn like a new born baby\nIntense and seldom to the world I'm so crazy\nMy daddy raised me to be a man, do the best I can\nHe said you won't succeed in life without a plan\nIt's hard to take my people trade me\nWith Indian hate, can't wait better change before it's too late\n[Verse 3: Mopreme]\nThey got me at the bottom of a deck, searching for my Ace\nI can't take too many chances, ain't much love in my place\nFull of torment and soul, and it's written all in my face\nHollow inside, a crooked smile is the only trace \n\n\n\nA mission slightly incomplete\nMisconceptions of success and defeat\nI roam these dark streets alone\nSearching for yo homie, smokin' til I'm gone\nWhen I need someone to kind of lay my burdens on\n[Chours: K-Ci and Jo-Jo]\nIf you play your cards right, everything will be alright\nIf you play your cards right, tonight will be the night\nIf you play your cards right, everything will be alright\nIf you play your cards right, tonight will be the night\n[Verse 4: E.D.I. Mean]\nDecember 30 in nineteen-ninety feen yeah\nMy reincarnation steps in, born into a world that don't love itself, but the love is wealth\nMy little n***a listen closely, if you don't remember nothing else\nJust remember that life ain't nothing but a game\nA gamble, and how you play yo hand will sho' explain\nFor what's ever\nIn times you gone journey into a crossroad, get lost tho'\nKeep on bailin' and let 'em see you up in floss mode\n[Verse 5: Yaki Kadafi]\nMysteriously it seems\nThrough my deepest thoughts and dreams\nIt's all wrong, Pop too long gone\nAnd now way it seems I'm stranded on my own\nAbandoned here in a zone\nProtect my throne\nPow like king Al Capone style\nFake no jacks on this grind\nCoked up with crack I get mine\nLiving life as a Don, Guess Gortex, Louis Vuitton\nWith my future behind me, livin' with these snakes\nSent here to blind me, one day I know my future's gonna find me\nAm I crying?\n[Chours: K-Ci and Jo-Jo]\nIf you play your cards right, everything will be alright\nIf you play your cards right, tonight will be the night\nIf you play your cards right, everything will be alright\nIf you play your cards right, tonight will be the night\n[Outro: Pac talking]\nWould you be patient, and you take your time\nAnd you finess it, 9 times out of 10\nHomeboy you gon' wake up with your breakfast in bed\nBut if you rush and you just be manhandlin'\nYou can and yo a** can go home tonight Haha\nPlay your cards right",
    "2pac - Playa Cardz Right lyrics": "This going out to all the females that be having\nTo beat them motherf***ers in they head to get them\nOff of them, Haha Another shady mission, tricks, like watchin' pictures in hazy vision\nTonight is love makin', take you any place you wish\nToday we satisfied, and today we stole them kisses\nBlind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my family Not understanding it definitely, if they plan for me\nIf I have kids, will I live to see them grow?\nThough I don't know, I live the life of a thug n****\nUntil the day I go, no broken promises A sacred bond broken, I know I die alone\nBut yet and still I'm hopin'\nVisions of prisons, maybe I'll be forgiven\nI know it's better in heaven 'cause bein' here ain't livin' Close my eyes and see nothing but pain, the world is crazy, still\nLookin' for a queen to plant seeds and have babies\nMaybe I'll be the one or just maybe I'm lost\nYou'll never know being cautious, if you playa cardz right Player cards right baby (Haha, player cards right)\nPlayer cards right girl (Take ya time)\nTake your time baby (Be patient)\nJust be patient baby (Don't rush)\nDon't you rush it girl Uh huh, Luda\nYou ain't gotta do that baby\nIt's not the hand that you're dealt but how you playin' your cards\nYou got a brother feelin' mellow like a Cuban cigar You truly a star, we'll take the days one at a time\nI think we make the perfect pair, cause you my one of a kind\nI say we make a full house, live out the family dreams\nNo jokers, no jacks, just kings and queens And we should leave the clubs alone and take trips to islands\nGive you all of my heart and flood your hands with diamonds\nNo more livin' like a player, stop chasin' the hoes\nI never put you in a shuffle, use my ace in the hole I live a life full of riches we got places to go\nSo no bluffin', no rushin', just takin' it slow\nLet your man do the hustling while you lay in the shade\nI'll throw a deuce to the haters, call a spade a spade And let you know I'll never hurt you, baby girl\nYou made me hurry up and wait and I know patience is a virtue \n\n\n\nHaha\nPlayer cards right baby Player cards right baby (Haha, player cards right)\nPlayer cards right girl (Take ya time)\nTake your time baby (Be patient)\nJust be patient baby (Don't rush)\nDon't you rush it girl You're the one, the only one heaven sent for me\nBaby I'm hopin' that you understand, that you still believe\nThat I got the special times, on my mind, just hopin' that you see\nBaby that the thug in me is lovin' you, that this is meant to be\nGirl I'll never leave you alone You're the one, the only one heaven sent for me\nBaby I'm hopin' that you understand, that you still believe\nThat I got the special times, on my mind, just hopin' that you see\nBaby that the thug in me is lovin' you, that this is meant to be\nGirl I'll never leave you alone Player cards right baby (Haha, player cards right)\nPlayer cards right girl (Take ya time)\nTake your time baby (Be patient)\nJust be patient baby (Don't rush)\nDon't you rush it girl Player cards right baby (Haha, player cards right)\nPlayer cards right girl (Take ya time)\nTake your time baby (Be patient)\nJust be patient baby (Don't rush)\nDon't you rush it girl Hahah You know I know how it is sometimes I know exactly what you talking about Motherf***er be havin' a one track mind.\nThat liquor be makin' a motherf***er just straight up stone cold thuggin It's ok, we don't know no better sometimes, haha You gotta slow down homie We learn that Player cards right Yeah hahaha Especially them n****z like Kastro, Kastro is a straight gorilla pimp My homeboy I-20 is just like that man And that n**** f***in uhh, Yaki Kadafi, straight gorilla pimp Lil' Fate the same way N****z just be takin' it, they don't give a f***. Big what? Exactly Them n****z is just gorilla pimps Haha, that's Jayo for ya E.D.I. Amin Hahahaha, Ha That n**** done slow down up Please slow it down He used to be a super gorilla pimp Doller Boy, Haha, Disturbin' the Peace baby, we can take it slow sometimes man Yeah, yeah Woo, player cards right Player cards right",
    "2pac - Playa Cardz Right (female) lyrics": "(feat. Keyshia Cole)\n[Verse 1: 2pac]\nWa**up Boo (Ha Ha Yeaaa)\nAnother Shady Mission, Tricks Like Watching Pictures\nAnd Hazy Vision. Tonight Is Love Making Take You\nAny Place You Wish, Today We Satisfy And Stay With Stoling Kisses,\nBlind Insanenity, Perfect Pictures Of Me And My Family\nNot Understanding The d**hy That They Plan For Me\nIf I Have Kids Will I Live To See Em Grow\nBut I Dont Know I Live The Life Of A Thug n***a Untill The Day I Go,\nNo Broken Promises, A Sacred Bond Broken, I Know I Die Alone\nBut Yet Still Im Hoping, Vision Of Prison Maybe I Be Forgive\nI Know It's Better In Heaven, Cuz Being Here Aint Living\nClose My Eyes And See Nothin But Pain The World Crazy, Still Looking For A Queen\nTo Plant Seeds And Have Babies Maybe I'll Be The One Or Just Maybe Im Lost\nYou'll Never Know Being Cautionz If You Playa Cardz Right.\n[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]\nI Want To Be The One Who\nWho You Can Depend On,\nWho Be The One Who Be There\nThrough The Thick And Thin\nGo By The Wire We Will Be\nThere Till The Mourning We Won't Leave Until The Night And\nWe Will Be Forever Mourned \n\n\n\n[Verse 2: Keyshia Cole]\nNo One Else Can Do\nWhat You Do For Me\nTake Me Away From The Pain\nI Feel Inside\nIt's Going To Be Alright\nIt Will Be Okay\nIf We Try And Take Our Time\nPlease Baby Take Your Time\nAnd We'll Grow\nTrust I Know\nI Wanna Be The One Who\n[Chorus]\n[2pac:]\nYou Got To Playa Cardz Right On ?\nCan't Be Rushin Like It's Race Namsayin\nIf You Be Patient And You Take Your Time\nAnd? Nine Times Out Of Ten Homeboy You Gone Wake Up\nWith Ya Breakfast In Bed But If You Rush\nAnd You Just Be Man Handling,\nYou Ass Going Home Tonight,\nPlay The Cardz Right n***a\nTake Ya Time, Be Patient\nGo Slow It's Betta That Way\nYou Aint Heard [Laugh], Playa Cardz Right\n[Chorus]\n[2pac:]\nTake Ya Time Man Dont Be In Such A Rush\nHaa You Got To Be Patient Man It Aint Going Nowhere\nOne Get Some Champane Bring Some Roses\nOr Somethin You Know Play Some Soft sh**\nLight A Fire You Got To Be Cool With It\nGot To Be Slow With It\nGot To Be Patient\nGot To Playa Cardz Right On One\nCan't Be Racing Like It's A Race Namsayin\nIf You Be Patient And Take Ya Time And ?\n",
    "2pac - Playa Cardz Right (Male) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nThis going out to all the females that be having\nTo beat them motherf**ers in they head to get them\nOff of them, Haha\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nAnother shady mission, tricks, like watchin' pictures in hazy vision\nTonight is love makin', take you any place you wish\nToday we satisfied, yesterday was stolen kisses\nBlind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my family\nNot understanding the d**h of me, had they planned for me?\nIf I have kids, will I live to see them grow?\nThough I don't know, I live the life of a thug n***a\nUntil the day I go, no broken promises\nA sacred bond broken, I know I die alone\nBut yet and still I'm hopin'\nVisions of prisons, maybe I'll be forgiven\nI know it's better in heaven cause bein' here ain't livin'\nClose my eyes and see nothing but pain, the world is crazy, still\nLookin' for a queen to plant seeds and have babies\nMaybe I'll be the one or just maybe I'm lost\nYou'll never know being cautious, if you play your cards right\n[Hook: Keyon Bryce & 2pac]\nPlay your cards right baby, haha, play your cards right\nPlay your cards right girl, take ya time\nTake your time baby, be patient\nJust be patient baby, don't rush\nDon't you rush it girl\n[Verse 2: Ludacris]\nUh huh, Luda\nYou ain't gotta do that baby\nIt's not the hand that you're dealt but how you playin' your cards\nYou got a brother feelin' mellow like a Cuban cigar\nYou truly a star, we'll take the days one at a time\nI think we make the perfect pair, cause you my one of a kind\nI say we make a full house, live out the family dreams\nNo jokers, no jacks, just kings and queens\nAnd we should leave the clubs alone and take trips to islands\nGive you all of my heart and flood your hands with diamonds\nNo more livin' like a playa, stop chasin' the hoes\nI never put you in a shuffle, use my ace in the hole\nI live a life full of riches we got places to go\nSo no bluffin', no rushin', just takin' it slow\nLet your man do the hustling while you lay in the shade\nI'll throw a deuce to the haters, call a spade a spade\nAnd let you know I'll never hurt you, baby girl\nYou made me hurry up and wait and I know patience is a virtue\nHaha, play your cards right baby \n\n\n\n[Hook: Keyon Bryce & 2pac]\nPlay your cards right baby, haha, play your cards right\nPlay your cards right girl, take ya time\nTake your time baby, be patient\nJust be patient baby, don't rush\nDon't you rush it girl\n[Verse 3: Keon Bryce]\nYou're the one, the only one heaven sent for me\nBaby, I'm hopin' that you understand, that you still believe\nThat I got the special times, on my mind, just hopin' that you see\nBaby that the thug in me is lovin' you, that this is meant to be\nGirl I'll never leave you alone\nYou're the one, the only one heaven sent for me\nBaby, I'm hopin' that you understand, that you still believe\nThat I got the special times, on my mind, just hopin' that you see\nBaby that the thug in me is lovin' you, that this is meant to be\nGirl I'll never leave you alone\n[Hook: Keyon Bryce & 2pac]\nPlay your cards right baby\nPlay your cards right girl, just play your cards\nTake your time baby, play your cards right\nJust be patient baby, take your time, girl\nDon't you rush it girl\nRush it girl, hahaha\nPlay your cards right baby, be patient\nPlay your cards right girl, play your cards right\nTake your time baby, yeah\nJust be patient baby\nDon't you rush it girl\n[Outro: Ludacris & 2pac]\nHahah\nYou know\nI know how it is sometimes\nI know exactly what you talking about\nMothaf**ers be havin' a one track mind. That liquor be makin' a mothaf**er just straight up stone cold thuggin\nIt's ok, we don't know no better sometimes, haha\nYou gotta slow down homie\nWe learn that\nPlaya cardz right\nYeah hahaha\nEspecially them n***as like Kastro. Kastro is a straight gorilla pimp\nMy homeboy I-20 is just like that man\nAnd that n***a f**in' uh, Yaki Kadafi, straight gorilla pimp\nLil' Fate the same way\nn***as just be takin' it, they don't give a f**. Big what?\nExactly\nThem n***as is just gorilla pimps\nHaha, that's Jayo for ya\nE.D.I. Mean\nHahaha, Haaaaa\nThat n***a done slow down huh\nPlease slow it down\nHe used to be a super gorilla pimp\nDolla Boy, Haha. Disturbin tha Peace, baby. We can take it slow sometimes man\nYeah, yeah\nWoooo, play your cards right\nPlay your cards right",
    "2pac - Playa Young Thugs lyrics": "Artist: Smooth f/ 2Pac\nAlbum: Smooth\nSong: Playa Young Thugs\nChorus:\nA black man, that not too many understand\nPyt, playa young thug, you need some lovin tlc\nI wanna get with you\n[Smooth]\nIt's Saturday, time to play\nI gotta hit the street, I'm chillin out ok\nI gotta hit the spot lookin fl\nI wanna watch the O.G. thugs roll by\nFind a little lovin, not too much\nJust enough to wake them up\nWho do I see, a fool that wanna get with me\nNot in the mood, so I really dont wanna speak\nA black man, that not too many understand\nHe has a plan, not to work for uncle sam\nA hood fanatic, a hoodlum mack\nIn fact, the male version of a female mack\nHe has money and everthing that comes with it\nPyt, playa young thug\nJust a tiny bit of what the ghettos made of\nGotta give love to the young thugs\nChorus: repeat 2X\n[2Pac]\nLook here\nNow tell me whos afraid of this young Thug\nLook how we came up from the ghetto were we slung d**\nAmerica eats it's babies, it's crazy\nWill somebody save me from this sytematic slavery\nGot me in cuffs, I'm gettin ruffed up daily \n\n\n\nSend me to jail cause i rebel on what they tell me\nMy life's hell, got the law tryin to capture me\nAnd then the courts and the whole force after me\nI'm hittin fences, my defenses, it was senseless\nIts like the whole was against us\nThen they wonder why I'm cussin, bustin at the world\nDont trust em, me and my homies sayin f** em\nRollin in my 6-0 Impala, all about makin dollars\nSometimes it make me wanna holla\nBut now its cool,and if im motivatin,baby make a move\nCause uh,thugs get lonley too\nAnd all i heard em say was...\nChorus: repeat 2X\n[Smooth]\nA straight up menace\nAnd if he starts then he will finish to keep his image\nAnd i can tell,bye the way he bail, he was payed well\nTalkin dinner, movies and the motel\nSexual, flexible, he gets freaky undercovers, so he's good to go\nI only know what i see in the hood is thugs\nSo you know i gotta give them love\nChorus: repeat 2X\nHe got money and everthing that comes with it,pyt\nJust a little part of what the ghettos made of\nGotta give love to the young thugs\nChorus: repeat 3X",
    "2pac - Playaz Dedication lyrics": "[Intro: Sway Of Kmel interviewing 2Pac]\n[Sway + (2Pac)]\nA yo Pac, you work, you gave a lot of love back to uh, some Bay Area artists\nLike E-40, 4-Tay (yup), you know, Dru Down, and the whole crew\nTalk about what made you decide to work with them\n[2Pac]\nBecause I can't always be in the Bay\nAnd I know how the Bay is\nThe Bay is tight people, man\nIf you ain't there, they gone talk about you\nSo I want them to know, I love you, I feel you, I'm representing for you\nSo I know I got a certain amount of acclaim and everything\nSo I bring the Bay with me, and 4-Tay, he always been raw to me\nAnd I like his style, when I was in jail, I used to listen to his stuff\nSo when I got out, we clicked, we did the song\nNow he in jail, now I got to do what he did for me\nWhen I was in jail, he used to send out shout outs\nAnd say how he support me and everything\nNow I support 4-Tay, everybody pray for him and send letters\nI hope the brother get out of jail soon as possible and get back to his sh**\nBecause you know it's a struggle for every young black man\n4-Tay, you know how it is, only God can judge\n[Verse 1: Rappin' 4-Tay]\nI ain't trying to make you feel all down and bitter\nThis is for my dog, about to pour me out a little liquor\nCould of swam in the tears shedded in the Bay\nTry to hold it in, couldn't help but cry all day\nI'm stressing, please with my rap, hopefully it's working\nBecause when your folks leave this earth, man, that sh** be hurting\nEmotional traumas, enough to make you lose your ground\nNo matter what happen, just represent and put it down\nI feel I owe this to the real g's across the nation\nNot just the R.I.P., a player's type of dedication\nWhat's rap without the game, gangsters, and villains\nMy fears of this calls me on got to make a k**ing\nBecause my voices is saying things that I ain't ever heard of\nAnd just because of that, a n***a wants to plot a murder?\nBut I got something for them s**ers who intend to rush me\nPart two, and only God can judge me\n[Hook: Rappin' 4-Tay]\nFrom the ghetto to the pen, can you comprehend?\nAnd all the real players, pour out some Hen\nThis my dedication to a million soldiers\nMay you rest in peace, this coming from the Forte \n\n\n\nFrom the ghetto to the pen, can you comprehend?\nAnd all the real players, pour out some Hen\nThis my dedication, my n***a 2Pac\nAnd you can best believe - that it won't stop, uh\n[Verse 2: Rappin' 4-Tay]\nYou should've known that I'd be coming back, especially after\nAll the drama that done happened, got to holler at you\nCoolio hot and the Together Brothers kicked the game\nBut things done got so out of hand that we can't even sing\nThis ain't a sad song, man this some real sh**\nGo to clubs and chop up game, who pump that rough sh**?\nWish I could bring you all back from heaven but I can't\nSometimes I reminisce and down a whole fifth of drink\nBut the least I could do is stay on the hit list\nDespite the controversy, put it down and shift the gift\nLife goes on just like a show goes on\nThe player haters roll on, but man we oh so strong\nWish I could bring you back through the time\nSo we could spit some rhymes, and show them busters how players recline\nSo took the deepest feelings in the heart, and when the drama starts\nJust ask yourself who was down from the very start\n[Hook: Rappin' 4-Tay]\n[Verse 3: Rappin' 4-Tay]\nThings just ain't the way they used to be\nIt seems the more money you stack, the more retracted enemies\nFirst round draft pick, millions for baskets\nJealousy and envy results to nothing but caskets\nAnd it's a cold thing for a black man\nHe clocking more than you clock, so you let that 9' rain?\nTrue enough there's a lot of drama in a ghetto story\nAnd a lot of tears, but that comes with the territory\nThat's why you got to keep the game on the shelf\nAnd by all means, look out for your legitimate work\nSo let me put you up on the scoop, because s**ers like to swoop\nBefore you know it you got caught up in the pimping\nAnd ain't nothing you can do to pay the price\nLike innocent people I know with 25 to life\nIt's got me caught up, stuck, trapped in a corner\nBut it's Westside for life, I'm representing California\n[Hook: Rappin' 4-Tay 3X (w/ minor variations)]\n[Outro: Rappin' 4-Tay]\nAnd anybody who lost a loved one\nRappin' 4-Tay and Rag Top\nWe too willing not to feel you\nMay you rest in peace\nMy dedication",
    "2pac - PLAYING WITH FIRE lyrics": "Girl, girl, girl can't you see\nWhat you do to me, tonight\nBoy, boy, boy, if you're mean\nI will start a fight tonight\nYou and I we could try to stop\nOh boy till you drop\nIf we get together now\nWe'll burn this place down\nYou and me, can't you see\nWe're playing with fire\nTell me now\nDo you feel this burning desire?\nDon't stop, make it rock\nIt's taking us higher\nCould it be just a dream?\nAre you running away?\nBoy, boy boy, want a fight?\nCome and stay with me for night\nGirl, girl, girl, are you sure\nI ain't here to fight, alright?\nYou and I we could try to stop\nOh boy till you drop\nIf we get together now\nWe'll burn this place down \n\n\n\nYou and me, can't you see\nWe're playing with fire\nTell me now\nDo you feel this burning desire?\nDon't stop, make it rock\nIt's taking us higher\nCould it be just a dream?\nAre you running away?\nYou and me, can't you see\nWe're playing with fire\nTell me now\nDo you feel this burning desire?\nDon't stop, make it rock\nIt's taking us higher\nCould it be just a dream?\nAre you running away?\nYou and me, can't you see\nWe're playing with fire\nTell me now\nDo you feel this burning desire?\nDon't stop, make it rock\nIt's taking us higher\nCould it be just a dream?\nAre you running away?\nIf we get together now\nWe'll burn this place down",
    "2pac - Po n***a Blues (scott Storch Remix) lyrics": "(feat. Ron Isley)\n[Girl]\nScott Storch\n[Hook (Tupac)]\nWhy'd you sland crack? I had to\nWhy'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to\nWhy'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to\nA n***a gotta pay the f**in bills\n[Verse 1 (Tupac)]\nCrazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when you the one that made me\nThey got me trapped in this slavery\nnow I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G\nI told Sam he could f** the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin \"f** the law\"\nAnd if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record\nWhats a n***a gotta do to get respected\nSometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don't say \"yes\" a n***a quick to get arrested\nThat's the reason I stay zestin(??), I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting\nrestless\nWalkin round ready to light sh** up, because my life is f**ed, some say I'm slightly nuts\nBuck buck is the sound as I move up, other n***as pay attention when a fool bust\nThey make a n***a be a k**er, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer\nNow them same mother f**as wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me\nI need loot, so I'm doin what I do, and don't say sh** until you've walked in my shoes,\nTheres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin the po n***a blues\n[Hook]\n[Verse 2 (Tupac)] \n\n\n\nCoppin these brand new shoes, but what the f** can a n***a do, my little boy gotta eat too\nSo why must I sock a fella? Just live large like rocafella\nAnd did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drink\nCops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my \"I don't give a f**\" look\nMakin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I'ma take em\nSo don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine n***a, and my pockets stay empty\nTo my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the n***as in ghetto so\nI give a f** about your language or complexion, you got love for the n***as in my section\nYou got problems with the punk police, don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me\nWe aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian b**h\nDown with my home boy rich, f** a snitch and groupie a** b**h\nAnd a n***a with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone(huh)\nAnd you wonder why we blazin n***as, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the n***as\nAnd they damned to be f** ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the n***a blues\n[Hook]\nWhy'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to\nWhy'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to\nWhy'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to\nAnd now I'm headin for the mother f** in PEN\n",
    "2pac - Po' n***a Blues lyrics": "Chorus:\nWhy'd u sling crack\nI had to\nWhy'd u sling crack\ncuz I had to\nWhy'd u sling crack\ncuz I had to\nA n***a gotta pay the f**in' rent\nVerse:1\n(hey)Crazy I gotta work wit what u gave me\nclaiming I'm a criminal\nwhen u da one that made me\nThey got me trapped in this slavery\nNow I'm lost\nin this holocaust\nheadin' for my grave G'\nI told sam he could f** the war\nAnd got a busted jaw for sayin' f** da law (no,no,no,no)\nAnd if u wonder why I'm mad\ncheck the record\nwhat's a n***a gotta do\nto get respected\nSometimes I think I'm gettin' tested\nAnd if I don't say yes\na n***a put this ghetto rested\nThats the reason I stay tested\nI keep a vest on my chesty\nin case the cops will get me restless\nWalkin' around ready to light sh** up\nsome say I'm slightly nuts (hey)\nBuck buck is the sound as I move a\nOther n***as pay attention when a fool busts\nThey make a n***a be a k**er\nI used to be a dealer\nbut they wanna see who's realer\nNow the same muthaf**a's wanna murder me\nI need loot, so I'm doing what I do\nAnd don't say sh** until u walk\nin my shoes\nThere was no other destiny to choose\nI had nuttin' left to lose\nSo I'm singin' the n***a blues\n(Chorus)\nVerse 2:\nPoppa need brand new shoes\nbut what the f** can a n***a do\nMy little boy gotta eat too\n\n\n\nSo why must I sock a fella\njust to live large like Rocafella(Well,well,well)\nAnd did u ever stop to think\nI'm old enough to go to war\nbut I ain't old enough to drink\nCops wanna hit me wit da book\nand ya hooked\non mine,I don't give a f** look\nMaking rules I'ma break em'\nNo matter how much u make\nU show me bake\nAnd I take em'\nSo don't u ever tempt me\nI'ma fool for my n***a\nand my pockets stay empty\nTo my brothers in da bardio\nu livin worse then them n***az in da ghetto soul\nI give a f** about your language or complextion\nU got luv for da n***as in my section\nU got problems wit da punk police\nDon't run from the chumps\nget da punk fo' me\nWe ain't free\nI'll be damned if I played a trick\nfor a blonde-haired blue-eyed caucasian b**h\nDown wit' my homeboys rich\nf** a snitch and a groupie-a** b**h\nAnd to da n***a wit' da celluar phone\nleave his baby at home\nso he could go out and bone\nAnd u wonder why we blazin' n***az\nCuz u punks havin' babies\ncan't raise da n***az\nAnd be down if they f** ups too\nDrinkin' 40's and brew\nSingin' n***a blues\n(Chorus)\nNow I'm heading for da muthaf**in' pen\n(Chorus)\nNow I'm heading for da muthaf**in' pen\n(Chorus)\nNow I'm heading for da muthaf**in' pen\n(Ron Isley Vocalizing)\n",
    "2pac - Poetry lyrics": "Poetry has a beat like no other\nWords of inspiration, you can share with another\nIt breathes and lives with a life of pa**ion\nWho cares the style, is always in fashion\nThe topics are endless, and so are the meanings\nThe sparks that STRIKE, bring so many feelings\nIt's in the way I drag my S'sss\nAnd drop my G's\nThat has you so in love with me\nOr should I say my poetry\nThe chemistry is so in sync\nEnvy in will drive your crazy and quake your nerves\nBut you thought these were only words?\nNo it's my soul that's creepin up your back\nMy spirit with YOURS, is what you lack\nBut yet you still fail to understand me\nThe truth I write is never tangled even though the words\nAre influential to my no name brain I'll rock your world, and I'll change your tastes \n\n\n\nI move so swiftly, with so much grace\nSome call me a mystery\nAnd others can't see\nBut in the depths of my valley, I am called\nPo-e-try\n[Singer ad libs]\nWhoahhh, whoahhhh\nLa la la la la lahhhh, poetry\nWhoahhhoahhhoahhhh poetry\nAhhh-ahh-ahh-ah-ahhhhh poetry\nYeahhh, ooooh\n[Poet speaks]\nUh yeah, poetry word\nMVM, uhh, yeah, damn, word, uh-huh, yeah\nPacskids, uh-huh, yeah\n(I saw a rose grow out the concrete)\nAiyyo 'Pac ain't no need for you to worry no more man\nWe got you\nYour words mean so much and we here now\nWe here to hold it down\nWe here to hold you down\nAmaru, you know how we do\nAnd Afeni Shakur, thanks for everything you done for us\nWe love you, peace, we out",
    "2pac - Point The Finga lyrics": "\"You could get the finger.. the middle!\" [1]\n\"Come and get some!\" [2]\n[2Pac]\nAhh yeah, they love to point the finger\n[1] [2]\nBoom boom boom on your black a**, b**h\n[1] [2] n***az love to point the finga\nBoom boom boom on your black a**, b**h\n[1] [2]\n[2Pac]\nI thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga\nI guess nobody loves a real n***a-slash-rap singer\nI thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops\nI brought proof that the n***az need guns too\nIt's not to be a racist, but let's face this:\nwouldn't you if we could trade places?\nI got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day\nthem same motherf**ers on the beat gettin major paid\nBut when I get my check they takin tax out\nSo, we payin for these pigs to knock the blacks out\nAin't that a b**h, some officers are gettin rich\nWhoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for they sh**\nAs far as jealousy, bein a celebrity\nNo matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me\nAnd the media is greedier than most\nYou could sell em your soul or they'll be on ya til a n***az ghost\nAnd everyday I read the paper there's another lie\nThey show my picture for the crimes of another guy\nNow how's that for the life of a big shot\nA dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot\nI play them nuttin a** marks in the park\nfor tryin to earn they stripes in the dark\nJust cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep:\nonly jealous motherf**ers beef, and point the finga\n[Chorus: repeat 4X]\nBoom boom boom on your black a**, b**h\n[1] [2]\n[2Pac]\nAs I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose\nA zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies\nn***az run to me don't come to me with beef \n\n\n\nTake your j**els and your jeep, boom boom! Let that a** sleep\nIt's gettin hectic, n***az run, quick\nBuckshots are the payback for dumb sh**\nAll you n***az on the block tryin to test me\nBest wear a vest or get open like, sesame\nI'll run up on you mad deep; while you're tryin to sleep\nI'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets\nWake up, motherf**er, don't stutter\nPoint blank by a n***a from the gutter, yeah!\nGimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine\nBan my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines\nAnd bustaz can't get none, hell no\nA quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw\nI came up from the amateurs to pro hits\nat 5-0, so you know I take no sh**\nAnd everybody wants to k** a bringer\nof bad news, so they choose, to point the finga\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\nOne two three, peace to the real G's\nStill me, til these motherf**ers k** me\nI bring sk**s and I build, k** at will\nSmoke sess til I'm ill, still feel me?\nI say one two three, peace to the real G's\nStill me, til these motherf**ers k** me\nPick it up, pick it up, give it up\nBest to duck or get f**ed for your bucks\nScream one two three, peace to the real G's\nStill me, til these motherf**ers k** me\nI can't give up, it's a black thang\nAnd I ain't goin back to the crack game\n(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)\nb**hes, let em point the finga\n(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)\nSnitches, let em point the finga\nYo, one two three, peace to the real G's\nStill me, til these motherf**ers k** me\nI guess nobody loves a rap singer\nThat's why these motherf**ers.. (hahaha!) point the finga\n[Chorus]\n[Chorus]\n[Chorus 3/4]",
    "2pac - Popped up & Smoked Up lyrics": "Chapter 42 - Popped Up & Smoked Up (1996)\nDisk 1 :\n1. I Got 5 On It (Freestyle) - Kay-K, Screw, Hawk & Lil' Keke\n2. G Ride - E.S.G\n3. N 2 Deep - Compton's Most Wanted & Scarface\n4. Outlaws - 2Pac\n5. n***a Sings Tha Blues - Spice 1\n6. Unsolved Mysteries - South Circle, 8-Ball, & MJG\n7. Let Em Know - E-40\n8. I Like To Funk - Kocaine \n\n\n\nDisk 2 :\n1. Busta Free - Rappin Ron & Ant Diddley\n2. Ain't No Sunshine - C-Bo\n3. Good Times - Twinz\n4. Top Down - Too Short\n5. Skit\n6. Who Got The Camera - Ice Cube\n7. What Would You Do - Dogg Pound\n8. Ain't No n***a - UGK\n9. Let It Rain - Above The Law\n10. West Up (Instrumental)\nCategory",
    "2pac - Pour Out A Little Liquor lyrics": "[2Pac]\nYeah\nPour out a little liquor for your homies n***a\nThis one here go out to my n***a Mike Coolie\n(Light up a fat one for this one)\nHow you come up man?\nI started young kickin dust and, livin rough\nYou watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss man\nI had a down a** homie though; we ran the streets\nAnd on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh\nI packed a nine and my n***a packed a forty-five\nWe drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives\nYou couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fu*k the coppers\nHangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits\nI couldn't f** with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool\nI'll play that motherf**er for a toooollll man\nTonight'll be the night that's what we figurin\nHustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin\nPlayin them hoes like manure\nFirst let my n***a f** and then I f** that's how we do it (ha ha!)\nIt's two n***az comin up out the hood\nlivin life just as good as we could\nBut since a b**h can't be trusted\nHoes snitched to the po-lice, now my n***a's busted\nThe cops whoopin on my n***a in jail\ntryin to get a motherf**er to tell\nAnd couldn't nobody diss my n***a\nDamn, I miss my n***a\nPour out a little liquor!\n\"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go\" [4X]\nThis goes out to all you so called G's\nPour out a little liquor for your real motherf**in partners\nDon't let the drink get like that y'all, huh\nPour out a little liquor\nPour out a little liquor\nWhat's that you drinkin on?\nDrinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it's on\nReminisce about my n***az, that's dead and gone\nAnd now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry\nCause I'm losin all my homies and I worry \n\n\n\nI got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle\nBoxin with them s**ers til my knuckles turn purple\nMama told me, \"Son there'll be days like this\"\nDon't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzed\nWe had plans of bein big time G's\nRolling in marked cars, movin them keys\nAnd now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo\nGet to' down for my n***az in the pen, yo\nYour son's gettin big and strong\nand I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home and\nthe years sure fly with the quickness\nYou do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' business\nThat's the way it's supposed to be\nHomie, if it was me, you'd do the sh** for me\nHomie, I can remember scrapin back to back\nThrowin dogs on them s**ers runnin up on this young hog\nI hope my words can paint a perfect picture\nAnd let ya know how much a n***a miss ya\nPour out some liquor!\n\"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go\"\nLook at you\nDrinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners\nPour out some liquor n***a!\nIt ain't like that\nTip that sh** over\nPour out a little liquor!\n\"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go\" [4X]\nThis for my n***a Madman\nDagz, Hood, Silk yeah\nA little liquor for my homies y'all\nWe in this motherf**in piece YEAH\nPour out a little liquor\nYoung Queen, YEAH\nThis one goes out to all my mack partners\nBack in the motherf**in Bay\nOaktown still in the motherf**in house\n(Pour out a little liquor)\nMy n***a Richie Rich, Gov'na\n(I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey)\nAll my real motherf**in partners\n(Pour out a little liquor)\nAnd all my real partnas in Marin, f** you busta a** n***az\nYeah n***a, pour out a little liquor!!",
    "2pac - Power of a Smile lyrics": "* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists\n[Layzie Bone - reciting 'Power of a Smile' poem]\nThe power of a gun can k**, and the power of fire can burn\nThe power of wind can chill, and the power of mind can learn\nThe power of anger, can raise inside until it tears you apart\nBut the power of a smile, especially yours, can heal a frozen heart\n[Krayzie Bone over poem]\nAnd tomorrow, we'll wake up with the promise of a smile, smile\nYes, maybe tomorrow, we'll wake up with the promise, of a smile\n[Wish Bone]\nRest in peace..\n2Pac, Bone Thugs\nIn His Own Words\nLet's go\n[Wish Bone]\nAnd tomorrow, morrow, morrow, and tomorrow, morrow\nAnd tomorrow, morrow, and tomorrow we\n[Hook - Krayzie Bone (Wish Bone)]\nI see the light... (and tomorrow, morrow, morrow)\nI can see the light... (and tomorrow, tomorrow)\nI see the light... (and tomorrow we)\nSee the light that shines... (and tomorrow we)\n[Krayzie Bone]\nWell, we still looking for better days\nHoping tomorrow can bring us some bigger and better things\nSo we can escape this maze, and they give us our change in every way\nAnd maybe tomorrow, can bring us the truth\nAnd there'll be no more use, for the pain and sorrow\nLet's put it to use and then maybe the youth, can come and follow\nAnd we can leave all our problems in the bottle, tomorrow\nMaybe god'll wipe our eyes and we'll never have to cry no more\nOr even better, have to die no more\nPoliticians can't tell us lies no more, he decides no more\nMaybe tomorrow, it can be our daylight\nJust might be our sunshine, sunshine..\nYesterday is filled with so much misery and drama\nAnd today it don't seem like I'm getting any further\nPraying tomorrow we can somehow come out of the struggle\nAnd need no more hustle, no stumblin cause we all one muscle..\nStill looking for a better day, day, and a better way, way, way..\nSo let's hope tomorrow... can lead us to the place we tryin to be..\nIn heavenly harmony, in heavenly harmony!\n[Hook - 2X]\n[Wish Bone]\nWhere there's a will there's a way, don't let it stand in your way\nLook 'em straight in they face, let 'em know you ain't playing no games\nWe searching for better days, wanna live them better ways \n\n\n\nWhat I promise, heart is all you need to rock\nBe honest, succeed, just look at me!\nIf I can do it, you can do it, we can do it, just believe, believe, believe!\nWhen I lay down, I think about some of the wrong things I done\nSo I pray now, for God to erase some of that wrong\nWipe my soul clean, to be wanted, when he calls me, when he calls me!\nSo I can't sleep, cause I'm worried, I done did things, lord forgive me!\nIt's a damn shame, the things we do to get it our way!\nSnitch on thugs, just to get it, your pay!\nNowadays I act right, in the past we used to fight\nWhere the loyalty at? Where them real street thugs? Where the thug life?\nWhere there's a will there's a way!\n[Hook - 2X]\n[Layzie Bone]\nSo as the hours pa** by, in the event of my demise\nTell my momma not to cry, these are the words of the wise\nLook at liberty needing gla**es now that the promise been broken\nFor the better, keep on hopin, powerful words that's spoken\nWhat I'm quotin is a G, acquired his knowledge from the streets\nMakaveli, 2Pac Shakur, was the rose that grew from concrete\nAmerica's most complete artist, regardless, one of the hardest\nOn a mission to make it better, with the soul of Malcom and Martin\nMixed with a little Garvin, today he got us callin\nOur brighter star is fallen, but now before he was ballin\nOut of control, quick to let a n***a know what he stood for, be a friend or foe\nAnd I bring the truth in the booth cause ain't nobody gon help me\nThis is life, it's a gamble, and I'mma scramble till my pockets wealthy\nf** what they tell me, I'm all about my biz\nb**h, street biz or showbiz, I'mma make y'all know this\nAnd I'mma say this to every man, woman and child\nDon't you ever be afraid to smile, smile for me now\nAnd I'mma say this to every man, woman and child\nDon't you ever be afraid to smile... the power of a smile!\nBone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone! Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone!\nBone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone! Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone!\n[Layzie Bone over hook - 2X]\nBone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\nBone-Bone-Bone-Bone, Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone\n[Hook - 2X]",
    "2pac - Projects lyrics": "(Verse 1)\nMe and Keita Rock, off to our spot in the PJ's\nWhere our n***as hold rocks... and Glocks and AK's\nPut our little homies up on game...\nGive 'em some change\n2 months pa**ed, they move 32 whole thangs\nKeys... OG's, set up shop\nAnd let the BG's hold the block\nAnd work the spots\nAnd tote them Glocks\nSo you might get shot\nThem little n***as in the projects be bangin' a lot\nNow... don't you know that you was trippin' when you came through?\nTryin' to buy your work and wasn't framed up with no blue?\nGot jacked, couldn't react...\nDon't get back\nLeft you naked in the parking lot, holdin' your sack\nAnd that's... just... how the sh** go\nSo don't be f**in' with them projects on the West Coast\nYeah... you gotta bad b**h, huh?\nYou wanna roll through the projects get your dick s**ed, and get f**ed?\nBut you got f**ed in the wrong kind of f**-in\nWrong color car, n***as saw your car and start bustin'\nNo questions askin'\nJust n***as who be mashin'\nIn Watts... they got some real cold a**a**ins\n(Chorus - Swoop G)\nYeah, Wilmington Arms...\nWhere my n***as got the straps\nNickerson Gardens...\nWhere my n***as got the sacks\nJordan Downs...\nThat's when my n***as kick it at:\nIn the projects...\nIn the projects...\nYeah...\nI said, Wilmington Arms...\nWhere my n***as got the gats\nNickerson Gardens...\nThat's where them n***as got the sacks\nJordan Downs...\nThat's when my n***as kick it at:\nIn the projects...\nIn the projects...\n(Verse 2 - Juice & Swoop G)\nPull up to the curb in that fresh, wet tint \n\n\n\nYup, they 100 spokes, ghetto fabulous\nRemmy in my cup\nBangin' my own sh**\nGo and get a cup... what up?\n(I ain't seen you in a minute)\nOn the D-L livin' it up\n(Ay, Juice...)\nWhat?\n(You know what happened to cup?)\n(They caught him paper chasin', he wasn't givin' a f**)\n(You got them sacks on deck?)\nYup, you know it...\n20's, 50's, 100's, you know the streets, we run it\nI'ma get mine\nEverytime\nHold to make a knot\nWhat cha got on the drink?\nHeaded to the store, across the street from the projects\nGun play... that sh** still crack\nSome get hit and don't hit back\nFront-back, side-to-side\n3-wheel motion\nWe floss the most and it's on\nRepresenting the projects\n(Chorus)\n(Verse 3 - Keita Rock)\nSwoop G, let me put you up on some project sh**\nIn Southern California, n***as call 'em the bricks\nSome bang Blood... some bang Crip\nI met a bad a**, yellow-bone, project b**h\nSo you know, like I know\nThat I'm a**ed-out to the Pablo's\nIn the blue Ford\nBlue Khaks\nBlue Chucks, with the tongue fold\nPablo's ??? from the parkin' lot\nA n***a life on the line, for a piece of co*k\nSo I grabbed my 4-5, out the stash spot\nPut it to my side, and hang through the parkin' lot\nLittle n***as like: \"Blood, that's Keita Rock...\nHe f**s with the big home boy Stutter-Box\"\nSo back the f** up, n***a\nYou're crowdin' my space\nIt's the n***a with that L.A. Dodger face\nd**h Row blew a flame\nPiru, 60 gang\nAnd every project that I bang through, respect my name\n(Chorus)",
    "2pac - Psychos lyrics": "Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G\nWhen I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard\nTrust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted\nMove over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh\nLeave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it\nTears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G\nDisrespect me - my potency is deadly\nI'm shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes\nHit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy\nSlit the wrist of little sis\nAfter she s**ed the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick\nBecause he wanted me to f** him from the back\nBut Smalls don't get down like that\nVerse 2: 2pac\n(Turn the f**ing lights out!)\nSick, Thicker than most of these tricks\nI got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake b**hes\nI stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do\nCause if I do, Then I get beat up by my f**in crew\nA real n***a, Since you figure that you ready to box\nYou catchin knots from my n***a Freddie Foxxx\nAnd I, You really don't want none from Pac\nCause I'll be strapped wit a Glock\nAnd throw thangs like I'm born to box\nI'll hit this motherf**in gin then I'll be all in\nHell yeah, Young n***as straight ballin\nAnd everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 185\nAnd I'm high 'til I f**in die\nRefrain:\nOHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle\nOHH! Too late for n***as to get religious and start readin they Bible\nOHH! See you can yell like other n***as, your pickin a dirty psycho\nOHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho\nVerse 3: 2pac\nWalkin thru tha cemetary, talkin to my homies that was buried\nSay my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried, forgive me\nPlease give me shelter calm my fears\nLifted my head from my hand that'll ball me tears\nI see bodies gettin splashed with acid\n2 shots ring from the plasted guy wrapped in plastic\nBury tha ba*tard, time to notify\nHis family...shiet..\nAin't nothin left to be identify \n\n\n\nEvacuate the crime scene fast, why?\nI heard the feds have a warrent fo my a**, fly\nI won't touch down till I see tijauna\nSetup a shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana\nLabel me a success,i made tha switch, retired from the life that neva gave me sh**\nBut cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars and adict fo a wife, tmy life as a ghetto star\nRefrain:\nOHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle\nOHH! Too late for n***as to get religious and start readin they Bible\nOHH! See you can yell like other n***as, your pickin a dirty psycho\nOHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho\nVerse 4: 2pac\nJust holla my name\nAnd witness game official\nn***as is so shame\nThey stare stiff like scared b**hes\nWhile I remain inside a paradox\nGone my block\nThough gun shots is promised to me when will I stop\nI hit the weed\nAnd hope to god I can fly high\nWitness my enemies\nDie when I ride by\nThey shouldn'ta tried me\nSend they bodies to they parents up north\nWith they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off\nf** em all what I scream as I dream in tons\nf** a trick, get me rich n the b**hes'll come\nBust ma gun make em all scatta\nBullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta\nEat her dead bee-yatch..mercy neva that\nVerse 5: The Notorious B.I.G\nWhen we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths\nJust in case dread wanna riff\nHe get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very\nNot your ordinary, we watch you get buried\nThat's a real n***a for ya\nGet mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer\nSpit at the D.A. cause f** what she say\nShe don't give a f** about your a** anyway\nOHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle\nOHH! Too late for n***as to get religious and start readin they Bible\nOHH! See you can yell like other n***as, your pickin a dirty psycho\nOHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho",
    "2pac - Quotes lyrics": "A career is wonderful, but you can't curl up with it on a cold night.*\nAn actress is not a machine, but they treat you like a machine. A money machine.*\nDogs never bite me. Just humans.*\nHollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.\nI am invariably late for appointments - sometimes as much as two hours. I've tried to change my ways but the things that make me late are too strong, and too pleasing\nI am not interested in money. I just want to be wonderful.\nI don't know who invented high heels, but all women owe him a lot.\nI don't mind living in a man's world as long as I can be a woman in it.\nI don't mind making jokes, but I don't want to look like one.*\nI restore myself when I'm alone.\nI'm very definitely a woman and I enjoy it. \n\n\n\nI've never dropped anyone I believed in.*\nIt's all make believe, isn't it?*\nIt's better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone - so far.*\nIt's not true I had nothing on, I had the radio on*\nNo one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they're pretty, even if they aren't.*\nSex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.*\nThe body is meant to be seen, not all covered up.*\nThe trouble with censors is that they worry if a girl has cleavage. They ought to worry if she hasn't any.*\nTo put it bluntly, I seem to have a whole superstructure with no foundation. But I'm working on the foundation.\nWhat do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course.\nthe ones ilove the most have a -->*",
    "2pac - R U Still Down ? (OG) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nI never had a father figure\nI was raised by the thugs and the drug dealers\n- That's why I love n***as !\nUntil they place me in my casket, guess I'll be a hopeless ba*tard\nGettin' high in the back, plastered\nCan't nobody make a way for me - times is hard\nOn a n***a, mama pray for me\nI'm smokin' weed for the stress and drinkin' for the pain\nFrom the strain on the young brothers brain\nAin't a motherf**ing thing to do, but hang and stay true\nThugs get lonely too..\nI'm drinking 22's of brew, till I'm tipsy\nAnd I ain't going out throwing up my middle finger, miss me ?\nTryna get my hands on the cash\nHow long will it last, will it last a little longer if I blast ?\nAnd trust me, I'll probably be the last to preach\nCause ain't no hope for the future if they asking me\nAnd what my poppa never told me -\nYou see I learned from the kindness of strangers and homies\nSo now I can't turn back, time to make it through\nThey wanna ban me, while tryna feed my family\nBut all the homies in the hood told me: n***a it's all good..\nAnd muthaf** Hollywood !\nFor tryna shut a real n***a down, stayin' true to the game\nf** the fame, I still won't change\nR U Still Down ?\n[Chorus: Natasha Walker & 2Pac]\nR U Still Down?\n(Tell Me - R U Still Down ?)\n(repeat 4X)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nNow up and at em it's on, I was raised to be strong\nAnd mama told me be a thug since the day I was born\nI came up out the gutter never changed my style\nGot for real about my papers, cause the game was wild\nAnd the fame was a plot to try to change me-ee\nAnd what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came\nNow the whole world is calling me a k**er\nAnd all I ever did - was try to reach the kids with the real\nAll the time I was ballin', never heard my friends callin' \n\n\n\nCouldn't stop myself from fallin', I'm all in\nsh**'s gettin' sleazy, believe me\nBest to take what ya need, but don't be greedy\nCause in my mind I see sunshine, I thought\nI didn't have to run, now i'm duckin' from the gun yellin': one time-ee\nTake your time to feel my record, and if you did\nChill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it\nMy young homies stay strong\nI wonder if they'll listen to a n***a when he gone ?\nR U Still Down ?\n[Chorus]\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nI'm gettin' high, so a n***a think he touch the sky\nTurn tough inside, in the rush to die\nLivin' life as a thug time to face the truth\nWhat's goin' on with the wasted youth ?\nPlease God, come and.. save me\nHad to work with what ya gave me\nThey got a n***a goin' crazy\nI can't read the signs.. i'm blind\nBut a n***a know he need his nine, cause times\nThey ain't what they used to be\nAin't a penitentiary built..\nBig enough for me and my n***as on the streets\nMan listen ! cause these ain't the old days\nAin't no way I'mma bustin my a** and gettin no pay\nIt seems I can't find my focus, and homey I ain't paranoid\nI seen the future and it's hopeless\nLord knows, its hard on a young scrub\nIt seems I had less problems when I slung d**\nBut since I'm lacin young brothers with the game\nWanna see me locked in chains and tryin' to dirty up my name\nAnd them same motherf**ers that was callin' me\nWill be the first to turn their backs, when I'm fallin', see ?\nI should have seen it from the jump, but now it's clear\nOne n***a got the town in fear\nR U Still Down ?\n[Outro]\nAll I want to know - R U Still Down ?\nTell Me - R U Still Down ?\n*multiple times*\nTell Me - R U Still Down?\nR U Still Down ?",
    "2pac - R U Still Down(remember Me) lyrics": "R u still down (x3)\nNow up and at em it's on, i was raised to be strong\nAnd mama told me be a thug since the day i was born\nI came up, out the gutter never changed my style\nGot for real about my papers, cause the game was wild\nAnd the fame was a plot to try to change me\nAnd what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came\nNow the whole world is calling me a, k**er\nAll i ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real\nAll the time i was ballin, never heard my friends callin\nCouldn't stop myself from fallin, i'm all in\nsh**'s gettin sleazy, believe me\nBest to take what ya need, but don't be greedy\nCause in my mind, i see sunshine, i thought\nI didn't have to run, now i'm duckin from the gun yellin, 'one-time'\nTake your time to feel my record, and if you did\nChill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it\nMy young homies stay strong\nI wonder if they'll listen to a n***a when he gone, r u still down?\n(chorus) x5\nRaise em up... r u still down?\nI'm gettin high, so a n***a think he touch the sky\nTurn tough inside, in the rush to die\nLivin life as a thug time to face the truth\nWhat's goin on with the wasted youth, please god\nCome and save me (save me), had to work with what ya gave me\nAnd got a n***a goin crazy\nI can't read the signs, i'm blind, but a n***a know\nHe need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be\nAin't a penitentiary built big enough for me\nAnd my n***az on the streets, man listen\nCause these ain't the old days\nAin't no way i'ma bustin my a** and gettin no pay\nIt seems i can't find my focus, and homey i ain't paranoid\nI seen the future and it's hopeless\nLord knows, its hard on a young scrub\nIt seems i had less problems when i slung d**\nBut since i'm tryin lace n***az with the game\n\n\n\nWanna see me locked in chains, tryin to dirty up my name\nAnd them same motherf**ers that was callin me\nWill be the first to turn their backs, when i'm fallin, see\nI should have seen it from the jump, but now it's clear\nThis one n***a got the town in fear, but r u still down\n(chorus)\nI wrote this for my critics and my, enemies\nLast year ya used to love me, huh remember me\nNow ya hate me with a pa**ion, tryin to get me stuck in the mix\nI'm stayin sharp, got no time for them tricks\nAnd now they wonder if i'm goin to jail\nJust as well, cause my life on the streets - a living hell\nAnd i can't sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy lord\nCome get me 'fore they hurt me\nRan outta tears, and through the years couldn't change me\nMy daddy left me alone, and so i'm angry\nI never did nothin wrong, my mama told me, \"baby it's on\"\nAnd now i'm hustlin and bustlin bones\nNever said it came easy, i'm makin cheese\nBuyin all the things on tv, and gettin skeezed\nWish my homeboys could see me now\nLittle bad motherf**er runnin wild through the town\nPlease tell me, r u still down?\nR u still down, to raise em up? remember me (x2)\nR u still down, to raise em up?\nR u still down, to raise em up? remember me (x3)\nR u still down, to raise em up?\nR u still down, to raise em up? remember me (x3)\nR u still down, to raise em up?\nThat's right y'all, give them b**hes the motherf**in middle finger\nRaisssse em up\nThese hoes can't fade me, don't these b**hes know we crazy?\nThug life, n***az, be, the sickest\nYou feel me? now get that sh** written down\nGod damn!\nTook four years and a motherf**in case for these motherf**ers to feel me\nAin't that a b**h?\nR u still motherf**ing down?\nOld hoe a** fake a** n***az\nWe out this motherf**er\n",
    "2pac - Raise Up Off These Nuts lyrics": "[Hook:]\nRaise up off these nuts, a little bit\nJust a little bit\nRaise up off these nuts, a little bit\n[2Pac]\nI'm smokin these n***as like they endo\nBreakin em like they windows\nAnd still they rip till they get a whiff\nOf this sh** that I kick\nAnd if they ever had a notion to stop me\nTreat your best shot and get dropped\nWith your posse, n***a I got the ?mott?\nI'm takin em out, a lot I got\nMore than you could pop\nI'm rockin the spot, so now they jock\nDump em and get dropped\n2Pac ain't tryin to hear it, Ox\nScreamin at your box\nI'm swearin at ya not so uh\nStatic is the last thing you need when you see me\nBetter have a bat or a gat to defeat me\nn***a, I'm a whole posse rolled into one shot\nTakin on your gat while your girl gets hot and rocks the spot\nFear funky flavor with the gift that only God gave\nHold it to my grave\nI'd rather die than be a slave\nSlaves come as dope dealers\nSome come as addicts\nSome come to run while the others cause static\n[Hook]\n[???]\nI'm comin up outta the cut\nSendin slugs to the guts\nI'm bustin up outta the page 'cause they got me locked up\nI'm tryin to survive but there's too many playa hatin haters\nAlways want static, like boom holla at ya later\nHomie this ain't no love in this town that I come from\nn***as be wantin funkin then I stomp em, they don't want none \n\n\n\nGirls be on my jock and they playin me for that\nBut fool I can't help it 'cause I was raised up like a mack\nJealous because I'm black, Jack wanna jack me\nAnd Jill wants to marry me and watch the Klan bury me\nGot to pack the steel for the personal protection\nAK, 45's, a**ault rifles, Smith & Wesson\nI'm no longer stressin\nLearnin, gotta live long\n(..?..) thanks God that I'm still strong\nGet a bag a spliffs for the homies, blaze up all of these\nBut if you wanna flex, get in my Kool Aid punks, raise up offa\nthese\n[Hook]\n[Silky]\nJust back the f** up of me, 'cause you can't get none a these\nIt's that OG female comin straight up out the PP's\nSo step to the side then raise the f** up off me, brah\n'cause if I take it to that level I'ma light this motherf**er up\nNow it's on you, you better try to lose your sh**\n'cause if you don't, trust me I got you trick\nYou better try to choose it and lose it\nStay outta mine 'fore this sh** get way stupid\nThese n***as I f** with believe in pa**in gats\nCan't leave hoe, without my strap\nNot givin a f** about nothin\nSlidin through the spot with my face mask muggin\nLookin motherf**ers up and down\nIt ain't a future in your frontin\nWhy these fat n***as floatin around?\nWhat happened to them real motherf**in G's?\nFake motherf**ers need to raise up offa these\n[Hook] X 2",
    "2pac - Ran lyrics": "[Intro]\nTake 'Em, Take 'Em\nViolence!\nHey yo children!\nLadies and gentlemen!\nYou're going to die!\n[Verse 1:Gravedigging]\nHe k**ing shot, it's swarm I strip\nThe rude blood trip, my drip!\n[?] and takin' of died!\nEvery grave, (Shut up!)\n[?] and going here, is k** me\nI take this shot of players, this day is\nThis pray is, with the correction, (Nope, Nope!)\nBack from the slayers, ghost is the scared\nWe attacked for [?], cause for the loders freaking and\nDiggin' up the [?], Coz I am Redrum (Murder)\nRedrum! (Murder!) Nobody else to ran, I k** me\nCouldn't a going that me!\nThe blood for your spilled rans this bodies\nRan, Ran! To the [?] bodies!\nHell, Slaughters, [?]\nBefore a [?]\nBefore a fix me, before a takin' trix me\nDosen't lot is and prix me\n[Chorus]\nRan, ran, ran away to die!\nFlicklorderz is the [?]\nRan, ran, ran away to die!\n[?]\n[Verse 2:Wrong Turn]\nWalking in the creeping [?]\nA take this of dergency\nA rappers will breaker forces\nNow left with the emergency\nThat's [?] and drinking, evil \n\n\n\nAww, I got me, [?]\nAnd beats will a group, and [?] from the fears\nAnd the evil backs played to the feared\nLike a [?]\nAnd dark up for the [?]\n[?], To the drunker, gotta trunker\nAll like a k** me, gangsta turker\nCoz I am or sunker\n[?], For the cemetery k**s\nAnd now to a reals, else want I\nBe show this \"you gotta life, but don't know how to live it do ya?\"\nAnd end [?] this dead, you k**ing for the scared\nLooking them terror, ill sinking for the [?]\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3:Devil]\nNow as Devil, [?]\nAnd paper worker, [?], the murderforker\n[?] A Glock whacks, [?] the shark fin\n[?] And emergency cemetery [?]\nTake it off, back a this butcher knife\nFrom the knees, [?]\nTo the dark deep ashesible could take a\nMangler, a that regetables\nFrom the dark, from the scared\nA found this and slave and vegetables\nDrunker that [?] to the sounder\na**hole into the body is the red\nThis get [?], [?] Susan\n[?] Kickin' up the backers with the ashes to ashes [?]\nSee like a ashes\n[Chorus (2x)]",
    "2pac - Rap Phenomenon (Remix) lyrics": "[2pac First verse]\nWhen I enter the first zone\nWorst known mic holder\nMy Hummer roll up\nEvacuating strapped soldiers\nInside strategy\nManifestin' military styles\nCasually try da g\nWhen n***as battle me\nMy prophesied prediction\nSwitch and move positions\nSeparated from his gun and b**h\nAnd watch 'em start snitchin'\nI keep spittin' still stupid n***as fail to listen\nI personify this thug livin'\nHell or prison\nMy ammunition varies\nMy voice carries\nWatch me invite the whole world\nMe and the mob gettin' married\nIt seems all the fine screams pierce the dark\nThis is expected\nA trick b**h where is your heart\nYou mark\nWatch n***as fall when I call they name\nWe outlaws hold your head n***as all the same\nExcept some who want more out of life than stress\nWe still thuggin' 'til its none left\n[Chorus Big Pun]\n\"Thug n***a\" Keeping it blood my people is bugged\nHeat you with slugs hundred deep in the club\n\"Big Poppa\" ? Pun\nWe're warriors from goriest and the most notorious slums\n\"Corleone\" Thugs in the heart we bug from the start\nRugged and smart anyone who want it f** it lets mob\n\"When the punisher ready\" Just rest\nLearnt from ts from god flesh\n[Notorious b.i.g. verse two]\nFrank White the Desperado\nUsed to rock the all-black Movado\nThe all-black El Dorado\nAll that and a bottle of Dom P\nn***as can't harm me\nI keep the army\nIs Brooklyn in the house\nWithout a doubt\nI'm the rapper with clout everybody yap about\nCheck it out\nGuns, I bust em\nProblems with my wife\nDon't discuss em\nCoupes and Learjets\nI lust them\nFinger prints\nI dust them\nRecent address\nStuck you for your stash in your pissy mattress\nYour Mom's an actress\nDidn't wanna show me the safe\nIt's okay, she was old anyway\nI display, Hot 97 rhyme-ready\nco*ked Mac-11, line steady\nLike Tevin Campbell\nI'm Ready\nTo do what I do\nContinuously to get money\n[Chorus]\n[Big L verse three] \n\n\n\nWhen I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow\nI'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a f** about 5-0\nA hard core life I toast to ex flaw\nTherefore I live raw and went to war wit the law\nMy only picture was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot\nGet swellin hops from sellin tops to the d** spot\nG's was clocked fat knots was in the socks\nAnd cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the Glock\nsh** was ran right by me and my man Mike\nCause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight\nCause we put the guns down and go one round\nWit the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done clown\nI can inverse my style, cause I'm versatile\nQuick to burst a child I'm livin worse than foul\nI pack two techs in case ya crew flex\nI wet up the set in a second yell whos next\nTo feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like Shaft\nTurn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh\nYou'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly jack\nI attack in black wit a gat and a skully hat\n[Chorus]\n[Big Pun verse four]\nNo doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all\nShorties wit dreams of playin ball for Seton Hall turnin fiends a full\nFrom Meda ward to Sacuon the same sad song\nIs bein sung, its like gimmie a gun and I'm back on\nJoey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators\nStomp little n***as to d**h for tryin to imitate us\nYall could neva see us, be us, TS, k** da bs\nCause Pun got more guns and funds than Undeas\nUn be us, I'm from the BX so I have to roll\nBlast the 4 crash ya door smash ya ho\nHack off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like totem poles\nBlow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Fordan road\nBlow for blow, I toe to toe with the toughest\nBrung the ruckas to the roughest muthaf**a its nothin but luckstress\nMy crews are cussin to bustin a** crushin gla**\nIn n***as faces leavin traces of red out this bloody bath\n[Chorus]",
    "2pac - Rapper's Ball lyrics": "[Intro: Too $hort & E-40]\nWhere them naked hoes at?\nE-Feezy!\nToo $heezy!\nWe off the heezy fa sheezy baby\nOff the heezy I thought you theezy\nn***as ain't havin' no cheezy like us mayne\nThey ain't havin no raveez! Ya know? sh**\nHa ha, know what I'm sayin'?\nWhere K-Ceezy at man? Tell him sing that sh**\nLace them fools or something\nBiotch!\n[Chorus: K-Ci]\nSay that you got it all\nLove the way you players ball\nEveryday you're at the mall\nTell me is it true or false\nSay that you got it all\nLove the way you players ball\nClaimin' that your mail is tall\nTell me is it true or false\n[Verse 1: E-40 & Too $hort]\nI put my mack hand down ain't never been a Sim'\nI was havin' B-R-E-A-D way before this rap game n***a, been tim'\nThought you theezy, for sheezy, n***as 'member\nEarl, Brandt and Dannell, them boys from Vallejo\nAt every light it's automatic, burn rubber!\nSee my folkers in the traffic, wa**upper?\nFollow that cab it got dope in it, uhh\nMy n***a $hort got some hoes in it\nI'm always hearin' rappers big ballin' on they songs\nI do that sh** for real and you will never say I'm wrong\nS-500 straight sittin on twenties\nTV in the dash pimpin' hoes gettin money\nI'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties\nFor the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes\nLexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy\nb**hes don't call me by my name they call me daddy\n[Chorus]\n[Verse 2: E-40 & Too $hort]\nK-Ci, $hort and Forty Fonzarelli\nI'll probably never have long money like Ross Perelli\nBut sh**, we just want a help-\nDon't want the whole plate\nDon't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrate\nLike a lot of these fools I see on TV\nWith the Armani, Chanel versus Versace\nWhy motherf**ers can't be broke sometimes?\nSometimes it's cool to floss\nBut don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car\nBefore you buy a house\nThey always said I couldn't rap, I just say b**h\nI guess the b**h, made me rich\nAnd now you wanna call me hardcore\nWhile I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor\nI pay the IRS taxes, send FedEx and faxes\nThis industry is like f**in fat b**hes\nAll work and no play, I do it everyday\nAnyway cuz I gotta stay paid, Forty\n[Chorus]\n[Verse 3: E-40]\nWe throw parties on big-a** boats, n***as 'bout they paper \n\n\n\nUltrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica\nFront row seats at the Ultimate Fights, Shamrock and Severn\nLong expensive fa-uh-flights, up there in the heavens\nFat a** royalty checks, fat a** cribs\nSmokin' blunts and drinkin' brew on the balcony, barbecuin' ribs\nThe more scrilla, the merrier\nI represent the Yay Area\nI walked from Foothill and Havenscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur\nTo Freddie B house to make tapes with my partner\nHit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale\nGot a paper bag full of that, can't you tell\nIt's funky, everybody nod they head like this\nI said b**h, and everybody read my lips\nI got rich, s**in up the game from the O\nAnd even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow\nI survived cuz I got mo', game than them\nIt came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps\nIt was my destiny, I came the same every time\nSo don't question me, I transferred the game into rhymes\nI'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free mayne\nIt's paystyle on mine, cuz I love money mayne\nLandrovers and Toyota, Lexuses\nSix-hundred V-twelve with them big a** motor Mercedeses\nWe don't be savin' hoes, b**hes be savin' us\nb**h disrespect me in my car, b**h best to catch the bus\nI keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin'\nAin't no paperback pimpin' n***a, we ain't strugglin'\n[Chorus]\n[Verse 4: Too $hort]\nI'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky\nAgain and again, they say when will it end?\nMaybe never, cause I can still spit it\nBut I ain't rappin' for cheese, I want meal tickets\nGotta start somewhere, and I'm past that\nFor the right scratch, I'll be the last mack\nSo stick yaself Pretty Tony\nYou tryin' to make a hit, but your sh** sounds phony\nNot like AT&T but like ET\nYou can't be me, so would you please see\nIf you can keep my name out your mouth\nCause you don't really know what the game's all about\nIt's 'bout feedin' the family, not freakin' in the Benz\nInstead of rentin', pay for that roof on your head\nAnd stop pimpin' in your own mind knowin' you a trick\nPut your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick\nb**h!\n[Outro: E-40 & Too $hort]\nThat's ritt\nToo $heezy, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli, K-Ci\nDamn is that right?\nThat's right",
    "2pac - Ratha Be Ya n***a lyrics": "(feat. Richie Rich)\n[Intro: Richie Rich, 2Pac]\n[RR]\nPac\n[PAC]\nHey\n[RR]\nWhat's happenin\n[PAC]\nNot motherf**in double R, Richie Rich\n[RR]\nWhat's happenin baby, you know how we do it\n[PAC]\nYeah n***a, you know I'm up out this b**h\nIt's time for me to uhhh regulate\n[RR]\nFo' sho', hey\n[PAC]\nObserve\n[RR]\nand you ain't goin back\n[PAC]\nNah nah nah, we got to show these motherf**ers wha**up though\n[RR]\nThis is for the honeys, the super ?\n[PAC]\nI don't want to be her man, I want to be her n***a\nYou feel me?\n[RR]\nWell let em know\n[Verse One: 2Pac, Richie Rich]\nYou f**in wit n***az that's insecure, watered down, my sh** is pure\nWrite down my number but don't call me til you sure\nI ain't beggin just tryin to relocate between ya legs\nDrippin wet, as we experiment in sweaty s**\nWhen you met me you wouldn't let me, and now\nyou straight beggin to s** me got you undressin to test me and uhh..\nShut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live\nWhen I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye\nYou want a n***a, but think that you can't have a n***a\nDon't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself\nIf you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nTo find out me and your man be sharin skirts\nI hopin you don't take this the wrong way\nBut your body is bangin got me attracted in a strong way\nAfter a long day of tryin to make my songs pay\nMakin love all day against the wall in the hallway\nYa fantasies come alive, ya heart rate\nshall increase when we meet up in this dark place\nYou might think you're happy with him\nbut that's a lie, so give this Thug a try\nI'd rather be ya n***a\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\nI'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A\nSo we can get drunk and smoke weed all day\nIt don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life \n\n\n\nCause busters ain't lovin you right\n[repeat 2X]\n[Verse Two: 2Pac, Richie Rich]\nLook, now you was sprung from the introduction\nMy conversation's full of game yet laced with seductions\nI see ya blushin like ya want somethin, come get a taste\nof Amerikaz Most Wanted and let's get into some touchin, erotic f**in\nMy up and down with no interruptions\nhave no intentions of bustin until you learn ya lesson\nNow many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz\nand plenty cash, to help a n***a get the a**\nYou can ride out the spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab\nCause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab\nand I'ma listen when it hurts, I'ma hang out but never stay\nSmoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave\nI'll be your n***a, as long as we can understand\nthat I's the n***a whose spoke coke can be the man\nHe wine and dine, but me and you we whine and grind\nAnd when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three: 2Pac, Richie Rich]\nNow it's time for the moment of truth, I got ya naked\nTotally sweatin, let's see how hot I can make it\nTongue kissin til yo' head swang, I'm so into you\nWitness a n***a make the bed bang\nIf it's all mine, then let me know, now scream my name out\nDo you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?\nNot to mention, the multiple positions I inflict\nA boss playa, freaky motherf**er, can I dick\nUhh, it's on and poppin, now you seed what I was seein\nWhy yo' eyes rollin, Luke seen ya girl I ain't goin\nnowhere, let's let that s**er stay out there\nWhile he's stresed out and knock I stretch out the co*k\nHold da boots, and let da n***a execute\nAnd though you got it right, I'm goin home tonight\nYou say you don't need a man, but I don't care\nYou in the presence of a playa, I'd rather be ya n***a\n[Chorus 2.25X]",
    "2pac - Ready 4 Whatever lyrics": "(rule number one... n***az die, daily, hahahaha)\nHear me! boo-yaow!\n(ready for whatever, hell yeah\nWhat type n***a be a thug life n***a?\nThem thug life n***az be the craziest - run up n***a!)\n2pac-\nThere's no way to survive in the city it's a shame\nn***az die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain\nWill i survive or will i die is what i wonder\nPuffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under\nGettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy\nGot my pistol out the window screamin, \"lord come and get me\"\nAm i sick, or am i just another victim?\nUnloadin my clip, i'm watchin every bullet spit when i kick em\nn***az die from automatic gunfire\nYour time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die\nWhen they bury me, they bury me a g\nRest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me\nPour some liquor on the curb for the n***az that's caught\nHad a motherf**in ward but he didn't go to court\nGod damn, and one day we'll all be together\nUntil then i'm ready for whatever, c'mon\n(yeah, n***az movin somethin in the nine-trey\nIt's all about makin money, gettin yours\nAnd knockin coppers off the motherf**in planet\nWord to the motherf**in nine n***a\nWe gonna make this motherf**er ours\nIf they don't feel me, they gon k** me\nSo syke, get skanless n***a)\nBig syke-\nAm i going to hell or will i reach heav-en? (hell naw)\nAfter all this sh** i did with my mac-11\nDid i sell my soul? mama woulda saved me\nThat's the way that daddy raised me\nOh god, help me i'm losin it\nSo f** it! take me i'm doin it!\nI need to change and look for a better way\nI got a hundred round clip to my ak\nCommitin sins i might die in vain\nSo f** it! we'll live off the street fame!\nGod didn't send me in the right direction\nI'm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection\nI know you're out there help a young brother (hear me)\nTil then i'ma smoke motherf**ers\nThings wouldn't be so bad\nIf we got the things that we never had, i'm ready for whatever\n\n\n\n(hahahahaha, that's my motherf**in n***a there\nBig ballin-a** syke\nYeah n***a, you schooled them young bustas\nOn how it is to be a real motherf**in g\nIn the nine-trey motherf**ers is dyin daily so you best be packin\nIf you ain't, boo-yaow motherf**er!)\n2pac-\nDear mama i know you worry cause i'm hardly at home\nEvery other night in jail, got you patient by the phone\nWanna shake it cause i can't take it got me livin in hell\nLike i'm walkin with a secret that'll k** me if i tell\nI live the thug life and can't nobody, change me\nNot to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game\nSo much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye\nWhen i die, bury me with my fo'-five\nAnd let the devil feel the wrath of a n***a\nGoin to hell with my finger on the trigger\nNow everybody's starin\nGot a n***a losin hair and they wonder if i'm all there\nWell don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers\nWhen n***az gettin richer (mo' money)\nNow tell me if you wanna live forever\nn***az dyin so be ready for whatever\n(yeah, ready for whatever\nReady for whatever\nThug life n***az and we be ready for whatever\nLet me go like this, ready for whatever\nHuh, big syke he be ready for whatever\nMy n***a kato, ready for whatever\nPain, he's ready for whatever\nAnd my n***a bam bam, he ready for whatever\nMy n***a banks just be ready for whatever\nModu, he's ready for whatever\nBig serg, we ready for whatever\nCharlie tango, ready for whatever\nMy n***a pac, be ready for whatever\nYeah, ready for whatever\nReady for whatever\nMy big-ballin a** n***a boom, ready for whatever fo' sho'\nYeah, you know!\nThis how the player's do it\nI know you standin there confused\nYou wonderin -- what type of n***a is a thug life n***a?\nYeahehehehe n***a, we be the ballin player-a** n***a\nAbout gettin riches, b**hes, and plenty loc\nYa hear me?)\nReady for whatever\n",
    "2pac - Ready for War lyrics": "50 cent\nI say I run it (run it) cause I'm in control\nHypnotic, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patron\nI have you feeling aight, I get you high as a kite\nParty popping shawty says she coming with me tonight\nI ain't shoulder leaning, I ain't snapping and popping\nEither I'm bobbin ma head or I'm just standing their watching\nI'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I'm paid\nAnd I protect what I got, I'm in the house with my blade\nn***a you front you gone get it, OK now maybe I said it\nCause I want you to triddy, yeah I be on that sh**ty\nYou should see when I'm stunting, I flash the stones to be wanting\nPush the whip, see me rolling, you can tell that I'm holding\nI'm just doing ma thang, you know the Units the game\nI got my grimy Shady with me you front you gonna have to get me off your a**\nI pay the lawsuit and laugh (haha)\nIt's not a big deal it's nothing but some cash (Who run it)\nEminem\nCapture the rage of today's youth and bottle it\nCrush the gla** from my bare hands and swallow it\nThen spit it back in the faces of you racists\nAnd hypocrites who think the same sh** but don't say sh**\nYou Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis\nWatch me, cause you thinking you got me in this hot seat\nYou motherf**ers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me\nYou'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me\nI came to save these new generations of babies\nFrom parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy\nTo grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy\nThat's how I got this whole nation to embrace me\nAnd you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong\nI cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on\nAnd this song is for any kid who gets picked on\nA sick song to retaliate to, and it's called..\nThis kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do sh**\nWhenever you hear some sh** and you can't refuse it\nIt's just some sh**, for these kids, to trash they rooms with\nJust refuse whenever they asked to do sh**\nThe type of sh** that you don't have to ask who produced it\nYou just know - that's the new sh**\nThe type of sh** that causes ma** confusion\nAnd drastic movement of people actin stupid. Its figth music\nDr.Dre\nYeah, yo let`s bring it\nn***as is so gangsta, n***as is thugs\nn***as'll spend their whole life peddlin d**\nSlanging dope in hopes of one day bein able\nTo own their own label and give the game up\nSome n***as came up, some just didn't\nThat's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't \n\n\n\nSome n***as'll get money and pay n***as to back em\nSo they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough\nAnd that's as backwards, cuz them n***as just gone keep coming back\nAnd that's when extortion happens\nYou struggle to get free, I know how this sh** be\nYou deal with anything to live legitimately\nBut you gone find if you do get in this industry\nIt's best to be business with me than against me\nn***as get behind mics and ain't even MC's\nn***as get on MTV just to diss me\nThis sh** don't even piss me off\nI'm laughin all the way to the bank\nWatchin the satellite from a Bentley\nYou n***as don't even got a car\nYou're so far under my radar\nI don't even know who the f** you are\nTo tell you to s** my dick while I'm pissin\nI don't even listen to your sh** to know who the f** I'm dissin\nThe media just feeds into these feuds\nTryin to add fuel to the fire. This little n***a, Ja Rule\nTalking bout he's gonna slap me. n***a please\nYou gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees\nI laugh at these magazines when they interview em\nAll they doin is making fake threats to us through em\nAnd p**y you're not Pac, I knew em\nPac was a real n***a, you just a f**in insult to em\nIt's too bad we had to fallout before he pa**es\nIf he could see this sh** now, he'd be whoopin your a**\nYou're talkin to a pioneer who engineered this sh** for 19 years\nWho you got in your ear? I don't even gotta say it, the fans know\nQuit tryin to be tough, n***a, you look like a a**hole\n2Pac\nMake it happen\nMy rappin' is similar to muthaf**ers when they scrappin'\nBlast and watch em' back up\nNotorious biggie k**er, affiliation with d**h row\nn***as get their caps pealed back, fool this the west coast\nb**h you misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies\nMr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these\nIntoxicated we duplicated but never faded\nNow that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'\nGot a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit\nThen got a drop top Jag for these b**hes that's on my dick\nGo to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back\nI wait for n***as to trip, cause b**h I love to scrap\nNow mama raised me as a thug n***a, with love n***as\nI'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer\nI went from rocks to zines, writing raps and movies\nI went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me\nSo f** em' all",
    "2pac - Real Bad Boyz lyrics": "[Intro: Assa**in]\nThug Life! Comin' straight out the West Coast\nReal Boy k**az!\n2Pac with the Assa**in, and we ridin' for the West Side!\n[Hook]\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, we're comin' at you\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?\nWhatcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nI got these bustas on my block and they after me\nRunnin' 'round tellin' these n***as, how they gon' capture me\nIt's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my mind up\nNow should I, buck 'em down, or put my nine up?\nYou see, I ain't a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad\nI graduated from 22's to 3-57 mags\nRunnin' on these marks 'fore they stashin'\nI ain't askin', give it up, or get to blastin'\nThe penitentiary don't scare me\nA straight thug n***a, the whole set'll take care of me\nAnd tell me, who the f** you gon' find\nRough enough to tear these b**h-n***as, this is mine\nNow busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind\nI'm sick about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' high\nA hustlin'-a** n***a from the projects, I'm makin' loot\nAnd screamin' Thug Life, n***a, when I shoot\nThey made me a (bad boy)\n[Bridge]\nBad Boys can't stop Thug Life, West Side when we ride, one time!\nBad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'! \n\n\n\nBad Boys can't stop Thug Life, West Side when we ride, one time!\nBad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!\nf** Bad Boy!\n[Verse 2: The Assa**in]\nI'm screamin' West Side ridah when we ride in a hoo ride\nSuicide 'til the day we die, gettin' high!\nFrom the Bay to LA, drinkin' Tanqueray and da Alize\nWhen we stay on the blocks, slangin' rocks, runnin' from cops\nWhen we runnin', we hummin', now gunnin' and you get done and\nIn the city wit' no pity, down wit' Thug Life, we doin' it live!\nEvery time we side on you trick made b**hes\nPackin' a .45, recognize the game in yo' set\nBetta jet when I get you wet, wit' intention a' do or die\nHomicide, genocide to the other side\nWhen we glide wit' my n***a Pac we bustin' 'em n***as\nOn the block wit' Gangsta-D back up me you real OG\nComin' up outta the 7 Trees strick, .9 to the LHD\nWe claimin' to bring, we make 'em fiend\nFor the fact we havin' 'em stack on the map\nFor the city of Sac all the way to the ho' when we stroll\nPoppin the mos, outta k**a California, straight loc' West Coast!\nThey made me a (bad boy)\n[Bridge]\nBad Boys can't stop Thug Life, West Side when we ride, one time!\nBad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!\nBad Boys can't stop Thug Life, West Side when we ride, one time!\nBad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!\nHahahaha!",
    "2pac - Real Bad Boyz (westside) lyrics": "[Dee tha Mad b**h]\nWhat goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin' but payback\nWho's next, the clip, callin' murder could nothin' the contract\nBetter watch your back\nSince he's makin' that comeback\nThe 1-87 will stop 'em\nThe hollow point, will drop ya\nGo on, here's a scene for your soul\nSo take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper\nYou better ???? from the depths of hell\nHe's a real McCoy\nBut ain't no stoppin' this girl is bad boy\nHe ain't no joke\nMuthaf**a grab your throat\nBefore you find yourself cut with a blade\nAs your bloody body lays on top of cement\nIn front of your president\nIt was a murder for hire\nHit an innocent child in the crossfire\nNow he's confined to a jail\nGot shot six times, in his spine\nBut his mind is still down at the grind\nHe's willin' to destroy\nThat's what he lives for, to be a bad boy\nChorus:\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you.\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, we're comin' after you\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you\nBad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?\nWatcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you\n[2PAC]\nI got these bustas on my block and they after me\nRunnin' 'round tellin' these n***as, how they gonna capture me\nIt's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my mind up\nNow should I, buck 'em down, or put my nine up?\nYou see, I ain't a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad\nI graduated from 22's to 3-57 mags\nRunnin' on these marks 'fore they stashin' \n\n\n\nI ain't askin', give it up, or get to blastin'\nThe penintnetiary don't scare me\nA straight thug n***a, the whole set'll take care of me\nAnd tell me, who the f** you gonna find\nRough enough to tear these b**h-n***as, this is mine\nNow busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind\nI'm sick about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' high\nA hustlin'-a** n***a from the projects, I'm makin' loot\nAnd screamin' Thug Life, n***a, when they shoot\nThey made me a.....\n[Chorus]\n[Dee tha Mad b**h]\nNow how many bad boys in the house\nSo hurry boys got the biggest nuts\nWhat the f**, I gave 'em the blunts\nHavin' a grudge against the whole f**in' world\nA 16 shot-block-glock, that'll stop 'em\nThey're sure to hit the ground\nNothin', bustin' a cap on no more every round\nA bad boy is the big, shot on the block\nHe got knots, bigger rocks for the cops\nBefore he gets props\nSo you petty boys, you can't f** with em'\nYou can eat the biggies' good friend\nOr become a victim of a dead man\nIt's sad to see, when you end up six-feet deep\nSo rest in peace, muthaf**a, join the pow\nhe got nothin but the realest style\nFlavors when on the mic\nand packin' the meal like life\nSavers, sweep up on you at night\nHis grip on tight, and make you take a bite\nThat's all she wrote, barrel went down your throat\nk**in' off these n***as for fun\nMurder one, and throw away your gun\nHe's livin' his life like a soldier\nThat's what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy\n[Chorus]",
    "2pac - Real Thugs lyrics": "[Verse 1: Eazy-E]\nYeah, let's take a trip\nJust sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip\nOn a funky-dope track, jump back\nStrapped with a fat buddah sack in a 7-8 'Lac\nGo clean, gangsta lean, I got green\nBud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing\nIt's so sweet, when you got money to spend\nI got a proper big tilt and a fabec Benz\nI make ends, spend my dough on no ho\nThat's how it is, and that's how it goes\nAct like you know when I creep real slow\nGivin' love to them playas that I know is real G's\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nMobbin' like a motherf**er, stuck\nCan you put your middle finger out the window?\nGettin' f**ed off liquor\nGet loaded, can't control it\nn***a, pa** me the blunt and let me roll it\nYou get the bones act to the whole stack\nKeep your dough fat\n[Verse 3: Eazy-E]\nOr you might get what we call the rat pack\nI gives a damn 'bout a skanless trick\nLet me hit it one time and trick that sick\nI don't trip, gives my dough to no ho\nThat's how it is, I got no love for you\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nAnd jealous mothaf**as can't see\nThat it's the fame that caught these stupid b**hes\nPa** the p**y free\nSo tell me why you sweatin' a mothaf**a like me?\nA young n***a tryin' to a hustle up some G's\nYou p**y-a**, playa-hatin' hoes\nSpeakin' down on n***as, jumpin' around at the shows\nAnd your the first mothaf**a to jump\nTo the trunk when it's time for fun, little trick a** punk\n[Verse 5: Eazy-E]\nDump dump on fools with a quickness\nAnd they got no cure for this sickness\nI get paid for the way that I kick this\nLike a G-ster, an OG-ster \n\n\n\n(Who's that?) A real playa named Eazy\nAnd I live my life straight crazy\nDon't need no punk fools payin' me\nAnd broke groupies and hootchies don't faze me\nI take two steps back and release myself\nTo put platinum and gold on the record shelf\nI don't brag, but I do it like a straight up is\nBefore you do a record, partna, handle your business\n[Verse 6: 2Pac]\nAnd tell me, what does it take to be a G?\nI started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\nYou gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert\nStarted as a young mothaf**a doin' dirt\nAnd now I'm in the rap game\nLike the crack game, I got enemies\nCan't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\nAnd even thug mothaf**as wanna have fun\nStuck it, buckin' my mothaf**in' Magnum\nWhat does it take to be a G?\nSilence is a must, violence is a plus\nPlus, shots at my adversaries\nThem n***as scary, best it's time to be buried\n\u2018Cause I'll be buckin' in a f**in' hurry\n[Hook: Ice Cube]\nThey give us guns and d**\nThen wonder why you don't f** with thugs\nYou wanna count the slugs\nThen come around here and f** with us (you know)\nThey give us guns and d**\nThen wonder why you don't f** with thugs\nYou wanna count the slugs\nThen come around here and f** with us\n[Outro: Ice Cube]\nEvery hood's the same, every hood's the same\nEvery hood's the same, every hood's the same\nEvery hood's the same, every hood's the same\nStop trippin' on me!\nEvery hood's the same, every hood's the same\nEvery hood's the same, every hood's the same\nEvery hood's the same, every hood's the same",
    "2pac - Real Type Gangsta lyrics": "[Kid talking to (Mac)]\nHey what's up (Hey what's up with you lil' homie)\nNothing, hey ain't chu' that rapper n***a (Yeah, hey what's happening)\n(What they call you) J, where your bodyguards at\n(I don't run with no bodyguards lil' homie)\nOh, cause every time Dre and Snoop come to the hood\nThey got more police than the President (Ha, ha alright I'm feeling you)\n(You's a cool lil' n***a) EASTSIDE!\n[Mac Shawn]\nI mean, I don't know what they think\nY'all gon' bite Mac Shawn game and ride with it\nNah, nah, nah, nah homie\nSo quick, to my real nephews\nCause uh, we gangsterous, we gangsterous\nWe gangsterour, we gangsterous\nYeah the real gangstas\n[Verse 1]\nI done did it all\nStandin' here in these forty draws\nDouble X around my chest and neck\nSix foot, two-forty of that good, raw dog\nIt's that big boss game, what chu' reap, what chu' sow\nSo automatic, on the gash when I smash on a n***a\nMy n***as done bumped me up\nSittin' low in the cut and I'm out so tough\nIt's the bank, back claimin' everything\nThat n***a Snoop, tryin' to talk like Mac Shawn man\nSee they always spittin' my game but never mention my name\nSit boy, down boy, don't bite me\nPlease believe when I tell you this\nY'all rappin' J gats can't cross like me\nAlways sayin' nephew, hollerin' oh boy\nCheck this Dogg, I'm the real McCoy\nI'm gonna seek and destroy you cats, ain't original\nYou just like a fool now, oh yeah\n[Hook]\nI'm nothin' but a gangsta \n\n\n\nLivin' major\nHit me on my pager\nA real playa\nJump down on some and run hoes like you\nThat's what we do\nI'm nothin' but a gangsta\nLivin' major\n[Verse 2]\nAs I ride and blow on some good doe doe\nTurn Rap City, get me another video\nThat's another man down today\nNow bump me, what's the charge on this s**er, the charge can't stop us\nStop poppin' ya collar, claimin' you's is G's\nYou ain't never pushed nothin' but piano keys\nRead between the fine lines, Mac Shawn's a G\nAnd the hard head beat, we bump it on the street\nMy n***a Sonny B. makes it all complete\nWe servin' this rap like we serve the D\nShowin' up so deep at The Source Awards\nNext thing ya know baby it's the Billboard\nWe like WHOA!, where y'all go\nWe got the flow dope, and the backdoor jab for sho'\nI mean nephew, uh what\nWe wanted to holla at y'all but y'all ran outta here so quick\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nWhat y'all gonna do\nWhen me and my nephews come for you\nCheck game, ya game, see we do what we do\nDrop down on s**ers and run the game so smooth\nTake first cla** flights to Catalina, Cancun\nSee we back in effect the parts of world we rule\nOh boy, it's real big how we do\nBenzs, Rolls, Beamers, jets\nAnd diamonds bling, bling glistenin'\nIt's a Bay to L.A. California thang\nAnd d**hrow, we ain't trippin'\nI mean ya know, yeah\nAlways spittin' my game but never mention my name\nYa know\n[Hook with ad-libs]",
    "2pac - Realest k**az lyrics": "{Gunshot}\n[Man talking]\nYo, Red Spyda (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready?\n{Gun co*king} Let me know, holla {Gunshot}\n[2Pac - from the song \"Smile\"]\nThere's gon' be some stuff you gon' see\nThat's gon' make it hard to smile in the future\n[50 Cent talking]\nYeah n***a! Haha\nLet's go n***a, this is what it is\n2Pac cut his head bald\nThen you wanna cut yo' head bald (You p**y n***a!)\n2Pac wear a bandanna\nYou wan' wear a bandanna\n(What do we have here now?)\n2Pac put a cross on his back\nYou wanna put crosses on yo' back\nn***a you ain't 2Pac - This 2Pac!\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nIs it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings\nI can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending\nAnd since my life is based on sinning, I'm hell-bound\nRather be buried than be worried, living held down\nMy game plan to be trained\nMilitary mind of a thug lord, sittin' in the cemetery cryin'\nI've been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus\nBalling as a youngster, Wondering if he sees us\nYoung black male, crack sales got me three strikes\nLiving in jail, this is hell, enemies die\nWonder when we all pa** is anybody listening?\nGot my, hands on my semi-shotty, everybody's listenin'\nPlease God can you understand me, bless my family\nGuide us all, before we fall into insanity\nI make it a point, to make my peep bumpin' warlike \n\n\n\nDrop some sh**, to have these stupid b**hes jaws tight\n[Hook: 50 Cent + (2Pac)]\n'Till Makaveli returns, it's \"All Eyez On Me\"\n(What do we have here NOW?)\nAnd you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be\nYou should've listened, I told you not to f** with me\n(What do we have here NOW?)\nNow can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see\n[Gun co*king, gunshot]\n[Verse 2: 50 Cent]\nNow since you're crying for mercy I promise\nMy success'll be the d**h of you\nLo and behold you sold your soul\nn***a there's nothin' left of you\nLook in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?\nIf you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true?\nMotherf**er, I sat back and watched\nYou pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot\nBut you're not (now) - I see it so clear\nYou can't take the pressure, you p**y\nI warned you not to push me\nYou see me and chills run up your spine\nGod made men the same boy, but your heart ain't like mine\nPress, they look at me like I'm a menace\nI was playing with guns\nWhile your momma had your punk-a** playing tennis\nI'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream\nWake up, turn on your TV and see my a** again\nYou cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own\nf** The Source, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone\nHahahaha\n(You p**y!)\n[Hook x2]",
    "2pac - Rebel Of The Underground lyrics": "Rebel.. rebel.. REBEL\nRebel.. rebel..\n[2Pac]\nThey just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain\nfrom a man like me, who goes against the grain\nSometimes I do it in vain, so with a little ba** and treble\nHey Mister! It's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel\nCold as the devil\nStraight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level\nThey came to see the maniac psychopath\nThe critics heard of me, and the aftermath\nI don't give a damn and it shows\nAnd when I do a stage show I wear street clothes\nSo they all know me\nThe lyrical lunatic, the maniac emcee\nI give a shout out to your homies\nAnd maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G\nOn the streets or on TV\nIt just don't pay to be, a truth tellin MC\nThey won't be happy till I'm banned\nThe most dangerous weapon: an educated black man\nSo point blank in your face, pump up the ba**\nand join the human race\nI throw peace to the Bay\nCause from the Jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way\nYou know you gotta love the sound\nIt's from the rebel -- the rebel of the underground\nRebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground [4X]\n[2Pac]\nNow I'm face to face with the devils\nCause they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto\nAnd police brutality\nsh** it put you in the nip and call it technicality\nSo you reap what you sow\nSo reap the wrath of the rebel, jackin em up once mo'\nNow the fox is in the henhouse, creepin up on your daughter\nWhile you sleep I got her sneakin out \n\n\n\nTupac ain't nuttin nice\nI'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I'm gonna\nNow I'm up to no good\nThe mastermind of mischief movin more than most could\nSo sit and slip into the sound\nPeep the rebel -- the rebel of the underground\nRebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground [4X]\n[2Pac]\nThey say they hate me, they wanna hold me down\nI guess they scared of the rebel -- the rebel of the underground\nBut I never let it get me\nI just make another record bout the punks tryin to sweat me\nIn fact, they tryin to keep me out\nTry to censor what I say\ncause they don't like what I'm talkin bout\nSo what's wrong with the media today?\nGot brothers sellin out cause they greedy to get paid\nBut me, I'm comin from the soul\nAnd if it don't go gold, my story still gettin told\nAnd that way they can't stop me\nAnd if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy\nIt's sloppy, don't even try to\nI'm a slave to the rhythm, and I'm about to fly through\nSo yo to the people in the ghetto\nWhen ya hear the ba** flow, go ahead and let go\nNow everybody wanna g**n\nThey talkin street slang, but the punks still can't hang\nThey makin records bout violence\nBut when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent\nIt kinda make you wanna think about\nthat ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out\nBut 2Pacalpyse is straight down\nSo feel the wrath of the rebel -- the rebel of the underground\nTupac is a rebel, rebel of the underground [8X]",
    "2pac - Redemption lyrics": "Hahahahaha!\n(Thug Life b**h, goin out like that)\nOnce again! Hahaha!\nOnce again! Hahaha!\n(Thug Life b**h)\n[2Pac] Y'all can't k** me!\n(Goin out like that)\nHahahaha!\n[2Pac] Y'all can't k** me! *lower pitch*\n[2Pac] Y'all can't k** me! *lower pitch*\n[2Pac] Open fire on you n***as\n(Thug Life b**h)\n[2Pac] Y'all can't k** me! Hahahaha\n(Goin out like that)\nOnce again! Hahaha!\nOnce again! Hahaha!\n(Thug Life b**h, goin out like that)\n[2Pac] Open fire on you n***as *lower pitch* \n\n\n\n[2Pac] Y'all can't k** me! *lower pitch*\nOnce again! Hahaha!\n(Thug Life b**h, goin out like that)\n(Thug Life b**h, goin out like that)\n[2Pac] Y'all can't k** me!\nOnce again! Hahaha!\n[2Pac] Open fire on you n***as *lower pitch* (repeats in background)\nOnce again! Hahaha!\n[2Pac] Y'all can't k** me!\n[2Pac] Y'all can't k** me! Hahahaha\n[2Pac] Y'all can't k** me! *lower pitch*\n(Thug Life b**h, goin out like that)",
    "2pac - Reincarnation lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nAre you scared to die?\nIs reincarnation\nAre you - are you afraid to die?\n(Reach the whole nation)\nMe (murderer)?\nMy only fear of d**h is reincarnation\nUh\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nMy only fear of d**h, is reincarnation\nI use my last breath, to reach the whole nation\nHow can they call me murderer for my spoken words?\nThis composition be my prophecy I hope it's heard\nMy only fear of d**h, is reincarnation\nI use my last breath, to reach the whole nation\nHow can they call me murderer for my spoken words?\nThis composition be my prophecy I hope it's heard\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nHard words is spoken, many promises broken\nAs if it's, useless to hope, they got me constantly smoking\nMy role model was a cold bottle of O.E\nSurrounded by my closest homies but nobody knows me\nI pray to God it ain't easy\nHalf the cops in California got a hard on to squeeze me\nRunning through the backstreets, hopping over fences tryna shake the f**ing K-9s, running around senseless\nI'll probably be a mystery to many, but a legend to some\nI've been a man for many women, but a husband for none\nIn case you see me out in traffic, looking nervous and high\nMy hands, holding my pistols will they serve us or die?\nMay God forgive me for my crooked ways, I didn't mean it\nKnew I'd fall in love with money the first day that I seen it\nMaybe now they can understand it's my occupation\nIt's clear that my only fear of d**h is reincarnation\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nMy only fear of d**h, is reincarnation\nI use my last breath, to reach the whole nation\nHow can they call me murderer for my spoken words?\nThis composition be my prophecy I hope it's heard\nMy only fear of d**h, is reincarnation\nI use my last breath, to reach the whole nation\nHow can they call me murderer for my spoken words?\nThis composition be my prophecy I hope it's heard\n[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]\nI keep my sh** on safety\nI've been shooting rocks lately\nEverybody gots, they nickel plates to penetrate me\nI was supposed to be the murder first to go\nThem n***as missing, grazed my wrist, I took it personal\nKato told me that I was slipping\nGot his strap and started tripping\nSlipped two clips on the table\nTwist an L and said \"Fatal listen\"\nEverybody don't be missing keep your vest on, baby\nAnd you know that sh** that happens to the Teflon, crazy\nYou ain't gotta pack a gat I got your back keep your front line\nOr we can stall that, from the Cadillac we about to bum shot\nBut Reeg locked down, (so) it's still begging casket\nAll we thought about was plastic and murdering ba*tards\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nMy only fear of d**h, is reincarnation\nI use my last breath, to reach the whole nation\nHow can they call me murderer for my spoken words?\nThis composition is my prophecy I hope it's heard\nMy only fear of d**h, is reincarnation\nI use my last breath, to reach the whole nation\nHow can they call me murderer for my spoken words?\nThis composition is my prophecy I hope it's heard \n\n\n\n[Verse 3: E.D.I Mean]\nI spend my days and nights\nNot knowing if a stray's in flight\nThey'll probably catch me\nLeaving my foes hella happy\nCause look, at any moment\nThe game could be my main opponent\nn***as be swimming where the sharks are and man they don't even know it\nBut I stay focused, concentrate on my surroundings\nCause if I'm slipping, well that's when n***as will get to clowning\nAnd I can't have it, I got a mission to complete\nRaise my kids upright, make sure they got something to eat\nAnd my daily ritual is, protect my physical biz\nI just can't see now, I choose d**h before the penal\nCause what good am I?, to that little n***a with them big eyes\nIf I'm incarcerated, feel me now, I gots to make it\nAnd If I don't, Re-Reincarnation ain't an option\nLeave my a** dead until it's really poppin'\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nMy only fear of d**h, is reincarnation\nI use my last breath, to reach the whole nation\nHow can they call me murderer for my spoken words?\nThis composition is my prophecy I hope it's heard\nMy only fear of d**h, is reincarnation\nI use my last breath, to reach the whole nation\nHow can they call me murderer for my spoken words?\nThis composition is my prophecy I hope it's heard\nMy only fear of d**h, is reincarnation\nI use my last breath, to reach the whole nation\nHow can they call me murderer for my spoken words?\nThis composition is my prophecy I hope it's heard\n[Interlude: 2Pac]\nHow can y'all call us murderers and sh** and\nBlame all the problems of the world on us young thugs, Thug n***as from the streets, ain't that a b**h\nTell me y'all ain't giving a f** about us when we was broke and poor\nHow come when we get a little money, motherf**ers wanna stop us and block us\nWhat part of the game is that?\nWho should we love, who should we believe in when the motherf**ers that's supposed to be our role models, supposed to be the people we look up to is tryna snatch us out of the game\nWhat type of sh** is that?\nf** 'em all\n[Verse 4: Kastro]\nI still whizz for the top Dollar\nJust a true thug, [?] a comer\nHigh power, small drama, made n***as\nTop Drazed with a mean way to play 'em\nThese days, Homie I'm saying though, they tryna play me\nI gots to get them, hit 'em and lay low\nI told you before, my, only fear of d**h is momma, crying for help and papa tryin' to help\nWhen I know we ain't got it but sh** I gots to handle it, it's hard\nThey hand it to me, snitches, suspicious b**h n***as who ain't insanity\nNever worry\nApparently, I think I never buried but if so I gotta go, my n***a's will always love me\nThug family ties, I know they want me to die but I'ma survive, see the look in my eyes\n[Outro: Lemika]\nAnd this Lemika and I'd like to give a shoutout to all the tray-whizz kids out and I'm appreciating how I'm chilling up in the studio with 2Pac and Cocoa G and uh -laughs- Okay I'm out..\nI'm done, I went out, Oh sh**, put this back",
    "2pac - Representin' 93 lyrics": "I got a head, but ain't no screws in it.\nRoll up and get swoll up.\nHold up.\nHow ya gonna play me like a sunkin' dunkin' donut?\nI ain't came a long way to get checked\nSo give me respect when I get wreck or get your mothaf**in' chimp\nCheck.\nOnce again, it's your friend outta Oakland.\nHoping I rock the sh** to get ya open.\nSay your looking for some real sh**.\nThen catch a funkdified batch.\nLike that!\nOakland's on the map.\nTupac is on the big screen strivin'\nGotta love a n***a for survivin'\nI wear a lot of old schools j**els.\nLook how the fools ??, oh.\nStop lookin' at me hard 'cause your buffer.\nBut I'll just buck then bigger mothaf**as.\nTurnin' men to s**as.\nn***as want to start a little ruckus.\nBetter duck 'cause I'll be poundin' them mothaf**as.\nThey want to throw their hands up. that's tight.\nHit 'em with my eight. Never had sh** left, right.\nThen hit 'em with the uppercut. Duck quick.\nsh** outta luck. f**ed and stuck with that rough sh**.\nf** a pop song, f** video, f** Arsenio, f** the radio.\nDo you hear me though?\nGive a holla to my n***as in the pen.\nAnd my murderous partners with their Mac 10's.\nI represent the real 'cause I'm ill, G.\nGlock co*ked and then they k** me.\nI'm representin'.\nPeace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one\nMary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son.\nHeavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah.\nToo Short, Tony Toni Tone,\nAnd the Special motha f**a, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called \n\n\n\nQuest,\nAnd Jungle Brothas.\nDas Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube.\nHouse of Pain: f** these ? a** white dudes.\nCypress Hill, yeah, the ill n***as.\nDigital Underground: my real n***as.\nRaw Fusion, all in house confusion.\nWickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man.\nTLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface.\nStretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin' the scars ba**.\nThorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click.\nMm, ?, Richie Rich.\nYoung Guns in the house pumpin' the flava.\nDJ Ditch for their behavior.\nOff the head, my freestyle flow.\nJust a couple of motha f**as that I know.\nI'm strictly representin\n1 motha f**a, 2 motha f**a, 3 motha f**as,\nDamn, who did I forget?\nI'm a soulja.\nDaddy was a soulja.\nStrong in the struggle.\nMust contend so it's on.\nRaised in a house full of bad mothaf**as.\nMad mothaf**as.\nNever had so we grab from the stacked mothaf**as. Now they know me, the homies.\nRaised by some crazed a** well payed OG's.\nAh sh**!\nPulled up in a benzy, snatch.\nThe wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail.\nRock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit.\nCan I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it.\nTo get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it.\nIt's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you with it.\nHere's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip sh**.\nNow they want to maime me.\n(Told ya)\nAll I wanted to be was a soulja.\nBang bang boogy it's stick up.\nQuit now n***a, eat a dick up.",
    "2pac - Representing 4 Ron G lyrics": "[Intro: Stretch]\n(Hahahaha)\nUh, Yeah\nOne time representin' for Ron G (Yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (That's right)\nThug Life in effect (baaby), 2Pac and Big Stretch\n[Verse 1: Stretch]\nStraight from the Terrordome\nWhere my n***as packin' chrome an extra clip when it's on\nNever will I go left, I'm comes right, all night n***a\nWith Ron G blessin' me with the hype n***a\nI punch 'em up, never gave a f**, holdin' it down\nStraight catch it for you goodies then I slides up town\nYou know the flave, you know I love to misbehave\nThis ain't a maze, we'll leave you n***as dead in a daze\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nFollow me, tell me if you feel me, I think n***as is tryna k** me\nPicturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me\nKeepin' it real, and even if I do conceal\nMy criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel\nSee n***as is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches\nThat used to be real, but now they're petrified b**hes\nI'm tryna be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me\nListen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me\nConstantly armed, my firepower keep me warm\nI'm trapped in the storm, and f** the world 'til I'm gone\nb**hes be warned, word is bond you'll get torn\nI'm bustin' on Guiliani, he rubbin' my n***as wrong\nAnd then it's on, before I leave picture me\nI'm spittin' at punk b**hes and hustlin' to be free\nWatch me set it, n***as don't want it, you can get it\nBet it make these jealous n***as mad I said it\nThis Thug Life, n***a we don't cater to you hoes\nf** with me, have a hundred motherf**ers at ya do with .44s\n[Interlude: 2Pac]\nHahahahaha, yeah n***a\nThug Life, the waterbed, deadly combination boy\nGet up outta here before you get your f**in' head shot off\nSo your a** feel better, This how we do it out here on this underground\nReal sh** n***a\nWatch out n***a this is '95, n***as barely stayin' alive\nYou know what I'm sayin' outta court, f** what you thought\nBetter stop thinkin' these n***as is fan\nRon G ain't no mother motherf**in' joke\nIt's the heat n***a, now rewind this motherf**er, you know you can't help it\n[Verse 3: Keith Murray]\nKeith Murray is comin' from the North Side, leavin' everything left as it's guessed\nWith every breath past proceed the word to d**h\nThis is a Keith Murray type of D-Day, so melee\nCause I got more sk**s than a sen-say\nSearchin' for the bottom my flow, you're vanished\nMy style is still the flyest most transparent\nOn this motherf**in' planet\nI wish a n***a would try to take it for granted \n\n\n\nI'm mad as f** and my lifestyle is shady\nSo hey yo Big Lyte, best of three 80's\nYou see me, you see the L.O.D\nPurposely psycho, so magically\nM.V.P. of the M.I.C. Rap industry\nAnd sh** is still real, here put this sh** up against your grill\nn***as know my style, n***as know I'm ill\nMoet in the palm, flip then I stay real calm\nFor n***as tryna false alarm uh\nFeel the steel in ya face as I raise the base\nAnd the pace, in ya face\nPunk a** b**hes know what time it is with N.Y.C\nn***as go purely crazy\nb**h a** n***as get blasted, one, blah, catch it son\nMotherf**ers know directly where I'm from\nI'm dead serious from Long Island, represent the East Coast\nn***a you get burnt like toast\nCause I don't give a f**, who don't give a f**?\nWe don't give a f**, you don't give a f**\nSo go buck buck buck buck\nAnd duck like a chicken when I'm comin' through, bakin' you\nMotherf**ers know my time and they know my name\nAnd my crew, L.O.D, strictly whilin', for D\nU.S.A., you see\nKeith Murray, comin' through in the fly sh**\nf** around kid, you get your wig split\nI don't have it, Ron G don't have it\nBig Lyte don't have it, when you see it don't try to grab it\nCause it glitters and it's real gold\nf** what you heard, and listen to what you been told\n[Interlude: Keith Murray]\nYeah put that sh** on hold\nOnce said piece to the L.O\nd**h squad\nWaterbed\nMy boy 2Pac, you know what I'm sayin'?\nEric Skinner up in this beast\nn***as got slayed on the edge you know what I'm sayin'?\nEric Sermon and the d**h squad, y'all word up\nNew York in this motherf**er\nEast coast, west coast\nFrom the north south to the\n[Verse 4: It's Alive]\nHard times but hard rhymes\nThen we picked up nines\nAnd after that I had gotten into a life of crime\nGettin' mine stickin' laws k**in' n***as in the mix\nI couldn't give a f** (It's Alive!) I was never turn to tricks\nTo stay up with my set game, bangin' when I have to\nNever ever fail and always down to bust the caps too\nAt you, and that's how it went to pay the rent\nAnd up in Cali motherf**ers know I'm gettin' paper\nAnd now it's gettin' harder one times is on my tail\nI Judge in New York cause I don't wanna go to jail\nI'm lightin' up with my n***a Ron G\nIt's the Waterbed mad, n***a can't you see?\nNothing but the motherf**in' ba** in your face\nNo more crime I'm doin' rhyme, and gettin' mine up in the place\nb**hes on my dick motherf**er can't survive\nAnd n***a recognize motherf**er It's Alive!",
    "2pac - Resist The Temptation lyrics": "Resist the temptation of the beast\nYou'll slip and lose your grip and forever fall asleep\nThe venom is contagious, beware of its spell\nWhat you thought would be heaven, turns out to be hell I wonder if she knows the devil's taken off her clothes\nDeep into her soul, slow, now he's in control\nPoppas doing worse, a victim of the deadly curse\nWouldn't be the first to leave the ghetto in a hearse and oh, how it hurts The children pay the biggest price\nNever get the chance to grow up with a happy life\nBlame it on the rock, but we know that's a bunch of crap\nSomeone's at the top supplying us with much crack Keep them in a daze, don't let them see the other way\nLet 'em all get paid, won't live to see another day\nSee they never got a breath of the sunshine\nNow the kids addicted and only hit it one time\nWe are destined to be dead as a nation\nDon't let it come to this, resist the temptation Gamble for your soul with the devil\nYou wonder how low can you go before you reach the lowest level \n\n\n\nAs everybody sits and stares\nThere's no use looking in you eyes ?cause there isn't anybody there And though it may make you wanna cry\nGot you stealing from your family and you don't even know why\nI guess you think they will understand\nYou feel cold ?cause you sold your soul to the dope-man Now there's no turning back, in fact\nIt's decided that would live and die for the crack\nYou got no friends ?cause you cheated them all\nYou feel lonely, low, defeated and small No one was there when I took the wrong path\nAnd nobody cared if I died in a blood bath\nBut is this my destiny?\nTell the Lord they got my mind but he can have the rest of me 'Cause I'm ready to end it all\nOne bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and all\nI didn't mean to be a bother\nA failure as a son, a husband and a father I wish I could turn back the time\nGo back and let it find why I let it crack my mind\nAnd my only explanation, it came to this\nResist the temptation",
    "2pac - Revolution lyrics": "[Prelude: 2Pac speaking]\nYou know what gang violence is, mostly?\n[And the people dont want you to hear this]\nIf somebody shoots your family member\nOf course you retaliate, You know what I mean?\nSame thing the U.S does except nobody even shot their family members\nThey see that, somebody bomb a school\nAnd all these people get k**ed\nSo the united states feel like ooh thats messed up\nWe gotta go show em who tha real k**ers\nThis country was built on gangs, you know\nI think this country still is run on gangs\nRepublicans, Democrats, The Police Department, The FBI\nThe CIA, those are gangs, you know what I mean\nThe correctional officers\nI had a correctional officer tell me straight\n\"We the biggest gang in New York state\nStraight up.\"\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nSuppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\nIntroduce a drug called crack, to us ghetto teens\nGot a law for raw n***as, now playa what it be like?\nWhen will n***as see they got us bleeding with three strikes\nCan't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\nGot these Devils petrified, hiding from my hocus-pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency in over time\nAffiliated, clearly click a military mind\nMay God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealin, from the womb to the block\nMy live mind got me survivin five rounds\nMy forty-five got my fortified with live rounds\nWhen sh**'s thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\nAll hail, Out on Bail, Wrath of the 2Pacalypse\nForever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\nOutlaw Thug n***as never left the boot camp\n[Hook: Busta Rhymes]\nWe got the real live sh** from front to back \n\n\n\nTo my n***as in the world, 2Pac is back\nWhere my soldiers is at? (2X)\nWhere the f** my soldiers at?\nWhere my soldiers is at?\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nNow I was born as a rebel, making trouble for the devil\nTake this gang bang sh**, to a whole (a)nother level\nCan you feel me now?\nArmies in every city\nDefinition of power\nPlayers are you with me?\nSee the war is the prophecy\nSurvival is the strategy\nRest in peace to my comrades that deceased\n[Busta Rhymes: yells \"Notorious B.I.G!\"]\n[Verse 2 Cont'd: 2Pac]\nWalking down the streets of time\nYoull have these devils petrified of a n***a in his right mind\nThey tell us that we hopeless and hell bound\nThis fo the brothers in penetentiaries jailed down\nI got you in my heart till tha day I die\nThink of tha damage we can do, if we wasn't high\nCan you picture me loc? Its a thugs wrath\nPolitical contracts and blood baths\nFor Matulu Shakur up in the Rikers\nThough they got you, I never let them stop me\nThe struggle continues\n[Skit: 2Pac Speaking Again]\nNow if we do want to live a thug life and a gangsta life and all of that\nOk, so stop being cowards and lets have a revolution\nBut we dont wanna do that, dudes just wanna live of character\nThey wanna be cartoons, but if they really wanted to do something\nIf they was that tough, alright, lets start our own country\nLets start a revolution, lets get out of here, lets do something\n[Hook: Busta Rhymes]\nWe got the real live sh** from front to back\nTo my n***as in the world, 2Pac is back\nWhere my soldiers is at? (2X)\nWhere my soldiers at?\nWhere my soldiers is at?",
    "2pac - Revvvv e lyrics": "N fnn",
    "2pac - Ride 4 Me lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nWould you ride for me?\nWould you ride for me?\nYou lyin' if you want to ride for me\nI mean all out, not just to f**\nI mean all that sh**\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nLook, I need more than just romantic feelings\nWhen sh** is frantic need a b**h\nThat's just as scandalous when f**in' this k**er\nTo be appealin', have a bachelor in cold feelings\nMind for numbers same to wonder with this drug dealin'\nThug feelings make me a villain to the PH imbalance of civilians\nDon't let those hurt feelings turn this lesson into a k**in'\nGame spillin', my prophecy fulfillin'\nTo be involved with the k**in' must be a immune to squealin'\nListen lady what does it take to get you hot and crazy\nPa** you a loaded 38 and bust on fools who play me\nThis is how I plan a night\nFirst we ride on the bustas then we dine\nEatin' dinner by candlelight\nBe alert and put in works with a thugz pa**ion\nI'm a king, and you the queen up in thugz mansion\nMe, I'm a never be a busta, I ride for keeps\nI know you shy but please reply, would you ride for me?\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nTell me baby would you ride for me?\nBust on them mother f**ers when they lie to me?\nNow don't you ever tell a lie, just confide in me\nWould you die for me?, Tell me baby would you ride for me?\nTell me baby would you ride for me?\nWould you bang on them n***as when they lie to me?\nDon't you ever tell a lie, just confide in me\nWould you die for me?, Tell me baby would you ride for me?\n[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]\nCome on baby, won't you ride for me?\nDo the time for me just co*k back the 9 and see\nHow many n***as put a gun in your hand\nTell you to take what you can while you runnin' with your man\nOn my order you shoot, straight countin' the loot\nYou disguised in my boots, slip and slide in the coupe..\nUnorthodox trippin' catch him on missions\nStyles twisted daily weak MC's trail me show me how tellin' me\nSmoke me instead of jailin' me\nYou know it ain't no Fatal dog and \"J\" without felony at the telly they yellin' me\nPlay me I give you one try\nAnd I'll let you live long enough to let you see your son die\nThis evilness and wizardry Thug Life specifically it can be\nFound as deadly as them bullets that keep missin' me\nSo what I'm 'posed to do\nJust to open up your eyes and see (that's right) you got it good\nAll you have to do is ride for me\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nSo Tell me baby would you ride for me?\nWould you bomb on n***as when they lie to me?\nNow don't you ever tell a lie, just confide in me\nWould you die for me?, Tell me baby would you ride for me?\nTell me baby would you ride for me?\nWould you bomb on n***as when they lie to me?\nNow don't you ever tell a lie, just confide in me \n\n\n\nWould you die for me?, Tell me baby would you ride for me?\n[Verse 3: Kurupt]\nIt was a nice sunny day I was dippin' through the hood\nSeen all my homies and it was all to the good\nI'm Kurupt, the half-inch villian cold chillin'\nFrom the floor to the ceilin' and illegal livin' civillians\nSo much cash is in the bundles\nBeen there and done done it everything you've done seen and ever wanted\nI'm Kurupt, piece me up a piece of the pie\nMany try but many die in attempts to ride\nWho's the man with ten thousand plans got the grants and my my squad\nWe world wide homicidal clan\nSo many strech their arms out to touch my loot but f** 'em dog\nBeware of the owner cuz the owner will shoot\nMeet the dog in the worst way and a n***a like me's tight on my worst day\nI been rockin f**in' mics since the first day my eyes opened wide\nAnd finally realized tell me baby would you ride for me\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nSo Tell me baby would you ride for me?\nWould you bomb on n***as when they lie to me?\nNow don't you ever tell a lie, just confide in me\nWould you die for me?, Tell me baby would you ride for me?\nTell me baby would you ride for me?\nWould you bomb on n***as when they lie to me?\nNow don't you ever tell a lie, just confide in me\nWould you die for me?, Tell me baby would you ride for me?\n[Verse 4: Scarlo]\nOpen up my eyes, can't get up I'm feelin' weak\nOne too many nickies, take a quickie hit them streets\nPa** the coke to me no weed, I'm already high\nDon't need no Indo, crack the window\nBump the deck and let me ride\nn***as always f**in' with me cause they don't know\nNamed me crazy when I was a baby, I'm not that ho\nHeard I was a Brood Lord, struck a nerve\nI'm swervin' off of Aliz\u00e9 so eat a word\nThis one in '96 for cruisin' off ?\nHard dick thriller still b**h k**er\nf**in' kibbles and bits\nn***as won't admit, got this industry on lock down\nEgo trippin' I got tits\nI got my crazed b**hes and get my shouts out\nCatch you with your pants down\nBlow your f**in' brains out\nSteelo kind of sick, you know I be that b**h\nAnd f** Judge Ido cause he can eat a dick\nIt didn't have to be like this to see you made me trip\nSo pull a bullet out your a** fool, ego trip\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nSo Tell me baby would you ride for me?\nWould you bomb on n***as when they lie to me?\nNow don't you ever tell a lie, just confide in me\nWould you die for me?, Tell me baby would you ride for me?\nTell me baby would you ride for me?\nWould you bomb on n***as when they lie to me?\nNow don't you ever tell a lie, just confide in me\nWould you die for me?, Tell me baby would you ride for me?",
    "2pac - Ride For Me lyrics": "There's gonna' be some stuff that your gonna' see\nThat's gonna' make it hard to smile in the future\n(No Doubt)\nBut whatever you see, through all the rain and pain\nYou gotta keep a sense of humor\nGotta be able to smile through all this bullsh**\nRemember that\nJust keep ya head up\nOur lifesytles be close caption\nAddicted to fatal attraction\nPictures and actions be played back\nIn the mist of mashin'\nNo fairytales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of Hell\nJail and crack cells\n? culture\nOr the repercussion\nWhile bustin' on back-stabbing vultures\nSellin' my soul\nFor material wishes\nFast cars and b**hes\nWishin' I live my life a legend\nImmortalized in pictures\nWhy shed tears, save your sympathy\nMy childhood years\nWas spend burying my peers in the cemetery\nHere's a message to the newborns\nWaiting to breath:\n\"If you believe\nyou can achieve, just look at me\"\nAgainst all odds\nThough life is hard, we carry on\nLiving in the projects\nBroke with no lights on\nTo all the G's that follow me\nProtect your essence\nBorn with less but your still precious\nJust smile for me now\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(Just smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(n***a you black, smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(You ain't got nothin' to worry about)\n(Smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(And the next generation)\nNow as I open up my story\nWith the blaze of your blunt\nSo you can picture thoughts slowly\nUpon phrases I run\nAnd I can walk you through the dayz that it done\nI often wish that I can save everyone\nBut I'm a dreamer\nHave you ever seen a n***a\nWho was strong in the game?\nOver-looking his tomorrows\nand they finally came\nLook back on childhood memories\nAnd I'm still feelin' the pain\nTurnin' circles in my 9th grade\nDealin' Cocaine\nTo many ha**els in my local lights \n\n\n\nSurvivin' the strain\nAnd a man without a focused life\ncould drive him insane\nStuck inside a getto fantasy\nHopin' it'd change\nBut we're not focused on reality\nWe broken in Jane\nHad a dream of livin' wealthy\nMakin' it big\nOver football\n?\nWhat take it\nHe did\nAnd after all my mama's thankin' god\nFor blessing her child\nAll my mama gotz to do now is collect\nAnd then smile\n(2Pac: Smile)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(Just smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(n***a you black, smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(You ain't got nothin' to worry about)\n(Smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(And the next generation)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(Smile for me now)\nf** tha world\nAs we unload, we witness furious speeds\nUn-answered questions keep us all stressin'\nCurious G's\nBack stabed and bleeding\nCrooked thoughs\nLaced with weed\nLearnin', duckin' stray shots\nBullets be hot\nThey burnin'\nInhale the shurm smoke\nVisualize the flames\nWill I be smothered by my own pain?\nStrange wisdoms\nCowards conversate'\nSo quick to dis' us\nTakin' pictures for the Feds\nIn desperate hopes they get us\nHit us all, give us plenty centuries\nForgive my stance\nSense I entered many penitentiaries\nThe best revenge\nIs f** friends\nWe milatary minded soljahs\nBustin' shots blindly\nTrying to find Jahova\nTo help me\nSomebody save me\nLost and crazy\nScared to drop a seed\nHopin' I ain't cursed babies\nMaybe now\nn***az feel me now\nPicture my pain\nEmbrace my words\nMake the world change\nAnd still I smile n***a\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(Just smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(n***a you black, smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(You ain't got nothin' to worry about)\n(Smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(And the next generation)",
    "2pac - Ride or Die lyrics": "Chorus\nWe better\nTell me what you\u0092re gonna do\nIf we ride or die?\n(repeats)\n. take one step out of time\n. we\u0092re gonna party all night\n. by my side\nI love you how you\u0092re loving me\nWe\u0092re gonna make steps one two three four \n\n\n\nYou will be on my mind all the time\nRide or die\nIs what I adore\nIf I got you\nAnd you got me\nI promise we\u0092re gonna be the ones\nThe ones\n\u0085 no fun\nWe\u0092re gonna run\nRun run run\nWe\u0092re gonna run\nRun run run\nChorus",
    "2pac - River That Flows Forever - Danny Glover lyrics": "When your hero falls from grace, all fairy tales are uncovered\nMyth exposed and pain magnified, the grace pays uncovered\nHe told me to be strong, but I confused to see it so weak\nYou say never to give up, and it hurts to see what comes to be\nWhen your hero falls soley the stars, and so does the reception of tomorrow\nWithout my hero, there's only me alone, to deal with my sorrow\nYour heart ceases to work, and your soul is not happy at all\nWhat are you expected to do, when your only hero falls As long as some suffer, the river flows forever \n\n\n\nAs long as there is pain, the river flows forever\nAs strong as a smile can be, the river will flow forever\nAnd as long as you are with me, we'll ride the river together\nAnd as long as you are with me, we'll ride the river together We'll ride, the river together, as long as, you are with me\nThe river, will flow forever, as long as, you are with me\nThe river, will flow forever, as long as, you are with me",
    "2pac - Road To Glory lyrics": "My road to glory is filled with thorns\nFluent thoughts from my brain and I train to remain strong\nThey said I couldn't do it\nLock me in chains til I\nMy struggles closer to the pain of a trained k**er\nPlease believe that I'll never be shamed again\nBut can I be the next heavyweight champion?\nCall me crazy but no one can fade me\nI'm the product of the projects\nLost and crazy\nThrow your hands up Mr. Bruno, why?\nBig Mike Tyson bout to brutalize that a** tonight\nNo hesitation in front of the whole nation \n\n\n\nI beat that a** so bad I probably violate probation\nThrough demonstration as I strategize information\nIntend to k** so it's real like I'm catching cases\nHa-ha\nLet the world know I plan to die\nIf I don't leave with what I came for I'll be denied\n[Chorus]\nNow, my first round is for the times that I sit in this cell\nThe second round is for the media and the lies they tell\nMy third round is for the pain that I felt inside\nBest recognize I won't be denied, when we ride",
    "2pac - Romantic Call lyrics": "My property is my property\nAny lover come cross get tied fi life, watcha baby Bobby\nMi ah romance him pon the phone\nWatch dis\nHear mi now\nI'm on a romantic call\nTalkin' to my baby\nDown ah mi yaad\nI'm on a romantic call\nMy man, Patra nah guh tek fi broad\nWatch this\nHello mommy\nCan I speak to bobby\nCross the ocean and (?) inna him sleep\nMommy wake him fi me\nI'm on the phone, I want to talk to my baby\nDon't call of him help when you feel lonely \n\n\n\nHim cyaan tell yuh tings mek yuh feel s**y\nI'm on a romantic call\nTalkin' to my baby\nDown ah mi yaad\nI'm on a romantic call\nMy man, Patra nah guh tek fi broad\nWatch it!\nI wanna lay back drivin' in his Caddy\nDressed in his kahki\nHangin' with the guns on sixth ave-y\nExtra extra s**y\nWanna roll in a bu*ter\nThat's right I'm top\nGotta be sister\nTo put the skin\nSkin you won't be in\nOr should I\nI'm like a",
    "2pac - Rose That Grew From Concrete lyrics": "[Tupac Shakur]\nYou try to plant somethin in the conrete, why'knowhatImean?\nIf it GROW, and the and the rose petal got all kind of\nscratches and marks, you not gon' say, \"Damn, look at\nall the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from concrete\"\nYou gon' be like, \"Damn! A rose grew from the concrete?!\"\nSame thing with me, why'knahmean? I grew out of all of this\nInstead of sayin, \"Damn, he did this, he did this,\"\njust be like, \"DAMN! He grew out of that? He came out of that?\"\nThat's what they should say, why'knowhatImean?\nAll the trouble to survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty\nwhy'knowhahatImean unbelievable lifestyle they gave me\nI'm just tryin to make somethin.. [Nikki Giovanni]\nWhen no one even cared\nThe rose it grew from concrete\nKeepin all these dreams\nProvin nature's laws wrong\nIt learned how to walk without havin feet\nIt came from concrete [spoken part]\nDid you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?\nProvin nature's laws wrong it learned how to walk without havin feet\nFunny it seems but, by keepin its dreams \n\n\n\nit, learned to breathe FRESH air\nLong live the rose that grew from concrete\nwhen no one else even cared\nNo one else even cared..\nThe rose that grew from concrete [spoken part]\nDid you hear..\nDid you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?\nProvin nature's laws wrong\nIt learned to walk without having feet\nFunny it seems but by keeping its dreams\nit learned to breathe FRESH air\nLong live the rose that grew from concrete\nwhen no one else, even cared [Nikki Giovanni]\nKeepin all these dreams\nProvin nature's laws wrong\nIt learned how to walk without havin feet (to breathe the fresh air)\nIt came from concrete (to breathe the fresh air)\n(to breathe the fresh air, to breathe the fresh air) [Tupac Shakur]\nYou see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete\nhad damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its\ntenacity. We would all love it's will to reach the sun.\nWell, we are the rose - this is the concrete - and these are\nmy damaged petals. Don't ask me why, thank God n***a, ask me how!\nHahahaha..",
    "2pac - Rules o da jungal lyrics": "I been working ma way up the food chain since i was 5\nThe only reason b**hes flock is cos im so dam alive\nStabbed ma first cuz at 12\nCooked ma first batch at 13\nHad ma first baby, sweet mdog at 14, it was much more than flirtiiiinnn\nBlazin with ma homies at the age of 15, if you take a peep at ma chapel youll see its rather sistine \n\n\n\nNow im old and im wise, im bold and im tight\nReady to pop a cap in a homie whenever the need be\nTime to watch my concrete jungle become a kingdom\nTheres only one true king and his name is ADRI-ON",
    "2pac - Run All Out lyrics": "[2Pac]\nUs, the first to bust, who do we trust...\nNo matter what I do, they got a n***a\nStill runnin' from the police\n(Put them motherf**in' Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)\n[Verse 1: Yaki Kadafi]\nI ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin' in some trouble\nLickin' shots to they block leavin' bloody blood puddles\nFor some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight\nI can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight\nIt's on me, but if I die bury me a motherf**in' G\nA open casket on them ba*tards so they all remember me\nWith my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece\nThug Life motherf**er gotta me runnin' from the police\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n***as runnin' on e\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n***as runnin' on e\n[Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi]\nHalfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets\nSort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets\nYou speak the big p**y throw down and drop it\nHit you with six shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket\nGettin' mine with nine coked extortin' \n\n\n\nBlock shots with 22's with my socks with the bu*t hangin' out the chalk\nYou never seen time I travel across the mean crime\nMy rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime\nWith my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin'\nCatch my body like haitian five minutes from the station\n[2Pac]\nWe Going All Out!\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\n[2Pac]\nWe Going All Out!\n[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]\nBig money, clutch and bail, to murder em, hand pulse rushin'\nCap tiled to the side, on the lean, out the ride, bustin'\nOutlawz in force, secrets of war, but won't abuse it\nBurn and bury my burners with my dead buddies when I use it\nGive a f** about later, shots swarm to the equator\nd**h to u traders, shots bitin' through your bones like alligator\nPayin' my dues, lookin' for miscellaneous infamous crews\nOld lady sing the blues, leave em smokin' from they shoes\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n***as runnin' on e\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n***as runnin' on e",
    "2pac - Run Tha Streetz lyrics": "(feat. Storm, Mutah, Michel'le)\n[Michel'le -- Chorus x2]\n(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)\ni'll be waiting for you\nuntil you get through\ni'll be waiting)\n[Tupac]\nNow peep it\nHere go tha secret on how to keep a playa\nsome love makin' and homecookin'\ni'll see ya later\nIt don't take alot to keep a n***a hard\nmust be a lady in tha light\nbut real freaky in tha dark\nplus I got some enemies, baby\nhold my pistol\nand wrap your arms around a n***a\neverytime I kiss you\ncan you visualize the picture ?\nme and you in extasy\ndon't be upset\nit's good s**\nwhen you next to me\ndo you wanna test me ?\nput your tired head on my chest\nA Thug n***as in tha house\nnow you can rest\nI betcha never screamed a n***as whole name out\nand felt tha pleasure and tha pain\nabout to f** tha very taste out your mouth\nIf you call me when you need me\n1-800-skypage\nwhen you wanna see me\ncause I can be your man\nand baby you can be my lady\nbut you gotta give a n***a space\nor you'll drive me crazy\nRun tha Streetz....\n[Chorus x2]\n(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)\ni'll be waiting for you\nuntil you get through\ni'll be waiting)\n[Storm]\nNow me and you was cool\nbut I ain't tha one to play tha fool\ncan't make no money in bed\nso ain't no future f**in' you\nI ain't tha b**h ta love ya\ncan't do a damn thang for you\nif you ain't about money\n9 times outta ten\ni'll ignore you\nIt's a man's World\nbut real women make tha sh** go around\ndisrespect\nand I clown\ntha type of b**h to throw down\nthrow up tha block\ncause nothin' stops my chips\nI boss playa with this\nthen twist you lame tricks\nHolla if ya understand my plan ladies\nf** havin' babies by them shady a** n***as\nSwearin', he can save me\nMy stratagies official\ncheckin' ya pockets while I tounge kiss ya\nsoft as tissue\nso my next issue is 'how to diss you ?' \n\n\n\nthey call me Storm\nfrom tha day I was born\nI been known to break tha coldest muthaf**er\ntill' his hearts warm\nI ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone\njust cause we bone\ndon't mean you own me\nn***a, i'm grown\n[Chorus x2]\n(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)\ni'll be waiting for you\nuntil you get through\ni'll be waiting)\n[Mutah]\nI'd rather run tha streetz to make some mail\nand put tha game down tight\nfor these gamin' b**hes could get it right\nIt might be a plan that i'm choosen\ndon't get in confusion\nbecause i'm known for showin' examples\nhow i do it\nThinkin' i'm new to this\nbecause i'm younger\nwhere i'll only leave you suspecious and to wonder\nand at tha end I make a come up\nn***a, was raiseed up\noff of M.O.B.\nfighting over something\nthat's tellen me don't run tha streetz\n[Tupac]\nSo tell me am I wrong ?\nfor tryin' to communicate through a song\nI'm up early in tha morning\nby sunrise i'll be gone\nall my homies is waitin' for me\nplotin' on plans that we made\nand all tha fun that it's gonna be\nso meet me at 3'\nand don't be late n***a\nwe hagin' out all night\nwhile drinkin' straight liquor\nI heard it's popin' at a club\nbut they say I can't get in\ncause i'm dressed like a thug\nuntil I die\ni'll be game related\ngot me strivin' for a million\nstayin' motivated\nnow that we made it\nit's a battle\njust for tha big money\nI'm livin' wild\nno smiles\ncause ain't a thing funny\nI came up hungry\njust a little n***a\ntryin' to make it\nI only got one chance\nso I gotta take it\nya never know when it's all gonna happen\ntha rappen or tha d**\nbut until then\ngive me love\nand let me Run tha Streetz\n[Chorus x7]\n(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)\ni'll be waiting for you\nuntil you get through\ni'll be waiting)",
    "2pac - Run Tha Streetz (OG) lyrics": "[Chorus: Michel'le]\nYou can run the streets with your thugs\nI been waitin' for you\nUntil you get through\nI'll be waitin'\nYou can run the streets with your thugs (don't look at me like that)\nI been waitin' for you (that's right)\n(let me go with my n***as)\nUntil you get through\nI'll be waitin'\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow that I reminisce on my reflection\nClose to perfection, as a n***a can get, without protection\nYou never tripped, and even though we had our fights\nDinner every night\nI'm cussin' and fussin' like it's impossible, to get it right\nTime alone, away from home, 'cause I can do, bad on my own\nLookin' for more than just another bone\nWill I be happy now I'm grown\nIt seems we have a problem with jealously\n'cause you interruptin' while I'm on the phone\nI got some bidness to handle so baby understand\nCan't spend my whole life up under you, I'm a grown man\nCould you respect me if I wasn't driven\nAll up in prison or even worse just barely livin'\nSo sympathize 'cause my motto was baby pimp or die\nStill strivin' for thuggin' 'til I die, so simplify\nI need some time to get my head straight trust in me\nWhen I finally be you'll be my queen\nJust let me run the streets\n[Chorus: Michel'le]\nYou can run the streets with your thugs (hahaha yea, n***a)\nI'll be waitin' for you (let a n***a hang out with the homies, you know babe)\nUntil you get through (eh, a n***a that hang out more will come home and love you better)\nI'll be waitin' (feel me baby)\nYou can run the streets with your thugs (let that n***a be free)\nI'll be waitin' for you (don't have that n***a all up on you)\nUntil you get through (let me run the streets boo)\nI'll be waitin'\n[Verse 2: Napoleon]\nI'd rather run the streets to make some mail\nAnd put the game down tight\nFor these gamin' b**hes could get it right\nIt might be a plan that I'm choosin'\nDon't get in confusion\nBecause I'm known for showin' examples, how I do it\nThinkin' I'm new to this, because I'm younger \n\n\n\nWhere I'll only leave you suspicious and to wonder\nAnd at the end I make a come up\nn***a, was raised up\nOff of M.O.B\nFadin' me over somethin'\nThat's tellin' me don't run the streets\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nSo tell me am I wrong?\nFor tryin' to communicate through a song\nI'm up early in the morning, by sunrise I'll be gone\nAll my homies is waitin' for me\nPlottin' on plans that we made, and all the fun that it's gonna be\nSo meet me at 3', and don't be late n***a\nWe hangin' out all night, while drinkin' straight liquor\nI heard it's poppin' at a club\nBut they say I can't get in, 'cause I'm dressed like a thug\nUntil I die, I'll be game related\nGot me strivin' for a million, stayin' motivated\nNow that we made it\nIt's a battle, just for the big money\nI'm livin' wild, no smiles, 'cause ain't a thing funny\nI came up hungry just a little n***a, tryna make it\nI only got one chance, so I gotta take it\nYa never know when it's all gonna happen the rappin' or the d**\nBut until then Give me love\nAnd let me run the streets\n[Chorus/Outro: Michel'le & (2Pac) ]\nYou can run the streets with your thugs (Let a n***a run the streets boo)\nI'll be waitin' for you (I hate you, hehehe)\nUntil you get through\n(I call you back, Just let me hang with my n***as)\nI'll be waitin' (Why you actin' like that Michel'le?)\nYou can run the streets with your thugs (Huh, you know a n***a wanna kick it with this homeboyz and sh**)\nI'll be waitin' for you (I told you I was comin' back later on right)\nUntil you get through (You say you don't believe a n***a?)\nI'll be waitin' (Just cook for a n***a)\nYou can run the streets with your thugs\nI'll be waitin' for you\nUntil you get through\nI'll be waitin'\n(Pleaseeeeeeeee, make some of that sh** you made last week)\n(Some of them ribs and sh**, I be back through later tonight)\n(I'm a have some weed, we fin to drink some Hennessy and some Alize )\nYou can run the streets with your thugs...",
    "2pac - Runnin (dying To Live) lyrics": "[Chorus]\nYou know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead\nWhy am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight\nWhy am I trying to see, when there aint nothing in sight\nWhy am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try\nWhy am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die\n[Notorious B.I.G.]\nCheck it, I grew up a f**in screw up\nGot introduced to the game, got a ounce and f**in blew up\nChoppin rocks overnight\nThe n***a Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White\nWe had to grow dreads to change our description\nTwo cops is on the milk box missin\nShow they toes you know they got stepped on\nA fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon\nRun from the police picture that, n***a I'm too fat\nI f** around and catch a asthma attack\nThat's why I bust back, it don't phase me\nWhen he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze\ncelebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight\nLaid back, I got some money to make, motherf**er\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\nAnd still I'm havin memories of high speeds, when the cops crashed\nAs I laugh pushin the gas when my glocks blast\nWe was young, and we was dumb but we had heart\nIn the dark when we survived through the bad parts\nMany dreams is what I had, and many wishes\n\n\n\nNo hesitation in extermination of these snitches\nAnd these b**hes they still continue to per sue me\nA couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw me\neven the cops tried to sue me\nSo what can I do but stay true, sippin 22's a brewin\nnow the medias tryin to test me got the press askin questions, tryin to stress me\nmisery is all I see, thats my mind's state\nMy history with the police is shakin' the crime rate\nMa main man had 2 stikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped\nHe screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip\ngots tired of runnin from the police\n[chorus]\n[Biggie]\nI was shocked at everything! Ya know what im sayin. I wasn't more shocked at him die.\nI was more shocked at him. Pac' is a strong dude... I know him... you know what I'm\nsayin?... Real strong... so it was when he got shot I was more like again.\nYou know what I'm sayin?... he always gettin shot or shot at...\nHe gon' pull threw this one again, make a couple of records about it and its gon be over..\nu know, then when he died I was like 'Woah'... you know what I'm sayin...\nit kinda took me by suprise... even though we was going threw our drama I will NEVER\nwish d**h on nobody!'cause they will get back [echo]...\n",
    "2pac - Runnin On E - Outlawz lyrics": "If you a bad boy\nIf you a bad boy then you die\nWestside outlawz when we ride, get me high\nThey f***ed up when the rob me\nPut another contract on Mobb Deep\nIf you a bad boy then you die\nWestside outlawz when we ride, get me high\nThey f***ed up when the rob me\nPut another contract on Mobb Deep\nI focus my locus thought on my enemies\nSip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me\nI'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book\nJersey them n****s they think I'm crazy and creepy\nAnd as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist\nRapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar\nStrap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires\nMy man define ya 357 anaconda\nThis enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama\nHavoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy\nMobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till d**h\nAnd I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh\nYou know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered\nGet your physical diverted and your vision deserted\nEver since mama got f***ed and papa ducked out\nLook at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house\nSimilar to savage it's a wonder we manage\nBring chaos causin' damage on our quest for cabbage\nThey ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it\nMost wanted by the population murdered you for it\nExploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release\nCriminal orders across the waters bringin' the war to the streets\nWhy fear me, fear the s*** I speak\nOnce this s*** drop it's heard on every f***in'' street\nLike the sound of police who run the street really\nAnd every hood let you grow\nFrom the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O'\nAnd though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step\nMy homie buried at an early age hustled to d**h\nHis last breath, a lesson I posses like j**els\nStay thugged out keep it movin'\nHalfway thugs are bugged when we stalk the streets\nSort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets\nYou speak the big p**** throw down and drop it\nHit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket\nGetting mine with nine coked extorting\nBlock shots with 22's with my socks with the bu*t hangin' out the chalk\nYou never seen time I travel across the mean crime\nMy rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime\nWith my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin'\nCatch my body like Haitian 5 minutes from the station\nHit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence\nThe bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present\nAt the scene of the crime around 10 n****s bleed\nAfter they made this punk f*g motherf***er bleed\nAll the money was bloody as s***, y'all n****s shoulda seen it\nBust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees s***\nThe glock to your head n****, don't let inside action \n\n\n\nHit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot f***in' backwards\nLittle homies puttin' work for stripes\nBut is it worth your life a g-rides runnin' red lights\nI wish somebody would have t old me then\nSince I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in\nCaucasian crazy like Arabians\nHold this spot like some n****s fade me in having the scene chase me\nWhen they want the product n**** I got the smoke\nGot the weed and the coke what you need what you want\nWhat you working with I'm some immortal s***\nOutlawz we straight hurtin' s*** use artillery to murder with\nPut then on the box gangsta party like Pac\nLife's hard from the ox me and my n****s on top\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E\nWith the leaded Pac, f*** the law\nCarry steal 'cause I live in the n**** side of the law\nRidin' foes 'cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin\nQuick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin'\nRidin high, blazing, kryptonite got a n**** dazing\nBurpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em\nRide em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped\nAt a stop light in a growin night, this motherf***en trick\nSlide over so I can dip and put it in him\nDamn, I guess this motherf***er know that I sent it\nHit the pedal now we high speeding\nWith the metal trying to make these motherf***ers die freezing\nUp the way I seen him slow down\nS***! I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down\nCaught them runnin' on e it kind of funny to me\nThey know they was f***in'' with me but they dumb to see\nOpen up fire watchin' me spy when my shells split em\nPlus all them tricks and the b****es go to hell with em\nF*** em they phony claimin' they homies but the foes\nSpeakin' on thug n****s daily while we nailing they hoes\nExplode boldly at my stage shows and formation\nWords known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation\nCrooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught\nDid you cry when my girl died\nPut out the hit politc n****s worldwide grabbin' my dick\nI'll never learn take away the pain with sherm\nThrowin' gas on my enemies watchin' them burn\nCall my posse, I'm shootin' up the casket take the body\nWhip the corpse like a pinata and party\nHis last breath a straight lesson I posses like j**els\nStay thugged out keep it movin'\nIf you a bad boy then you die\nWestside outlawz when we ride, get me high\nThey f***ed up when the rob me\nPut another contract on Mobb Deep",
    "2pac - Runnin On E Feat Outlawz lyrics": "[2pac]\nIf you a bad boy\n[chorus: repeat 2x]\nIf you a bad boy then you die\nWestside outlawz when we ride, get me high\nThey f**ed up when the rob me\nPut another contract on mobb deep\n[hussein fatal]\nI focus my locus thought on my enemies\nSip off the hennessey it's necessary to finish me\nI'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book\nJersey them n***as they think i'm crazy and creepy\nAnd as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist\nRapid fire i clap and hire till you die a liar\nStrap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires\nMy man define ya 357 anaconda\nThis enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama\nHavoc i gotta have it steady blastin at prodigy\nMobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till d**h\nAnd i suppose you got the dopest moves like chucky on fresh\nYou know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered\nGet your physical diverted and your vision deserted\n[tupac]\nEver since mama got f**ed and papa ducked out\nLook at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house\nSimilar to savage it's a wonder we manage\nBring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage\nThey ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it\nMost wanted by the population murdered you for it\nExploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release\nCriminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets\nWhy fear me, fear the sh** i speak\nOnce this sh** drop it's heard on every f**in street\nLike the sound of police who run the street really\nAnd every hood let you grow\nFrom the hustlaz up at harlem to the shot callers in o'\nAnd though, congress, don't want us to progress our step\nMy homie buried at an early age hustled to d**h\nHis last breath, a lesson i posses like j**els\nStay thugged out keep it movin'\n[yaki khadafi]\nHalfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets\nSort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets\nYou speak the big p**y throw down and drop it\nHit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket\nGetting mine with nine coked extorting\nBlock shots with 22's with my socks with the bu*t hangin out the chalk\nYou never seen time i travel across the mean crime\nMy rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime\nWith my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin\nCatch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station\n[young noble]\nHit the hole like allen iverson with confidence\nThe bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the i was present\nAt the scene of the crime around 10 n***as bleed\nAfter they made this punk f*g motherf**er bleed\n\n\n\nAll the money was bloody as sh**, y'all n***as shoulda seen it\nBust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees sh**\nThe glock to your head n***a, don't let inside action\nHit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot f**en backwards\nLittle homies puttin work for stripes\nBut is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights\nI wish somebody would have t old me then\nSince i'm an outlaw like napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in\nCauca**ian crazy like arabians\nHold this spot like some n***as fade me in having the scene chase me\nWhen they want the product n***a i got the smoke\nGot the weed and the coke what you need what you want\nWhat you working with i'm some immortal sh**\nOutlawz we straight hurtin sh** use artillery to murder with\nPut then on the box gangsta party like pac\nLifes hard from the ox me and my n***as on top\n[2pac: repeat 5x]\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n***as runnin on e\n[nuttso]\nWith the leaded pac, f** the law\nCarry steal cause i live in the n***a side of the law\nRidin' foes cause i can't let hoes catch me slippin\nQuick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin\nRidin high, blazing, kryptonite got a n***a dazing\nBurpin and smurkin got on his knees before i grave em\nRide em, look behind him, i see him, he slipped\nAt a stop light in a growin night, this motherf**en trick\nSlide over so i can dip and put it in him\nDamn, i guess this motherf**er know that i sent it\nHit the pedal now we high speeding\nWith the metal trying to make these motherf**ers die freezing\nUp the way i seen him slow down\nsh**!! i think i'm gonna bust these hoes down\nCaught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me\nThey know they was f**in with me but they dumb to see\n[2pac]\nOpen up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em\nPlus all them tricks and the b**hes go to hell with em\nf** em they phony claimin they homies but the foes\nSpeakin on thug n***as daily while we nailing they hoes\nExplode boldly at my stage shows and formation\nWords known to spray blaze as i raise my thug nation\nCrooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught\nDid you cry when my girl died\nPut out the hit politc n***as worldwide grabbin my dick\nI'll never learn take away the pain with sherm\nThrowin gas on my enemies watchin them burn\nCall my posse, i'm shootin up the casket take the body\nWhip the corpse like a pi\nHis last breath a straight lesson i posses like j**els\nStay thugged out keep it movin\nChorus till fade\n",
    "2pac - Runnin' lyrics": "If you a bad boy\nIf you a bad boy then you die\nWestside outlawz when we ride, get me high\nThey f***ed up when the rob me\nPut another contract on Mobb Deep\nIf you a bad boy then you die\nWestside outlawz when we ride, get me high\nThey f***ed up when the rob me\nPut another contract on Mobb Deep\nI focus my locus thought on my enemies\nSip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me\nI'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book\nJersey them n****s they think I'm crazy and creepy\nAnd as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist\nRapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar\nStrap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires\nMy man define ya 357 anaconda\nThis enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama\nHavoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy\nMobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till d**h\nAnd I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh\nYou know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered\nGet your physical diverted and your vision deserted\nEver since mama got f***ed and papa ducked out\nLook at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house\nSimilar to savage it's a wonder we manage\nBring chaos causin' damage on our quest for cabbage\nThey ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it\nMost wanted by the population murdered you for it\nExploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release\nCriminal orders across the waters bringin' the war to the streets\nWhy fear me, fear the s*** I speak\nOnce this s*** drop it's heard on every f***in'' street\nLike the sound of police who run the street really\nAnd every hood let you grow\nFrom the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O'\nAnd though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step\nMy homie buried at an early age hustled to d**h\nHis last breath, a lesson I posses like j**els\nStay thugged out keep it movin'\nHalfway thugs are bugged when we stalk the streets\nSort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets\nYou speak the big p**** throw down and drop it\nHit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket\nGetting mine with nine coked extorting\nBlock shots with 22's with my socks with the bu*t hangin' out the chalk\nYou never seen time I travel across the mean crime\nMy rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime\nWith my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin'\nCatch my body like Haitian 5 minutes from the station\nHit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence\nThe bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present\nAt the scene of the crime around 10 n****s bleed\nAfter they made this punk f*g motherf***er bleed\nAll the money was bloody as s***, y'all n****s shoulda seen it\nBust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees s***\nThe glock to your head n****, don't let inside action \n\n\n\nHit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot f***in' backwards\nLittle homies puttin' work for stripes\nBut is it worth your life a g-rides runnin' red lights\nI wish somebody would have t old me then\nSince I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in\nCaucasian crazy like Arabians\nHold this spot like some n****s fade me in having the scene chase me\nWhen they want the product n**** I got the smoke\nGot the weed and the coke what you need what you want\nWhat you working with I'm some immortal s***\nOutlawz we straight hurtin' s*** use artillery to murder with\nPut then on the box gangsta party like Pac\nLife's hard from the ox me and my n****s on top\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E\nWith the leaded Pac, f*** the law\nCarry steal 'cause I live in the n**** side of the law\nRidin' foes 'cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin\nQuick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin'\nRidin high, blazing, kryptonite got a n**** dazing\nBurpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em\nRide em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped\nAt a stop light in a growin night, this motherf***en trick\nSlide over so I can dip and put it in him\nDamn, I guess this motherf***er know that I sent it\nHit the pedal now we high speeding\nWith the metal trying to make these motherf***ers die freezing\nUp the way I seen him slow down\nS***! I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down\nCaught them runnin' on e it kind of funny to me\nThey know they was f***in'' with me but they dumb to see\nOpen up fire watchin' me spy when my shells split em\nPlus all them tricks and the b****es go to hell with em\nF*** em they phony claimin' they homies but the foes\nSpeakin' on thug n****s daily while we nailing they hoes\nExplode boldly at my stage shows and formation\nWords known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation\nCrooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught\nDid you cry when my girl died\nPut out the hit politc n****s worldwide grabbin' my dick\nI'll never learn take away the pain with sherm\nThrowin' gas on my enemies watchin' them burn\nCall my posse, I'm shootin' up the casket take the body\nWhip the corpse like a pinata and party\nHis last breath a straight lesson I posses like j**els\nStay thugged out keep it movin'\nIf you a bad boy then you die\nWestside outlawz when we ride, get me high\nThey f***ed up when the rob me\nPut another contract on Mobb Deep",
    "2pac - Runnin' (dying To Live) - Featuring The Notorious B.i.g. lyrics": "(Man interviewing 2pac)\nBetween you and Biggie was like who gon who gon who rules the the n***a kingdom and sh** basically i was like this is like a f**in\nellection you know what im sayin\n(2pac talking) it is it is that me and biggie situation was smaller than that me and biggie situation was like\n(chorus)\nYou know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead\nWhy am I fighting to live if I 'm just living to fight?\nWhy am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight?\nWhy am I trying to give when no one gives me a try?\nWhy am I dying to live if I'm just living to die?\n(B.I.G verse 1)\nCheck it, i grew up a f**ing screw up\ngot introdused to the game got an ounce and f**ing blew up\nchoping rocks over night\nthe n***a Biggie Smalls trying to turn into black Frank White\nwe had a codedress to change our description\ntwo cops is on the milkbox missing\nshowed they codes know they got stepped on\na fist full of bullets a chest full of teflon\nrun from the police picture that\nn***a im too fat\ni f** around and catch an asthma attack\nthats why i bust back and dont face me\nwhen he drop take his glock and im swayze\ncelebrate my escape\nsold a glock\nbust some weight\nlay back i got some money to make\nmadaf**a\n(chorus)\nYou know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead\nWhy am I fighting to live if I 'm just living to fight?\nWhy am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight?\nWhy am I trying to give when no one gives me a try?\nWhy am I dying to live if I'm just living to die?\n(2pac verse 2)\nit's on me\nbut still im having memories of high speed\nwhen the cops crash\nas i laugh pushing the gas\n\n\n\nwhile my glock blast\nwe was young and we was dumb but we had heart\nin the dark will we survive through the bad parts\nmany dreams is what i had\nand plenty wishes\nno hesitation in extermination of these snitches\nenvious b**hes they still continue to purse me\na couple movies now the hole worlds trying to screw me\neven the cops trying to sue me\nso what can i do\nbut stay true\nsippin twenty two's of brew\nand now the media is trying to test me\ngot the prest asking question\ntrying to stress me\nmissery is all i see\nthat my mind state\nmy history with the police's shake the crime rate\nmy main man had two strikes\nslip got arrested and flipped\nhe sreamed THUG LIFE and empty a clip\ngot shot runnin from the police\n(chorus)\nYou know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead\nWhy am I fighting to live if I 'm just living to fight?\nWhy am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight?\nWhy am I trying to give when no one gives me a try?\nWhy am I dying to live if I'm just living to die?\n(biggie talking)\nI was\nshocked at everything\nbut i wans't more shocked of\nhim dying\ni was more shocked at him\nPac is a strong dude you know\ni know dude know what im sayin\nhe real strong so when they was like he got shot\ni was more like AGAIN\nhuh you know what sayin\nhe always gettin shot or shot at\nhe gon' pull through this one again\nmake a few records about it\nand it's goin to be over\nyou know what im sayin\nbut he when he died i was like....\nyou know what im sayin\nbut even though we was going thru our drama\ni will never wish d**h on nobody\nyou know\ncause they be coming back from d**h (fade out)\n",
    "2pac - Runnin' (From Tha Police) lyrics": "[Intro]\n[Stretch:] One time, one time, n***a, one time! (Where?)\nRunnin' from the police (Yeah, I know what you mean)\nNo matter what I do, they got a n***a\nStill runnin' from the police\n(Put them motherf**ing Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)\n[Verse 1: Dramacydal]\n[Young Hollywood]\nI ain't got nuttin' on my mind, but gettin' in some trouble\nLicking shots to they block, leavin' bloody blood puddles\nFor some ridah's delight, now we in a gunfight\nI can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight\nIt's on me, but if I die, bury me a motherf**ing G\nA open casket on them ba*tards so they all remember me\nWith my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece\nThug Life motherf**er, got me runnin' from the police\n[K-Dogg]\nn***a, you know that's true\nCatch a n***a like K-Dog, chillin' with a crew\nEvery damn day parlay with my gla** of Re\nThe O.J. and it's all okay\nTo that f**in' fake cop, got to play the man\nRan me down the block with my gla** in my hand\nDamn, I hope it don't spill\nn***a chill, sh** is real, co*k back my steel\n[Big Malcolm]\nStill runnin' from the police, I gets no sleep\nI got you peepin' in my window, while I'm smokin' indo\nBut I ain't no motherf**ing track star, pigs got a jeep\nLike Big Malcolm, runnin' through motherf**er's backyards\nSo I grabs my piece before I flee\nAnd instead of me runnin', these b**hes is runnin' from me\nLick shots, hit spots off on my piece\nCause a n***a like Big Malcolm is through runnin' from the police\n[Hook: Buju Banton]\nNow it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice\nThey try to co*k me, but them can't gun store\nWhat about they come to hold up me north\nPulled up the park, I left school and let's buck\nLook around, look around, punk po-lice\nRun as fast as you can, but you can't catch me\nLook around, look around, punk police\nMe have to blast back, cause they blast at me\n[Verse 2]\n[Stretch]\nYo I was, schemin' and fiendin' for loots and took the crooked route to\nGhetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game\nThe insane brain, cold gettin' fly like a plane \n\n\n\nOn them s**ers with my n***a Biggie Smalls causin' ruckus\n[The Notorious B.I.G.]\nCheck it, I grew up, a f**in' screw-up\nGot introduced to the game, got a ounce and f**in' blew up\nChoppin' rocks overnight\nThe n***a Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the black Frank White\n[Stretch]\nAnd we got the workers choppin' rock, fiends by the flock\nAnd we gettin' it, the dirty cop is jealous so they sweatin' it\nI'm lettin' off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke\nAnd provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide\nWe keepin' it real, f** how you feel, Biggie pa** the steel\nLet's serve these motherf**ers, slugs as a f**in' meal\n[The Notorious B.I.G.]\nWe had to grow dreads to change our description\nTwo cops is on the milk box missin'\nShow they toes you know they got stepped on\nA fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon\nRun from the police picture that, n***a, I'm too fat\nI f** around and catch a asthma attack\nThat's why I bust back, it don't phase me\nWhen he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze\nCelebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight\nLaid back, I got some money to make, motherf**er\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nThey got me runnin' from the five-o\nDuckin' and dodgin' and my survival\nDepends on when I let off with my nine, ho\nI'm movin' swifter than the next n***a, no time for s**\nCause in my mind all I wonder is who's next\nn***a, my homie slipped and now he pays the price\nHe did a drive-by, sixteen, now he's doin' triple life\nTell me is it me or my upbringin'\nI spit that thug sh**\nn***a, motherf** singin'\nI hope you got your Timberlands on tight\nCause I ain't givin' up\nI'd rather duck these motherf**ers all night\nI'm runnin' through the projects, b*atch\nThey'll never catch me\nCause I'm loc'ed and trigger happy on the, sniatch\nDon't say you never heard of me, til they murder me\nI'm a legend\nDo thug n***as go to heaven?\nI'm rollin' with the Thoro Headz\nWe gettin' ghost on them hoes and yo\nI got no love for the five-o\nI'm runnin' from the police\n[Hook]",
    "2pac - Runnin' (Stone Radio Remix) lyrics": "If you a bad boy If you a bad boy then you die\nWestside outlawz when we ride, get me high\nThey f***ed up when the rob me\nPut another contract on Mobb Deep If you a bad boy then you die\nWestside outlawz when we ride, get me high\nThey f***ed up when the rob me\nPut another contract on Mobb Deep I focus my locus thought on my enemies\nSip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me\nI'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book\nJersey them n****s they think I'm crazy and creepy\nAnd as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist\nRapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar\nStrap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires\nMy man define ya 357 anaconda\nThis enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama\nHavoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy\nMobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till d**h\nAnd I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh\nYou know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered\nGet your physical diverted and your vision deserted Ever since mama got f***ed and papa ducked out\nLook at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house\nSimilar to savage it's a wonder we manage\nBring chaos causin' damage on our quest for cabbage\nThey ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it\nMost wanted by the population murdered you for it\nExploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release\nCriminal orders across the waters bringin' the war to the streets\nWhy fear me, fear the s*** I speak\nOnce this s*** drop it's heard on every f***in'' street\nLike the sound of police who run the street really\nAnd every hood let you grow\nFrom the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O'\nAnd though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step\nMy homie buried at an early age hustled to d**h\nHis last breath, a lesson I posses like j**els\nStay thugged out keep it movin' Halfway thugs are bugged when we stalk the streets\nSort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets\nYou speak the big p**** throw down and drop it\nHit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket\nGetting mine with nine coked extorting\nBlock shots with 22's with my socks with the bu*t hangin' out the chalk\nYou never seen time I travel across the mean crime\nMy rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime\nWith my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin'\nCatch my body like Haitian 5 minutes from the station Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence\nThe bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present\nAt the scene of the crime around 10 n****s bleed\nAfter they made this punk f*g motherf***er bleed\nAll the money was bloody as s***, y'all n****s shoulda seen it\nBust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees s***\nThe glock to your head n****, don't let inside action \n\n\n\nHit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot f***in' backwards\nLittle homies puttin' work for stripes\nBut is it worth your life a g-rides runnin' red lights\nI wish somebody would have t old me then\nSince I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in\nCaucasian crazy like Arabians\nHold this spot like some n****s fade me in having the scene chase me\nWhen they want the product n**** I got the smoke\nGot the weed and the coke what you need what you want\nWhat you working with I'm some immortal s***\nOutlawz we straight hurtin' s*** use artillery to murder with\nPut then on the box gangsta party like Pac\nLife's hard from the ox me and my n****s on top I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n****s runnin' on E With the leaded Pac, f*** the law\nCarry steal 'cause I live in the n**** side of the law\nRidin' foes 'cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin\nQuick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin'\nRidin high, blazing, kryptonite got a n**** dazing\nBurpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em\nRide em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped\nAt a stop light in a growin night, this motherf***en trick\nSlide over so I can dip and put it in him\nDamn, I guess this motherf***er know that I sent it\nHit the pedal now we high speeding\nWith the metal trying to make these motherf***ers die freezing\nUp the way I seen him slow down\nS***! I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down\nCaught them runnin' on e it kind of funny to me\nThey know they was f***in'' with me but they dumb to see Open up fire watchin' me spy when my shells split em\nPlus all them tricks and the b****es go to hell with em\nF*** em they phony claimin' they homies but the foes\nSpeakin' on thug n****s daily while we nailing they hoes\nExplode boldly at my stage shows and formation\nWords known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation\nCrooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught\nDid you cry when my girl died\nPut out the hit politc n****s worldwide grabbin' my dick\nI'll never learn take away the pain with sherm\nThrowin' gas on my enemies watchin' them burn\nCall my posse, I'm shootin' up the casket take the body\nWhip the corpse like a pinata and party\nHis last breath a straight lesson I posses like j**els\nStay thugged out keep it movin' If you a bad boy then you die\nWestside outlawz when we ride, get me high\nThey f***ed up when the rob me\nPut another contract on Mobb Deep",
    "2pac - Runnin' on E lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac & Hussein Fatal]\nMr. If you a bad boy\nYo, what's up\n(the police comin' on) , oh sh**!, (get out of there)\nFatal, Outlawz I wanna up out this motherf**er\nGon' pa** it\nAin't get me up but f** that\nThis Outlaw n***a\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nIf you a bad boy then you die\nWestside outlawz when we ride, get me high\nThey f**ed up when the rob me\nPut another contract on Mobb Deep\nIf you a bad boy then you die\nWestside outlawz when we ride, get me high\nThey f**ed up when the rob me\nPut another contract on Mobb Deep\n[Verse 1: Hussein Fatal]\nI focus my locus thought on the enemies\nSip off the Hennessy, it's necessary to finish me\nI'm antisocial immortal, when it comes to the phone book\nJersey them n***as down, they won't broke 'em 'til it's time to smoke 'em\nHussein the terrorist\nDig they think I'm crazy and [?]\nAnd as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist\nRapid fire I clap and hire 'til you die a liar\nStrap in the city corners droppin' on to spin the tires\nMy man define ya 357 anaconda\nThis enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama\nMilitary comradery, oulaw 'til they body me\nHavoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy\nMobb 6 feet deep, you try to bust me 'til d**h\nAnd I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh\nYou know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered\nGet your physical diverted and your vision deserted\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nNow ever since momma got f**ed and papa ducked out\nLook at us, murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house\nSimilar to savages, it's a wonder we manage\nBring chaos causin' damage on our quest for cabbage\nThey ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it\nMost wanted by the population murdered you for it\nExploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release\nCriminal orders across the waters bringin' the war to the streets\nWhy fear me, fear the sh** I speak\nOnce this sh** drop it's heard on every f**in' street\nLike the sound of police who run the streets really?\nIn every hood legends grow\nFrom the hustlaz up at Harlem to shot callers in O'\nAnd though, Congress, don't want us to progress, we strapped\nMy homie buried at an early age hustled to d**h\nHis last breath, a lesson I possess like j**els\nStay thugged out keep it movin'\nHey where that n***a\n[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]\nHalfway thugs don't budge when we stalk the streets\nSort of like [?] and narcotics when they walk the beat\nYou speak the beef p**y draw down and drop it\nHit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket\nGettin' mines with nine co*ked extortin'\nBlocks pop with 22's in my socks with the bu*t hangin' out the chocolate\nYou never seen time I travel across dream crime\nMy rolls like a million dollar bills folded with green slime\nWith my foes erased drink my Henney straight no chasin'\nCatch my body like Haitian 5 minutes from the station\n[Verse 4: Young Noble]\nHit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence\nNo finger prints don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present\nAt the scene of the crime around 10 n***as bleed\nAfter they made this punk f*g motherf**er bleed\nMoney was bloody as sh**, y'all n***as shoulda seen it \n\n\n\nBust a cap and freak with, bowin' on your knees sh**\nThe Glock to your head n***a, don't make no somethin' action\nHit innocent by-standers when he blasted, dump f**in' backwards\nLittle homies puttin' work for stripes\nBut is it worth your life and g-rides runnin' red lights\nI wish somebody would have told me then\nSince I'm an outlaw like Napoleon ain't no cell they can hold me in\nCaucasian crazy like Arabians\nHold this spot like them n***as on Fabian\nHavin' the fiend page me (page me)\nWhen they want the product, n***a I got to smoke\nGot this weed and the coke what you need what you want\nWhat you workin' with?, I'm on some immortal sh**\nOutlawz we straight hurtin' sh**, use artillery to murder with\nPut on the block gangsta party and like 'Pac\nLife's hard from the ox me and my n***as on top (paarty)\n[Bridge: 2Pac]\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n***as runnin' on E\nI know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n***as runnin' on E\nI know the law hate me dearly, they comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n***as runnin' on E\nI know the law hate me dearly, they comin' for me\nWe outlaws, thugged out, n***as runnin' on E\n[Verse 5: Nuttso]\nWith my Glock, quick to let it pop, f** the law\nCarry steel cause I live on the n***a side of the law\nRidin' foes 'cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin'\nQuick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin'\nRidin' high, blazin', kryptonite got a n***a dazin'\nBurpin' and smurkin' got on enemies before I grave 'em\nRide 'em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped\nHad to stop light in a slowly night, this motherf**in' trick\nSlide over so I can dump and put it in em\nDamn, I guess this motherf**er know that I sent it\nHit the pedal now we high speedin'\nWith the metal tryin' to make these motherf**ers die speedin'\nUp the way I seen him slow down\nsh**!! I think I done bucked these hoes down\nCaught them runnin' on e it kind of funny to me\nThey know they was f**in' with me but they dumb to see\n[Verse 6: 2Pac]\nOpen up fire watch 'em expire when my shells split 'em\nPlus all them trick n***as basically can go to hell with 'em\nf** 'em they phony claimin' they homies but they foes\nSpeakin' on thug n***as daily, while we nailin' they hoes\nExplode boldly at my stage shows and formation\nWords are known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation\nA crooked thought, cops get bought, no longer caught\nOut on bail, raised in hell, n***a f** what you thought\nDid you cry when my girl died?\nPut out the hit, politic n***as worldwide, grabbin' my dick\nI'll never learn, take away the pain with sherm\nThrowin' gas on my enemies watchin' 'em burn\nKamikaze, I'm shootin' up the casket take the body\nWhip the corpse like a pi\u00f1ata and party\nHis last breath, a straight lesson I possess like j**els\nStay thugged out keep it movin'\nRunnin' on E..\nStay thugged out keep it movin'\nRunnin' on E\n[2Pac talking \u2026]\nOne time, one time for the n***as that stayed down for us\nRunnin' on E\nSmif-n-Wessun the Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot, BDI, runnin' on E\nThe Bootcamp Click\nWhat happened, that was it?",
    "2pac - Rush lyrics": "[INTRO:zio zane]\nUh, Zane Ya already know\nHeart of lost angels\nRush\n[hook: zio zane]*2\nTraffic in the sky, have a look around\nAin't no sunshine on the underground\nAin't nobody perfect, we all on the line\nsh**s we had to do, sh** we had to rush\n[verse1:zio zane]\nUh dreams I saw from the window\nLife is gettin' scary as i'm followed by the shadow\nMomma always told me honey pedal to the medal\nBut the money and the fame got me working like a chainsaw\nIt's hard to have a dream coming from a city where\nSleepin' in the ceiling is the jeans everybody wears\nI'm tryna stick to the script cause\nLife is a movie using d**h as a topic\nIf I die on my grind tell my bother bout the crime\nIt's all about the time so much money on my mind\nI'm tryna build my future like bill gates with no gate\nAll dis b**hes f**in' my past, but no hate\nNo judging n***a I ain't perfect n***a\nTraffic in the sky watch me fly n***a\nI know you hate it when a n***a made it\nAnd n***a never done till he fina k** it (k** it)\n[hook]*2\n[verse2:zio zane]\nYou know my crew on the way to the top\nYeah we grindin' like a motherf**er you can call the cops\nMind on my money dreams in my double cup \n\n\n\nSip it like hennessy sup my enemies I heard a f** n***a dropped\nAll my n***as sick as f** and imma doctor flyin' to the top\nSaw you b**hes on the escalator\nAll my homies chillin' where the cash at\nCan you swim cause you sleepin' where the crabs at\nn***a, ain't nobody safe haters be back to the grave\nWhen the king is got the crown I'm the underground king\nn***a,she ready for whatever I used to love b**h\nBut I wasn't there forever\nNow she wonder why I'm gone I told b**h I'm gone\nNow she's going crazy ans wish she was never born\nb**h I'm gone, b**h I'm gone\nI told 'em b**h I'm gone (b**h I'm gone)\n[2Pac:]*2\nSomething we all have to do\nOne thing we dying for\nNothing but pain stuck in the game\nSearching for fortune and fame\nThat's right here\nIts so basic that we all wanna be famous...\n?\n?\n[Hook]\n[outro]\nMomma never raised to be who I'm not\nSo you can hate me for who I am\nTravel every night tryna talk to God\nHe probly got a crib in a ATM\nMan I feel like the f**in' man of mankind\nAll eyes on me but ya'll ray Charles\nI stevie wonder if you thought judging me gon change me\nHahaha f** n***a (dope boyz)",
    "2pac - Same Song lyrics": "[Featuring 2Pac]\nChorus: repeat 2X\nAll around the world same song\nAll all around the world same song\n[Shock G]\nI came for the party to get naughty get my rocks on\neat popcorn watch you move your body to the pop song\nthat I'm singing dinga linging funky beats ringing\neverybody's swinging in the place\nas I kick the J A Z Z why is my style\nR&B mixing it with the hip hop swing beat\nChampagne in my hand, it won't be long till I'm gone\nIt's just the same old song\n[Humpty Hump]\nIt's just a freestyle, meanwhile, we keep the beat kickin\nsweat drippin, girlies in the limo eatin chicken\noops don't get the grease on your pantyhose\nI love ya Rover, move over, I gotta blow my nose\nSneezin, but still I'm pleasin to all the slimmies\nPull out my jimmie, time to get busy wit a Jenny\nif it's good and plenty, don't you know\nthere I go, there I go, there I go\nBut I don't go nowhere without my jim hat\nIf I'm rappin, cause she's clappin\nthen I'm strappin cause I'm smarter than that\nthen girlie maybe we can get along\nCutie after cutie, it's just the same old song\nChorus: repeat 3X\n[Money B]\nMoney be , the freaky deaky, the sqeaky meaky up and down\nas a matter of fact ill be right back i gotta take a leak \n\n\n\nSo I'm drainin entertainin, but I got fame\nand the bases I touch to much for me tryin to be namin\nAiyyo, you saw me on cable and gip\nI busted in and I was goin legit\nClark Gable back in Pakland its the same old song\nsport these shorties, same freckles and hat\ndrinkin the same 40's\n[Humpty Hump]\nhypothetical, political, lyrical, miracle whip\njust like bu*ter, my ryhmes are legit\nCause I'm the humpty. not humpty dumpty, but humpty hump\nhere a hump, there a hump, everywhere a hump\n[Shock G]\nah shut up and just listen\nnot dissin don't get me wrong\nbut to me its just the same old song\nso just watch, my name is shock, and i like to rock\nand you can't stop this\n2Pac go ahead and rock this\n[2Pac]\nNow I clown around when I hang around with the Underground\nGirls use to frown, say I'm down, when I come around\ngas me and when they pa** me they use to diss me\nharra** me, but now they ask me if they can kiss me\nGet some fame, people change, want to live they life high\nsame song, can't go wrong, if I play the nice guy\n(clamin that they must have changed,just because we came strong)\nI remain, still the same (why Tu'?) cause it's the same song\nChorus: repeat 3X",
    "2pac - Scared Straight lyrics": "[2Pac talking]\nf** all these motherf**er's talking all this old bullsh**\nLike n***as just gonna accept that old trash a** sh**\nWe ain't having none of this old sh**\nThese n***as about to come up straight short\nCause we about to get buck wild on you motherf**er's\n[Verse One]\nPrepare for the wrath, a psychopath when this song play\nGet iller than Johnny Gill, then rub you the wrong way\nf** sensitivity I get cruel when you're doing me\nCause none of the rough stuff b**h stop pursuing me\nSo true to the game, it's a name you don't dare say\nA lyrical lunatic when I kick it you're scared straight\nMotherf**er's fall pray to the roster\nYou step any closer and get hit with a dose of\nThe iller-fied pimping-a** gang to bang to\nAnd I ain't ashamed to, get wicked with slang too\nn***as know, when I flow, I can give you mo'\nGet sicker than psycho, and won't let the Mic, go\nTill I hear the whole crowd on they two feet\nAs I go through new beats, I'm running through MC's\nn***a please you dizzy, you can't take me\nYou stumble through break beats but you'll never fade me\nScared straight cause you hate, when I motivate\nYou suffer a different fate, with music I mutilate\nBut some of the super s**ers try to stop me\nI'm gunning and running the stupid motherf**ers now they jock me\nWhat if I should trip? Or chill and a give fair break\nf** it they feel the wrath of a motherf**er scared straight\n[Hook]\nYou scared motherf**er you scared?\nI know you scared motherf**er you scared (Ah, yeah, scared straight)\nCause I can hear your heart beating, heavy breathing\nI can see the sweat, trickling from your head\nYou scared motherf**er you scared? \n\n\n\nI know you scared motherf**er you scared (When your heart's beating)\nCause I can hear your heart beating, heavy breathing\nI can see the sweat, trickling from your head\n[Verse Two]\nFeel the 'Fever In The Funk House' buster you'll get rolled on\nNo matter how much they bring, I duck and dodge and hold on\nBest a watch the swing\nn***a the game is so strong, catch me by surprise\nYou won't realize your ho's gone\nn***a I'm on the creep\nAnd if I know your address, girls as good as stuck\nShe eating my Mr. Badness\nPac don't give a f**, I got too many enemies\nf**ing with the ginger juice the booze of f**ing Hennessy\nThe closer they can get\nBut still don't let them see me sweat, s**ers ain't trying to step\nThey know they'll be breathing they last breath\nn***as ain't got no heart, but swear that they be rocking sh**\nTill they get a load of the bold a** 2Pacalypse\nTell them to bring the noise, and look like they wanna rift\nBrother this is ain't a game, a crook's what's you're f**ing with\nHitting him with the flurry, I'll bury him if he steps to me\ns**ers can't get next to me, tripping off some Ecstasy\nLiteral life insanity, even a form of suicide\nThis ain't BBD, try doing me you're do or die\nDropping them like a Mack, and smacking them like a weak b**h\nn***a don't even twitch\nCause them I'mma have to pull the switch\nVictory to the switch, so f** 'em if they, try to break\nFreaking 'em with the funk left them drunk\nHella scared straight\nHell yeah\nScared straight\n[Hook] - 4X\nThis 2Pacalypse in this motherf**er\nAnd I'm scared straight\nMy motherf**er partners in the house",
    "2pac - Secret of Warz (Original Version) lyrics": "[Intro: Makaveli/Outlawz]\nWell goddamn let's give these n***as\nThe secrets and the rules since these muthaf**az, are f**in\nOutlawz in this muthaf**in\nMojo no go\nHm, uhgagaga\nSecretz of war\nAlright now\nYou know what time it is (Spice 1, ehhh yoooooooo)\n(bust if we must and plus)\nPut your hands on ya, hands on ya\n(bust if we must and plus)\nOutlawz in this muthaf**a\n(bust if we must and plus)\nFatal\n[Verse 1: Hussein Fatal]\nLet go my enemies, my heart beat, pump with the heat\nSo I bust instead of waiting for you punks to squeeze\nSee you all on my 3 pound rounds, since you conform\nBit the fact that Outlawz just kick down these doors\nb**h n***as be fouling out, hacking me with the wack rhymes\nGrabbing ya .9, shooting scared, tryin' to take mine\nI'm putting pressure on you n***as when I'm mobb\nDeep bringing the heat to you dirty a** squad\nYou can robb, point blank range, peek game\nFrom the pleasure, taminated criminal Hussein\nb**h n***a I try to project steps with the Tec\nMurder next, and robb any n***a any set\nHussein, the type of muthaf**a dying with trey pounds\nGhetto type be drown, hollow points from the waist down\n[Hook]\nWe go to war bust if we must, plus\nHandle our business if them jealous n***as f** with us\nWe go to war bust if we must, plus\nHandle our business when them jealous n***as f** with us\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nNow, as I approach the scene, from smoking green, got my eyes close\nn***as I call 'em my foes, I make 'em die froze\nWatch me make 'em bleed, makin' G's, Lord help me with it\nGot me fakin' b**hes of a meal ticket, help me get it\nSee me in and pray for options, when the precious love stop\nn***as get to pistol poppin', then watch the body drop\nI'm a lethal weapon, watch me hit yo set, flash on\nBlast on them b**h made n***as with my mask on\nDo it for profit, plus I'm, lookin' for punks to bust on\nIf you ain't screamin' WestSide, n***a get the f** on\nI'm seeing demons hittin' weed, got me hearing screams\nScared to go to sleep, I bust the scene like a dope feen\nProbably be punished for it, although you can't ignore it\nI live the life of a thug n***a, and die for it\nn***as past the clip and watch me bring 'em to the floor\nI got some sh** that they ain't ready for, I got the secrets to war\n[Hook]\nWe go to war bust if we must, plus\nHandle our business if them jealous n***as f** with us\nWe go to war bust if we must, plus\nHandle our business when them jealous n***as f** with us\n[Verse 3: Kadafi]\nKadafi, we do this thug life sh** like 4 5 6 dick em \n\n\n\nDown with no rounds left up in the pound when it sounds\nSqueeze the lead off!, I blow his motherf**in head off!\nGather all the other Outlawz, settle this sh** and set off\nYaki Kadafi, there ain't a cop here to stop me\nThese streets is black Hockey, your MOB? weak and sloppy\nPut a pamper on your silly a** p**y-style grammer\nLocked in the slammer while I'm layed co*ked co*ked back like a hammer\nY'all newly wed's don't want honey, some times I'm fed up\nDummys I Leave no trace found with you face down stuck\nYour biggest cannons couldn't come close to touch or even hit me\nDoin' my dirt puttin' in work on your block tipsy\u201d\n[Verse 4: Young Noble]\nCheck the middle, represented, n***as is finished\nGetting blood checks from clinics, this thug sh** is in us\nFlowing through my system, you a victim, blunts.. I twist them\nf** the whole world it's us against them\nYou got the heat? Pull it out, and co*k the handle if you with it\nDon't make no differences, with a 25-to-Life sentence\nWe already doing life on the street, like Al G\nn***as be heated when they walking the beat\nThis sh** is Flakey, making bags shaky, n***as hate me\nScared to face me, knowing that the Outlawz raised me!\nPut me up on game, put me up on a hustle\nOnce I flex my money muscle, all this cheese gotta double\nMoving sh** like a dolly, beating n***as like Rodney\nTurn to a k**a like Kadafi (Yaki Kadafi)\n[Hook]\nWe go to war we bust if we must, plus\nHandle our business when them jealous n***as f** with us\nWe go to war bust if we must, plus\nHandle our business when them jealous n***as f** with us\n(hahahaha)\nWe go to war, bust if we must, plus handle our business when them jealous n***as f** with us\nOutlawz\nOutlawz\nOutlawz\nE more\nMakaveli\nE more\nThey ain't ready for us\nf** with us\nThey ain't ready for us\nOutlaw\nOutlaw\nE more\n[Outro: Makaveli/Outlawz]\nSecretz of war\nAnd all you lil' young a** souljahs\nYou play this sh** back about fifty times\nYou'll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin\nTeach these b**hes a lil' somethin', you know what I mean?\nSecretz of muthaf**in' War live on d**h Row, b**h (ehh yooo)\nHahahahahahaha\nYou n***as crazy\n(We go to war, bust if we must, plus handle our business when them jealous n***as f** with us\nWe go to war, bust if we must, plus handle our business when them jealous n***as f** with us)\nYoung Noble\nFatal, Felony\nSecrets of war\nWhen we ride\nAlways have a good time\nYou know it's Thug Life\nJealous n***as f** with us\nHandle our business\nAiite",
    "2pac - Secretz Of War lyrics": "[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]\nYou either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us\nIt's as simple as that for me and my n***az\nYou either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us\nIt's as simple as that for me and my n***az\n[E.D.I. Amin]\nWar Time\nWar Time, it's either yourz or mine\nOutlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine\nAnd ride on em', leave em' stuck and f**ed from the gate\nSet it straight, regulate\nwit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!)\nHesitate, aww, now you know what\nya'll n***az were here to go\nIf you know it was good for ya\nBuncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue\nBut I'm Edi Amin on a mission to make em bleed\nn***a what?, n***a who?\nIt was cool? and at you?, what the f** is gone do?\nBarbecue and boo-hoo\nRide or die, get money all at the same time\nSplit the pie with the homie, ball at the same time\nAny n***a splippin', fall at the same time\nWe all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time\nWe all see the sunshine\nBut when you could do yourz, we'll bring these muthaf**as war\n[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]\nYou either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us\nIt's as simple as that for me and my n***az\n[2Pac]\nAs I approach the scene, from smokin' green\nGot my eyes closed, n***az so cold on my foes\nI make em' die froze\nWatch me make em' bleed, make em' G's\nLord help me wit'it\nGot me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket\nHelp me get'it\nSee me and pray for options\nbut the pressures nonstop\nn***az get the pistol poppin'\nAnd watch they body drop\nI'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set\nFlash on, blast on them b**h-made n***az wit' my mask on\nDo it for profit, plus I'm, lookin for punks to bust on\nIf you ain't screamin' WestSide, you can get the f** on\nI'm seein' demons hittin' weed\nGot me hearin' screamin'\nScared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend\nProbably be punished for it, though you can't ignore it\nI live the life of a thug n***a, and die for it\nn***az pa** the clip and watch me bring em to the floor\nI got some sh** that they ain't ready for (What you got?)\nI got the Secretz of War\n[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]\nYou either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us\nIt's as simple as that for me and my n***az\nYou either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us\nIt's as simple as that for me and my n***az\n[Yaki Kadafi]\nWe do this thug life sh**, like 4, 5, 6, dick em' \n\n\n\nDown wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (Here we go)\nSqueeze the lead off, I blow his mutha f**in' head off\nSignal all the other outlawz to get this sh** set off\nYaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me\nThese streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy\nPut a pamper on your silly a** prestyle grammar\nLocked in the slammer, while I'm layed co*ked back like a hammer\nYa'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up\nYa'll, that means I leave no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck\nYour pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me\nDoin' my dirt, puttin' in work, you see sh**, what you gonna do?\n[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]\nYou either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us\nIt's as simple as that for me and my n***az\nYou either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us\nIt's as simple as that for me and my n***az\nYo, we go to war\n[Young Noble]\nWe check the murder rate percentage\nn***az is finished\nGet blood checks from clinics\nThis thug sh** is in us\nFlowin' through my system, you a victim\nBlunts, I twist em', f** the whole world\nIt's us against them\nyou got some heat? Pull it out\nco*k the hammer if you wit' it, don't make\nNo difference here, with the 25 to life sentence\nWe already doin' life on the streetz\nLike algae, n***az be heated, when they walkin' the beat\nThis sh** is flaky, makin' backs shaky, n***az hate me\nScared to face me, knowin' that the Outlawz blaze me\nPull me up on game, put me up on a hustle\nOnce I s** my money muscle, all the G's got devils\nMovin' sh** like a dollar, beatin' n***az like Rodney\nTurn a k**a like Kadafi, and a nuke stream to stop me\n[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]\nYou either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us\nIt's as simple as that for me and my n***az\nYou either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us\nIt's as simple as that for me and my n***az\nYou either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us\nIt's as simple as that for me and my n***az\nYou either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us\nIt's as simple as that for me and my n***az\nWe go to war\n[2Pac]\nBring it on\nAnd all you lil' young a** souljahs\nYou play this sh** back about fifteen times\nYou'll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin\nTeach these b**hes a lil' somethin', you know what I mean?\nSecretz of muthaf**in' War....",
    "2pac - Secretz Of War (Original) (Rules Version) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nSecrets of war\nGet your pen and pads out, you lil' young a** muthaf**as\nAlright now, Fatal-n-Felony, you know what time it is\nKingpin Kurupt, with 'Pac\nPut your hands on ya, hands ya\nGet y'all n***as up\nRoll with the secrets now\nSecrets of war\nPut your hands on ya, hands on ya\nTime to roll with the secrets now\nSecrets of war\nPut your hands on ya, hands on ya\nPeep it\nCheck it\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nMy melody is music that's corrupt as a felony\nLethal weapon rebelling, so dope that n***as inhaling me, uh!\nLike Sun Tzu or Machiavelli\nThe secrets of war, the art of combat, bustin' will never fail me\nNow Rule 1: Follow yo' enemies and peep his weakness\nConstitute while he's asleep and make the game deeper\nRule 2: Locate his crew, and peep the things they do\nNow get some infra-red beams and waste them n***as too\nRule 3: Let's find a place where they rest they head\nYou jealous ba*tards make caskets out ya comfy beds\nRule 4: Now peep the secrets of war\nI got surveillance on muthaf**as beware of my forty-four\nRule 5: Right before you bustas die\nLetchu look me inside my eyes say ya good-byees\nThen Rule 6: Witness the d**h of a trick\nHe was a coward from day one, and died like a b**h, see BIIATCH\nHahahahahaha\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nWe bust if we must, plus, we handle business if you jealous n***as f** with us, you know what time it is\nSecrets of war, we bust if we must, plus, we handle business if you jealous n***as f** with us\nPut your hands on ya, hands on ya\nSecrets of war\n[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]\nI diffuse troops with interviews and they metabolism\nSure mad and I'm snappin on rappers actin' they stacks is wit' 'em\nExpose you like spades, who the f** out they heart\nI pull your projects apart and find more ism than narcs\nWe play parks and side streets, keepin' it 9 to 5 B\nLast week plan is jump to 21 jump street\nPoisonous led, spread ya legs on the rake\nOr I'm gettin' mine feel about 29 that's sittin' on the ledge\nThis ain't the place to creep, so don't be practicin'\nHow to get my n***as on the block, when you think we sleep\nNo I don't think ya know our styles, you ain't got sh** I wreck\nMechanic will have 'em empty like them 7th ave projects\nYou half way crooks, ya guys are scared to step foot and look fast\nOn the strength they can get hit up quick or their sh** took fast\nI smile, and I'll commitin' murder, money live\nPager 325, on some sh** you never f**in' heard of\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nHere we go, secrets of war \n\n\n\nWe bust if we must, plus, we handle business\nIf you jealous n***as f** with us\nSecrets of war (y'all know what time it is)\nWe bust if we must, plus, we handle business\nIf you jealous n***as f** with us\nPut your hands on ya, hands on ya\n[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]\nNowadays\nWith all these fast cash tendencies\nYo straight up, they got me lookin' eye to eye, with all my enemies\nSpottin' almost plottin', claimin' to be a f**in' friend of me\nTriple connections, Two Teks sittin' shot gun up in the Lexus\nReady to release some ripples in a n***a mid-section\nWith bullets that's hollow, rules to follow\nCrews get swallowed, down wit' the clowns\nGet drowned like deuce deuce bottles\nWe clique gettin' major, clappin' gla**es, spittin' razors\nIt's insane how I live, it's unexplained\nAcross the neighbors\nStreets of war\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nWe bust if we must, plus, we handle business\nIf you jealous n***as f** with us\nSecrets of war (y'all know what time it is)\nWe bust if we must, plus, we handle business\nIf you jealous n***as f** with us\nHands on ya, hands on ya\n[Verse 4: Kurupt]\nI've seen it over, and over, no win sit-yay-tions\nThe end, the end of gladiations so now they facin' (uh)\nThey faced with metaphoric phrases hysteria (uh huh)\nEngages the d**h toll to spread like malaria\nWhat I can co*k and stop thoughts from circulatin' through ya head\nIn the form of writers block and spread like a plague (hm)\nI break, batter and bruise neck, arms and legs\nIn my profession, my thoughts conceal weapons (uhh)\nGettin' ready to drop the bomb like the B-1\nYa 145 pound rhymes and mines a 3 ton\nConcoctions, mystic can spot the gator\nBefore ya get a dosage of the greatest rhyme creator in this existence\nRelax and explore the scene, I get this sh** pumped the f** up like morphine\nAnd uh, and uh, and uh\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nHahahahehehehe, be-itch\nSecrets of muthaf**in' war\n(We bust, if we must, plus, jealous n***as f** wit' us)\nY'all don't even understand it\n(secrets of war, we bust if we must, plus, jealous n***as f** wit' us)\nSecrets of war\nAnd all you lil' young a** souljahs\nYou play this sh** back about 50 times\nYou'll have enough game to roll up to the club or somethin' (we thuggin' be-itch)\nTeach these b**hes a lil' somethin', you know what I mean?\nSecrets of muthaf**in' war, live on d**h Row, b*tch!\nHahahahahehehehehe\nYou n***as crazy\nWell that was Kurupt\nFatal, Felony\nAnd 'Pac\nThat n***a Johnny J on the beat so\nYou know it's thug life",
    "2pac - Sessions lyrics": "\n\n\n\n2Pacalypse Now\nAll Eyez on Me\nThe Don k**uminati: The 7 Day Theory",
    "2pac - Set It Off lyrics": "[Intro]\nAhhh\n(Step a star, star, step a star)\n(Everybody)\n(Set it off)\n(What ya want, what ya want)\n(Border l-ine)\n(What?)\n(Border l-ine)\n(What?)\n(Border l-ine)\n(What ya want, what ya want)\n[Verse 1: Asu]\nAnother story of the territorial\nOnly difference from that one is this one is a-blazin' more of you\nHave it and be ready\n[Verse 2: Tek]\n'fore to confrontation\nI stand in attack formation\nFind the borderline and bring together One Nation\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nIt's time to flash back to tre bags\nBuddha smoking Lambs bread\nNeed another case like I need bullets in my damn head\nWhat's that you speakin' on\nFly-rican get your freakin' on\nBrothers get to blastin' when they realize that the weekends gone\nYour speakers blown cause my base blows\nThose lyrics how I lace them when I brake foes\nNow, we maintainin' players go through basic trainin'\nOutlawz, bow down best-a recognize the game, set it off\n[Interlude]\nSet it off on the West y'all\nThe party's guaranteed to be like habitable\nMost of all last call for alcohol that last all night\nWe got beats so it's all right, we all tight\n(That's how we do it from the West to the East)\n(You wanna hit that)\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nSet it off on the West y'all\nSet it off on the East y'all\nSet if off, s-set it off, Set if off, s-set it off\nSet it off on the West y'all\nSet it off on the East y'all\nSet if off, s-set it off, Set if off, s-set it off\n[Bridge]\nOne Nation under a group\nGettin' down just for the smoke of it\nOne Nation under a group\nNothing can stop us now\n[Verse 4: Capital LS]\n(Yo L what you dealin' with?)\nI'm dealin' with that bullshhh\nThat off the wall shhh\nThat make that transmission start shhh\nWell I was thinkin' along the lines\nGhetto rhymes, frontin' a**es of all kinds\nI ain't got the time for the Versace designs \n\n\n\nFakes a** crews claiming they controllin' crime\nI think I'm finna show them what time it is\nGreg Nice lets show them what time it is\nCome on boy\n[Verse 5: Greg Nice]\nI collect the dough like Reuben Kincaid\nBeen a Hip-Hop junkie ever since fifth grade\nEarly to rise, we gotta get paid\nSometimes I rock a 'fro sometimes I rock a fade\nSend them hugs and kisses to the girls across the map\nDon't be shy baby lay on my lap\nKeep my eye open just in case of b**by-trap\nSlap me baby I slap you back, back\n[Hook]\nSet it off on the West y'all\nSet it off on the East y'all\nSet if off, s-set it off, Set if off, s-set it off\nSet it off on the West y'all\nSet it off on the East y'all\nSet if off, s-set it off, Set if off, s-set it off\n[Bridge]\nOne Nation under a group\nGetting down just for the smoke of it\nOne Nation under a group\nNothing can stop us now\nHa, ha, ha, ha\n[Verse 6: Buckshot]\nSet it off from the sun rise\n'Til the skies turn red like the Beady Eyes\nAnd the bees realize the allies\nReflect bullets like alloys\nP-p-p-port-port\nYo G, D-O-G raisin' the flag for pen's who brag\nBut keep the heat up in the back\nBut they quick to get jet lagged\nThey lag when they jet, when the G in the formation of a formed set\nI bet, (I bet) thought the flame was lost\nBut the flame was tossed\nTo the boss dedicated to givin' the boys horse\nOf course, take it out of proportion\nIf you with the course dedicated to floss the invincible force\nSet it off\n[Hook]\nSet it off on the West y'all\nSet it off on the East y'all\nSet it off, come on now , set it off come on\nSet it off on the West y'all\nSet it off on the East y'all\nSet if off, s-set it off, s-set if off, set it off\n[Bridge]\nOne Nation under a group\nGettin' down just for the smoke of it",
    "2pac - Set way lyrics": "[Verse: 1]\nSet way\nSet a way to lay out\nSet a way out\nSet a way out of lies\nSet a way out of storm\nSet a way out where there is on way\nSet a lane to lay out\nSetting way\nWhere blocks hunch inches\nShort hurt form of act\nSerious love learn to wait out\nSending out love, out of from 6th miles\nSecret love set a mind of a man\nSetting way out\nSet A, set of oak, set a mall of life of a mankind\nSet a lane to lay out\nThey are all the risk of life\nFind a way out, love lay a second's of an offer\nSet take a million of a magnium\nLove to love sent a love to a living of a brother\nMade a mistake grant a limit of a lover\nSet a way out \n\n\n\nLet the way be free\nLet the pa**ion out, let the trillion count\nLet the stones sound, waves wage way to lay out\nMake the beverage stand's love set is free\nSent is real, love is rarely love is free\nNothing can be compare to this\nGetting love heat hardly 'get on a man's mind\nIt's a feeling is real fill the pie, fixed the spot\nIt's a feelin' is real\nHave baby crying is a lot from get enough of fun\nLove set the goal\nInspire in spare of love, feed the bear\nForce of Speed, fill the wine\nSet the light, let's get going\nAccuse in a expire of love\nGet 'felt' me coming, felt me\nGet me coming\nFelt me coming, felt me coming",
    "2pac - sh** Don't Stop lyrics": "[2pac]\nsh** don't stop [2x]\nGame rules often slang to the right fools\nHeavy hittin' at this motherf**er's straight spittin'\nDiggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain\nwhy real n***as need to stick to the game\nIt's the same got these motherf**ers changin' on me\nJealous-a** player-haters gaming on me\nLook out motherf**er homey-G\nAs in gettin' motherf**ers 'fore they come get me\nGet down for the right for the wishes\nFake a** n***a, you in sh**, for fightin' over b**hes\nYou call that a player?\nStraight-a** sissy\nSee me at my show n***a miss me\nCause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullsh**\nGot a pistol motherf**er try to pull quick\nAnd just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin\nAnd if you clip when the sh** happens, it don't stop\n[chorus] sh** don't stop...\n[Y.N.V]\nNow my guess is true\nThem thug life n***as is a bull\nEverywhere we go\nThe n***as trippin at the door\nI want to dance with you\nYou can dance at the party and not get whipped [1x]\n[Macadoshis]\nSee the sh** don't stop\nMy 9 goes pop\nYour body drip-drop\nThrow that a** in a zip-loc\n[Rated R]\nNow you've been hauled away in a body bag\nGet your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me\n[Macadoshis]\nYo you f**in' with a thug yo your a** gets plugged\nWith this hollow-point slugs\nWith ya under the rug\n[Rated R]\nThat's why my deaf n***as don't play that sh**\nIn thug life n***as be the craziest \n\n\n\n[Macadoshis]\nSo when you think about f**in' this\nYou better wear a vest\nBut it really don't matter\nWe ain't aimin' at your chest\n[Rated R]\nNah we blowin holes in your motherf**in' skull\nMake sure your a** is smoked\nThat's all the fat lady wrote\n[Macadoshis]\nYou heard that fat b**h sing when my sh** went bang-bang\nBut it don't pay when i flaunt your brain\n[Rated R]\nn***a, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show\nIn the casket\nGit'n they a** kicked\nAnd blasted\nIt don't stop\n[chorus 1x]\n[Mopreme]\nAll I wanna do is try to Mac the hoes\nSpin bank on thangs sellin me a sponsor on my foes\nIt's like each and every one they got the look of d**h\nI got my 9 n***a\nDon't be silly\nYou better watch your step\n[Syke]\nAnd pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin'\nb**hes we tossin'\nAnd n***as we crossin'\nIt's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood\nIt's all good\nThe punks? I wish you would!\n[Mopreme]\nWouldn't better to just corrolate what we bust\nInstead of kickin' dust\nGets a press y'all from nuts\nCause ain't no herbs here\nAnd ain't no morgues\nBeware of the water 'cause they full of sharks\n[Syke]\nBut in every state\nn***as perpetrate and test\nWhere I come from fools die for less\nAnd thugs keep thugin' till their casket drop\nIt's on 'till I die\nAnd the sh** don't stop\n[chorus 2x]",
    "2pac - sh** Don't Stop (feat. Y.n.v.) lyrics": "We haven't lyrics of this song. Please, add\nthese lyrics for other users. Use \"Correct\". Thanks to you.\n\n\n",
    "2pac - SHE NASTY lyrics": "AY YOU A NASTY GIRL\nNASTY GIRL\nAY YOU A NASTY GIRL \n\n\n\nNASTY GIRL NASTY GIRL",
    "2pac - Shining Serpent * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Shorty Wanna Be A Thug lyrics": "[Intro/Chorus: 2Pac]\nSay he wanna be\nShorties gonna be a Thug\nSaid he wanna be\nOne day he's gonna be\nSaid he's wanna be\nShorties gonna be's a Thug\nSaid he's gonna be\nOne day he gonna be\nSay he wanna be\nShorties gonna be a Thug\nSaid he gonna be\nOne day he's gonna be\nSaid he wanna be\nShorties gonna be a Thug\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nHe was a nice middle cla** n***a\nBut nobody knew the evil he'd do When he got a little bigger\nGet off the final blaze\nWhile puffing on a Newport\nplottin' on a another way to catch a case\nWas only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon\nWith a bunch of old n***as\nBut you the only one who ain't telling\nI tell you it's a cold world, stay in school\nYou tell me its a man's world, play the rules\nAnd fade fools, 'n break rules until we major\nBlaze up, getting with hoes through my pager\nWas raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics\nIt's getting drastic, n***as got automatics\nMy fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord\nTo make way for another straight Thug n***a\nI'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv\nfrom the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Two: 2Pac] \n\n\n\nStraight from the Hall to the Penn\nAdolescent n***a scaling weight and standing Six feet Ten\nHe carried weight like a Mack truck\nGonna bust on some playa haters\nif the mutha f**as act tuff\nThen thats when the lethal weapon with the razor\nThis little n***a smoking weed and getting blazed up\nNo one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga\nCould take the life of a young n***a guns bigger\nNo mother and father, you see, the n***as all alone\nOld timers my role model, the war zone\nReleased with this game 'til its a part of me\nMy heart don't beat no fear and it ain't hard to see\nThe future is looking dim\nI'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin\nI'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love\nout with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug\n[Chorus]\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nShorty gonna be a thug\nYou little bad a** n***a, to the young n***as\ngotta stay sharp n***a, play your part\nyou got plenty of time (you bad mutha f**as)\nYou only get three mistakes, then thats life, big baby (n***as craaazy)\nwatch the signs\nDamn, you ain't but sixteen n***a?\nSixteen?!\nThat's a bad muthaf**er",
    "2pac - Shot a thug smoking weed lyrics": ".",
    "2pac - Silver Screen * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Sippin Hennessy lyrics": "[2pac]\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Henness,y ain't no body calling back\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy, remember me I'm your homie that was there in the brawl\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy, we used to do is drink ? screw thug for life\nSippin Hennessy sippin Hennessy, thug for life\n[Lil Zane]\nI'm getting paid million dollar n***a raised with no father figure\nJust a young n***a getting blazed drink alota liquor\nHanging with the dope boys down in the corner\nComing home to my mama smelling like marijuana\nI'm getting high off through high school\nSkipping cla** selling d** cause the rent due\nI needed cash thinking back when it was me n you\nWe had it cool hustling was all we knew to do\nStay making moves, when its time to ball I'm the one you call\nSince we was small we was in and out of juvy hall\nBreaking the law\nWe was screw up until we grew up\nBut we was destined to do it and everybody knew it\nWe getting to it all the little sh**\nAnd well be mad for a little bit\nWe just 2 bad a** ghetto kids\nScheemin and dreaming big\nYou should of seen everything we did\nUsed to be a team til my n***a switched now I'm just...\n[2pac]\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy ain't no body calling back\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy remember me I'm your homie that was there in the brawl\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy, we used to do is drink ?, screw thug for life\nSippin Hennessy sippin Hennessy, thug for life\n[Lil Zane]\nI'm under pressure the game can't let it stress you\nThe fame don't mean a thing when these cops got to arrest you\nThough you get treated special n***as constantly test you\nProbably never accept you hate you but never met you\nAnd the friends that you knew for years they longer there\nIts weird cause the cash gone and they all disappear\nNow I'm solo riding in my lolo\nStill blowing dro\nAnd getting dodo\nWon't stop for no hope\nIts bout the money in the end\nSo f** friends\nGot all my chips in the game and I'm bout to cash in \n\n\n\nI play the winner pray the lord forgive me for my sins\nI stand tall but if I fall who can I call can't trust my dogs\nThey got my back against the wall\nAnd though I'm young I feel like I done been through it all\nFrom a to Z but I made a c cause I'm a g no peace in these streets\nTill I see all my n***as free after ever be\n[2pac]\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy ain't no body calling back\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy remember me I'm your homie that was there in the brawl\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy, we used to do is drink ?, screw, thug for life\nSippin Hennessy sippin Hennessy, thug for life\n[Lil Zane]\nI've been through hell and back I just tell my life and put it in a rap\nn***as I was done with way back I wonder where they at\nLets spark a blunt up and sip my henny keep em going under\nFake friends made me change my number had to relocate cause n***as hate\nTalk behind my back but smiling in my face\nCut the gra** fore I see the snakes\nGotta keep my eyes open\nDon't wanna die hoping\nEven though it hurts my chest I can't stop smoking\nThem jealous a** n***as, them scandalous a** b**hes\nStarting to look suspicious so I'm sleeping with my pistol\nn***as got any issues we can make this sh** official\nFor my n***as dead and gone let you know your n***a miss you\nUntil I'm with you\n[2pac]\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy ain't no body calling back\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy remember me I'm your homie that was there in the brawl\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy, we used to do is drink ?, screw thug for life\nSippin Hennessy sippin Hennessy, thug for life\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy ain't no body calling back\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy remember me I'm your homie that was there in the brawl\nSippin Hennessy, sippin Hennessy, we used to do is drink ?, screw thug for life\nSippin Hennessy sippin Hennessy, thug for life",
    "2pac - Sittin' On Chrome 1996 (Mixtape) lyrics": "Sittin' On Chrome 1996 [CD 1 & 2]\n(Slick Rick's personal tape)\nCD 1:\n1.DJ Screw & Slick Rick - Twisted (Shout Outs)\n2.Richie Rich - Something About The West Coast (Screw Mix)\n3.Da Brat - Just A Little Bit\n4.Suave House - Peace Of Mind\n5.Shaquille O'Neal & Notorious BIG - Can't Stop The Rain\n6.Dogg Pound - She Was Just A Groupie \n\n\n\n7.2Pac - White Man's World\n8.Ice Cube - Irresistible b**h\nCD 2:\n1.Old School - Giving You My Love\n2.Tela - Tired Of Ballin\n3.B-Legit & 2Pac - n***as Then Change\n4.Twista - Money Flow\n5.Suave House - Hoes In The Club\n6.Yo-Yo & E-40 - I Wanna Thank You\n7.2Pac - Time Goes By\n8.Genesis - Its Gonna Get Better",
    "2pac - Skandalouz lyrics": "(feat. Nate Dogg)\n[2Pac]\nHey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherf**er\nWe's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes\n[Nate]\nI can talk about scandalous b**hes\n[2Pac]\nOh I know you can!\nI know you that's why we gonna do it\nDaz on the beat\nHey Daz, n***a stop f**in around with the piano n***a\nJust drop that sh** like uhh, this here\n[2Pac]\nI met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me\nSo disappointed cause baby that sh** was so phony\nIt's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies\nWoulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me\nWhile you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed\nNo, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools\nThey chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house\nand can't leave without his b**h permission\nThe mission's to be a playa, my alias is Boss\nDrop a top on these jealous n***az, playa let me floss\nY'all don't wanna see me in pain\nI'll leave that a** like Toni Braxton, \"Never breathing again\"\nIt's scandalous, I never liked your back stabbin a**, triiick\nUsed to watch you money grabbin, who you baggin beeyitch?\nReady to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust\nBut b**hes lookin scandalous\n[Chorus: Nate Dogg]\nScandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous\nShe's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous\nScandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous\nShe's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous\n[2Pac]\nHow's it hangin? Cause baby from the back the sh** is bangin\nI've been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang\nWon't be no bullsh**, no a**-kissin\nThis b**h'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin\nI'm askin, as if I'm qualified to an*lyze\nYou're lookin at a b**h who specialize in tellin lies\nShe got a body make a motherf**er fantasize \n\n\n\nHer face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes\nMy sister ? in poverty\nPlus I knew she was a freak b**h so why should it bother me?\nI'd probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue\nand though I don't where we're goin, she's makin me come\nI've been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin?\nLet me show you, got some hookers we can toss later\nBefore I let her get me off guard\nWent in the purse took a hundred dollars\nn***a I'm so scandalous\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\nDangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches\nI'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty b**hes\nCurrency motivated, not easily terminated\nNow that we made it, my n***az can never be faded\nThis is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid\nAll you cowards that try to stop me is beggin for early graves\nI thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin you could be true\nwhen I don't f** with your punk crew\nThese are the tales for my n***az doin time in the cell\nI went from hell, to livin well\nBustin at n***az who said my name in vain\nI got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game\nI wanna be a baller, please\nBut the b**hes and the liquor keep on callin me\nI'm floatin free on the highway, formulatin plans\nCan't wait til I see L.A., cause it's so scandalous\n[Chorus]\n[Chorus repeat to end (2Pac speaks over it)]\n[2Pac]\nAiyyo.. how the prettiest b**h be the more scandalous the hoe be\nYou ever peep that sh**? (Nah)\nA b**h can be like fifteen, f**in with a n***a 35\nGettin him for ends\nHoes these days is way too motherf**in intelligent\nWhen these n***az get to trickin, hahaha, it's over then\nThat's aight though\nKeep a n***a heavy in the game, bout so long\nWatch them hoes\nAll you n***az out there\nBeware these lyin a** scandalous b**hes",
    "2pac - Skank Wit U lyrics": "Artist: Don Jagwar f/ 2Pac\nAlbum: Floss Mode\nSong: Skank Wit U\n[Don]\nShes my favorite selection\nA proud lady of this new style and fashion\nSo i can't just understand, why youre skankin bye yourself\nSo it seems to me\nYou are the ideal girl for me to please\nSo you wanna get wit don, come get near\nTurn a man into a boy make the boy shed a tear\nSo you wanna get wit don, come get near\nTurn a man into a boy make the boy shed a tear\nSince i got off the island\nI come to america with ambition\nGot the ladies screamin i did don\nIf you lie then goodbye with a busted crome\nEspically when you meet the smithon wessen\nYou know you know you should have never tested don\n{chorus}x3\nI wanna skank wit u, lil girl\nI wanna rock wit u, bad boy bad boy \n\n\n\n[2Pac]\nDirty bout my business tell me girl do you feel me\nAre you ready for the rythme of a real G\nLove do you hear me\nI got ya runnin fo my body\nDrippin sweat are you ready for my hottie\n2pac 2pac, hip hop\nMix down wit that underground funk\nAnd a pocket full of skunk\nCome hear now babe\nYou been runnin for my lines lately\nI'll be gettin mines, kickin ryhmes, to fade me\nThug life baby baby\nSteady smokin indo going crazy\nNow baby if you love me, come and hug me\nTurn the lights down, in the dark when you rub me\nEverybodys talkin bout they know me\nBut they never gave me all the fame, they show me\nYou on the dance floor prepare yourself when i pick cha\nThug gettin wit cha\n{chorus}x5",
    "2pac - Slippin' into Darkness lyrics": "Yeah! ha ha yeah.... thats right!\nThe F.A's comin striaght from the wild wild west\nLook at baby girl born in 19-7-deuce\nPop's on his fix, Mom's stuck on that crazy juice\nWent to school, It's all cool but in Junior Hiiigh\nLittle hooker in the bathroom getting hiiigh\nWhat she doing and what she smoking, nobody knows\nIs she addicted or just slipping into melbose\nA bad a** broad running with the girl gang\nJust got some tat's,Talking all that girl slang\nFirst one to slap, because La vida dont matter\nWip out a cuete watch your brains get splattered\nSelling them doves, hanging with thugs and all that\nBeating up fools with a baseball bat\nStarted having s** at only 14\nImagine O.G. wears his clothes all crisp and clean\nGot pregnant had a baby in December\nShe won't see the daddy till next September\nMom's and Pop's gave her the boot\nKicked her out La Casa, Now what Raza\nWith the money she got, She bought a spot of the block\nStarted paying the rent by slangin' phat a** c**a rocks\nNow shes 23 her four kids all alone, and loc'ed out\nAnd plus shes all smoked out,the base face\nYou could see it in her eyes, it could also tell the tears\nOf a life long cries\nThey was headed for self destruction\nConjunction Junction,(hey Yo!) Whats your Function?\nHer own kids gotta healp, 'cause they knew she was slippin'\nTook the devil away homegiiirl, You was Slippin'\nCHORUS:\nSlipping into Darkness\nWhen you slip you trip and fall\nSlipping into Darkness\nAin't no sense to give ya'll no love at all\nThey say we're slipping, as a whole one race\nSo, what we gonna choose, Don't want the blues\nI turn to the news and what do I see\n(merciless)\"Everybody in the world ready to D. I. E.\" \n\n\n\nWe got blacks against blacks, browns against browns\nWhites against whites,from governments to undergrounds\nSo, Peep the sound as it bumps through your stereo\nEar to your brain now check out the scenerio\nCali got quakes, Mudslides, and Floods\nPesadillas(nightmares)Crips and Bloods\nHustlas, Pimps, Shot Callers, and k**as\nO.G. , Macks, and the big Coca Dealers\nWe got homeboys who just like kicking it\nAnd Vato's like me who grab the mic and start splitting it\n(merciless) \"You're in for a phat treat trip into a phat beat\"\nSo get closer to the funk and slip into the backseat\nCHORUS X2\nThey wanna band me cause a brothas makin noise a lot\nIll shoot they a** in a sec wit a poisin dart\nThey got me runnin down the street gettin hotter\nRunnin from the cops as i try to clock my Glock\nThe war won't stop\nThats why they wanna band the music\nYou ever notcie how the cops can't stand the music\nSee a black man coolin wit a mexican\nWe can all have peace, the sun sets again\nThey try to shove us in the pen\nBut we clown and we frown every time we hit the top ten\nOnce again, its your friend outta oakland,hopin\nTo keep the hip hop clubs open\nNow we can lay back and let them close'm\nOr we can have beef and show that we control'em\nNow ain't nobody gettin paid, its a damn shame\nWhy gang bang brothas in the same gang?\nThey say securitys to blame, cause they lettin it off\nBrothas come to have fun but they settin it off\nOne time, make it worse when they sweat us\nSend an army of pigs to come get us\nNow im runnin outta time and im cool down with the aztecs\nThis is sorta like soul food",
    "2pac - Slippin' Into Darkness (Remix) lyrics": "( yeah, yeah the F. A's coming str8\nFrom the wild wild west)\nVerse: 1 (Merciless)\nLook at baby girl born in 19-7-deuce\nPop's on his fix, Mom's stuck on that crazy juice\nWent to school, It's all cool but in Junior Hiiigh\nLittle hooker in the bathroom getting hiiigh\nWhat she doing and what she smoking, nobody knows\nIs she addicted or just slipping into melbose\nA bad a** broad running with the girl gang\nJust got some tat's,Talking all that girl slang\nFirst one to slap, because La vida dont matter\nWip out a cuete watch your brains get splattered\nSelling them doves, hanging with thugs and all that\nBeating up fools with a baseball bat\nStarted having s** at only 15\nImagine O.G. wears his clothes all crisp and clean\nGot pregnant had a baby in December\nShe won't see the daddy till next September\nMom's and Pop's gave her the boot\nKicked her out La Casa, Now what Raza\nWith the money she got, She bought a spot of the block\nStarted paying the rent by slangin' phat a** c**a rocks\nNow shes 23 her four kids all alone, and loc'ed out\nAnd plus shes all smoked out,the base face\nYou could see it in her eyes, it could also tell the tears\nOf a life long cries\nThey was headed for self destruction\nConjunction Junction,(hey Yo!) Whats your Function?\nHer own kids gotta healp, \"cause they knew she was slippin'\nTook the devil away homegiiirl, You was Slippin'\nChorus: x2\n(Slippin' into Darkness Sample from War)\nSlipping into Darkness\nWhen you slip you trip and fall\nSlipping into Darkness\nAin't no sense to give ya'll no love at all\nVerse: 2 (Sapo Loco)\nThey say we're slipping, as a whole one race\nSo, what we gonna choose, Don't want the blues\nI turn to the news and what do I see\n(merciless)\"Everybody in the world ready to D. I. E.\" \n\n\n\nWe got blacks against blacks, browns against browns\nWhites against whites,from governments to undergrounds\nSo, Peep the sound as it bumps through your stereo\nEar to your brain now check out the scenerio\nCali got quakes, Mudslides, and Floods\nPesadillas(=nightmares)????? Crips and Bloods\nHustlas, Pimps, Shot Callers, and k**as\nO.G. , Macks, and the big Coca Dealers\nWe got homeboys who just like kicking it\nAnd Vato's like me who grab the mic and start splitting it\n(merciless) \"You're in for a phat treat trip into a phat beat\"\nSo get closer to the funk and slip into the backseat\nChorus: x2\nVerse: 3 (2Pac)\nThey tried to ban me cause a brothas making noise alot\nI tear their a**es about to foil the plot\nThey got me trapped, now I'm strapped getting harder\nRunning from the cops as I try to co*k my gloc\nThe war won't stop, Thats why they want to ban the music\nGather and notice how the cops can't stand the music\nSee a black man cooling with a mexican\nWe can all have peace on the set's again\nGive a shout out to my homies in the pen\nThey try to keep us down but we pound\nEvery time we hit the Top 10\nOnce again is your friend out of Oakland\nHoping to keep your hip hop clubs open\nNow we can fight and let them close them\nOr we could have peace at shows so we contol them\nNow ain't nobody getting paid, It's a damb shame\nWhy g**n brothas in the same gate\nSay security is the plan cause they letting it off\nBrothas come to have fun, but they setting it off\nOne-Time make it worse when they sweat us\nSend a Army of pigs to come get us\nSo I'm running out of time\nAnd it's cool down with the aztecs\nAnd it's Salsa con Soulfood\n(music fades)",
    "2pac - Smile lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nThere's gon' be some stuff you gon' see\nThat's gon' make it hard to smile in the future\nBut through whatever you see\nThrough all the rain and the pain\nYou gotta keep your sense of humor\nYou gotta be able to smile through all this bullsh**\nRemember that!\nMmm, yeah, keep ya head up! Yeah\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nOur lifestyles be close-captioned\nAddicted to fatal attractions\nPictures of actions be played back in the midst of mashin'\nNo fairy tales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales\nHustlers hardly think of culture\nOr the repercussions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures\nSellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars, and b**hes\nWishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures\nWhy shed tears? Save your sympathy\nMy childhood years were spent\nBuryin' my peers in the cemetary\nHere's a message to the newborns waitin' to breathe\nIf you believe, then you can achieve; just look at me!\nAgainst all odds, though life is hard we carry on\nLivin' in the projects, broke with no lights on\nTo all the seeds that follow me, protect your essence\nBorn with less, but you still precious; just smile for me now!\n[Hook: Johnny P & (2Pac)]\nSmile for me, won't you smile? (Smile for me now)\nJust smile, smile for me (Smile)\n(What you lookin' all sad for?\nn***a, you black, smile for me now)\nSmile for me\n(n***a, you ain't got nothin' to be worried about)\nWon't you smile? (No doubt, smile for me now)\nJust smile (And the next generation)\n[Verse 2: Scarface]\nNow, as I open up my story, with the blaze of your blunts\nAnd you can picture thoughts slowly, up on phrases I wrote\nAnd I can walk you through the days that I done\nI often wish that I could save everyone, but I'm a dreamer\nHave you ever seen a n***a who was strong in the game\nOverlookin' his tomorrows, and they finally came?\nLook back on childhood memories, and I'm still feelin' the pain\nTurnin' circles in my 9th grade, dealin' c**aine \n\n\n\nToo many ha**les in my local life, survivin' the strain\nAnd a man without a focus, life could drive him insane\nStuck inside a ghetto fantasy hopin' it change\nBut when I focus on reality we broke and in chains\nHad a dream of livin' wealthy and makin' it big\nOver football chose to cook raw, wouldn't take but I did\nAnd after all my momma's thankin' God for blessin' the child\nAll my momma gots to do now is collect it and smile; smile!\n[Hook: Johnny P]\nSmile for me, won't you smile?\nJust smile, smile for me\nSmile for me\nWon't you smile? Just smile\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nf** the world, as we elope and witness furious speeds\nUnanswered questions keep us all stressin', curious G's\nBackstabbed and bleedin'\nCrooked thoughts laced with weed, learnin'\nDuckin' stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin'\nInhalin' sherm smoke, visualize the flames\nWill I be smothered by my own pain?\nStrange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick to diss us\nTakin' pictures for the feds in desperate hopes they'd get us\nHit us off, give us plenty centuries\nForgive my sins, since I entered many penitentiaries\nThe best revenge is \"f** friends!\"\nWe military minded soldiers\nBustin' shots blindly, tryin' to find Jehovah\nTo help me, somebody save me, lost and crazy\nScared to drop a seed hopin' I ain't cursed my babies\nMaybe now n***as feel me now, picture my pain\nEmbrace my words, make the world change\nAnd still I smile, n***a\n[Bridge: Scarface]\nAnd now a moment of silence, let us pray\nAnd as you journey into outerspace\nMay the angels help to lead the way\nMay the prayers that our families made\nShine up on your soul to keep you safe\nAnd all the homies that done pa**ed away\nThey there to greet you as you pa** the gates\nAnd as you headed to the tunnel's light\nI hope it leads to eternal life\nWe say the prayers for our homie 'Pac\n[Hook: Johnny P]\nSmile, smile for me\nAll you need to do is smile\nWoooo smile for me\nCome on, smile for me",
    "2pac - Smile For Me Now lyrics": "There's gonna' be some stuff that your gonna' see\nThat's gonna' make it hard to smile in the future\n(No Doubt)\nBut whatever you see, through all the rain and pain\nYou gotta keep a sense of humor\nGotta be able to smile through all this bullsh**\nRemember that\nJust keep ya head up\nOur lifesytles be close caption\nAddicted to fatal attraction\nPictures and actions be played back\nIn the mist of mashin'\nNo fairytales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of Hell\nJail and crack cells\n? culture\nOr the repercussion\nWhile bustin' on back-stabbing vultures\nSellin' my soul\nFor material wishes\nFast cars and b**hes\nWishin' I live my life a legend\nImmortalized in pictures\nWhy shed tears, save your sympathy\nMy childhood years\nWas spend burying my peers in the cemetery\nHere's a message to the newborns\nWaiting to breath:\n\"If you believe\nyou can achieve, just look at me\"\nAgainst all odds\nThough life is hard, we carry on\nLiving in the projects\nBroke with no lights on\nTo all the G's that follow me\nProtect your essence\nBorn with less but your still precious\nJust smile for me now\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(Just smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(n***a you black, smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(You ain't got nothin' to worry about)\n(Smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(And the next generation)\nNow as I open up my story\nWith the blaze of your blunt\nSo you can picture thoughts slowly\nUpon phrases I run\nAnd I can walk you through the dayz that it done\nI often wish that I can save everyone\nBut I'm a dreamer\nHave you ever seen a n***a\nWho was strong in the game?\nOver-looking his tomorrows\nand they finally came\nLook back on childhood memories\nAnd I'm still feelin' the pain\nTurnin' circles in my 9th grade\nDealin' Cocaine\nTo many ha**els in my local lights \n\n\n\nSurvivin' the strain\nAnd a man without a focused life\ncould drive him insane\nStuck inside a getto fantasy\nHopin' it'd change\nBut we're not focused on reality\nWe broken in Jane\nHad a dream of livin' wealthy\nMakin' it big\nOver football\n?\nWhat take it\nHe did\nAnd after all my mama's thankin' god\nFor blessing her child\nAll my mama gotz to do now is collect\nAnd then smile\n(2Pac: Smile)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(Just smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(n***a you black, smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(You ain't got nothin' to worry about)\n(Smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(And the next generation)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(Smile for me now)\nf** tha world\nAs we unload, we witness furious speeds\nUn-answered questions keep us all stressin'\nCurious G's\nBack stabed and bleeding\nCrooked thoughs\nLaced with weed\nLearnin', duckin' stray shots\nBullets be hot\nThey burnin'\nInhale the shurm smoke\nVisualize the flames\nWill I be smothered by my own pain?\nStrange wisdoms\nCowards conversate'\nSo quick to dis' us\nTakin' pictures for the Feds\nIn desperate hopes they get us\nHit us all, give us plenty centuries\nForgive my stance\nSense I entered many penitentiaries\nThe best revenge\nIs f** friends\nWe milatary minded soljahs\nBustin' shots blindly\nTrying to find Jahova\nTo help me\nSomebody save me\nLost and crazy\nScared to drop a seed\nHopin' I ain't cursed babies\nMaybe now\nn***az feel me now\nPicture my pain\nEmbrace my words\nMake the world change\nAnd still I smile n***a\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(Just smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(n***a you black, smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(You ain't got nothin' to worry about)\n(Smile for me now)\nOh Won't you smile for me\n(And the next generation)",
    "2pac - Smile Mama, Smile lyrics": "[Produced by Jake One]\n[Intro: Rick Ross]\nI just wanna see my mama smile\nHere I go\n[Verse 1: Rick Ross]\nI went unconscious, I woke up to see my mama smile\nShe told me no more promethazine, that'll make her proud\nThink about it, damn I had to think about it\nGimme a second, mama, lemme think about it\nI went unconscious, I woke up to see my mama smile\nShe told me no more promethazine, that'll make her proud\nThink about it, damn I had to think about it\nGimme a second, mama, lemme think about it\nNever had the chance to tell my dad I was a Yankee fan\nTrue love is unconditional, money don't make the man\nFirst time me in a batting cage, I knew I had a gift\nWhich I had to skip, I'm at the car wash trying to make a tip\nPositivity is all I got to give\nWhen we was kids, it was steel now it's time to live\nThat's why I throw a pinkie ring up when I post a pic\nIt's for my n***as on they dick, \"Look what this n***a did!\"\nThink about it, think about it\n40 M's in my Timbs, still ridin' rims\nWord on the streets, they say that n***a get a lot of cake\nI take the time, I kiss both cheeks on my mamas face\n[Hook: Cee-Lo Green]\nJust smile!\nThe world had to make me a man, but I'll always be your child!\nMama just smile!\nMost importantly, I want you to be proud! Mama just smile!\n[Verse 2: Rick Ross]\nNo I never really mind that we caught the bus \n\n\n\nOr that we always stand in line, I'm talkin' all of us\nIt made me stronger, it made me quicker on my feet\nAll the gain she gave me the love that she would teach\nTurn me onto real estate we bought us 50 homes\nWho really gonna be your shoulder when your kidneys gone\nWho really gonna be your rider when the Bentley's gone?\nOr when they singin' like a choir in a Christmas song?\nMama! Always depend on my mama\nJust bought another Benz for my mama\nI always keep it real with my mama\nShe harder than a rock\nThrow her parties on the block for my mama\nI just wanna see my mama smile\n[Hook: Cee-Lo Green]\nJust smile!\nThe world had to make me a man, but I'll always be your child!\nMama just smile!\nMost importantly, I want you to be proud! Mama just smile!\n[Bridge: Rick Ross]\nMakes me happy just to see a smile on her face\nPerfect mother and I love you, tell you every day\nYou always was a black queen, mama\nYou showed me all the best things, mama\n[Outro: Cee-Lo Green]\nI am at love\nYour flesh and your blood\nYour unconditional love inside of me\n(L-E-T---M-E---S-E-E---Y-O-U---S-M-I-L-E)\nMama, just smile\n(L-E-T---M-E---S-E-E---Y-O-U---S-M-I-L-E)\nMama, just smile\n(L-E-T---M-E---S-E-E---Y-O-U---S-M-I-L-E)\nMama, just smile\n(L-E-T---M-E---S-E-E---Y-O-U---S-M-I-L-E)\n(L-E-T---M-E---S-E-E---Y-O-U---S-M-I-L-E)",
    "2pac - Smoke Weed All Day lyrics": "[Richie Rich] Pac\n[Tupac] Hey\n[Richie Rich] What's happenin'\n[Tupac] Not Muthaf**in double R... Richie Rich\n[Richie Rich] What's happenin' baby, you know how we do it\n[Tupac] Yeah n***a, you know I'm up out dis b**h...\nIt's time for me to uhhh regulate\n[Richie Rich] For sure\n[Tupac] Observe\n[Richie Rich] and you ain't going back\n[Tupac] Na na na,\nwe got to show these muthaf**a's whats up though\n[Richie Rich] this is for tha honeys... the superstars\n[Tupac] I don't want to be her man...\nI want to be her n***a, you feel me\n[Richie Rich] Well let'em know...\n(Tupac)\nYou f**in wit' n***as thats insecure watered down\nmy sh** is pure\nwrite down my number but don't call me till you sure\nI ain't beggin' just tryin' to relocate between ya legs\nDrippin' wet, as we experiment in sweaty s**\nWhen you met me you wouldn't let me\nAnd know you straight beggin to s** me\ngot you undressing to test me and uhh...\n(Richie Rich)\nShoot me down if ya want\nand miss tha chance ta do it live\nWhen I stroll by I see that look in yo eye\nYou wants a n***a\nbut think that you can't have a n***a\ndon't cheat ya'self, instead treat ya'self\nif you scared go to church\nI know it hurts\nto find out me and ya man be sharin' skirts\n(Tupac)\nI hopin' you don't take this the wrong way\nbut cha body is bangin' got me attracted in a strong way\nAfter a long day of tryin' to make my songs pay\nMakin' love all day against the wall in the hallway\nYa fantasies come alive\nya heart rate shall increase when we meet up\nIn this dark place\nYa might think ya happy with him\nbut that's a lie...\nso give this thug a try\nChorus\nI'd ratha be ya N-I-G-G-A\nso we can get drunk and smoke weed all day\nit don't matta if you lonely baby\nyou need a thug in ya life\ncuz bustas ain't lovin ya right\nChorus\nI'd ratha be ya N-I-G-G-A\nso we can get drunk and smoke weed all day\nit don't matta if you lonely baby\nyou need a thug in ya life\ncuz bustas ain't lovin ya right\n(Tupac)\nNow you was sprung from tha introduction\nMy conversations full of game get laced with seductions\nI see ya blushin' like ya want somethin'\ncome get a taste of Amerikaz most wanted \n\n\n\nand lets get into some touchin'\nmy erotic f**in'\nMy up and down with no interruptions\nhave no intentions of bustin' until ya learn ya lesson\nNow many questionz are often asked\nA drop top,\n500 benz and plenty cash to help a n***a get that a**\n(Richie Rich)\nYou can ride a smoke ho\nto get ya lobster and crab\ncuz all I got is conversation and a gang of stab\nI'm a listen when it hurts\nI'm a hang out but never stay\nsmoke blunts but leave them stunts up to SuperDave\nI'll be ya n***a\nas long as we can understand\nthat I's the n***a\nsmoke coke and be the man\nhe winein' and dinin'\nbut me and you we wine and grind\nand when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines\nChorus\nIt's time ta be ya N-I-G-G-A\nso we can get drunk and smoke weed all day\nit don't matta if you lonely baby\nyou need a thug in ya life\ncuz bustas ain't lovin ya right\nIt's time ta be ya N-I-G-G-A\nso we can get drunk and smoke weed all day\nit don't matta if you lonely baby\nyou need a thug in ya life\ncuz bustas ain't lovin ya right\n(Tupac)\nNow, it's time\nfor the moment of truth\ni got cha naked\ntotally sweatin'\nlet's see how hot I can make it\ntongue kissin' till yah head swang\nI'm so into you\nWitness the n***a that make the bed bang\nif its all mine\nthen let me know\nnow scream my name out\nDo you want it fast or shall I hit it slow\nNot to mention\nThe multiple postions, I'm invent\nA boss playa freakymutha f**a get a dick\n(Richie Rich)\nUHH\nIt's only popin'\nnow you see what i was seein'\nwhy yo eyez rollin'\nloosin' up girl\nI ain't goin' nowhere\nLet's let that s**a stay out there\nWhile he stress out and I\nI stretch out tha co*k\nhold tha boots and let tha n***a execute\nand though you got it right\nI'm going home tonight\n(Tupac)\nYou say you don't need a man but I don't care\nyou in tha presence of a playa\nChorus\nIt's time ta be ya N-I-G-G-A\nso we can get drunk and smoke weed all day\nit don't matta if you lonely baby\nyou need a thug in ya life\ncuz bustas ain't lovin ya right\nI'd ratha be ya N-I-G-G-A\nso we can get drunk and smoke weed all day\nit don't matta if you lonely baby\nyou need a thug in ya life\ncuz bustas ain't lovin ya right",
    "2pac - Snoop Dogg * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - So Crazy lyrics": "[Intro]\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nHave you really thought about your part in this participation\nMy prediction bloody murder similar to menstruation\nNow in fairness to conversation\nCause it's your fate, so take the time to contemplate what you'll be facing\nTalking that Hip-Hop sh**\nDon't get shot b**h\nCause you can tell\nAll in your click to eat Pac's dick\nThe clip's in, prepare for the motherf**ing d**h blow\nCause every rapper in the industry is history it's d**h Row\nNot Bad Boy it's Westside\nBefore I make you bow before Tha Row\nJust like them other hoes\nThe intricate designs of my lethal lines criminal rhymes\nFrom the mind of a thug shaking state time\nTake it to the next phase\nYou had your time to talk sh**\nNow b**hless busta's getting checkmated\nThese days motherf**ers talk sh** and turn snitch\nWhen you see 'em they ain't talking about sh**\nWestside\n[Hook: 2Pac] 2x\nSo so crazy\nb**h I'll beat your boy bad\nStanding in the midst of my comrades \n\n\n\nb**hes can't fade me\nPlotting but they ploy's crashed\nf**ing with the midst of my comrades\n[Verse 2: Petey Pablo]\nSo sick of you sum b**hes\nYou sick a** sum b**hes\nYou trick a**, b**h a**, big bad a** kissers\nWanna dick in your a**, but front like you love b**hes\nAids, can't hide, closed doors cross dresser b**hes\nTake ya' put your mouth on the pistol\nAnd make ya' s** it like a popsicle\nco*k the handle back and give it to ya'\nGet rid of all you n***as that shouldn't be here\nsh** over crowding the system, f** n***as\n????? n***as that act b**hing\nProbably turn my Air Force One's Pro Shell\nProbably gonna sue me, but I don't give a f**\nEvery case I ever had settled out of Court\nThe charges got dropped cause they never showed up\nRead between the lines, they never showed up\nChumps make it tough for Gangsta's like us\nCause every time you turn around, I'm f**ing y'all up\n[Hook] 2x\n[Outro]",
    "2pac - So I Say GOODBYE lyrics": "I'm going in to this not knowing what I'll find\nbut I've decided to follow my heart and abandon my mind\nand if there be pain I know that at least I gave my all\nand it is better to have loved and lost than to not love at all \n\n\n\nIn the morning I may wake to smile or maybe 2 cry\nbut first to those of my past I must say goodbye",
    "2pac - So I Say GOODBYE (Nov 20) lyrics": "I'm going in2 this not knowing what I'll find\nbut I've decided 2 follow my heart and abandon my mind\nand if there be pain I know that at least I gave my all\nand it is better 2 have loved and lost than 2 not love at all \n\n\n\nIn the morning I may wake 2 smile or maybe 2 cry\nbut first 2 those of my past I must say goodbye",
    "2pac - So Many Tears lyrics": "I shall fear no man, but god\nThough i walk through tha valley of d**h\nI shed so many tears\nPlease god walk with me...\nBack in elementary, i thrived on misery\nLeft me alone i grew up amongst a dying breed\nAs my mind couldn't find a place ta rest\nUntill i got that thug life planted on my chest\nTell me can ya feel me ?\nI'm not liven in tha past, ya wanna last\nBe tha first ta blast, remember kato\nNo longer with us he's deseased\nCall on tha sirens, i seem him murdered in tha streets\nNow rest in peace\nIs there heaven for a 'g' ?\nRemember me, so many homies in tha cemetary\nShed so many tears\nChorus\nLord\nI suffer through tha years\nAnd shed so many tears\nLord\nI lost so many peers, shed so many tears\nNow that i'm strugglin' in this business\nBy any means, label me greedy gettin green\nBut seldom seen\nAnd f** tha world cuz i'm cursed\nI'm havin visions of leaven here in a hurse\nGod can ya feel me ?\nTake me away from all tha pressure and all tha pain\nShow me some happiness again\nI'm goin' blind\nI spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well\nI know my destiny is hell, where did i fail ?\nMy life is in denial\nAnd when i die, babtised in eternal fire\nShed so many tears...\nChorus\nLord\nI suffer through tha years\nAnd shed so many tears\nLord\nI lost so many peers, shed so many tears\nNow i'm lost and i'm weary\nSo many tears, i'm suicidal, so don't stand near me\nMy every move is a calculated step\nTa bring me closer\nTo embrace an early d**h now there's nothing left\n\n\n\nThere was no mercy on tha streets\nI couldn't rest\nI'm barely standing, bout to go to pieces, screaming peace\nAnd though my soul was deleted, i couldn't see it\nI had my mind full of deamons tryin' ta break free\nThey planted seeds and they hatched sparking tha flame\nIn my brain like a match, such a dirty game\nNo memories, just misery\nPainting a picture of my enemies k**ing me in my sleep\nWill i survive till' tha morning ta see tha sun\nPlease lord forgive me for my sins\nCause here i come...\nChorus\nLord\nI suffer through tha years\nAnd shed so many tears\nLord\nI lost so many peers, shed so many tears\nLord knows i've tried, been a witness ta homicide\nDrive-bys taken lives, little kids die\nWonder why as i walk by\nBroken hearted as i glance at tha chaulk line, gettin' high\nThis ain't tha life for me\nI wanna change\nBut ain't no future right for me\nI'm stuck in tha game\nI'm trapped inside a maze\nSee this tangaray influenced me ta gettin crazy\nDisillusioned lately\nI've been really wanting babies\nSo i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady\nDon't trust my lady\nCause she's a product of this poison, i'm hearen noises\nThink she's f**en with my boys, can't take no more\nI'm fallin' to tha floor\nBeggin' for tha lord ta let me in heavens door\nI shed so many tears...\nChorus\nLord\nI lost so many peers\nAnd shed so many tears\nI lost so many peers, shed so many tears\nFades...\nI suffered through tha years and shed so many tears\n",
    "2pac - So Many Tears (OG) lyrics": "[2Pac]\nBack in elementary, I thrived on misery\nLeft me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed\nInside my mind couldn't find a place to rest\nUntil I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest\nTell me can you feel me? I'm not livin in the past, you wanna last?\nBe the first to blast, remember Kato\nNo longer with us he's deceased\nCall on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets\nNow rest in peace\nIs there heaven for a G? Remember me\nSo many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears\n[Hook with Stretch doing backing vocals]\nAhh, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..\nLord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears\n[Stretch]\nWhy would a guy k** for cash?\nBut when a n***a's desperate make way for the pump blast\nOn the news prime time, because its black on black crime\nSo I'll never stay in your mind\nI just dash gotta get the cash all day\nWent from struggling straight to bubbling\nNow I pray that a n***a remains calm\nOh god will I bust?\nWill I fall off or will I still keep kicking dust\nTrust, I get down from the ground\nPlus I pack a pound\nPerpetrators getting shot down\nWe suffered through the years, shed so many tears\nPouring out respect for the homies when we crack beers\nMy fears faded\nA drug related d**h will make a n***a have to take a deep breath\nAnd bust a left down memory lane\nWhere my n***a caught a teflon slug to the brain\nAnd yo, shed so many tears\n[2Pac]\nNow that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means\nLabel me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen\nAnd f** the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions\nOf leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me?\nTake me away from all the pressure, and all the pain\nShow me some happiness again, I'm goin blind\nI spend my time in this cell, ain't livin well\nI know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?\nMy life is in denial, and when I die\nBaptized in eternal fire, shed so many tears\n[Hook with Stretch doing backing vocals] \n\n\n\nLord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..\nLord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears\n[2Pac]\nNow I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears\nI'm suicidal, so don't stand near me\nMy every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer\nTo embrace an early d**h, now there's nothin left\nThere was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest\nI'm barely standin, 'bout to go to pieces, screamin peace\nAnd though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it\nI had my mind full of demons tryin to break free\nThey planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame\nInside my brain like a match, such a dirty game\nNo memories, just a misery\nPaintin a picture of my enemies k**in me, in my sleep\nWill I survive till the mo'nin, to see the sun\nPlease Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come...\n[Hook with Stretch doing backing vocals]\nLord, I suffered through the years (God) and shed so many tears..\nGod, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears\n[2Pac]\nLord knows I.. tried, been a witness to homicide\nSeen drivebys takin lives, little kids die\nWonder why as I walk by\nBroken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin high\nThis ain't the life for me, I wanna change\nBut ain't no future right for me, I'm stuck in the game\nI'm trapped inside a maze\nSee this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin crazy\nDisillusioned lately, I've been really wantin babies\nSo I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady\nDon't trust my lady, cause she's a product of this poison\nI'm hearin noises, think she f**in all my boys, can't take no more\nI'm fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in\nTo Heaven's door -- shed so many tears\n(Dear God, please let me in)\nLord, I've lost so many years, and shed so many tears..\nI lost so many peers, and shed so many tears\nLord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..\nGod, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears",
    "2pac - So Much Pain lyrics": "[Intro - Ja Rule]\nRest in peace to my n***a Stretch, my n***a 'Pac\nSo much pain\nUhh.. yeah, huh, yeah\nAll my, n***as.. so much pain\nUhh.. huh, yeah\nYeah, so.. much..\nOhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh\nOhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh\n[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]\nThey'll never take me alive, I'm gettin high with my fo'-five\nco*ked on these n***as time to die\nEven as a lil' n***a, you could picture me hot gun in the rain\nI shed the tear, cause this n***a here inherits the pain\nAnd now I'm labeled as a thug n***a - you know the game\nSmokin weed, f**in hoes, slangin thangs, that's the life I live\nEven if I tried to go back I'd get lost (come back)\nAnd everything I seem to love I done lost\nf** the world if they can't understand me\nWhat else could I do? I had to feed my f**in family\nYo' lies is my truth, so I'm a drug to your youth\nAnd you don't want 'em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me\nI spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide\nMy city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines\nWhy do we die at an early age?\nn***a so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge\nFeel the rage this world has bestowed upon me\nAnd I don't give a f** cause they don't give a f** 'bout me\nSo I keep - drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies\nWill I live to see twenty-three? There's so much pain\n[Hook]\nOhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh\nI'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)\nOhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh\nI'm tired of the strain and the pain\n[Verse 2: Ja Rule]\nYears and years of strugglin all my life\nRunnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin 'em right\nI'm in a - little cell I call my soul lately\nIt's been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, \"Don't enter\"\nI've been cursed, for what it's worth I feel dead\nSpittin to you, I know I'm in way over my head\nBut Lord hear me, I believe in your \"7 Day Theory\"\nThree souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?)\nToo hot for you to stand near me\nIt's so much pain, and n***as wanna k** me\nI'm tired of the stress and the strain\nBut my, grimiest grimeys got love for me\nThey're blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me \n\n\n\nMy face in, Hennessy with no chaser\nCoke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin n***a\nMe and my man got a plan to get this paper n***a\nSo if you owe n***a, look for the gauge to blow n***a\nI figured I'd be considered a k**er\nDoin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind\nI, can't express my compa**ion, my satisfaction\nFor gettin f**ed up and blastin - we all been there\nTaught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie\nAnd wipe the tears from yo' mother's eyes - so much pain\n[Hook] - repeat 2X\n[Bridge - Ja Rule (2pac)]\n(\"They'll never take me alive...\" -])\nOhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh\nI'm tired of the strain and the pain\n(\"They'll never take me alive...\" -])\nOoohhh, tired of the strain and the pain\n(\"They'll never take me alive...\" -])\nI'm tired of the strain and the pain\n(\"They'll never take me alive...\" -] )\nOoooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo\n(\"co*ked on these s**ers, time to die\" -])\n[Verse 3 - 2Pac]\nThey got me mobbin like I'm - loc'd and ready to get my slug on\nI load my clip and slip my motherf**in gloves on\nI ain't scared to blast on these s**ers if they test me\nTrust, I got my Glock co*ked, playa if they press me\nBust on motherf**ers with a - PASSION\nBetter duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - BA-BLASTIN\nI'm a nut and drinkin Hennessy\nAnd gettin high on the lookout for my enemies\nDon't wanna die, tell me why?\nCause the stress gettin major\nA buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor\nWhat can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone\nI keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong\nThese sorry ba*tards wanna k** me in my sleep\nI'm real they can not see\nAnd everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets\nAnd I be, ballin loc, don't let 'em make you worry\nKeep swingin at these s**ers 'til you buried\nI was born to raise - hell, a n***a from the gutter, word to mother\nI'm tough - I'm kickin dust up, ready to bust\nI'm on the scene steady muggin mean; until they k** me\nI'll be livin this life, I know you feel me\nThere's so much pain\n[Hook w/ variations] (x2)",
    "2pac - Soldier Like Me lyrics": "[2Pac]\nSo what I'm gonna do, hopefully, is, I wanna be..\nI-I not I wanna be, I am, 2Pac, 2pac (2005!)\n{*vocal scratch: \"guess who's back\" - 4X*}\n[2Pac] (4X)\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nPosse deep as I roll through the streets\nMotherf** the police as we creep in our Jeeps\nLayin' so low you'd think I'm 'sleep\nBut at the slightest beef I'm robbin' n***as of they teeth\nAnd OPD can get the dick if they play toughy\nLast time them n***as rushed me I ain't bust but now I'm touched\nTrust me, ain't nuttin' jumpin' but these buckshots\nA n***a's got enough knocks, I'm poppin' at corrupt cops\nThem motherf**ers catch a hot one\nYou wanted to start a problem now you coward cops have got one\nAnd there's no prison that can hold a\nMotherf**ing soldier; ready to roll and take control\nSo now I jack 'em while they sleepin'\nRoll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct\nSome people panic, brothers bugged out\nI had to keep poppin' cause there's no stoppin' 'til they rubbed out\nAnd they vest don't protect from the head wounds\nReload ammunitions and them b**hes will be dead soon\nSmoke risin' from the barrel of my shotty\nI finally got revenge now count the bodies \n\n\n\nTwenty cops, one for every year in jail\nTryna keep a n***a down but you failed\nBefore I let you take me, I told ya\nf** bein' trapped, I'm a soldier\n[Hook: Eminem]\nI betcha that I got something you ain't got, that's called courage\nIt don't come from no liquor bottle, it ain't scotch, it's not bourbon\nI don't walk around like no G cause that ain't me, I'm not that person\nI don't try to act like you do cause that ain't you, you just frontin', you ain't?\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\n2Pac and the mad b**h\nIn the six-fo' rag on them thangs, that's a bad b**h\nGettin' ghost on them b**hes in the town\nBustin' out the back seat n***a when we clown\nHomey is you down? Dee got the strap and she anxious\nHurry up 'fore she spank sh**\nComin' 'round the corner spittin' rounds, they can't hold me down\nCaught them s**er-a** b**hes outta bounds\nNow tell me how that sound, a double date laced with hate\nMake 'em pray for the judgement day\nNow tell me how that sound, a double date laced with hate\nMake 'em pray for the judgment day - stinkin' beotch!\n[Hook]\n[2Pac] 2Pac\n[2Pac] (4X)\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me",
    "2pac - Soldier Like Me (aka Return Of The Soulja) - Eminem lyrics": "So what I'm gonna do, hopefully, is, I wanna be,\nI-I don't wanna be I am, 2Pac Shakur (Guess who's back)\n(Guess who's back)\n(Guess who's back)\n(Guess who's back) Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me Posse deep as I roll through the streets\nMotherf** the police as we creep in our Jeeps\nLayin' so low you'd think I'm asleep\nBut at the slightest beef I'm robbin' n***as of they teeth\nAnd OPD can get the dick if they play toughy\nLast time them n***as rushed me I ain't bust but now I'm touched\nTrust me, ain't nothin' jumpin' but these buck shots\nA n***a's got enough knocks, I'm poppin' at corrupt cops (pow)\nThem motherf**ers catch a hot one\nYou wanted to start a problem now you coward cops have got one\nAnd there's no prison that can hold ya\nMotherf** a soldier ready to roll or take control\nSo now I jack 'em while they sleepin'\nRoll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct (pin, explosion)\nSome people panic, brothers bugged out\nI had to keep poppin' 'cause there's no stoppin' 'til they rubbed out\nAnd they vest don't protect from the head wounds\nReload ammunition's and them b**hes will be dead soon (boom)\nSmoke risin' from the barrel of my shotty\nI finally got revenge now count the bodies\nTwenty cops, one for every year in jail\nTryin' to keep a n***a down but you failed\nBefore I let you take me, I told ya \n\n\n\nf** bein' trapped, I'm a soldier I betcha that's how I got some things you ain't got\nThat's called courage, and it don't come\nFrom no flick or bottle, it ain't scotch\nIt's not bourbon, I don't walk around\nLike no G 'cause that ain't me\nI'm not that person, I don't try\nTo act like you do 'cause that ain't you\nYou just burpin', you ain't 2Pac in the mad b**h\nIn the six-fo' rag on them thangs, that's a bad b**h\nGettin' ghost on them b**hes in the town\nBustin' out the back seat n***a when we clown\nHomey is you down? D got the strap and she anxious (click)\nHurry up 'fore she spank sh** (tires peeling)\nComin' 'round the corner spittin' rounds, they can't hold me down\nCaught them s**er-a** b**hes outta bounds\nNow tell me how that sound, a double date laced with hate\nMake 'em pray for the judgment day\nNow tell me how that sound, a double date laced with hate\nMake 'em pray for the judgment day stinkin' beotch! I betcha that's how I got some things you ain't got\nThat's called courage, and it don't come\nFrom no flick or bottle, it ain't scotch\nIt's not bourbon, I don't walk around\nLike no G 'cause that ain't me\nI'm not that person, I don't try\nTo act like you do 'cause that ain't you\nYou just burpin', you ain't 2Pac Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me",
    "2pac - Soldier Like Me (return Of The Soulja) lyrics": "(feat. Eminem)\n[Intro: Tupac]\nSo what I wanna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not a wannabe I am Tupac Shakur!\nTupac!\n2005!\nGuess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back\nG-G-Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back\nEverywhere I see, a soulja a soulja\nEverywhere I see, a soulja like me\nEverywhere I see, a soulja a soulja\nEverywhere I see, a soulja like me\nEverywhere I see, a soulja a soulja\nEverywhere I see, a soulja like me\nEverywhere I see, a soulja a soulja\nEverywhere I see, a soulja like me\n[Verse 1: Tupac]\nPosse deep as I role through the streets\nMotherf** the police as we creep, in our Jeeps\nLayin so long you think I'm asleep\nBut at the slightest beef, I'm robbin n***az through the teeth\nAnd OPD can get the dick if they play tuffy\nLast time them n***az rushed me, I aint bust but now I'm touchy\nTrust me, aint nothing jumpin but these buck shots\nThem n***az got enough knots, I'm poppin corrupt cops\nYa motherf**az catch a hot one\nYou wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one\nAnd there's no prison that can hold a\nMotherf**in soulja, ready to role and take control\nSo now I jack 'em while they sleepin\nRole to the door, through a grenade in the precinct\nSome people panic, brothers bugged out\nI had to keep poppin, cuz wouldn't stop until they rugged out\nAnd they vest don't protect from the head wounds\nReload ammunitions and them b**hes will be dead soon\nSmoke rising from the barrel of my shotty\nI finally got revenge, now count the bodies\n20 cops, one for every year in jail\nTryin to keep a n***a down, but ya failed\nBefore I let ya take me, I told ya \n\n\n\nf** being trapped, I'm a soulja\n[Chorus: Eminem]\nI betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage\nIt don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon\nI don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person\nI don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin\nYou aint?\n[Verse 2: Tupac]\nIt's Tupac in the mad b**h\nIn them six-'fo, rag on them thangs, that's a bad b**h\nGettin ghosts on them b**hes in the town\nBustin out the backseat, n***a when we clown\nHomie is you down?\nB got the strap and she anxious\nHurry up 'fo she spank sh**\nCommin round the corners, spittin rounds\nThey payin homie down\nCaught them s**a a** b**hes outta bounce\nNow tell me how that sound?\nA double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day\nNow tell me how that sound?\nA double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day\nStinkin b*atch!\n[Chorus: Eminem]\nI betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage\nIt don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon\nI don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person\nI don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin\nYou aint? (Tupac)\n[Outro: Tupac]\nEverywhere I see, a soulja a soulja\nEverywhere I see, a soulja like me\nEverywhere I see, a soulja a soulja\nEverywhere I see, a soulja like me\nEverywhere I see, a soulja a soulja\nEverywhere I see, a soulja like me\nEverywhere I see, a soulja a soulja\nEverywhere I see, a soulja like me\n",
    "2pac - Something 2 Die 4 lyrics": "(laughter echoed)\nI've changed...\nYou mothaf**as k** me\nI've changed...\nIt ain't that i've changed\nBut it's strange how you mothaf**as rearrange\nWhen i found fame\nPoint ya finger at tha bad guy\nYou know what my momma usta tell me\nIf ya can't find something ta live 4\nThen you best, find something ta die 4\n(eazy saying 'if there's hell below, we're all gonna go'--this is all through out tha interlude)\nDeep deep\nLa'tasha hardings\nRemember that name...\nCause a bottle of juice...\nAin't something 2 die 4\nYoung quaid\nRemember that name...\n\n\n\nCause all you mothaf**as\nThat go to your grave with that name on your brain\nCause jelousy and recklousness\nIs not, something 2 die 4\nAll you n***as out there\n(echoed laughter)\nGot a crack that crumbles\nWhen i say all you n***as (all you n***as)\nUnite\nOne n***a, teach 2 n***as\n4 n***as teach more n***as\nAll tha poor n***as\nTha penn n***as\nTha rich n***as\nTha strong n***as\nUnite\nThere's more of us than there is of them\nLook around...\nCheck your strip\nDeep deep\nThat's something 2 die 4\nBlack\nThat's something 2 live 4\nWhat do i know?\n",
    "2pac - Something 2 Die 4 (interlude) lyrics": "[laughter echoed]\nI've changed...\nYou mothaf**as k** me\nI've changed...\nIt ain't that i've changed\nBut it's strange how you mothaf**as rearrange\nWhen I found fame\nPoint ya finger at tha bad guy\nYou know what my momma usta tell me\nIf ya can't find something ta live 4\nThen you BEST, find something ta die 4\n(eazy saying 'if there's hell below, we're all gonna\ngo'--this is all through out tha interlude)\nDeep deep\nLa'tasha Hardings\nRemember that name...\nCause a bottle of juice...\nAin't something 2 die 4\nYoung Quaid\nRemember that name... \n\n\n\nCause all you mothaf**as\nThat go to your grave with that name on your brain\nCause jelousy and recklousness\nIs NOT, something 2 die 4\nAll you n***as out there\n[echoed laughter]\nGot a crack that crumbles\nWhen I say all you n***as (all you n***as)\nUnite\nOne n***a, teach 2 n***as\n4 n***as teach more n***as\nAll tha poor n***as\nTha penn n***as\nTha rich n***as\nTha strong n***as\nUNITE\nThere's more of us than there is of them\nLook around...\nCheck your strip\nDeep deep\nThat's something 2 die 4\nBlack\nThat's something 2 live 4\nWhat do I know?",
    "2pac - Something Wicked lyrics": "Something wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nMore than an adversary I'm very quick\nI'm ready to hit 'em with this gift\nI'm equipped to kick\nGrab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp\nScared the [???], and caught them mutha-f**as damp\nOh sh**, 2pacalypse is back and strapped\nAttacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap\nAnd those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks\nI'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks\nI'm ready to go\nI'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough\nGetting the hoes [???]\nPumping the flow, gangster ho\ncause the nose knows\nCheck the pose, froze, when you see me close\nPunks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke\nBroke, choked on a rope, and then smoked\nwrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes \n\n\n\nnope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though\nKkkkkkicking the funky flava\nPumping [???] producers\nRun for cover when you hear the ba** drop\nOne verse is all it takes\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nSomething wicked this way come\nwicked wicked this way comes\nwicked wicked this way comes\nwicked wicked this way comes\nSomething wicked this way come",
    "2pac - Sometimes I Cry lyrics": "Sometimes when I'm alone\nI cry because I'm on my own\nAll the tears I cry are bitter and warm\nThey flow with life, and take no form\nAh the world moves fast\nand it would rather pa** you on by\nthan to stop and see what makes you cry\nIt's painful, so sad, sometimes I cry\nBut no one really cares\nTo ask why, why, why\nWell I cry because my heart is torn \n\n\n\nI find it hard to carry on\nAnd if I had an ear to confide in\nI would cry amongst my treasured friends\nA-but who do you know that stops that long\nto help another carry on\nAh the world moves fast\nand it would rather pa** you on by\nthan to stop and see what makes you cry\nIt's painful, so sad, sometimes I cry\nAnd no one really cares\nTo ask why, why, why",
    "2pac - Sometimes I Cry - Dan Rockett lyrics": "[Dan Rockett * singing]\nSometimes when I'm alone\nI cry because I'm on my own\nAll the tears I cry are bitter and warm\nThey flow with life, and take no form\nAh the world moves fast\nand it would rather pa** you on by\nthan to stop and see what makes you cry\nIt's painful, so sad, sometimes I cry But no one really cares..\nto ask why, why, why Well I cry because my heart is torn \n\n\n\nI find it hard to carry on\nAnd if I had an ear to confide in\nI would cry amongst my treasured friends\nA-but who do you know that stops that long\nto help another carry on\nAh the world moves fast\nand it would rather pa** you on by\nthan to stop and see what makes you cry\nIt's painful, so sad, sometimes I cry And no one really cares..\nto ask why, why, why",
    "2pac - Sometimes I Cry (Poem) lyrics": "Sometimes when I'm alone\nI cry because I'm on my own\nThe tears I cry R bitter and warm\nThey flow with life but take no form\nI cry because my heart is torn\nand I find it difficult 2 carry on\nIf I had an ear 2 confide in\nI would cry among my treasured friends \n\n\n\nBut who do u know that stops that long\nTo help another carry on\nThe world moves fast and it would rather pa** u by\nthan 2 stop and c what makes u cry\nIt's painful and sad and sometimes I cry\nand no one cares about why.",
    "2pac - Soon As I Get Home lyrics": "(feat. Yaki Kadafi)\n[Intro: 2Pac]\nSoon As I Get Home, Soon As I Get Home\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nDear baby its me again, stuck inside this packed pen\ntrying to pay my debt for all my sins\nSee this penitentiary time be so heavy on my mind\nat times its like I'm living just to die\nI'm living in hell, stuck in my jail cell, stranded in the county jail\nwaiting for my chance to post bail\nI wanna be paid in large stacks, I mash so fast\nI blast\nwondering how long will I last\nMy memories fade when I'm intoxicated\nbusters be shady\nso I'm dumping on cowards daily\nwe never faded\nI know I said it all before but now I mean it\nvisions of you and me ballin, so crystal clear I seen it\nEven though you mad at me you'll be glad to see the strategy\nof making these chips come so easily\nI max out in the morning baby, life is good\nme and you against the whole world\nSoon as I get home\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\nGrab my gat, locate my comrads\nLets get my enemies, not knowing I'm coming back\nGo get the money out the safe\nIt's time to turn the streets to a war zone\nSoon as I get home\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nSittin here looking at pictures of you and me living\nbut now your out in the world, while I'm twisted in prison\nLove letters come daily\nwords of perfection\nyou send me money and news clips, beggin for s** and..\nStay wide open, keep yours eyes peeled\nin my advice you keep it real and they can die squealing\nPlus I never have to worry about a visit, cause your there daily \n\n\n\nguards trying to get your number, you don't dare tell me\nTongue kissing, steady humpin, trying to accomplish something\nbefore the co. and the warden jump in, frontin\nLate night reminiscing, everybody's quiet\nI think something in the air, prepare for the riot\nIn padlocks and my socks, tied to the bed frame\nI touch her thug love, but they got my head in pain\nStarted a war but now I'm gone\nrelease me to the streets in the morning its on\nSoon as I get home\n[Chorus]\n[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]\nSee you been gone my whole life, like a game a cee-lo\nfulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino\nBrown, the whole town be shook up\nand me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a n***a cook up\nNarcotics is mastered, seen them n***as you blasted\nwanting me in a casket, on the grind I'm faster\nYea n***a I heard, lil' moo gave me word\nyou get paroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served\nWe out here frontin, still don't care about nothin\nrollin in my double r and Im trying to see somethin' we ain't never had\ncame from a life of living, learn the tricks of the trade\nsh** shoulda been taught by dad\nBut learned through the crew, that's just between me and you\nand once we lock this sh** down, ain't a thing they can do\nMeanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone\nhoping I'll get the call, telling a n***a that you home.\n[chorus x8]\n",
    "2pac - Soulja's Story lyrics": "[repeat softly 2X in the background]\nAll you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja\nAll you wanted to be, a soulja, like me\nAll you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja\nAll you wanted to be, a soulja, like me\n[audible after 'Pac says the word \"welfare\"]\n['Pac talking as 'Soulja']\nThey cuttin off welfare..\nThey think crime is risin now\nYou got whites k**in blacks,\ncops k**in blacks, and blacks k**in blacks\nsh** just gon' get worse\nThey just gon' become souljas\nStraight souljas\n[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]\nAll you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja\nAll you wanted to be, a soulja, like me\nAll you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja\nAll you wanted to be, a soulja, like me\n[2Pac as 'Soulja']\nCrack done took a part of my family tree\nMy mom is on the sh**, my daddy's splittin, mom is steady blamin me\nIs it my fault, just cause I'm a young black male?\nCops sweat me as if my destiny is makin crack sales\nOnly fifteen and got problems\nCops on my tail, so I bail til I dodge 'em\nThey finally pull me over and I laugh\n\"Remember Rodney King?\" and I blast on his punk a**\nNow I got a murder case..\n.. you speak of heaven punk? I never heard of the place\nWanted to come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask\nDuckin f**in 'Task', now who's the jack-a**?\nKeep my sh** co*ked, cause the cops got a glock too\nWhat the f** would you do - drop them or let 'em drop you?\nI chose droppin the cop\nI got me a glock, and a glock for the n***az on my block\nMomma tried to stab me, I moved out\nSold a pound a weed, made G's, bought a new house\nI'm only seventeen, I'm the new kid\nGot me a crew, bought 'em j**els, and a Uz'-thick\nBut all good things don't last\n'Task' came fast, and busted my black a**\nCoolin in the pen, where the good's kept\nNow my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps\nA soulja\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac] \n\n\n\nBuck, buck - n***az get f**ed, don't step to this\nQuiet as kept I'm blessed on a quest with a d**h wish\nTell 'em to come and test, and arrest, n***a it's hectic\nHere's the anorexic, I'm makin it to an exit\nWalkin through the streets on the black tip\nPacked with several gats, cause I'm on some \"pay 'em back\" sh**\nn***az don't wanna try me, brother you'll get shot down\nNow I'm king of the block, since my bigger brother's locked down\nI'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down\nOther coppers see me on the block, and they jock now\nThat's what I call a kingpin\nSend my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing\nTellin him just be ready set\nPack ya sh** up quick; and when I hit, be prepared to jet\nn***az from the block on the boat now\nEvery single one got a gun, that'll smoke - pow!\nThese punks about to get hit by the best\nI'm wearin double vest.. so aim at my f**in chest\nI'll be makin straight dome calls\nTouch the bu*ton on the wall, you'll be pickin up your own balls\nI can still hear my mother shout..\n\"Hit the pig n***a, break your bigger brother out\"\nI got a message for the warden\nI'm comin for ya a**, as fast as Flash Gorden\nWe get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y'all\nA crazy motherf**er makin d**h calls\nJust bring me my brother and we leavin\nFor every minute you stall, one of y'all bleedin..\nThey brought my brother in a jiffy\nI took a cop, just in case things got tricky\nAnd just as we was walkin out (BANG!)\nI caught a bullet in the head, the screams never left my mouth\nMy brother caught a bullet too\nI think he gon' pull through, he deserve to\nThe fast life ain't everything they told ya\nNever get much older, following the tracks of a soulja\n[Chorus]\n[Chorus: softly in background 0.5X]\n['Pac speaking over background]\nStraight soulja, 1993, and forward..",
    "2pac - Souljah like me lyrics": "[Intro]\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like...\n[Verse]\nPosse deep as I roll through the streets\nMother-f** the police as we creep in our Jeeps\nLaying so low you would think I'm asleep\nBut at the slightest creep\nI'm robbing n***as to their teeth (move it up)\nAnd OPD can get a dick if they don't play toughy\nThat's why those n***as rush me\nI ain't bust but now I'm touchy\nTrust me\nAnd I ain't joking about these buck shots\nThose n***as got enough nots\nFor popping at corrupt cops\nSo you mother f**ers want a hot one\nYou wanted to started a problem\nBut now you coward cops have got one\nAnd there's no prison that can hold you\nMother f**ing soldier\nReady to roll and take control\nSo now I jack them while they are sleeping\nRoll to the door and throw a grenade in the precinct\nSome people panic and brothers bugged out\nI had to keep popping because there was no stopping\nUntil I got some out\nAnd invest no protect from the head wounds\nEven armed with ammunition the b**hes will be dead soon \n\n\n\nSmoke rising from the barrel of my shot\nI finally got revenge that helped the block\nTwenty cops\nOne for every year in jail\nTrying to keep a n***a down but you failed\nAnd before I let you take me I told you\nf** being trapped because I'm a soldier\n[Outro]\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier\nEverywhere I see, a soldier like me",
    "2pac - Souljah's Revenge lyrics": "[dorky sounding white guy]\nMr. Shakur, can you please explain the meaning\nbehind your violent lyrics?\n[2Pac]\nExplain the meaning?\nThe f** these n***az talkin bout?\n[sounds of running and sirens in background]\n[Kid]\nDamn...\n[Cop]\nPolice, FREEZE!\n[Kid]\nCan't get sh** off!\n[Cop]\nI said FREEZE you miserable black son of a b**h!\n[Kid]\nWhat, come on, come on!\n[gun shot]\n[Pac]:\nTupac Shakur as himself\n[Soul]:\nTupac Shakur as 'Souljah'\n[Soul]\nMy attitude is sh**ty\nMy message to the censorship committee\nWho's the biggest gang of n***az in the city?\n[Pac]\nThe critics or the cops?\n[Soul]\nThe courts or the crooks, don't look so confused\nTake a closer look\n[Pac]\nn***az get they neck broke daily\nTryin to stay jail free\n[Soul]\nWhat the f** does Quayle know\nof young black males?\n[both]\nPlease tell me\n[Soul]\nMessage to the censorship committee\nWho's the biggest gang of n***az in the city?\n[Pac]\nHuh, I pack a nine millimeter cause I got em livin hotter\nthan the 4th of July, if I gotta die, I gotta\n[Soul]\nMomma told me, \"Don't let em fade me..\n.. n***a don't let em make you crazy!\"\nGame is what she gave me\n[Pac]\nGotta watch your back, strapped\n[Soul]\nReal n***az rat-pack\n[Pac]\nIf you get your a** taxed, bring a gat back\nThat's not the way we made it\n[Soul]\nThat's just the way it is\n[both]\nSlangin rocks, in front of n***az kids\n[Pac]\nI came up\nMy message to the censorship committee\nWho's the biggest gang of n***az in the city?\nCops pull me over, check my plates, but I'm legal\n[Soul]\nYou couldn't get me, figure, \"f** with a n***az people\"\n[Pac] \n\n\n\nThey got me trapped, gat with the motherf**in hammer back\n[Soul]\nCops on my back, just cause I'm black, SNAP\n[Pac]\nNow I'm guilty?\nMessage to the censorship committee\nWho's the biggest gang of n***az in the city?\n[both]\nAll you punk police will never find peace\non the streets til the n***az get a piece, f** em!\n[Soul]\nThey k** you to control ya\n(PAY) top dollar for your soul\n[both]\nReal n***az don't fold, straight souljah!\n[Pac]\nCan't find peace on the streets\ntil the n***az get a piece, f** police, hear them screamin\nf** em! Can't find peace on the streets\ntil the n***az get a piece, f** police, hear them screamin\n(I hear ya!)\nf** em! Can't find peace on the streets\ntil the n***az get a piece, f** police, screamin\n(I hear ya!)\nf** em! Can't find peace on the streets\ntil the n***az get a piece, f** police, screamin\n(I hear ya!)\nf** em! Can't find peace on the streets\ntil the n***az get a piece, f** police (I hear ya!)\nf** em! Can't find peace on the streets\ntil the n***az get a piece, f** police (I hear ya!)\nf** em! Can't find peace on the streets\ntil the n***az get a piece, f** police (I hear ya!)\nThe n***az scream f** em!\n[Soul]\nMotherf**in punk police (I hear ya!)\nThinkin they run the motherf**in streets\nIt's mo' n***az than it's police\nThink (I hear ya!)\nOne n***a, teach two n***az\nteach three n***az, teach fo' n***az (I hear ya!)\nteach mo' n***az, and we could run this sh**!\n[both]\nI hear ya!\n\"They finally pulled me over and I laughed\nRemember Rodney King and I blast on his punk a**\" (I hear ya!)\n[repeat 10 X with snips and scratches]\n[Soul]\nSouljah!",
    "2pac - Speech to Malcolm X Gra**roots Movement lyrics": "First I want to say, Peace to my mother. She's not here, but I gotta give a peace out to her. Because I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my mother.\nI looked on the front of this thing, and it said, \u201cStart from within to rebuild our original greatness,\u201d right? OK, well, that's what my mother did, know what I'm sayin'. And I'm listening about freedom fighters and strugglers, and you gotta understand that when it was in to have a gun and be in the street, my mother gave that up to be in the house and wash the dishes and feed us and put the thoughts in our brains. Because we didn't get any of that history from any of those soldiers that we lost--we got none of that. They all went to jail, if you can remember. They all went to penitentiaries. We didn't see none of that knowledge. If it was not for my mother, who stayed home and didn't go out and do all that, then I wouldn't have had sh**--excuse my language. But I wouldn't have been nowhere.\nSo, what I want to do, hopefully, is, I want to be--I am--Tupac Shakur. I have to be a reminder that it ain't time to cool out, banquets and all that--it's still on. It's on just like it was when you were young. And you want to say \u201cf** that\u201d just like you said \u201cf** that\u201d back then. So how come now that I'm 20 years old, ready to start some sh** up, everybody's telling me to calm down. You know, don't curse, go to school, go to college...well, f** that. We've had colleges for a while now, now i'm saying, and there're still Brenda's out there, and n***a's is still trapped. And it gets me irked [laughs] because I understand that it's not gonna stop. It's not gonna stop until we stop it.\nAnd it's not just white men that's doing this to Brenda, and it's not just white men that's keeping us trapped. It's black, you know what I'm sayin'? We have to find the new African in everybody, in all of us. Because if we keep running around looking for black and who got the most colors on and who got the baddest dashiki on, we still gonna get--and excuse my language--f**ed.\nIt irks me right now that my mother is going through, you know, she has to get clean. This is somebody I watched travel the whole country, during the time when women were scared to speak up for the Black Panthers. She spoke at Harvard, Yale, everywhere, and now I see my mother as what's really going on, and I don't see no big parades around my mother now. And she done got dozens of f**ing awards. And I don't see nobody there. You understand what I'm saying? So about all this, I take that lightly. I take all this lightly.\nWhat I want you to take seriously is what we have to do for the youth, because we coming up in a totally different world. This is not the same world that you had. This is not the 60s, this is not that. You grew up B.C.--before crack. That should say it all. We did not grow up with our parents. You had parents, that told you this and that and this is what went on back in the day. Now do you don't have that. You have young kids, fourteen, coming home and their mama's smoking out, or doing it to their best friend to get the product. You understand what I'm saying? \n\n\n\nSo that means, it's not just about you taking care of your child; it's about you taking care of these children. It hurts that--no, it bothers me, not hurts--that I have to sidestep my youth to stand up and do some sh** that somebody else supposed to be doing. It's too many men out here for me to be doing this. It ain't my turn yet. I'm supposed to be following behind him, getting the knowledge. I don't even have a chance to get the f**ing knowledge. I can't go to college; it's too much problems out here. I don't got the money, nobody do.\nSo what I'm saying is that it's not as easy as we mapping it out to be, and we gotta stay real. We gotta stay real. Before we can be new Africans, we gotta be black first. We gotta get our brothers from the street like Harriet Tubman did. Why can't we look at that and see exactly what she was doing. Like Malcolm did, the real Malcolm, before the Nation of Islam. You gotta remember: this was a pimp, a pusher and all that. We forgot about all that. In our striving to be enlightened, we forgot about all our brothers in the street, about all our dope dealers, our pushers and our pimps, and that's who's teaching the next generation. Because y'all not doing it! I'm sorry, but it's the pimps and the pushers who's teaching us. So if you've got a problem with how we was raised, it's because they was the only ones who could do it. They the only ones who did it. While everybody else just wanted to go to college, and, you know, \u201ceverything has changed,\u201d they were the ones telling you, \u201cThe white man ain't sh**. Here you go, check this out, young blood: You take this product, you switch it, you make money, and that's how you beat the white man. You get money, and you get the hell up outta here.\u201d Nobody else did that. So I don't want to hear sh** about nobody telling me who I can't love and respect until you start doing what they did.\nTo me, this is Mecca. This is the black family--I see it here. But what makes it that much sadder, what makes me wanna cry is that, soon as I leave here, so does Mecca. We going back to the real deal. Right out there, you gonna see them same sisters in Brenda, they right out there. And y'all gonna get in y'all's cars and drive the f** home. I apologize. I apologize, but check this out: you can't be no more offended by my cursing than what's really going on. That's real. That's real, y'all. Because we letting the media--and the white man--turn us off. You letting them say that the rappers ain't real, and either gotta be the \u2018intelligent person' or you a \u2018gutter person.' We all the same. We all feel it like y'all feel it. I just can't hold a straight face when I see it.\nThis is proof that we can be together. The young black male is the future of us. And the young black sister is the future of us. It's gonna be what you put into it. So if you don't put sh** into it, don't get mad when we blow up.",
    "2pac - St. Ides Commercial '94 lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac Talking]\nHA HA HA HA HA\nYou got St. Ides?\nOur friends getting it though\nIt's it..\nSt. - Ides\n[2Pac]\nNobody knows the trouble that brother sees\nMobbing with the homies cause they're true Gs\nCount cash and, hands on the Ides cold gla**\nAnd yet.. waiting for my homie to pa** me\nThe S-T-Crooked-Ides\nTook the sipping out, had to take another \n\n\n\nBefore I pack a ten for my brother\nThug for life, a G 'til they bury me\nBusting, I don't be trusting these tricks\nSo they done worry me\nNow, I'm a well known figure, getting paid\nCame a long way from the old days\nI gotta get mine, cause in my mind;\nPour some liquor on the curb for my dogs\n[Outro: 2Pac Talking w/ Echoes]\nSt. Ides\nRight?",
    "2pac - St. Ides commercial '96 (remaster) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nThey went and did it, so mash out and get a gla**\nDon finally got his own drink, call it thug pa**ion\nIntroducing a special brew, made for a chosen few\nI'm thugged out, while Snoop Dogg sippin' blue\nBury, but don't be scary, cause it's naturale\nCatch it while it's *hot*, get every drop, cause we runnin' out\nPlus the party need this flavor, no need to ask\nForever mashin', people ain't ready for this thug pa**ion \n\n\n\n[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]\nI'm headin' to the nearest liquor store (What's up?)\nTo get myself some blueberry, you act like you don't know (No)\nThe new drink provided by the St. Ides\nBlueberry is my flavor and I know you wonder why\nI'm tellin' all my peoples [?]\nCause this new taste is guaranteed to get your own toast\nSo dip down, and skip down however you get it\nBlueberry is my flavor, let me know if you wit' it",
    "2pac - Starin' Through My Rear View lyrics": "[Tupac]\nStaring at the world through my rearview\nJust looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean?\nStarin...\nMultiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops\nn***az is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop\nI wonder when the world stopped caring last night\nTwo kids shot while the whole block staring\nI will never understand this society, first they try\nto murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed\nAll my homies trying weed, now the little baby's\ncrazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies\nflee when they see me, believe me\nEven Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen\nThrough the intermissions search your heart for a plan\nand we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again\nI give a holla to my n***az in the darkest corners\nRoll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya\nOne love from a thug n***a rollin with a posse\nfull of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend\nI'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true\nWhile I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)\n[repeat 2X]\n(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)\nGettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherf**ers\n[repeat 2X]\n[E.D.I.]\nNow you see him, now you don't, some n***az\nbe here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em?\nWell let's see, it seems to be a mystery\nBut all I know I never let the money get to me\nStay down like the, truest\nThug Life until I check out this b**h, I thought you knew this\nWho is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to\nWhile you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview\nHalf you, is down with them Outlawz\nOutcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws\nBut still we keep mashin til our dreams come through\nStarin at the world through my rearview\n[Tupac]\nNow I was raised as a young black male\nIn order to get paid, forced to make crack sales\nCaught a n***a so they send me to these overpacked jails\nIn the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?\nKeys to ignition, use at your discretion\nRoll with a twelve gauge pump for protection\nn***az hate me in the section from years of chin checkin\n\n\n\nTurn to Smith and Wesson war weapons\nHeavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter\ncause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya\nTalk to my guns like they fly b**hes\nAll you bustas best to run look at my b**hes\nNow I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true\nStill starin at the world through my rearview (I say)\n[repeat 2X]\n(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly -\nand all my motherf**ers/n***a can die\n[repeat 2X]\n[Khadafi]\nBack in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers\nNine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers\nBless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned\nin school, on some Million Man March sh** for the piece/peace\nTrue that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed\nCriminally addicted, infested since a seed\nWe all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run\nby young guns, Outlawz and truants, sh**'s deep\nTurn eighteen, burn my will when I go\nBurnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough\nSo while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew\nSmoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview\n[Tupac]\nHahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview\nSo since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin\nThe world, the world is behind us\nOnce a motherf**er get an understanding on the game\nand what the levels and the rules of the game is\nThen the world ain't no trick no more\nThe world is a game to be played\nSo now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us\nn***az know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it\nIt's all about the papers, money rule the world\nb**hes make the world go round\nReal n***az do they wanna do, b**h n***az do what they can't\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God/And we'll be starin at the world through my rear view he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be\n[repeat 4X with vocal fade]\n",
    "2pac - Starin' Through My Rear View Remix lyrics": "[2Pac talking]\nStaring at the world through my rearview\nJust looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? (ha ha)\nStarin...\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nMultiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops\nn***as is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop\nI wonder when the world stopped caring last night\nTwo kids shot while the whole block staring\nI will never understand this society, first they try\nTo murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed\nAll my homies trying weed, now the little baby's\nCrazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies\nFlee when they see me, believe me\nEven Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen\nThrough the intermissions search your heart for a plan\nAnd we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again\nI give a holla to my n***as in the darkest corners\nRoll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya\nOne love from a thug n***a rollin with a posse\nFull of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend\nI'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true\nWhile I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)\nI'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true\nWhile I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)\n[Hook]\nAs life grows bigger, thangs is looking smaller through my\nRear view mirror, my days is growing shorter\nAs my time goes nearer, but I can't be mad cause I've seen my dreams\nFly higher than I've ever seen\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nNow I was raised as a young black male\nIn order to get paid, forced to make crack sales\nCaught a n***a so they send me to these overpacked jails\nIn the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?\nKeys to ignition, use at your discretion\nRoll with a twelve gauge pump for protection\nn***as hate me in the section from years of chin checkin\nTurn to Smith and Wesson war weapons\nHeavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter\nCause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya\nTalk to my guns like they fly b**hes\nAll you bustas best to run look at my b**hes\nNow I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true\nStill starin at the world through my rearview (I say)\nNow I know the answers, do dreams come true\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nThey got me starin at the world through my rearview \n\n\n\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly -\nAnd all my motherf**ers\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly -\n[Hook]\nAs life grows bigger, thangs is looking smaller through my\nRear view mirror, my days is growing shorter\nAs my time goes nearer, but I can't be mad cause I've seen my dreams (fly)\nFly higher than I've ever seen\n[Verse 3: Dwele]\nFunny how thangs is looking smaller through my, rear view mirror\nI'mma talk to God I made it, he can hear me now that I'm closer\nI dun lived my dreams in reality over and over\nSeems just yesterday things was bigger, but I'm for (the now?)\n[Hook]\nAs life grows bigger, thangs is looking smaller through my\nRear view mirror, my days is growing shorter\nAs my time goes nearer, but I can't be mad cause I've seen my dreams (fly)\nFly higher than I've ever seen\n[2Pac (Pac's hook repeated in the background layer)]\nYou ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview\nSo since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin\nThe world, the world is behind us\nOnce a motherf**er get an understanding on the game\nAnd what the levels and the rules of the game is\nThen the world ain't no trick no more\nThe world is a game to be played\nSo now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us\nn***as know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it\nIt's all about the papers, money rule the world\nb**hes make the world go round\nReal n***as do what they wanna do, b**h n***as do what they can do\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly, ya know\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly, ya know\n[Outro]\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you",
    "2pac - Starin' Through My Rearview (Remix) lyrics": "[2Pac talking]\nStaring at the world through my rearview\nJust looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? (ha ha)\nStarin...\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nMultiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops\nn***as is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop\nI wonder when the world stopped caring last night\nTwo kids shot while the whole block staring\nI will never understand this society, first they try\nTo murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed\nAll my homies trying weed, now the little baby's\nCrazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies\nFlee when they see me, believe me\nEven Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen\nThrough the intermissions search your heart for a plan\nAnd we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again\nI give a holla to my n***as in the darkest corners\nRoll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya\nOne love from a thug n***a rollin with a posse\nFull of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend\nI'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true\nWhile I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)\nI'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true\nWhile I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)\n[Hook]\nAs life grows bigger, thangs is looking smaller through my\nRear view mirror, my days is growing shorter\nAs my time goes nearer, but I can't be mad cause I've seen my dreams\nFly higher than I've ever seen\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nNow I was raised as a young black male\nIn order to get paid, forced to make crack sales\nCaught a n***a so they send me to these overpacked jails\nIn the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?\nKeys to ignition, use at your discretion\nRoll with a twelve gauge pump for protection\nn***as hate me in the section from years of chin checkin\nTurn to Smith and Wesson war weapons\nHeavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter\nCause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya\nTalk to my guns like they fly b**hes\nAll you bustas best to run look at my b**hes\nNow I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true\nStill starin at the world through my rearview (I say)\nNow I know the answers, do dreams come true\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nThey got me starin at the world through my rearview \n\n\n\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly -\nAnd all my motherf**ers\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly -\n[Hook]\nAs life grows bigger, thangs is looking smaller through my\nRear view mirror, my days is growing shorter\nAs my time goes nearer, but I can't be mad cause I've seen my dreams (fly)\nFly higher than I've ever seen\n[Verse 3: Dwele]\nFunny how thangs is looking smaller through my, rear view mirror\nI'mma talk to God I made it, he can hear me now that I'm closer\nI dun lived my dreams in reality over and over\nSeems just yesterday things was bigger, but I'm for (the now?)\n[Hook]\nAs life grows bigger, thangs is looking smaller through my\nRear view mirror, my days is growing shorter\nAs my time goes nearer, but I can't be mad cause I've seen my dreams (fly)\nFly higher than I've ever seen\n[2Pac (Pac's hook repeated in the background layer)]\nYou ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview\nSo since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin\nThe world, the world is behind us\nOnce a motherf**er get an understanding on the game\nAnd what the levels and the rules of the game is\nThen the world ain't no trick no more\nThe world is a game to be played\nSo now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us\nn***as know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it\nIt's all about the papers, money rule the world\nb**hes make the world go round\nReal n***as do what they wanna do, b**h n***as do what they can do\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly, ya know\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly, ya know\n[Outro]\nStarin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you",
    "2pac - Staring Through My Rearview lyrics": "Staring at the world through my rear view\nJust looking back at the world, from another level\nYa know what I mean?\nStarin\nMultiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops\nn***az is callin cops, people shot, nobody stops\nI wonder when the world stopped caring last night\nTwo kids shot while the whole block staring\nI will never understand this society, first they try\nTo murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed\nAll my homies trying weed, now the little baby's\nCrazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies\nFlee when they see me, believe me\nEven Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen\nThrough the intermissions search your heart for a plan\nAnd we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again\nI give a holla to my n***az in the darkest corners\nRoll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya\nOne love from a thug n***a rollin with a posse\nFull of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend\n[Repeat: x2]\nI'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true\nWhile I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)\n[Repeat: x2]\n(They got me) starin at the world through my rear view\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)\nGettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherf**ers\nNow you see him, now you don't, some n***az\nBe here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em?\nWell let's see, it seems to be a mystery\nBut all I know I never let the money get to me\nStay down like the, truest\nThug Life until I check out this b**h, I thought you knew this\nWho is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to\nWhile you thinkin I see you lost up in my rear view\nHalf you, is down with them Outlawz\nOutcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws\nBut still we keep m\u00e1shin til our dreams come through\nStarin at the world through my rear view\nNow I was raised as a young black male\nIn order to get paid, forced to make crack sales\nCaught a n***a so they send me to these over packed jails\nIn the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?\nKeys to ignition, use at your discretion\nRoll with a twelve gauge pump for protection \n\n\n\nn***az hate me in the section from years of chin checkin\nTurn to Smith and Wesson war weapons\nHeavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter\n'Cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya\nTalk to my guns like they fly b**hes\nAll you bustas best to run look at my b**hes\n[Repeat: x2]\nNow I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true\nStill starin at the world through my rear view (I say)\n[Repeat: x2]\n(They got me) starin at the world through my rear view\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly\nAnd all my motherf**ers, n***a can die\nBack in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers\nNine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers\nBless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned\nIn school, on some Million Man March sh** for the piece\nTrue that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed\nCriminally addicted, infested since a seed\nWe all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run\nBy young guns, Outlawz and truants, sh**'s deep\nTurn eighteen, burn my will when I go\nBurnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough\nSo while you reminiscing all nights out with the crew\nSmoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rear view\nHa ha ha ha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rear view\nSo since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin\nThe world, the world is behind us\nOnce a motherf**er get an understanding on the game\nAnd what the levels and the rules of the game is\nThen the world ain't no trick no more\nThe world is a game to be played\nSo now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us\nn***az know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it\nIt's all about the papers, money rule the world\nb**hes make the world go round\nReal n***az do they wanna do, b**h n***az do what they can't\n[Repeat: x4]\nStarin at the world through my rear view\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly, ya know and we'll be",
    "2pac - Starry Night lyrics": "Starry night, an unknown creation\nWritten by, and from the archives of Tupac Shakur\nDedicated to the memory of Vincent Van Gogh\nA creative heart obsessed with satisfying\nThis dorment and uncaring society\nYou have given them the stars at night\nAnd you have given them bountiful bouquets of sunflowers\nBut for you there's only contempt\nThough you pour yourself into that frame and present it so proudly\nThis world could not accept your masterpieces, from the heart\nSo on that starry night, you gave to us and you took away from us\nThe one thing we never acknowledged, your life\nYeah, game laid down by Q, why'knawmsayin?\nVocals by Rasheeda, fly beat by QDIII\nAnd flows by the M-A-see why'all, Mr. M-A-see Mall\nStarry night, your life\nYou gave to us, and took away from us\nStarry night, your life\nYou gave to us, and took away from us\nUh, uh, watch me live my art; writing words from my soul in blood\nI speak the truth on every thang I love\nI'll probably sacrifice my life, to send my message through mics\nIt's like a war drum calling soldiers at night\nIt's bigger than music I spit it straight from the heart\nSo it's cold n dark and deep like a universe, but nah don't start\nIt's for ya entertainment but it's my life why all\nAnd I can't rewind, fast forward, or press pause\nBut when you give your all, it's like the fans demand more \n\n\n\nAnd after the tour I sit alone like before\nWhen ya name is hot it's all love, the world is yours\nBut when you fall off, you get ignored\nYou on the cover of da magazine, flossing on the TV screen\nToastin' wit yo' champagne, playin' life like a game\nLoaded in the limousine, love to hear the fans scream\nSwimmin' wit the sharks now, ain't no love money king\nPeople got they hands out but ain't nobody lendin' hands\nCan you really blame dem for tryin' to get what they can?\nLate night, bright lights, lust n lies\nAnd anythang goes under the Hollywood sign\nWell you might lose ya soul and who knows what you find\nBut go ahead main we all want to shine\nBut go ahead main we all want to shine\nThere you have it\nWhy'know, when I was younger I prayed, to get in this game\nWhy'know to hold dis microphone in my hand\nI asked the man upstairs, to let me rock a crowd one day\nWhy'know let people out there feel the way I feel through my music\nLike my homeboy Tupac did fo' sho'\nAnd he gave that to me\nBut he didn't he didn't he didn't let me know\nAbout all the shady sh** that's in, in between\nYou and yo' dream, why'know?\nSee it's more than the music, I spit it from the heart\nSo sometime it's cold n it's dark, but it's raw\nAnd that's how I'ma bring it to you every time, why'know?",
    "2pac - Starry Night - Quincy Jones lyrics": "[Quincy Jones]\nStarry night.. an unknown creation\nWritten by, and from the archives of Tupac Shakur\nDedicated to the memory of Vincent Van Gogh A creative heart obsessed with satisfying\nthis dorment and uncaring society\nYou have given them the stars at night\nand you have given them bountiful bouquets of sunflowers\nbut for you there's only contempt\nThough you pour yourself into that frame and present it so proudly\nthis world could not accept your masterpieces, from the heart\nSo on that starry night, you gave to us and you took away from us\nthe one thing we never acknowledged, your life.. [Mac Mall]\nYeah, game laid down by Q, y'knawmsayin?\nVocals by Rasheeda, fly beat by QDIII\nAnd flows by the M-A-C y'all, Mr. M-A-C Mall [CHORUS: Rasheeda]\nStarry night, your life\nYou gave to us, and took away from us\nStarry night, your life\nYou gave to us, and took away from us [Mac Mall]\nUhh, uhh.. watch me live my art; writin words from my soul in blood\nI speak the truth on every thang I love\nI'll probably sacrifice my life.. to send my message through mics\nIt's like a war drum callin soldiers at night\nIt's bigger than music I spit it straight from the heart\nSo it's cold n dark and deep like a universe, but nah don't start\nIt's for ya entertainment but it's my life y'all\nAnd I can't rewind, fast forward, or press pause\nBut when you give your all, it's like the fans demand more \n\n\n\nAnd after the tour I sit alone like before\nWhen ya name is hot it's all love, the world is yours\nBut when you fall off, you get ignored CHORUS [Mac Mall]\nYou on the cover of da magazine, flossin on the TV screen\nToastin wit yo' champagne, playin life like a game\nLoaded in the limousine, love to hear the fans scream\nSwimmin wit the sharks now, ain't no love - money king\nPeople got they hands out but ain't nobody lendin hands\nCan you really blame dem for tryin to get what they can?\nLate night, bright lights, lust n lies\nAnd anythang goes under the Hollywood sign\nWell you might lose ya soul and who knows what you find\nBut go ahead main we all wanna shine...\nBut go ahead main we all wanna shine... CHORUS [Mac Mall]\nThere you have it..\nY'know, when I was younger I prayed, to get in this game\nY'know to hold dis microphone in my hand\nI asked the man upstairs, to let me rock a crowd one day\nY'know let people out there feel the way I feel through my music\nLike my homeboy Tupac did fo' sho'\nAnd he gave that to me\nBut he didn't he didn't he didn't let me know\nabout all the shady sh** that's in, in between\nyou and yo' dream, y'know?\nSee it's more than the music, I spit it from the heart\nSo sometime it's cold n it's dark, but it's raw\nAnd that's how I'ma bring it to you every time, y'know? CHORUS",
    "2pac - Starry Night (Dedicated in Memory of Vincent van Gogh) lyrics": "a creative heart, obsessed with satisfying\nThis dormant and uncaring society\nu have given them the stars at night\nand u have given them Bountiful Bouquets of Sunflowers\nBut 4 u there is only contempt\nand though u pour yourself into that frame \n\n\n\nand present it so proudly\nthis world could not accept your masterpieces\nfrom the heart\nSo on that starry night\nu gave 2 us and\nu took away from us\nThe one thing we never acknowledged\nyour Life",
    "2pac - Static lyrics": "Im smokin these n***as like they endo\nBreakin em like they windows\nAnd still they riff till they get a whiff of the sh** that i kick\nAnd if they ever had a notion to stop me\nShoot ya best shot and get dropped wit ya posse\nn***a i got the motz im takin em out alot i got\nMore than you can hock im rockin the spot\nSo now they jock loc'em and get dropped\nTupac aint tryin to hear it\nIm swingin at your knot im swingin at your knot so hot\n\n\n\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\nBetter have a bat or a gat to defeat me\nn***a im a whole posse rolled into one shot\nTakin all ya got as your girl gets hot\nAnd rocks the spot\nBringin' the funky flavor with the gift that only god gave\nPoint me to my grave, id rather die than be a slave\nSlaves come as dopedealers some come as addicts\nSome try to run while the others call static\n",
    "2pac - Static I (Remix 1) * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Static II (Remix 2) * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Static Mix 1 lyrics": "[Hook: Shock G & 2Pac]\n\"2Pac, 2Pac go ahead\"\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\n\"2Pac go ahead and rock, 2Pac, 2Pac\"\n\"2Pac go ahead, 2Pac\"\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\n[2Pac]\nI'm smokin' these n***as like they indo\nBreakin' em' like they windows, and still they with\nUntil they get a whiff of this sh** that I kick\nAnd if they ever had a notion to stop me\nShoot cha' best shot and get dropped with ya posse\nn***a I got the Motts\nI thinkin' the amount, a lot I got\nMore than you can hot\nI'm rockin' the spot so now they jock\nCome, come and get dropped\n2Pac ain't trying to hear it\nI can swing it at cha' rock\nI'm swearin' that cha' not so hot\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\nBetter have a bat or a gat to defeat me\nn***a, I'm a whole posse rolled into one shot\nTakin' all ya got, while ya girl gets hot and rocks the spot\nPure, funky flavor with the gift that only God gave\nAll the way to my grave, I'd rather die than be a slave\nSlaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts \n\n\n\nSome come to run while the other cause static\n[Hook]\n[2Pac]\nI'm smokin' these n***as like they indo\nBreakin' em' like they windows, and still they with\nUntil they get a whiff of this sh** that I kick\nAnd if they ever had a notion to stop me\nShoot cha' best shot and get dropped with ya posse\nn***a I got the Motts\nI thinkin' the amount, a lot I got\nMore than you can hot\nI'm rockin' the spot so now they jock\nCome, come and get dropped\n2Pac ain't trying to hear it\nI can swing it at cha' rock\nI'm swearin' that cha' not so hot\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\nBetter have a bat or a gat to defeat me\nn***a, I'm a whole posse rolled into one shot\nTakin' all ya got, while ya girl gets hot and rocks the spot\nPure, funky flavor with the gift that only God gave\nAll the way to my grave, I'd rather die than be a slave\nSlaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts\nSome come to run while the other cause static\n[Hook x5]",
    "2pac - Static Mix 2 lyrics": "[2Pac]\nI'm smokin' these n***as like they...\n[Shock G]\n2Pac, 2Pac\n[2Pac]\nI'm smokin' these n***as like they...\n[Shock G]\n2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pac, go ahead and rock\n[2Pac]\nI'm smokin' these n***as like they indo\nBreakin' em' like they windows, and still they with\nUntil they get a whiff of this sh** that I kick\nAnd if they ever had a notion to stop me\nGet cha' best shot and get dropped with ya posse\n[Hook]\nStatic, static (2Pac, 2Pac)\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\n(2Pac go ahead and rock)\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\nStatic (2Pac, 2Pac)\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\n(2Pac go ahead and rock)\n[2Pac]\nn***a I got the Motts\nI'm takin' em' out a lot, I got\nMore than you can hot \n\n\n\nI'm rockin' the spot so now you jock\nCome, come and get dropped\n2Pac ain't tryin' to hear it\nI can swing at cha' rock\nI'm swingin' at cha' knots, so hot\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\nBetter have a bat or a gat to defeat me\nn***a, I'm a whole posse rolled into shot\nTakin' all ya got, while ya girl gets hot and rocks the spot\n[Hook x2]\n[2Pac]\nBringin' that funky flavor, with the gift that only God gave\nBringin' that funky flavor, with the gift that only God gave\nBringin' that funky flavor, with the gift that only God gave\nAll the way to my grave\nI'd rather die than be a slave\nSlaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts\nSome come to run, while the others call static\n[Hook x3]",
    "2pac - Static Mix I lyrics": "[Hook: Shock G & 2Pac]\n\"2Pac, 2Pac go ahead\"\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\n\"2Pac go ahead and rock, 2Pac, 2Pac\"\n\"2Pac go ahead, 2Pac\"\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\n[2Pac]\nI'm smokin' these n***as like they indo\nBreakin' em' like they windows, and still they with\nUntil they get a whiff of this sh** that I kick\nAnd if they ever had a notion to stop me\nShoot cha' best shot and get dropped with ya posse\nn***a I got the Motts\nI thinkin' the amount, a lot I got\nMore than you can hot\nI'm rockin' the spot so now they jock\nCome, come and get dropped\n2Pac ain't trying to hear it\nI can swing it at cha' rock\nI'm swearin' that cha' not so hot\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\nBetter have a bat or a gat to defeat me\nn***a, I'm a whole posse rolled into one shot\nTakin' all ya got, while ya girl gets hot and rocks the spot\nPure, funky flavor with the gift that only God gave\nAll the way to my grave, I'd rather die than be a slave\nSlaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts\n\n\n\nSome come to run while the other cause static\n[Hook]\n[2Pac]\nI'm smokin' these n***as like they indo\nBreakin' em' like they windows, and still they with\nUntil they get a whiff of this sh** that I kick\nAnd if they ever had a notion to stop me\nShoot cha' best shot and get dropped with ya posse\nn***a I got the Motts\nI thinkin' the amount, a lot I got\nMore than you can hot\nI'm rockin' the spot so now they jock\nCome, come and get dropped\n2Pac ain't trying to hear it\nI can swing it at cha' rock\nI'm swearin' that cha' not so hot\nStatic is the last thing ya need when ya see me\nBetter have a bat or a gat to defeat me\nn***a, I'm a whole posse rolled into one shot\nTakin' all ya got, while ya girl gets hot and rocks the spot\nPure, funky flavor with the gift that only God gave\nAll the way to my grave, I'd rather die than be a slave\nSlaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts\nSome come to run while the other cause static\n[Hook x5]\n",
    "2pac - Stay A Crooked n***a lyrics": "Yeah n***a, yo Pac, that's right\nYo, I heard you got beat up by the police\nGot a big fat lawsuit and everything, yeah\nn***az just wanna know\nIf your still gonna be on some crooked a** n***a sh** Please tell me what's a n***a to do and it's true\nAin't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through\nNow first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed\nA loaded AK47 layin' on my hips so don't trip One motherf**er from the underground\nAnd Big Stretch buckin' n***az if they f** around\nYo, why ya'll got beef with police?\nAin't that a b**h them motherf**ers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep\nAnd my sheets are 3 feet deep\nI guess it's hard for you to see, but now I'm pointin' the finger at police\nInstead of motherf**ers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol\nAnd when them punk motherf**ers get to trippin' I got sh** too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nOoh, you can't f** with the crew, a crooked n***a too You know you really can't say that you blame n***az\nf** bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz\n2pac'll spark a revolution, f** the constitution\nI want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem\nTime to face the n***az from South Central\nOakland, Brooklyn and Harlem\nAnd we ain't shootin' at each other, f** no\nThat's a motherf**in' brother so save two, run for cover And other b**hes from the clan\nCome feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack \n\n\n\nAnd I don't drink St. Ides, f** that\nGenuine draft ganja-ganja and my f**in' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober\nCobra\nAnd n***az will take the world over, it's all up to you, up to you\nBlame the Korean, f** that, I'll be a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nOoh, you can't f** with the crew, a crooked n***a too Pardon me [Incomprehensible] God has been kind and\nTry me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G\nThey got my homies in a jail cell\nNow it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with lo'ced out brothers\nAnd nothin' but love for each other\nSo motherf**er make a motion\nI give a f**, slice you up, and throw your a** in the ocean Temperatures drop, see it's cool to shoot a n***a\nBut they hate it when we pop the cops\nThat's when they gettin' petrol\nYou better watch your step or you'll be left on d**hrow But I learned to look ahead of me\nStay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy\nWe blowin' up precincts and you can't f** with the crew\nA crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too It's all up to you\nBut until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked n***a too\nAnd maybe then you'll see the truth\nOoh, you can't f** with the crew, a crooked n***a too",
    "2pac - Stay True lyrics": "Yeah n***a, drop the top on your muthaf**in' ride\nThis how we do it on the West Coast baby\nRollin' down the Four O Five\nGettin' high\nWhite boys done wrecked their sh**\nTryin' to check my ride\nI ain't being bootsy\nCrusin' in a Six-o Impala\nDrivin' like I'm in a Hooptee\nCar full of ballin' caps\nKeep yo hand on the strap\nAnd take all the craps\nn***as know my steel-lo, all legit\nBut I'm drapped like a n***a movin' kilo\nsh** don't stop\n'Cuz I can make that a** drop\nMake the front pop\nAnd hit the three wheel motion\nAll day\nHit the freeway\nTake it easy, uhh\nLet's slide\nAnd pick-up some hoochies\nRide right back to the movies\nHigh talking back to the screen drinkin' liquor\nHavin' big dreams of gettin' richer, I'm livin' that\nThug Life, y'all know the rules\nGotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true, yeah\nThug Life, y'all know the rules\nGotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true, uhh\nThug Life, y'all know the rules\nGotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true, yeah\nThug Life, y'all know the rules\nGotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true\nBig Stretch represent the real n***a\nFlex, Live squad and this muthaf**er catch wreck\nThug Life, sharp as a roughneck\nShakin' the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice\nSo the vice wanna follow us around\nGot 'em runnin' as we clown thru the town\nAnother one, had to throw another gun\nDon't need another case, you can see it on my face son\nBut I ain't fallin' yet\nAnd I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at Mophreme\nTell 'em why the hoes dream\nGettin' high off a n***a like a dope fiend\n'Cuz I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin' \n\n\n\nTwenty four seven, ain't nothin' buck\nBut when a young G's flippin' keys for a livin'\nTry to make a mill off the time I'm givin'\nTrippin', mad, I'm crazy, can't nobody fade me\nAnd I been goin' insane lately\nAnd everybody tryin' ta hold me back\nI'm about to snap\nYou better move back\nYou know I led a\nThug Life, y'all know the rules\nGotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true\nThug Life, y'all know the rules\nGotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true\nThug Life, y'all know the rules\nGotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true\nThug Life, y'all know the rules\nGotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true\nMan, I don't worry about the Five-O\nIf they start 'cuz it's all about survival\nJust stay smart, keep your mind on your bank roll\nAlways stay ahead of these stank hoes these days\nIt's an all out rat race\nAnd look at me just caught another cat case\nThat makes three\nMy laywers getting cash up the a**\nDon't even ask, why I'm buck wild?\nDon't smile, don't laugh\nTo the young G's comin' up, peep game\nDon't let the money make you change or act strange\nStay broke, it's all in together now\nKeep pumping loud till the crowd bring the top down\nIs that Tupac Thug Life ? Hell yeah\nTry to dirty up my name but it's still here\nWhich way do I turn?\nI'm strapped\nLost in the storm\nI can't turn back with that\nThug Life, y'all know the rules\nGotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true\nThug Life, y'all know the rules\nGotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true\nThug Life, y'all know the rules\nGotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true\nThug Life, y'all know the rules\nGotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true",
    "2pac - Still Ballin (NITTY REMIX) lyrics": "Straight muthaf**in' ballin'\nPart two, still ballin'\nWestside Now ever since a n***a was a seed\nOnly thing promised to me was the penitentiary\nStill ballin', ridin' on these n***az 'cause they lame\nIn a 61' Chevy still heavy in this game\nCan you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug n***a\nUp before the sunrise, quicker than the drug dealers\nTell me if it's on, n***a, then we first to bomb\nBust on these b**h made n***az hit em' up\nWestside Ain't nobody love me as a broke n***a\nFinger on the trigger, Lord, forgive me if I smoke\nI love my female strapped, love f**in' from the back\nI get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at\nRide Pa** by, while these n***az wonder why\nI got shot but didn't die, let em' see who's next to try\nDid I cry, hell nah, n***a not a tear shed\nFor all my homies in the pen, many peers dead\nn***a, still ballin' Still ballin' until the day I die\n(Still ballin', until I die)\nYou can bring your crew\n(You can bring your crew)\nBut we remain true\n(Yeah) Muthaf**ers still ballin'\n(I be ballin')\nn***az wonder why\n(They wonder why)\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true\nMuthaf**ers still ballin' Now if you kneel and pray, you hope the Lord understand\nWhen he's gone, the Father become a dangerous man\n(A dangerous man)\nAin't crazy or deranged, I'm sad\n(I'm sad) But when these kids go to spray him\nBoy, I don't be playin'\n(I don't be playin')\nWith clientele and your rhyme sells\nQuestion is, will you f**in' n***az ride for real?\nHuh? b**h n***a, this is G rated Plus, your homeboy won't make your street game foogazy \n\n\n\nI'm elevated to the top of this sh**\nDone f**ed around and put me and Tupac on this b**h\nAnd you can tell 'em thug life was the reason for this\nAnd I'll ride for any n***a who believe in this sh** Still ballin', until the day I die\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true\nMuthaf**ers still ballin', n***az wonder why\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true\nMuthaf**ers still ballin' Now everybody wanna see us dead\nTwo murdered on the front page, shot to d**h, bullets to the head\nn***az holla out my name and it's similar to rain\nMuthaf**ers know I'm comin' so they runnin to they graves\nWatch Swoop down with my n***a from the pound\n'Cause trick don't give a f** when you coward n***az now\nBlast, keep pumpin' ain't worried bout nuttin'\nBustas thought we was frontin' so we load and keep dumpin'\nStill ballin' I'm still ballin' until the day I die\n(Still ballin', until I die)\nYou can bring your crew\n(You can bring your crew)\nBut we remain true\n(Yeah) Muthaf**ers still ballin'\n(I be ballin')\nn***az wonder why\n(They wonder why)\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true Muthaf**ers still ballin'\nStill ballin', until the day I die\n(Still ballin')\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true Muthaf**ers still ballin', n***az wonder why\nYou can bring your crew\n(Tell 'em)\nBut we remain true\nMuthaf**ers still ballin' 'til the day I die Thug life Still ballin'\nMuthaf**ers still ballin'\nStraight muthaf**in' ballin'",
    "2pac - Still Ballin' lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nStraight motherf**in' ballin', part 2\nStill ballin', Westside!\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow, ever since a n***a was a seed\nOnly thing promised to me was the penitentiary\nStill ballin', ridin' on these n***as \u2018cause they lame\nIn a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game\nCan you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug n***a\nUp before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers\nTell me if it's on, n***a, then we first to bomb\nBust on these b**h-made n***as, hit 'em up, Westside!\nAin't nobody loved me as a broke n***a\nFinger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke n***as\nI love my females strapped, then f** her from the back\nI get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at ridin'\nPa**ed by while these n***as wondered why\nI got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try\nDid I cry? Hell nah, n***a, tears shed, for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; a n***a still ballin'\n[Hook: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)]\nStill ballin' until I die (until I die)\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true\nMotherf**er, still ballin' (I be ballin')\nn***as wonder why (they wonder why)\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true\nMotherf**er, still ballin'\n[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]\nNow, as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand\nWhen he's gone, devolve, I become a dangerous man\nAin't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin'\nBut when these kids go to spray 'em, boy, won't be playin'\nWith clientele, any rhyme sales\nQuestion is: Will you f**-n***as ride for real, huh?\nb**h n***a, this is G-rated \n\n\n\nPlus your homeboy won't make it, street game Fugazi\nI'm elevated to the top of this sh**\nDone f**ed around and put me and 2Pac on the b**h\nAnd you can tell 'em \"Thug Life\" was the reason for this\nAnd I ride for any n***a who believe in the sh**; still ballin'\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nUntil the day I die\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true\nMotherf**er, still ballin'\nn***as wonder why\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true\nMotherf**er, still ballin'\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nNow everybody wanna see us dead\nTwo murdered on the front page\nShot to d**h, bullets to the head\nn***as holla out my name and it's similar to rape\nMotherf**ers know I'm comin', so they runnin' to they graves\nWatch! Swoop down with my n***a from the Pound\n\u2018Cause Trick don't give a f**\nWhere you coward n***as now?\nBlast, keep pumpin', ain't worried about nothin'\nBusters thought we was frontin'\nSo reload and keep dumpin'; still ballin'\n[Hook: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)]\n(I'm still ballin') 'til the day I die ('til I die)\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true\nMotherf**er, still ballin' (I be ballin')\nn***as wonder why (they wonder why)\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true\nMotherf**er, still ballin'\n'Til the day I die (still ballin')\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true\nMotherf**er, still ballin'\nn***as wonder why (tell 'em!)\nYou can bring your crew, but we remain true\nMotherf**er, still ballin', until the day I die\n(Thug life), still ballin'\nMotherf**er, still ballin'\nStraight motherf**in' ballin'",
    "2pac - Still Ballin' O.G. lyrics": "[Intro]\nStraight motherf**in ballin\nPart two, still ballin\nKurupt up in this motherf**er\nWestside!\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow ever since a n***a was a seed\nOnly thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin\nRidin on these n***as cause they lame\nIn a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?\nBlame it on my momma I'm a thug n***a\nUp befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers\nTell me if it's on, n***a then we first to bomb\nBust on these b**h-made n***as hit 'em up, WESTSIDE\nAin't nobody love me as a broke n***a\nFinger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke n***as\nI love my females strapped, no f**in from the back\nI get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?\nPa**ed by while these n***as wonder why\nI got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try\nDid I cry, hell nah, n***a tear I shed\nFor all my homies in the pen, many peers dead\nn***as still ballin\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nStill ballin, 'til the day I die\nYou can bring your crew but we remain true motherf**ers\nStill ballin, n***as wonder why\nYou can bring your crew but we remain true motherf**ers\nStill ballin\n[Verse 2: Kurupt]\nThis for all y'all motherf**ers\nThey done did it, let the dog out the cage\nGot pumped up with the gauge\nI done did it all, everywhere I go, I ball\nPrecisely my game tight, or for so I fall\nI'm the invincible, and since the top principals\nLose like the Heat to them all, who got the heart to shoot?\nI get stitches, play the game with BB britches\nWhen I was young dreamin 'bout money, fame, and b**hes\nI like fat a**es, fat money bags of cash, and ma**es \n\n\n\nSlowly as time pa**es, I found nothing but money rules\nTime and space, and in this where all my thoughts\n\"Where all the f**ing murders take place?\"\nAnd I'm in it to win it; I'm out to get paid\nGot all these b**hes on my dick, from the money I made\nIt's a state I have brought, Growing up it's by naturally\nI don't give a f**\nStill ballin!\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\n[2Pac]\nNow everybody wanna see us dead\nTwo murdered on the front page, shot to d**h, bullets to the head\nn***as holla out my name and it's similar to rape\nMotherf**ers know I'm comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch\nSwoop down with my n***a from the Pound\nCause [Kurupt] don't give a f**, where you coward n***as now, blast\nKeep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin\nBusters thought we was frontin, so reload and keep dumpin\n[Kurupt]\nI feel heat, everywhere a n***a see me up in the streets\nI don't tweak, Keep a straight .38 under the seat\nMad. Mission Mode. My thoughts are cold\nBought some tans of skins, money bags of gold\nRoll and collide Homicide vibes inside\nThug Life and Dogg Pound on this midnight ride\nEvery since we hit the world\nWe got stationed, with no hesitation\nMake moves n***a, Mr. Too Smooth the elaborate\nThe slow like potion, focus on the money\nThats made sippin on this poisonous potion\nGrandma got you got, Too much heat to hot\nGet shanked, get shot indulging in this poisonous plot\nFame and fortune, fortune from game\nWeed and zags, illicit amounts of cash\nJags its all the same\nAs long as there money to exchange\nni**a!\n[Hook]",
    "2pac - Still Don't Give A f** lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nYoung black male, I barely made my way out\nI couldn't hack the jail, that's why I plan to stay out\nI'm getting fat mail, cause that would never play out\nAnd making rap sales, I gotta anotha way out\nJacking motherf**ers for a livin'\nI know too many famous people, to be hungry on Thanksgiving\nHear me, nervous and ya fear me\nSee me at my shows, don't pose, n***a cheer me\nAin't the type to sweat cha, doubt if I'll forget cha\nIf you diss me wear a vest cause s**er I'll get ya\nIn a hurry, throw a flurry and your buried\nPunk tried to jack, I peeled his cap, now I be happy don't worry\nI ain't that average motherf**a on the mic\nSay what I feel, stayin' real, give a f** what you like\nI write the type of sh** that get the crowd hype\nAnd if you diss me, don't whisper, I'm the loud type\nBump your fist for a n***a named 2Pacalypse\nStraight from the underground, n***a, we be droppin' sh**\nYou can't fade me, you crazy,[?] smoked out\nI get some drank and hit the naked then I'm loc'd out\nHey, provoke me if you wanna, I'm a nut\nYou wanna know what's up?\nAin't nothin' changed, still don't give a f**\n[Hook]\nStill dropping more sh** than a b**h (it's on)\nMan I don't seen 'em motherf**er\nStill dropping more sh** than a b**h (it's on)\nMan I don't seen 'em motherf**er\n[Verse 2]\nI give a shout out to my East Coast street folks\nAll you other motherf**ers get ya teeth broke\nTryna talk about the town like we country\nBut you jealous cause the next n***a's phoney\nIf the bullsh** you speakin' never reach me\nYou best to reachin' for your pistol when you see me\nWhy? I'm from the Bronx, motherf**a, I was born to box\nWe can shoot it from here or we can pop the Glocks\nIt's on you, so n***a, what you wanna do?\nWe go 101 and call on your crew\nGotta crew so true that they lie for a n***a\nThat they keep their eye on a n***a cause they die for a n***a\nIt's so real, motherf**a, can you feel it?\nAnd it's cool to hit the drink, but don't k** it\nAnd my Poppa told me k**ers never brag alot\nI slip my Glock in my pants and let it sag alot\nI ain't g**ning k**er or crack slinger\nJust a Oaktown n***a turned rap singer\nCause it ain't where you from, it's how you come \n\n\n\nAnd a real n***a know another one when he see one\nHere's a word for hoes at the shows\nKeep on your clothes and n***as wouldn't call you hoes\nCause how you gon' f** the crew\nThen get mad when them n***as get pissed to diss ya\nGame ain't free, but I'mma warn ya, ya gotta be stronger\nAnd make 'em wait a little longer\nBut I can't wait, so let me hit 'em\nHit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, quit 'em\nCause baby gotta pay for the nuts\nThese hoes wanna know what's up\nI still don't give a f**\n[Hook]\nStill dropping more sh** than a b**h (haha yeah n***a quite here)\nMan I don't seen 'em motherf**er\n(dont like you music, shut the f** up)\nStill dropping more sh** than a b**h\n[Verse 3]\nI heard n***a say \"he hate the way I curse\"\nNow that hurts so um.. so this verse I'mma curse worse\nJump like a toe when you want some\nStick ya like bubblegum with the code name troublesome\nThey tried to ban my music cause the n***as is locin' up\nLocin' up cause the n***as is broke as f**\nThere's no love for the inner city streets\nSo you never find peace 'til we get a piece\nNow that's deep, don't sleep, from ya dog's cheatin'\nBut how the hell you gon' help me from across the street\nThey forget about the brothers once they make it\nThen get a mad at a n***a when we take it\nWell you lookin' kinda cute in your three piece suit\nBut to people like Duke, you a n***a too\nGet smart, how the hell we gon' be livin' cool\nWhen the other n***as didn't get a part\nsh**, look inside yo heart\n[Outro]\nStill don't give a f**\nUh huh still don't give a f**, still don't give a f**\nThis for them punk a** n***as that don't know\nOaktown is on a motherf**in' [?] and we ain't takin' little seats\nTryna and come out here talking that sh** mad\nYour a** gon' get caps hehuhu\nIt's like that n***a (tell 'em) yeah\nCan't beat this sh** it's a motherf**ing phase representing n***a\nAll presenting\nRPB is around don't f** with them motherf**ing n***as in this town\nWe popping 'em and dropping 'em with the mouth\nRemember the next time that pull motherf**in' on 'em\nCause it might be...\nDang dang\nDang dang",
    "2pac - Still I Rise lyrics": "[Intro: Kastro]\nDear Lord, as we down here, struggle for as long as we know\nIn search of a paradise to touch (my n***a Johnny J)\nDreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go, the only place for us\nI know, try to make the best of bad situations\nSeems to be my life's story\nAin't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain\nAnd can't nobody live this life for me\nIt's a ride y'all, a long hard ride\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nSomebody wake me, I'm dreamin'\nI started as a seed, the semen\nSwimmin' upstream, planted in the womb while screamin'\nOn the top was my pops, my mama screamin' stop\nFrom a single drop, this is what they got\nNot to disrespect my peoples, but my papa was a loser\nOnly plan he had for mama was to f** her and abuse her\nEven as a little seed, I could see his plan for me\nStranded on welfare, another broken family\nNow what was I to be? A product of this heated pa**ion\nMama got pregnant and papa got a piece of a**\nLook how it began, nobody gave a f** about me\nPistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me\nHow can I survive? Got me askin' white Jesus\n\"Will a n***a live or die?\" cause the Lord can't see us\nIn the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine\nNo sunny days and we only play sometimes\nWhen everybody's sleepin'\nI open my window, jump to the streets and get to creepin'\nI can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone\nI'm only 19, I'm tryna hustle on my own\nOn the spot where everybody and they pops tryna slang rocks\nI'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops\nDon't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn\nYou can buy rocks, Glocks or a herringbone\nYou can ask my man, he's a mind reader\nKeep my 9 heater all the time, this is how we grind\nMeet up at the cemetery then get smoked out\nPa** the weed, n***a! That Hennessey'll keep me keyed, n***a\nEverywhere I go n***as holla at me, \"Keep it real, G\"\nAnd my reply 'til they k** me: \"Act up if you feel me!\"\nI was born not to make it, but I did\nThe tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise\n[Chorus: Ta'He]\nStill I (still I), I rise (I rise), please, give me to the sky (to the sky)\nAnd if (and if), I die (I die), I don't want you to cry\n[Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi]\nI stay sharp as always\nRunnin' your bricks with blitz, through your project hallways \n\n\n\nDumpin' crews like two's, n***a, all day\nSecrets of war prepare me for the worst\nA life that's lavish, full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse\nBut now my dreams, it seems though\nBe placin' triple beams and things, bro\nDiamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin' out my jeans\n[Verse 3: Napoleon]\nNow I plan to keep my Glock co*ked\nIf trouble was searchin' for me, then why not?\nShow 'em what I'm made of, plus raised on, on my block\nChancellor Ave, where many turn to the street\nThugs snatchin' bags, we out for power, makin' cash\nIt wasn't fast, it'll make me mad, I'm just like him\nMy homie on the corner with his gat tucked in\nYoungins, they buckin' somethin'\nThe life he lead's the life he don't need, don't we all know?\nHe tryin' to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise\n[Verse 4: Young Noble]\nDreams of lost hope\nI hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke\nAnd still I rise, now I float, cowards ghost\nWhenever we come around, I'm runnin' down\nClutchin' a pound, live as sirens, duckin' the sound\nI used to hustle with my moms 'til the sun came\nMy homie Harm doin' time from this drug game\nStolen cars, war scars, born a outlaw\nBehind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars\nFreedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block\nCrackheads only 10 learn to duck cops\n[Verse 5: Yaki Kadafi]\nIn '96 my Glock's my plastic, pa**ion for blastin' ba*tards\nNo faces for open caskets, peelin' your cap backwards\nYou cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice\nI send my missiles through your mattress\nLeavin' holes in your body like a cactus\nWhile me and my crew be boppin' more greens than topic\nAnd loot to keep the seams in my motherf**in' jeans poppin'\nLeavin' your spleen to pick up\nHalf of you n***as is softer than a Snicker\nLet's go to war and see who draw quicker\nAnd still I rise, and still I rise\u2026\n[Chorus: Ta'He]\nStill I (still I), I rise (I rise), please, give me to the sky (to the sky)\nAnd if (and if), I die (I die), I don't want you to cry\nStill I (still I), I rise (I rise), please, give me to the sky (to the sky)\nAnd if (and if), I die (I die), I don't want you to cry\n[Outro: some little kid]\nY'all n***as fake, all day everyday\nSo now I got roller blades, b**h\nThought you knew\nYour mouth is rich\nC'mon pops, let's go!",
    "2pac - Still I Rise - Outlawz lyrics": "Dear Lord\nAs we down here, struggle for as long as we know\nIn search of a paradise to touch (my n***a Johnny J)\nDreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go\nThe only place for us\nI know, try to make the best of bad situations\nSeems to be my life's story\nAin't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain\nAnd can't nobody live this life for me\nIt's a ride y'all, a long hard ride Somebody break me I'm dreamin', I started as a seed the semen\nSwimmin' upstream, planted in the womb while screamin'\non the top, was my pops, my momma screamin' stop\nFrom a single drop, this is what they got\nNot to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser\nOnly plan he had for momma was to f** her and abuse her\nEven as a little seed, I could see his plan for me\nStranded on welfare, another broken family\nNow what was I to be, a product of this heated pa**ion\nMomma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a**\nLook how it began, nobody gave a f** about me\nPistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me\nHow can I survive? Got me askin' white Jesus\nwill a n***a live or die, cause the Lord can't see us\nin the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine\nNo sunny days and we only play sometimes\nWhen everybody's sleepin'\nI open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin'\nI can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone\nI'm only 19, I'm tryin' to hustle on my own\non the spot where everybody and they pops tryin' to slang rocks\nI'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops\nDon't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn\nYou can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone\nYou can ask my man Ishmael Reed\nKeep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind\nMeet up at the cemetery then get smoked out, pa** the weed n***a\nThat Hennessey'll keep me keyed n***a\nEverywhere I go n***as holla at me, \"Keep it real G\"\nAnd my reply til they k** me\nAct up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did\nThe tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)\nPlease give me to the sky (the sky)\nAnd if (and if) I die (I die)\nI don't want you to cry I stay sharp as always\nRunnin' ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways \n\n\n\nDumpin' crews like two's, n***a all day\nSecrets of war prepare me for the worst\nA life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse\nBut now my dreams it seems though, be placin' triple beams and things bro\nDiamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin' out my jeans Now I plan to keep my glock co*ked\nIf trouble was searchin' for me then why not?\nShow em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my block\nChancellor Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin' bags\nWe out for power, makin' cash it wasn't fast it'll make me mad\nI'm just like, pimpin'\nMy homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in\nYoungest they buckin' somethin' the life he leads\nthe life he don't need, don't we all know\nHe tryin' to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise Dreams of lost hope\nI hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke\nand still I rise now I float cowards ghost\nWhenever we come around, I'm runnin' down\nclutchin' a pound, live as sirens, duckin' the sound\nI used to hustle with my moms til the sun came\nMy homey Harm doin' time from this drug game\nStolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw\nBehind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars\nFreedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block\nCrackheads only ten learn to duck cops In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, pa**ion for blastin' ba*tards\nNo faces for open caskets, peelin' ya cap backwards\nYa cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice\nI send my missiles through your mattress\nLeavin' holes in your body like a cactus\nWhile me and my crew be boppin' more greens than topic\nand loot to keep the seams in my motherf**in' jeans poppin'\nLeavin' ya spleen to pick up\nHalf of you n***as is softer than a Snicker\nLet's go to war and see who draw quicker\nand still I rise, and still I rise Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)\nPlease give me to the sky (the sky)\nAnd if (and if) I die (I die)\nI don't want you to cry Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)\nPlease give me to the sky (the sky)\nAnd if (and if) I die (I die)\nI don't want you to cry Y'all n***as fake\nAll day everyday\nSo now I got roller blades, b**h\nThought you knew\nYour mouth is rich\nC'mon pops, let's go",
    "2pac - Still I Rise (Original Version) lyrics": "Intro [2Pac & Big Syke]\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(f**in' with this Alize)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(n***a Johnny J, studio full of mothaf**ers)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(Yeah right)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\nVerse 1 [2Pac]\nSomebody wake me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen\nSwimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin'\nOn the top, was my pops, my momma screamin' stop\nFrom a single drop, this is what they got\nNot to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser\nOnly plan he had for momma was to f** her and abuse her\nEven as a little seed, I could see his plan for me\nStranded on welfare, another broken family\nNow what was I to be, the product of this heated pa**ion\nMomma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a**\nLook how it began, nobody gave a f** about me\nPistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me\nHow can I survive? Got me askin' white Jesus\nWill a n***a live or die, cause the Lord can't see us\nIn the deep, dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine\nNo sunny days and we only play sometimes\nWhen everybody's sleepin'\nI open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin'\nI can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone\nI'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own\nOn this block where everybody and they pops tryin' to slang rocks\nI'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops\nDon't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn\nYou can buy rocks, Glocks or a herringbone\nYou can ask my man he's a mind reader\nKeep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind\nMeet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pa** the weed n***a\nThat Hennessey'll keep me keyed n***a\nEverywhere I go n***as holla at me, \"Keep it real G\"\nAnd my reply till they k** me\nAct up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did\nThe tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise\nChorus [2Pac & Big Syke]\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(And still I rise)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\nVerse 2 [Yaki Kadafi]\nI stay sharp as always\nRunnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways\nDumpin crews like two's, n***a all day\nSecrets of war prepare me for the worst\nA life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse\nBut now my dreams it seems though, be placin triple beams and things bro\nDiamond pinky ring got the loot poppin out my jeans\nVerse 3 [Hussein Fatal] \n\n\n\nDynamically this dude or twist this sh** ceramically\nAble to write a Fatal verse with no profanity\nIt's on for Al G. Nikko Storm and Nasty New\nPut a hole in your crew, tryin' to pa** me\nWith no remorse\nYou get blasted full force\nA Nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse\nWorld wide supremacy\nAll y'all remember me\nHung over from Hennessey\nWith a menace intendancy\nPolice be clockin' me\nSo I be dippin' Slippin' sloppily\nSippin' Vodka B\nAnd ditchin' clips On private property\nWhen five O be comin'\nn***as be runnin'\nFor they life and freedom\nThe type to beat 'em here engagin'\nBreakin' and try to lead 'em\nTwo big terriers\nMonclair gettin scarier\nThey nine's they shoot 'em in secluded areas\nThe barrier, Not me\nI'm burried 'em once they ditched they in Scott-free\nTwo ta** Hara** my a**\nTried to have the F Lofty\nMy n***a fell\nGivin a whole essance county trigger hell\nRunnin' the f**in' block and duckin' cops tryin' to get a bail\nVerse 4 [Yaki Kadafi]\nIn ninety-six my Glock's my plastic, pa**ion for blastin ba*tards\nNo faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards\nYa cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice\nI send my missiles through your mattress\nLeavin holes in your body like a cactus\nWhile me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic\nAnd loot to keep the seams in my motherf**in jeans poppin\nLeavin ya spleen to pick up\nHalf of you n***as is softer than a Snicker\nLet's go to war and see who draw quicker\nAnd still I rise, and still I rise...\nOutro [2Pac, Big Syke & a lil kid]\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(And still I rise, and still I rise)\n(No matter what you muthaf**as do to me)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(I'm a still come up)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(So f** all y'all)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(Y'all can't stop the real sh**)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(Little n***as tearin sh** out)\n(Y'all n***as be fake)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(All day everyday)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(Now I got roller blades)\n(B.I.G.)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(Thought you knew)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(I'm out this b**h)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(Come on Pac)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(Let's get , lets get the f** outta here Pac)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(Got some hoes waitin' outside)\n(What you say?)\nNinety-six big body\nSittin' on chrome\n(Said We got some hoes waitin' outside)",
    "2pac - Stop The Gunfight (R&B Version) lyrics": "Feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & 2Pac\n[Notorious B.I.G]\nCheck it, I grew up a f**in screwup\nGot introduced to the game, got a ounce and f**in blew up\nChoppin rocks overnight\nThe n***a Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White\n[Trapp]\nIt's a red light\nHow many homies got to die tonight\nStop the gunfight\nI can feel it\nSomebodys tryin' to start up a fight\nCome on and peep game\nBut ya cannot cease the blame\nAnd if u ask me\nIt's a damn shame\nWe be takin' lives that we can't replace\nOver B.S. that don't make sense\nWe gotta get better than this\nWe started fightin' at our own risk\nIt was something we could resist\nIt's a red light\nHow many homied got to die tonight\n[Notorious B.I.G]\nWe had to grow dreads to change our description\nTwo cops on the milk box missin\nShow they toes you know they got stepped on\nA fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon\nRun from the police picture that, n***a I'm too fat\nI f** around and catch a asthma attack (heavy breathing)\nThat's why I bust back, it don't phase me\nWhen he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze\nSummer break, my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight\nLaid back, I got some money to make, motherf**er \n\n\n\n[2Pac]\nFrom tha 5-0\nDuckin and dodgin in my survival\nThe Benzo and I let off with my nine\nI'm movin swifter than the next n***a, no time for s**\nCause in my mind all I wonder is who's next\nn***a, my homey slipped and now he pays the price\nHe did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life\nTell me is it me or my upbringin\nI split that dove sh**\nn***a motherf** singin, I hope you got your Timberlands\nOn tight, cause I ain't givin up\nI'd rather duck these motherf**ers all night\nI'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch\nThey'll never catch me\nCause I'm lock and trigger happy on the, seotch\nDon't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend\nDo Thug n***as go to heaven?\nI'm rollin with the thorough heads\nWe gettin ghost on them hoes and yo\nI got no love for the 5-0 I'm runnin' from the police\n[Trapp]\nStop the gunfight\nI can feel it\nSomebodys tryin' to start up a fight\nCome on and peep game\nBut ya cannot cease the blame\nAnd if you ask me\nIt's a damn shame\nWe be takin' lives that we can't replace\nYou got swishers in your system\nJuice up in you\nNow you're ready to get lose\nOver what he said\nOver what she said\nNow somebody gotta end up dead",
    "2pac - Str8 Ballin lyrics": "I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks\nBut, now, the game if for the soldier, not, so, f** you.\nI'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block,\nLittle bad mothaf**a with a pocket full of rocks.\nLearn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little a** kicked,\nAnd n***as laugh til' tha first mothaf**a got blasted.\nI put the n***a in his casket,\nNow they coverin' the ba*tard in plastic.\nI smoke blunts on a regular, buck when it counts.\nI'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.\nAnd gettin' lost on the five-o, f** them hos,\nGot a forty-five screamin' 'bout survival.\nHey, n***a, can I lay low, cook some yay-yo?\nHollar \"one-time,\" when I say so.\nDon't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences.\nNarcs on a n***a back, missin' me by inches.\nAnd they say how do you survive weighin' one-sixty-five\nIn a city where the skinny n***as die?\nTell Mama, don't cry.\nEven when they k** me,\nThey can never take the game from a young G.\nI'm straight ballin'!\nStraight ballin'!\nStraight ballin'!\nStill on parole, and I'm the first n***a servin'.\nPour some liquor on the curb for my n***as that deserve it.\nBut if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'.\nIt's kinda boomin', and today I'll make a k**in'.\nDressin' down like I'm dirty, but only on the block,\nIt's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops.\nHa, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends.\nI'm in a bucket, but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz.\nI hate to stip, but let my music bump,\nDrinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hos to f**.\nRather die makin' money than live poor and legal,\nAs I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo!\nI need money in a major way,\nTime to f** my Beyatch! Hey, and gettin' paid.\nYou other mothaf**as fallin',\nBut me, and my mothaf**in' thug n***as, \n\n\n\nWe straight ballin'!\nStraight ballin'!\nStraight ballin'\nDamned if I don't, and damned if a n***a do,\nSo watch a young mothaf**a pull a trigga just to raise up!\nBut don't let them see you cry - dry your eyes\nYoung n***a, time to do or die.\nI keep a pistol in my pocket,\nReady, on my block\nAin't no time for a n***a to even co*k it - sh**.\nAnd I done seen that mothaf**a beat pain,\nAt point blank range, 'cause he slept on the game.\nAin't a damned thing changed.\nShakin' the dice, now roll 'em,\nIf you can't stand pain better hold 'em,\n'Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll.\nYou might go catch AIDS from a slight cold, n***a.\nBest to live your life to the fullest,\nBe quick to k** a fool, got a pistol, mothaf**a, better pull it.\n'Cause even when they k** me,\nThey can never take the game from a young G.\nWe straight ballin'!\nStraight ballin'!\nStraight ballin'.\nTo my n***as in the penitentiary,\nLocked up, like a mothaf**a, when they mention me,\n'Cause you f**in' with the realest mothaf**a ever born,\nAnd once again it's on,\nI'm bustin' on these b**hes till they gone.\nWho the hell can you get to stop me?\nI'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse.\nI keep my glock co*ked,\nI need it, 'cause they're all shady.\nI finally made it,\nNow these jealous b**hes tryin' to fade me!\nI ain't goin' out, I'd rather blast back.\nI'm on the corner, with my n***as, watchin' cash stack.\nAnd I came up a long way from food stamps,\nAnd takin' sh** from the low-life ghetto tramps.\nCould you blame me? If they sweat me I'm a open fire.\nWhat could I do? Pull my trigga, or watch my n***a die.\nI'm representin' to the fullest, givin' devil slugs.\nI'm on the block, slangin' d** with the young thugs.\nAnd, mothaf**a, we be ballin'!\nAll mothaf**in' day long, stay strong!\nWe straight ballin'.",
    "2pac - Str8 from tha Projex lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nI was thinking about my life and how it's a train wreck\nEver since I was five I was a Crip and I slanged crack\nk**ing other n***as just 'cause they wear red\nThinking about my life damn I should really be dead\nWell in Compton, you ain't really got no choice\nYou a banger, a baller, or you got a great voice\nUnfortunately, I couldn't ball and my voice would crack\nSo I joined a gang and k**s I would rack\nI thought the gangsta life was the way to live\n'Till I experienced something that pains me to relive\nMy friend C-Roy, about the same age as me\nMurdered with a gun and left to rot in the streets\nI called the police but they only jailed me\nI had no family no one would bail me\nSo I studied the word of a wise man before me\nAn Indian man named Mahatma Gandhi\n[Hook x4]\nNow do the whip and lean back stanky legg and do the nae nae\nCrip walk around the room now Crank Dat Soulja Boy baby\n[Verse 2]\nNow I'm back on the blizzle watching the scizzle unfizzle\nKnocking nizzles out and knocking nizzles out cizzle\nCorrectionizzle facilitizzles can't stop this nizzle\nThe Blizzles gonna lose in the wizzle of the tizzle\n'Cause I'm like Snoop Dizzle Dr. Drizzle and 2Pizzle\nd**h Rizzle is the lizzle that inspired this nizzle\nOh shizzle it's the polizzle better hide the dank wizzle\nOr go to jizzle and get beat by the other punk nizzle \n\n\n\nk**ing other fizzle nizzles as I slang my cocizzle\nNo Blizzle can catch me as I Netflizzle and chizzle\nWith the slizzles and bizzles and the trizzles and hizzles\nAll on my dizzle and we doing it without a cizzle\nGizzle a** nizzle tryna hop on my dizzle\nBut my dizzle's resizzle for the stizzle a** bizzles\n'Cause I'm the Tizzle Bizzle, I'm the Bizzle that's Tizzle\nRunning trizzles on your a** you mizzlefizzle pizzle nizzle\n[Hook x4]\n[Verse 3]\nPeep how we do it keep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle all you n***as getting k**ed\nWith your mouths open\nTryna come up off of me you in the clouds hoping\nSmoking dope it's like a sherm high n***as think they learned to fly\nBut they burn motherf**er you deserve to die\nTalking about you getting money but it's funny to me\nAll you n***as living bummy why you f**ing with me\nI'm a self made millionaire\nThug living out of prison pistols in the air\nBiggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg a b**h to let you sleep in the house\nNow it's all about Versace you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\nWith my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherf**er I hit 'em up\n[Hook x4]",
    "2pac - Street Fame lyrics": "Turn it up in my head phones\n(Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame)\nMore\nHaha, coming to a ghetto near you,\n[Verse One]\nI wasn't mad until these tricks me<\nIt's time to sanitize my posse\nLook how paranoid these n***as got me\nCellular calls are being traced \n\n\n\nSince surveillance silently\nMomma chill\nThug livin pay the bills\nAnd die violently\nClosed caskets\nExpose ba*tards I leave em bloody\nDeloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a n***a speak on gettin money\nAin't nothin funny\ncream",
    "2pac - Street Life lyrics": "[Hook: repeat 2X]\nDon't let this street life get ya down\nDon't let this street life run you around\n[Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nSince I was young I grew up in the street life\nTimes get hard for a gangsta in the street life\nAin't no tellin what my life might be like\nGrowin up in the street life\nYou can't tell me sh**, about these streets homie\nI done lived it and done it, runnin from the police\nOut for the money, homies maintain their composure\nNow that we older we sellin ki's by the doja\nNow I'm a soldier motherf**er for the chips wanna dip to trip\nHeaded straight for D.C., down for D.P\nFlipped the script and came equipped with some riders who got my back\nSnoop Corleone, you know I'm always down to jack\nI jack for instant thought, talkin walk the walk\nn***as who oppose automatically get stomped\nTerrorizing the neighborhood n***as gainin they grab me\nSouthside and dash, mashin for the rep\nTest in peace to deceased homeboys who ain't alive\nStreet life took him over now he forced to die\nSlippin and slidin, bouncin countin my ends\nTo be straight, times is ruff for these days\nn***as is crazy, but the fear is much greater\nThe innovater, dominator, soul creator, out for the papers! \n\n\n\n[Hook:repeat 2X]\n[2Pac]\nBustin' and bailin', thugs addicted to drug sellin ki's\nGot me riskin', the street living, catching felonies\nHow many n***as wanna see me gone?\nYou playa haters is b**hes who hate to see a n***a hold his own\nForever ballin', no never fallin'\nLive my life as a thug n***a, now can you hear the liquor callin'\nWhen we blaze n***as is blinded\nMy competition, minimal so I live so, criminal minded\nn***a can you hear me wave yo' pistols in the sky\nAnd roll a fat-a** blunt, I buck that sh**, I bet it'll get you high\nThey wonder why I'm hard to k**, hard to let it go\nHow can I have fear, on my peers, live on d**h Row\nDon Makaveli, 45, tucked next to my belly\nConversating with my n***a Dogg, lyrics so deadly\nWhen ya come to get me bring an army\nAn Outlaw thug motherf**er, who can harm me\nBomb these b**hes, see the track smokin'\nCause real Bad Boy k**ers be them, gat smoking\nHa ha, open ya eyes and understand this\nWorld ain't fair these motherf**ers doin' scandalous\nn***as don't wanna see me hot with my Glock co*ked\nDrinkin on Henn', screamin f** the world this is the end\nIn the street life!\n[Hook] - 6X",
    "2pac - Street Thug lyrics": "(Eazy-E)\n1,2,3, and to the 4\nEazy muthaf**in' E\nWith the chrome to your dome\nCruisin' in my '64 rag top\nI got a lot of juice\nA lot of f**in' block\nNow when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'\nMore bounce to the ounce\nAnd I'm clownin'\nKeep the gat in my lap\nCuz I'm fully strapped\nFor the car jackers\nf** no hapsters\nI pack a Tech-9\nPlus a AK-47\nSend a one way ticket to my hell\nOr maybe heaven, peep\nn***a I don't sleep\nBurry muthaf**as in the concrete\nYou try creep kinda slow in a Astro\nBut I peep you n***as out in my left window\nSo I blast and I blast til I blast no mo\nYo, they call a muthaf**a John Doe\np**y n***a had beef knocked out of his teeth\nThe muthaf**a should have stayed his a** home\nHey yo peep them b**hez in the Honda\n4 deep with the proper a** sounds\n(2Pac)\nJust wait until rain turn to sunshine\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug\nIt's for the neighborhood and weed spots that we love\nLost Souls\n(2Pac)\nJust wait until rain turn to sunshine\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug\nIt's for the neighborhood and weed spots that we love\nLost Souls\n(Eminem)\nWhen me and Fif' got together to do this music\nThe more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it\nIt's no pretend sh**, it's friendship, me nemesis is su nemesis\nAin't for him, it's just media, see to them it's just images\nBut this sh** is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out \n\n\n\nWhen there's beef you just gotta know when to bu*t in and bu*t out\nIf there's a problem we solve it, if we don't resolve it\nIt usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it\nWe should all get a merit, this much beef we inherit\nAnd wear it like a badge of honor, pa** it around and share it\nAnd let it go to whoever's holdin' the most current people on their shoulders\nAnd their soldiers got their backs till it's over\nBut tonight, we ain't comin' here to beef with nobody\nWe came to party, Banks, Ca$his and Mr. Ferrari\nSo it's Shady Aftermizat back in that a**, you wizza**\nCome hizzon what kinda fuzukin' quizition is that\n(2Pac)\nJust wait until rain turn to sunshine\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug\nIt's for the neighborhood and weed spots that we love\nLost Souls\n(2Pac)\nJust wait until rain turn to sunshine\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug\nIt's for the neighborhood and weed spots that we love\nLost Souls\n(2Pac)\nI'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight\nSome Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right\nLike misdemeanors is a small thang\nWith DJ Quik in this b**h, I let my balls hang\nRunnin through the street lights, cause we like, yo n***a\nGet your mobb on show em what a G like\nAround the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno\nn***as poppin, welcome to our casino, cause you and me know",
    "2pac - Streetz R d**hrow lyrics": "Growing up as an inner city brotha\nWhere every other had a pops and a motha\nI was tha product of a heated lover\nNobody knew how deep it screwed me\nAnd since my pops never knew me\nMy family didn't know what ta do with me\nWas i somebody they despise\nCurious look in they eyes\nAs if they wonder if i'm dead or alive\nPoor momma can't control me\nQuit tryin' ta save my soul, i wanna roll with my homies\nA ticken timebomb\nCan't nobody fade me\nPackin' a 380\nAnd fiendin' for my mercedes\ns**ers scatter\nBut it don't matter i'm a cool shot\nPunks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got\nI'm tired of being a nice guy\nI've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why\nSo they label me a lunatic\nCould care less\nd**h or success\nIs what i quest\nCause i'm fearless\nNow tha streetz r d**hrow\nChorus\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\nI just murdered a man, i'm even more stressed\nWearin' a vest\nHopein' that their aimin' at my chest\nMuch too young to bite tha bullet\nHand on tha trigga\nI see my life before my eyes each time i pull it\nI hope i live to be a man\nMust be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state penn\nCounting pennys over tha years\nI'd done stacked many\nProven wrong those\nWho swore i'd wouldn't live till twenty\nNow they gotta cope\nSince it's tha only thing i know\nIt's difficult to let it go\nI'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry\nHustlin' to keep from gettin' buried\nBut now i gotta move away now\nCause these s**ers wanna spray where i lay down\nMy homie lost his family and snapped\nShot up half tha block to bring them back\nTha streetz r d**hrow\nChorus\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n\n\n\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\n(like it ain't nothin')\nI'm dangerous\nWhen drunk i only drink beer\nGin makes me sin\nUnable to think clear\nHeneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close\nBoom boom boom\nGot me shooting at a ghost\nSome call me crazy\nBut this is what you gave me\nAmongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery\nI sport a vest and hit tha sess to k** tha stress\nMoved out west and i invest in all tha best\nThose who test will find a bullet in they chest\nPut ta rest\nBy a brotha who was hopeless\nGrow up broke on tha rope of insanity\nHow many pistols smoking coming from a broken family\nI'm sick of being tired\nSick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing\nTell bush to push tha bu*ton cause i'm fed\nTired of hearin' these voices in my head\nTha streetz r d**hrow\nChorus\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nThis goes out to my partners in tha live squad (like it ain't nothin')\nAnd all my partners involved in that 187\nWatch your back...\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nThere got to be a better way...\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nThere's too many of us in tha cemetary\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nCome on, what we gonna do now\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n",
    "2pac - Strictly 4 My N.i.g.g.a.z. lyrics": "['Pac speaking]\nYo 'Law!\nIs it cool if a n***a just get f**ed up for this one?\nYeah! Mr. f**-a-Cop is BACK..\nand I still don't give a f**, yaknahmsayin?\nPuffin on this indo.. in the studio with my partners out here\nPacific Heights in the house, know what I mean\n[2Pac]\nI was framed, so don't make the same mistake, n***a\nYou gotta learn how to shake the snakes, n***a\nCause the police love to break a n***a\nSend em upstate cause they straight-up hate the n***az\nSo what I do is get a crew of zoo n***az\nStraight fools into rules and do n***az\nAnd one-time had enough of me\nI'm still raw so the law can't f** with me\nThey wanna send me to the pen, punk picture that\nI stay strapped motherf**ers better get your gat\nIt ain't easy bein me I can't take it\nLife as a celebrity ain't everything they make it\nAnd ever since the movies, these hoes try to do me\nIf they can't screw me, they find a way to sue me\nNow can you picture me coolin, at a night club?\nNothin but love, but motherf**ers wanna mean mug\nSince I wear a lot of gold, they plot\nDon't know what I got, and get shot with the hot ones\nAnd aww yeah, I wanna feel guilty\nbut you punk motherf**ers tried to milk me\nYou'll get smacked behind the hill with my phone on my pager\nIt's beepin while I cut you with my razor\nI'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervous\nI got no mercy for these n***az tryin to serve us\nBut if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm got\nYou love to shoot a n***a but you scared to pop a cop\nNow drop it\n[Chorus: 2Pac]\nStrictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my n***az\nStrictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my n***az\nStrictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my n***az\nStrictly for my n***az makin G's\n[2Pac]\nReflected and disrespected, plus I'm rejected\nYou're just another rapper, who swears he's makin records\nThat's what they said - whenever I would walk by\nI never tripped though - always kept my head up high\nEventually, I knew that I would find my way\nAfter the darkest night, always comes a brighter day\nAnd some would say, that turned away is all you'll get\nI just said, \"bet,\" and never let 'em see me sweat\nCause in the end, I knew that I would have it all \n\n\n\nwhile non-believers, were prayin for my downfall\nAnd some would call, and tell me that they wish me well\nbut in my heart, I'm knowin that they wish me hell\nYo get a real job, rappin doesn't pay the rent\nI hate the studio cause that's where all my money went\nNever surrender, it's all about the faith you've got\nDon't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top\nAnd if you drop, at least you know you gave your all\nBe true to you, and that way you can never fall\nBut beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke\nJust like a rope, they hang on you until you're broke\nAnd when you're broke, they move onto the next dope\nAnd there you are, can't even pay your car, nope\nAnd when you reminisce, thinkin how you got dissed\nremember how it felt, and then remember this\nBe true to you, believe that there's no one bigger\nCause they can all s** dick - it's strictly for my n***az\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\n(This is) This is for the critics if you live up\nPick up my sh** or I'll be back doin stickups\nI better see five stars next to my picture\nIf not, Tupac will cop the glock and come knockin to getcha\nI told you once motherf**er I'm a nut\nPlay me like a bu*t and you'll be bleedin when you're f**ed\nn***az know what's up but they be tryin to hold me down\nI'm comin outta Oaktown, b**h f** around\nAnd it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore\nn***a it's the way you throw them thangs in the war\nAnd to the marks that be talkin all that sh**\nScreamin out the next n***a's name like a b**h\nAnd the n***az that I ran into recently\nThe motherf**ers at the club that pulled the piece on me\nYou little b**hes shoulda pulled the f**in trigga\nNow you live in fear of a heartless-a** n***a\nMr. Troublesome; n***az tried to play me with the gat\nbut like Terminator n***a, I'll be back\nYeah! And I'll be back with a f**in army\nYou tried to harm me -- ruh-ring the alarm G!\nCause most motherf**ers love to act up\nwithout they backup, when they get jacked up they crack up\nIt's strictly for my n***az at the show\nso they know, not to play me like a ho (ho!!!)\nStrictly for my...\n[Chorus 3X (continues afterwards, breaking into ad libs)]",
    "2pac - Strugglin' lyrics": "(feat. Live Squad)\n(Eat a dick up)\n\"Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...\nstill don't nothin move but the money\" -- [Rakim]\n[Verse One: Live Squad]\nStrugglin, jugglin, got it to the black man\nEatin the scams like I was motherf**in Pac Man\nCops step off, you know the flavor\nThey fear the ruffneck n***az with the lunatic behavior\nAnd now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet\nStabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the f**in streets\nIt's like a madness, f** making gravy\nI rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me\nA little rough with a hardcore... theme\nCouldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams\nMad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip\nWith that roughneck n***a named 2Pacalypse\nRepresenting YG'z yo\nFlip Stretch Homicide and my n***a Gambino\nSeek and Po can't forget Money Bags\nStickin up spots and jumpin in Jags\nGotta get ahead and always stay bumblin\nAnd always keep a hand on the gat\nCuz a n***az straight strugglin\n[Verse Two: Live Squad]\nI used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglin\nI thought about bumpin, but mother-f** jugglin\nI know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker\nBut I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it\nLook as I cut the records hard to eject\nA quick clip threw my body down uhh! it's another hit\nI got energy to blast now you want the task here\nCuz of the light a motherf**er shot that a** up\nBut rugged and rough is how I'm steppin \n\n\n\nMac is the weapon, and it's always kept in\nEye on the Mac cause the dogg got it goin on\nIf you come up steppin you'll be lit like a hick\nSo you better chill, cause I got too much money to get\nA street thug in the motherf**in house, I'm strugglin\nGet drunk but I don't think\nI'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch\nWhen I yank up my gun, don't run don't b**h\nCause ya know if you do, you'll be layin in a ditch\nYou'll get your stupid a** blown out the frame\nCause I'm playing to win, and survive in the game\nI'm strugglin\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nBig up, big up, got him in the frame, bang\nAin't nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang\nGuess who's back, to put n***az on they back\nTill I call back, n***az runnin free better fall back\nI'm fifty n***az deep beat sleep\nwith a Mossberg wrapped in my seats\nthree deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz\nStrugglin and strivin, that's how the dough come\nNow get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal\nThrow a bolo so low when I flow yo\nMuch too high to read the signs, I'm blind\nClickin on the nine, out to get mine\nI go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom\nBlowin motherf**ers to the moon\nn***az need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin\nSee me on the block, strugglin\nAnd rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed\nI get in n***az a**, blast\nStraight strugglin",
    "2pac - Sun And The Moon lyrics": "Daniel broke the king's decree,\nPeter stepped from the ship to the sea\nthere was hope for Job like a cut down tree,\nI hope that there's such hope for me\ndust be on my mind's conceptions\nand anything I thought I knew\neach word of my lips' description,\nand on all that I compare to You\n[the preference of the sun was\nto the south side of the farm\nI planted to the north in a terra-cotta pot\nblind as I'd become, I used to wonder where you are-\nthese days I can't find where you're not!]\nmine's been a yard carefully surgace level tended\nfoxes burrowed underground \n\n\n\nmy gardening so highly self-recommended,\nwhat could I have done but let you down?\nthe sun and the moon,\nI want to see both worlds as One!\nmine's been a vivid story, dimly remembered\nand by the hundredth time it's told, halfway true\nof bad behavior well engendered\nwhat good is each good thing we think we do?\n[find a friend and stay close and with a melting heart\ntell them whatever you're most ashamed of-\nour parents have made so many mistakes,\nbut may we forgive them and forgive ourselves]\nthe sun and the moon are my Father's eyes (x1,000)",
    "2pac - Syke interlude t2001 lyrics": "Paroles de la chanson Syke Interlude T2001 :\n(Gunshot)\nThug Life (thug life)\nMicrophone Check (microphone check)\nOutlaw (outlaw)\nMicrophone Check (microphone check)\nWhere you b**h n***as coming from (where you b**h n***as coming from)\nYou don't know (you don't know)\nLook like you a seed (look like you a seed)\nFrom Makaveli The Don (from Makaveli The Don)\nI can hear your style (I can hear your style)\nSounds like Makaveli The Don (sounds like Makaveli The Don)\n2Pac (2Pac)\nMy n***a (my n***a)\nSo much trouble in the world, n***a (so much trouble in the world, n***a)\nThese n***as can't feel your pain (these n***as can't feel your pain)\nThug life (thug life)\nOutlaw (Outlaw) \n\n\n\nForever (forever)\nOh, you b**h, n***as (oh, you b**h, n***as)\nThe hardest n***a (the hardest n***a)\nEver to touch this microphone (ever to touch this microphone)\nGot you b**h, n***as, trailin' his tail (got you b**h, n***as, trailin' his tail)\nI don't know if you catch up (I don't know if you catch up)\nBut yet and still (but yet and still)\nKeep trying, n***a (keep tryin, n***a)\nKeep trying, n***a (keep tryin, n***a)\nThug life (thug life)\nOutlaw (Outlaw)\nForever, n***a (forever, n***a)\nFor eternity (for eternity)\nFor infinity (for infinity)\nSo remember (so remember)\nMakaveli The Don (Makaveli The Don)\nHis thug life (his thug life)\nLives on (lives on)",
    "2pac - Syrup & Soda 1995 lyrics": "Syrup & Soda 1995 [CD 1 & 2]\n(Kay-Kay's personal tape, T-Bone up in Screw's House)\nCD 1:\n1. E.S.G. - Smoke One\n2. Luke - You, Me, She\n3. DJ Screw - Just The Two Of Us (Screw On Tables)\n4. Heavy D - They Love Me\n5. DJ Screw - Loves Gonna Getcha (BDP) (Shout Outs)\n6. Kool Mo Dee - Turn It Up (Screw Mix)\n7. Rollin 4 Deep - Rollin 4 Deep \n\n\n\nCD 2:\n1. Snoop Dogg - 21 Jump Street\n2. Big Mike - This World Of Mine\n3. ? - Skit\n4. Dr.Dre & Ice Cube - Natural Born k**as\n5. Spice-1 & 2Pac - Jealous Got Me Strapped\n6. Kokane - sh**, Goddamn\n7. Slick Rick - Mona Lisa\n8. Scarface - Never Seen A Man Cry\n9. Dr.Dre - High Powered\n10. Notorious BIG - Juicy",
    "2pac - TAG lyrics": "[Intro: Al Right]\nSomething great's gonna tear us apart\nAnd I guess one day I'll be leaving your heart regardless\nOf the days that we threw in the dark\nAre my explanations better than a superstar?\n\u2018Cause one day I'll be reaching the stars\nAnd god bless your face and the way that you are, so heartless\nYou're the b**h I will never recall, is that correct to mention?\n\u2018Cause now I got a new direction\n\u2018Cause now I got a new direction\nUnless you give me more erections\n[Verse 1: Al Right]\nIt is always so appalling the way your body moving\nIn the club I'd be looking for that sh** all evening\nThis ain't a punk so why do you look so mad\nI am just another middle finger to the douchebags\nAnd a f**ing tag problem, uh\nOkay I got it this is something worth solving, uh\nBut if you're looking at me I can't help the non-sense\nThat's right up in my face like I've just seen a phantom\nThis is for my best friends this is for the haters\nThis is for my one thousand fans on my page, no\nThis is for my cell phone f** I need a pager\n\u2018Cause everybody's calling like they want a who*e, just another\nBut I am no longer playing with b**hes\nUnless I got to throw out the dishes and eat a p**y for my breakfast\nI am kind of random this sh** is electric\nf** all handsome, ugly is the new sh**\nWell I am the new sh** come and try to test me\nAnd LPJ had these b**hes down for breast feed\nThis ain't what I aim for but f** it if you mess with me\nI will lead your body corpse up to the airport\nAnd fly you to Miami where the sun is dry\nNo wonder why you've been living in a lie\nI was f**ing with the truth making babies by the dozen\nI ain't f**ing with no youth I don't like my generation\nI'd rather cross words than cross fit\nUse a Apple Bottom Jeans reference to the club, b**h all of this had me noxious \n\n\n\nI'd be looking for the proper ways just lend on templates\nBut these motherf**ers don't have faith\nI guess I'll go on with the beats that I'm making and the b**hes I'm screwing\nI thought we started from the bottom now we're here was a legend\nI'm getting way more confident on my way to the top\nI'm holding puffs I'm not looking to stop\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nTell me baby is it cool to touch?\nTell a man that you can trust, not just a fool to loss\nComing to get you on a bust\nIt's so ironic\nExotic on the verge of erotic\nI'm hitting switches on misses like I been fixed with hydraulics\nMy up and down like a roller coaster, here I come inside you\nI ain't stopping 'til the show is over, cause I'ma rider\nIn and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak\nAnd let you get on top of something to fly about\nCatch you at a club, your hips got me fending\nBody talking quick to me but I can't comprehend the meaning\nNow if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance\nDoing eighty on the freeway, catch me if you can\nForgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man\nAll I want is money, plus the fame I'm a simple man\nMr. International, playa with the pa**port\nJust like Aladdin's switch, get you anything you ask for\nIt's either him or me, the champagne, Hennessey\nA favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies\nWitness as we creep to a low speed, peep what my folks need\nMake some more cheese, funk, ya don't need\nApproachin ladies with a pa**ion, been a long day\nBut I've been driven by attraction in a strong way\nYour body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it\nTime to give it to daddy sugar now tell me how you want it\n[Outro: Al Right]\nThat marijuana got me thinking I could be the one you wanted\nSo goes the end of the story",
    "2pac - Takin' Over lyrics": "[Verse 1: Big Stalks]\nWhen we come through with the takeover, we make the game over\nI'm from the state of Flo-rida and street soldier\nWe drop like boulders 'cause we hittin' hard\nEvery single playa hater know just who we are\nWe the homies from the LayLow I-n-c\nPer-petrating motherf**ers gon' remember me\nI don't pretend to be, so don't hate on me\nSnitchin' to the cops 'cause they want to get rid of me\nTa-ta-talking about you murder me\nHomie, I know you heard of me\nCreeping through the dark in the Oldsmobile\nDrive-by shoot to k**, so watch your step\nBig Stalks won't stop, I keep the p**y wet\nBreak bread or [?]\n1-8-7 on the motherf**in' cops\nYeah, the streets are hard\nIf we want it, we get it\nHomie, it's like that\nIf you got it, I'll take it\nHomie, we ain't fake\n[Hook]\nThey don't need t-t takin' over, we takin' over\nI see you trying on, 'cause we do it better\nHad to watch you seek, we'll be coming over (had to watch you seek)\nBut you better not try to play 'cause the game is over\nWe took it over\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nYou can't break me, never make me busta soft the beats\nThis Outlaw style, got a brother off the streets\nMiss Delores Tucker sue me, I won't stop\n'Til we get justice for these crooked cops, on my block\nTime Warner full of sissies\nTell 'em all to miss me\nA bunch of hypocrites, whistling Dixie\nGood riddance, 'cause you never should've touched me\nYou cowards knew you couldn't take the pressure, I'ma make you sorry\nTrust me\nDid I cry when they dropped me? (nah), can they stop me? (yeah)\nTryna sell 4 million copies\nIf I wasn't spitting, it'd be prison or d**h\nThis rap game all we got left\nSo try to comprehend where we coming from\nLife as an Outlaw, ain't meant for everyone\nSo here we come\nRecognize how we organize\nStrategize now we unified brothers on the rise \n\n\n\nAnd we don't stop\n[Hook]\nWe t-t takin' over, we takin' over\nI see you trying on, 'cause we do it better\nHad to watch you seek, we'll be coming over (had to watch you seek)\nBut you better not try to play 'cause the game is over\nWe took it over\n[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]\nBigg Di-Dogg, push the big hid-ogg\nYou're hoppin' and poppin', how 'bout you hop up off my bid-alls\nGot, dirt on my pid-aws, I, broke a few lid-aws\nIt, really don't matter 'cause I'm only here to spit on\nAnd get on and sh** on n***as\nDo it to 'em D-O-double right on, n***a\nI'm saggin' it, baggin' it, slangin' dubs\nYou motherf**as think The Wash is all soap and suds?\nWhat's up Cuz?\nIf you tryin' to get a dub sack, page me\nThe hoes say \"Dee Loc, you so crazy\"\nPoppin' that sh**, don't faze me\nI need my chips and the dip, it's like gravy\n[Verse 4: Dr Dre]\nNow back to the lecture at hand\nPerfection is expected and I'm feelin' that demand\nLos Ang', broad day gunnin'\nThat ain't no earthquake, it's just Dre comin'\nIf this sh** ain't played, the party ain't bumpin'\nIf I don't show up, the hoes ain't f**in'\n(Real talk) Cali sunshine, come visit\nJust don't stop at stop signs with bullet holes in it\nAll-Star League, you ridin' benches\nI handles my bidness, f** fake n***as\nI sell game a quarter million a track\nSnoop and the Good Doc back with a brand-new sack\nsh**'s wrong, money gone, I'll blast\nOut of town, out of bounds, no pa**\nRunnin' up, talkin' sh**, get smashed\nShoot first, ask questions last\n[Hook]\nThey don't need t-t takin' over, we takin' over\nI see you trying on, 'cause we do it better\nHad to watch you seek, we'll be coming over (had to watch you seek)\nBut you better not try to play 'cause the game is over\nWe took it over, took it over, we took it over, t-t-took it over",
    "2pac - Tales of the Terrorist lyrics": "[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]\nYea, Tales of the terrorist, Tales of the terrorist\nTales of the terrorist, Tales of the terrorist\nFelonious, red blooded American\n[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]\nKansas City (City, City) That's where I really wanna be\nGrime and gritty (gritty, gritty) Back up when I throw that V\nUp in the air (air, air) That's five seven R D V\nAnd you know nare (nare, nare) That'll represent like me\nYo we did it Kansas City, yo we did it, like Biggie say\nMuch love my left mind said that Tech N9ne is Iggy J\nYou can find me off in Kansas City on Saturday at Maniax\nOr at the Motel 6 laying up with two chicks the Lenny and Squiggy way\nOr jack, tripper I'm Tech the rap\nRipper on Cognac, liquor I'm Tech the gat\nClicker I'm up on that, thicker than water track a whipper snap\nWho's tryin' to bring Tony Kennedy, Del Shawn and Chipper back\nSignin' off, rhymin' off, the wall constantly\nTimin' off, never that, clever raps the comp can't be\nCreepin', seepin' through the crevices and hella beefin'\nThinkin' they can stop the heart of Kansas City\nBut the heart of Kansas City is beatin\n[Hook]\nTales of the terrorist, f** the recognition\nBut I guess my record just to reckless for the record business\nWon't sell my soul to chase a check but I be checking n***as\nIndustry put lames in the game like Duncan Pinderhughes\nTales of the terrorist, f** the recognition\nBut I guess my record just to reckless for the record business\nWon't sell my soul to chase a check but I be checking n***as\nIndustry put lames in the game like Duncan Pinderhughes\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nI want money in large amounts\nMy garage full of cars that bounce\nMoving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts\nBusters is jealous and half these n***as is punks\nThey running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump\nThey jump my automatic keep 'em weary\nWhile you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass\nn***a you scary, I been knowing you for years\nWe was high school peers, in Junior High\nI was itching' to k**, and you was, 'Ready To Die'\nWhile you bullsh**ting n***as was dying and catching cases\nBusting my automatics at motherf**er's in foreign places \n\n\n\nLeaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried\nb**hes die in a hurry, still I ride, I'm never worried\nMr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'mma ride\nPick my enemies out the crowd, and motherf**er's die\nIt's not the way I wanna live, my n***a it's how it is\nHomie got into a fight last night, they k**ed his kids in this life I lead\n[Hook]\nTales of the terrorist, f** the recognition\nBut I guess my record just to reckless for the record business\nWon't sell my soul to chase a check but I be checking n***as\nIndustry put lames in the game like Duncan Pinderhughes\nTales of the terrorist, f** the recognition\nBut I guess my record just to reckless for the record business\nWon't sell my soul to chase a check but I be checking n***as\nIndustry put lames in the game like Duncan Pinderhughes\n[Verse 3: DMX]\nf** y'all n***as talkin bout, think you playin wit?\nDouble R, G-UNIT, the same ol' sh** (WHAT!)\nPut the f*ggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit\nAll y'all n***as is p**y, s** my dick!\nAin't nuttin but a handful of man still standin\nI remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was \"Slammin\" (AIGHT?)\nNow we meet again, it's all good my n***a\nBack to the street again, it's all hood my n***a\nKnock on wood my n***a, we both walk the dog\nWe ain't get to where we at by luck, sh** was hard (AIGHT?)\nBut once we got through the trials it's all smiles\n'til a big type n***a all of a sudden get wild\nNow why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from?\nI'mma make you remember, where you know my name from (YEA!)\n45th Street, and BLAOW-BLAOW Ave\nI done ran through your crew and only let off half, n***a!\n[Hook]\nTales of the terrorist, f** the recognition\nBut I guess my record just to reckless for the record business\nWon't sell my soul to chase a check but I be checking n***as\nIndustry put lames in the game like Duncan Pinderhughes\nTales of the terrorist, f** the recognition\nBut I guess my record just to reckless for the record business\nWon't sell my soul to chase a check but I be checking n***as\nIndustry put lames in the game like Duncan Pinderhughes",
    "2pac - Tattoo Tears lyrics": "[2Pac]\nLive back at 'cha Westside baaaaby\nAight f**k it, we gone flip some new s**t now\nYou heard \"All Eyez on Me,\" ni**az know what time it is\n(Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that\nRhymin and stealin, sellin five million\n(Outlaw.. ninety-nine)\nFresh out on bail, ni**az still can't see me\n(Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)\nThat's how it is\nNow we got a new motherf**kin plan, and a new mission\n(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)\nCompetition, so they say, these ni**az is gay\n(Outlaw - Outlaw)\nBlast me? It could never happen\nAt least not while I'm walkin and rappin\nHeard of some ni**az on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me\n(Throw ya hands up, hands up)\nThey can't hide, listen to the rough s**t, my click\n(Throw ya motherf**kin hands up)\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this s**t for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\nsaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this s**t for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears\nNow, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\nDon't want to hurt a soul ni**a, so don't make me\nI got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\nMy enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through\nBut that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll\nnever be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\nEven on the other side brothers die, but ride\nni**az get high off a slow form of suicide\nHide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\nI live my life to f**kin mo', exposin tragically\nHow can we find some peace and ni**az still ain't get a piece\nI know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat\nI'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind\nmake me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin\nForgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\nto become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears\n[Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble]\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this s**t for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\nsaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this s**t for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n[2Pac] Thugged out baby!\n[Young Noble]\nWe don't shed tears we shed blood\nDo you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT?\nWe don't shed tears we shed blood \n\n\n\nDo you still wanna be a thug?\nYo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns\nThe days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends\nSeeking a better path, expose a better half of me\nBlast for me, the task after me\nFor a few years sheddin tattooed tears\nlike Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family\nWe scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time\nOutlawz locked down for some past crimes\nFast dimes made my stash grow smaller\nYour block ain't no harder, fake baller\n[Napoleon]\nni**a it's like this\nI been thuggin just for the cause of it\nOut to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and s**t\nAnd it's all for the pressure\nthat'll make me co*k my s**t up off the dresser\nMade ni**a mafia of course my ni**as gonna test ya\nAnswers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson\nStill stucked up in a f**k session, Jersey where the ni**az flexin\nPo-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by\nWet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye\nNow mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die\nSo ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life\nfor the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin\nBlazed out sheddin tattoed tears\n[Chorus]\n[Kadafi]\ns**t.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die\nSeein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high\nas life replays like time; underhanded schemes\nto get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime\nMy enemies want me squeezed\nThey get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees\nPlease beware we thugs revolution size\nCriminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize\nLocked down, got many shell shocked, now\nHoldin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style\n[Kastro]\nYo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late\nVisions of k**ers en ma*se at the blast mayne\nAs I lay here gatted down and tatted\nKnowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict\nIt's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers\nBeefin and never even, ain't no love in the air\nAnd I suffer my s**t in hell, talkin to the heavens\nWalkin thru the valley of d**h with my fellas\nI lost a lot, startin with hope I tried\nAnd for every tattoo I got a moment I cried\nI'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain\nStep in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain\nI'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear\nAin't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears\nCome on...\n[Chorus (repeats to fade)]\n",
    "2pac - Tattoo Tearz (OG) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nLive back at 'cha Westside baaaaby\nAight f** it, we gone flip some new sh** now\nYou heard \"All Eyez on Me,\" n***as know what time it is\n(baby Outlaw) Pac do it like that (wa**up n***a get ya cash on)\nRhymin' and stealin', sellin' five million\n(Kadafi, Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)\nFresh out on bail, n***as still can't see me\nThat's how it is\nNow we got a new motherf**in plan, and a new mission\n(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot the BDI)\nCompetition, so they say, these n***as is gay\n(yeah n***a, bring it)\nBlast me? It could never happen\nAt least not while I'm walkin' and rappin'\nHeard of some n***as on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me\n(Throw ya hands up, hands up)\nThey can't hide, listen to the rough sh**, my click\n(Throw ya motherf**in' hands up)\n[Hook]\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all n***as can't f** with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this sh** for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears; now keep it hide\nI Said many times busters still can't see\nY'all n***as can't f** with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this sh** for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\nDon't want to hurt a soul n***a, so don't make me\nI got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\nMy enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through\nBut that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll\nNever be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\nEven on the other side brothers die, but ride\nn***as get high off a slow form of suicide\nHide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\nI live my life to f**in mo', exposin' tragically\nHow can we find some peace and n***as still ain't get a piece\nI know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat\nI'm seeing Satan infiltratin', my military mind\nMake me hustle all the time, grind for cash makin'\nForgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\nTo become a man, we sheddin' tattooed tears\n[Hook]\nSaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all n***as can't f** with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this sh** for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (feel me)\nI Said many times busters still can't see\nY'all n***as can't f** with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this sh** for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears\n[2Pac]\nThugged out baby!\nYeah blazed out shedding tattooed tears\n(I been, handlin' stress in this sh** for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears)\nThis for my n***a Young Noble\n[Verse 2: Young Noble]\nCriman*l ways is payin', I'm gettin' payed wit' Lincolns\nn***as turn into a b**h gettin' hit from a gauge is what I'm thinkin'\nHittin' ya back, you ain't kickin' the facts\nFake a** jacks, you and ya b**h team tied up in the back\nI'm holdin' down fo ya, catch a plan it's my orders\nThe game was tought, then I found my name in the source\nLittle n***a, jumpin' GZA, I'm gonna pack the pistol\nAnd slang the white colored crystal\nThe papers stack up, young n***as back up\nGive me the beat and ill tare the track up\nJust in case you wanna act up\n[Verse 3: Napoleon]\nn***a it's like this\nI been thuggin just for the cause of it \n\n\n\nOut to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and sh**\nAnd it's all for the pressure\nThat'll make me co*k my sh** up off the dresser\nMade n***a mafia of course my n***as gonna test ya\nAnswers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson\nStill stucked up in a f** session, Jersey where the n***as flexin'\nPo-po's guessin' if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by\nWet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye\nNow mama cry-cry (cry-cry), but it ain't my time to either die-die (die-die)\nSo ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life (my life, my life in the sunshine)\nFor the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n[Hook]\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all n***as can't f** with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this sh** for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears\nI Said many times busters still can't see\nY'all n***as can't f** with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this sh** for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears\n[Verse 4: Kadafi]\nsh**.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die\nSeein' my opportunities through these bars of hell while gettin' high\nAs life replays like time; underhanded schemes\nTo get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime\nMy enemies want me squeezed\nThey get dumped like 3's, with 57 ways to hit they knees\nPlease beware we thugs revolution size\nCriminals dare be last mental me institutionalize\nLocked down, got many shell shocked, now\nHoldin' down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style\n[Verse 5: Kastro]\nYo I been loosin' sleep, stayin' awake way past late\nWith no hesitation K ll lace em now how the game chasin'\nHold for the good to me let me see who the authorities\nThis shorty had to be the thug n***a, unsupported, never shorted\nWinner, pleasurable sinner plus a rebel and, thuggin' and lovin' it enough to be huggin it like my next to kin\nBust it like a gang of Mexican\nThey want rush them on a solo\nWatch me flexin' on em stolen guns, bustin'\nYou should f** the world before you f** wit me\nYoung n***a sheddin' TEC tears through these next years\nHomie sat me down and think I'm addict now For holding it down all around on these immortal grounds\n[Hook]\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all n***as can't f** with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this sh** for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears\nAnd I said many times busters still can't see\nY'all n***as can't f** with me hahha\nI been, handlin' stress in this sh** for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all n***as can't f** with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this sh** for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all n***as can't f** with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this sh** for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nOutlawz, westside, when we riiide!\n(westside when we ride)\nFollow me, these muthaf**in' cops ain't smart enough to deal with that baby\nWe outlawz, Kurupt drop the heat we drop the sheeit\nWe got n***as fiends you know what I mean\nWestsiiide bad boy k**a mobb deep k**a",
    "2pac - Teardrops And Closed Caskets lyrics": "[2Pac]\n(hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word\nIt's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets\n(throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha)\nTell me how you feel homey\n(Yeah, it took a week to go down)\nYou recollects and see how crazy it sounds\nThe whole town's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound)\n(Now introducin Young Trigga)\nSince birth, eyes set on gettin bigger\nJust anotha wild-a*s ni**a\n(But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT?\n(But Precious was a ghetto girl)\nCouldn't be no s** without that gold Lexus\n(But Lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers)\nSeein visions of people smokin and ni**az catchin vapors\nGot his man from around the corner (we'll call him Lil' Mo)\n(Been in so many reform schools they had to let him go)\n(Here's where the plot thickens)\nThey got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin\n(They call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin)\n(Somebody's gonna die tonight)\nStill no one's knowin, so they kept goin\nCatchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?)\n(Two semi-automatic nines, them ni**az died)\n(Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate\nto d**h and wish they could die) So peep the lesson\nBut wait a minute back to Precious\nShe's snortin dope in the back seat of Trigg's Lexus\nTEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS\n[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone\n[Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets\n[Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS\n[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone\n[Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets\n(Don't let these ghetto streets get you, Precious)\n(was the victim, from a dime to a nickel)\nHopin God's blessings stick with ya\nPicture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin bigger\nFamiliar face, but a man now, it's Lil' Trigga\nNow Lil' Mo was a soldier to the fullest\nDown for his homies, always the first to spit bullets\n(All he wanted was to be a thug)\nNever pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love\n(Here's where it gets ya)\nNow Precious is pregnant, Lil' Trigga is happy\nHe wants to marry her now (not knowin he ain't the daddy)\nBut Precious was lonely while Lil' Trigga was makin dough\nShe's slippin in secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo\nThe neighborhood's buzzin, now people are talkin\nLil' Trigga's gettin pictures of the both of 'em walkin\n(Hand in hand, couldn't understand)\nHow his baby's mama could disapear with another man\n(and his best friend)\nNow jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me\nThen watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see\nThere ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in k**in\nJust the smoke from the cap peelin a man with no feelings \n\n\n\nTEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS\n[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone\n[Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets\nBury you dead and look ahead\nA man with no feelings\n[Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS\n[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone\n[Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets\nThat's all we got left, that's all\n[Outlawz]\nNow with the problems of poverty\nand the tricks to these tales\nHow many people'll die\nhow many'll live to tell\nAlthough best friends before\nLil' Trigga and Mo\n(They in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't know)\nBehind the curtains their privacy lust is already laid down\nThe results is the same with different names and it turns out\n[2Pac]\nY'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town\nLil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out\nThink it's Lil' Mo (was plottin plans on gettin bigger)\n(Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil' Trigga)\nAll the while let's look at Precious\nToo dumb to see what's goin down (too doped up to ask questions)\nUsed to be comrades (but now we blast on sight)\nWhat could be so bad (God, will we last tonight?)\nFrom misdemeanors to felonies, small-time to sellin ki's\nI can't believe the s**t they tellin me\nThey open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops\n(Precious, Lil' Mo and Trigg)\nTEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS\n[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone\n[Pac] Aiy QBIII in this motherf**ker\nTeardrops and closed caskets\nWe dedicate this to all the fallen comrades\n(that's right)\nAll the homies that didn't make it to see this day\n(rest in peace)\n[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone\n[Pac] Yaknahmean? I know it's hard out there, heheh\nwith teardrops and closed caskets\nIt's like that's all we got to look forward to these days\nMurders, brothers dyin, funerals\n[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone\n[Pac] s**t, it's like I done ran out of suits homey\nI done ran out of tears\nKnow we gon' have to do somethin y'all\nWe gon' have to do somethin\n[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone\n[Pac] Cause I know all these mothers is tired of seein the same thing\n(rest in peace)\nTeardrops and closed caskets\nI send this out to M'thulu Geronimo\nand to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers\n[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone\n(to the homey Boonie, rest in peace ni**a)\n[Pac] All the homies that fell, all the homies\nMay God bless your families\nMay you always live in the motherf**kin heart\n[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone\n[Pac] In a thug ni**az heart forever\n(that's right)\nRest in peace ni**a\nMay your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets\nWe can't have peace til the ni**az get a piece\n[Nate] Will I..\n",
    "2pac - Tears from a Star lyrics": "My tears they fall with pa**ion\nLike tears conceived from stars\nFull of brightness & energy\nSeen only from afar\nTonight these tears are\nFull of pain but also I can feel \n\n\n\nrelief from my heart\nBecause the stigma is revealed\nunfaithful and unforgiven\nI cannot bear to let this be\nSo I must be pure\nTo only her for eternity",
    "2pac - Tears from a Star: 4 Me & April lyrics": "My tears they fall with pa**ion\nLike tears conceived from stars\nFull of brightness & energy\nSeen only from afar\nTonight these tears are\nfull of pain but also I can feel \n\n\n\nrelief from my heart\nBecause the stigma is revealed\nunfaithful and unforgiven\nI cannot bear 2 let this be\nSo I must be pure\n2 only her for eternity",
    "2pac - Tears Of A Teenage Mother lyrics": "He's braggin' about his new Jordan's\nThe baby just ran out of milk\nHe's buyin' gold every two weeks\nThe baby just ran out of Pampers\nHe's buyin' clothes for his new girl \n\n\n\nand the baby just ran out of medicine\nYou ask for money for the baby?\nThe daddy just ran out the door\nGirl! I can't believe him\n(I can)",
    "2pac - Tears Of A Teenage Mother - Jasmine Guy lyrics": "He's braggin' about his new Jordan's\nThe baby just ran out of milk\nHe's buyin' gold every two weeks\nThe baby just ran out of pampers He's buyin' clothes for his new girl \n\n\n\nAnd the baby just ran out of medicine\nYou ask for money for the baby\n(What he say?)\nThe daddy just ran out the door\n(Girl, I can't believe him, I can't)",
    "2pac - Tears of a Teenage Mother (Poem) lyrics": "He's braggin about his new Jordan's\nThe baby just ran out of milk\nHe's buyin gold every two weeks\nThe baby just ran out of Pampers\nHe's buyin clothes for his new girl \n\n\n\nAnd the baby just ran out of medicine\nYou ask for money for the baby?\nThe daddy just ran out the door",
    "2pac - Tearz Of A Clown lyrics": "[Verse 1]\n\"Start from the intro\"\nI can't though, it's gonna be too painful\nTo speak of all the evil obstacles my people came through\n\"Equality?\"\nIs not true, I rush to beat the curfew\nI guess nobody told us that the people gotta eat too\n\"The system?\"\nI laugh, cause I don't see no truth left\nAddicted to that crack or raised too high to fight for Yusef\nCan't blame 'em, they slumber, come here ya Casanova\nJust because Mandela is free don't mean the freedom fight is over\nThe beaches, Howard, Virginia and the others\nYa let 'em lynch the brothers and no one will love the mothers\n\"Confused?\"\nYou shouldn't be, my facts are stated clearly\nBut my raps contain no \"wild thing\" so I guess no one will hear me\n\"They're k**in' us?\"\nBut what's new, cause nobody will yell out\nThey're all too busy livin' lavish lives of a sellout\n\"The police?\"\nA big joke, the only time their gun smokes\nIs when they murder brothers after every bone has been broke\n\"Huey?\"\nA hero, although he never tried to be\nDied and since his d**h he is just a victim of society\n\"Well, what's next?\"\nUnity, respect and love your sisters\nWe joke and call 'em b**hes so the crackers try to diss her\n\"We'll k** them?\"\nThat's not the way, it's time to use intelligence\n\"Turn the other cheek?\"\nNever again, it's time for self-defense\n\"How come you're so angry?\"\nCause I'm tired of bein' kept down\nNow it's time to wipe away the tears of a clown\n[Intermission]\n[Verse 2]\n\"Why ya cryin'?\"\nI told ya, I'm tired of livin' life low\nThe rich can beat the lotto, while the poor stay in the ghetto\n\"The president?\"\nElected, but I don't know how it happened\nBetter qualify for rappin', with his gift for senseless yakkin'\nA day for Martin Luther King, now his soul is put to rest\nTurnin' over in the grave next to him is Malcolm X\nForgotten too quickly, it makes me want to hate them\nForgot about his wisdom, he's the latest fashion statement\n\"Red or Blue, what set ya claim?\"\nDoes it make a difference?\nOne day we're gonna work it out and overcome the ignorance\n\"Education?\"\nPropaganda, taught to me in cla**\nHow can we control our future if we're kept from our past?\nWe better live a better way or we won't see another day\nYou can heed the words I say or don't and kiss your life away\nNot tryin' to preach or teach, it is my wish to only explain\nSo many died before me, can I let their lives be in vain?\nSo now we've come to this point, it's time to make decision\nDo we live in self-destruction or escape the realism?\nThey ask me why I'm angry, cause I'm tired of bein' kept down \n\n\n\nMy people, let's unite and wipe away the tears of a clown\n[Intermission]\n[Verse 3]\n\"What ills the children\"\nThe future, for them, I see such sorrow\nThe least that we can do is let them live to see tomorrow\nToo many have been k**ed, it's time to stand up for our rights\nHow can the people \"Fight The Power\", if they can't fight for their life?\nInstead, they fight their wife, beat up if she's not silent\nTime to fight for principles, the brothers get nonviolent\nThe government is so crooked and liberties a hypocrite\n\"The Star Spangled Banner?\"\nJust some patriotic bullsh**\nDestruction of the Panthers another sneak attack plan\nCouldn't stand to see the strength and peace within the Blackman\n\"Where are all the heroes who we thought were so untouchable?\"\nI see 'em pushin' dope and rollin' 'round in BMW\nHow can it not trouble you to see a dyin' species?\nThe world must find peace or find itself ripped up in pieces\nAfflicted with the teaching's, that make ya feel inferior\nSome say the government invents it all, that they just scarier\nPolly want a cracker, but cracker want a sister\nHow come they could see her beauty, but brothers persist to diss her?\nRevolutionary generation on an uprise\nNever will they see another tear from this clown's eye\n[Intermission]\n[Verse 4]\nLivin' the life I live, I have to be positive\nHell's my reality, I chose not to ride in it\nI did want to live fast, I just wanted much cash\nBut punks were persistent, they hunted with gauge blast\nSo I wasn't the violent type, I had to protect my life\nLovin' my brother, but if he steps, I'mma shoot him twice\n(song cut)\nPsychotic society\nIt's hard to find love with those who treat us like enemy\nThey call me a lunatic, I say realistic\nBeware of their politics, it's sick as the sick get\nThe son of a Panther, see pain in my mama's eyes\nCause nobody thanked her for givin' them better lives\n\"Assata Shakur?\"\nAnother auntie, I miss her though\nPlease thank Mr. Castro for keepin' her safe bro\nHow many more of us die before we can see the light\nIt's time brothers work it out, unite for a bigger fight\nWe're still in the same hole and now it's the 90's\nSeems everyone's livin' large, but I ain't got mine G\nBut I got a bill for all the ill ya gave me\nSociety slavery, who's gonna pay me?\n\"Has anybody here seen Yusef Hawkins?\"\nI thought I seen him talkin' with Malcolm walkin'\n\"Where, over the rainbow\"?\nNaw, over the track\nAnother murdered brother, now where's the payback\nTears of a clown\n[Intermission]",
    "2pac - Temptations lyrics": "Yo mo bee main, drop that sh**!\n\"heyyyy!heyy-ayyaahhyy\"\nEricksermon(redman's\"watchyo'nugget\")\n(samplerepeatsuntilfirstverse)\nYouknowwhattime,boo-yaow\nIknowit'stimeforyou\nSograbonebythehandyouknowhati'msayin\nAnduhh,throwupthatfinger\nAyyoyoyothrowy'allfingersup!\nThugstylebaby,thugstyley'know?\nTellmebabyareyoulonely?don'twannarushya\nIcanhelpyaifyaonly,letmetouchya\nIfi'mwronglovetellme,causeigetcaughtup\nAndthelifeiliveishellsee,ineverthoughti'dsee\nThedaywheniwouldcalmdown,youain'theard\nI'vebeenknowntoclownandgetaround,that'smyword\nSeeyouwalkinandyoulookingood,yesindeed\nGotabodylikeas**fiend,you'rek**inme\nWitchaattitudetomatchright,don'tbephony\nCauseihatewhenyouactlike,youdon'tknowme\nI'vebestressininthespotlight,iwantthefame\nbu*theindustry'salotlike,acrapgame\nAin'tnotimeforcommitment,igottago\nCan'tbewityoueveryminutemiss,anothershow\nAndeventhoughi'mknownformyonenightstand\nIwannabeanhonestman,bu*temptationsgo...\n\"heyyyy!heyy-ayyaahhyy\"-->ericksermon(redman's\"watchyo'nugget\")\n(samplerepeatsuntilsecondverse)\nThrowupthefinger!\nAndallmyhomiesgo..\nThrowthemthefinger!\nYaknowwhatbabyit'slike\n*singing*\nIknowyou'vebeensearchinforsomeone\nTomakeyouhappy,andgetthejobdone\nYousayyouneedit,amanwithmoney\nButican'tbethere,andwillyoustillcare\nWillicheatorwillibecommitted,heavenknows\nGettinweakandiwannahitit,sohereigo\nInmyrideandi'mallin,gettinhigh\nIcanhearthepeoplecallin,i'mpa**inby\nEverybodyknowsi'mball-in,andtogod\nGottakeepmyselffromfall-in,butit'shard\nAllthecutiesknowi'munderpressure,whatdoido\nGettinshakywhenshepullthedressup,andsayit'scool\nShouldistrokeorshouldiwaitawhile,youdecide\nIfyoutellmethatyoudon'twantit,that'salie\n\n\n\nMovecloseandletmewhisper,somedirtywords\nInyourearsasikissya,oneverycurve\nSlowdownbabydon'trush,ilikeitslow\nCan'tholditanylonger,soletitgo\nOpenthegates,doyouwannafallupinheaven\nDon'tworry,iletmyselfin,alliheardwas...\n\"heyyyy!heyy-ayyaahhyy\"-->ericksermon(redman's\"watchyo'nugget\")\n(samplerepeatsuntilthirdverse)\nGiveemthefinger!\nAllmyhomiesgo..\nThrowyourfingersup!\nThat'sjustthethuginmegirl,youknow\nPeepoutallmyhomies,y'know,it'slike\n*singing*\nIknowyou'vebeensearchinforsomeone\nTomakeyouhappy,andgetthejobdone\nYousayyouneedit,amanwithmoney\nButican'tbethere,andwillyoustillcare\nAlotofpeoplethinkit'seasy,tosettledown\nGotawomanthat'llpleaseme,ineverytown\nIdon'twannabutigottadoit,thetemptation\nGotmereadytoreleasethefluid,sensation\nSitdownandconversatelikeyouknowme,takemyhand\nCauseeventhugsgetlonely,understand\nEventhehardestofmyhomiesneedattention\nCatchyoublowinupthetelephone,reminiscin\nIwannatakeyoutothemovies,emptypark\nLet'sfindaspotforyoutodome,inthedark\nNowthatit'spa**ion,holdmetight\nDon'tneedlights,icanseeyoubythemoonlight\nIknowyourmanain'tlovinyouright\nYou'relonelyunderpressureneedathuginyourlife\nEnoughtalkin,youwantmetoleave,i'llgettowalkin\nSeeyoulater,causebabyi'maplayer,andalliheardwas\n\"heyyyy!heyy-ayyaahhyy\"-->ericksermon(redman's\"watchyo'nugget\")\n(samplerepeatsuntiltheend)\nGiveemthefinger\nAndallmyhomiesgo..yothishowwegonnadothisinthenine-treyy'know?\nThrowyourfingersup\nY'know?theygonnapeepthis,thishowwerungameonyou\n*singing*\nEverybody,heyy,alright\nHeyy,heyyyeah,heyyyayyy,ohh\n[2pac]\nAllmyn***azgo\nUptowninthe\nGiveemthefinger!\nThrowyourhandsup\nGiveemthefinger!\n",
    "2pac - Tha cypher lyrics": "[Biggie smalls]\n(Verse1)\nMoney, hoes, and clothes\nBlunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a n***a knows\nFlipping on foes, putting tags on toes\nWatching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow\nThe neighborhood gravedigger\nGetting paid so much, all the b**hes want to see a n***a\nI guess they figure I'm paid, I want to get laid\nOr since I got loot, I want to knock boots\nI'd rather beat my dick than trick\nAnd if she don't s**, then we don't f**\nI'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-a** truck\nGrab the 9, two clips, and run amuck\nYes, flex at the two or three Benzes\nI wreck sh**, what the f** you expected?\nA fly guy? Well f** it, I'm the high guy\nFrom Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye\nAnd your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing\nAnd when Jake come, I'm leaving\n[Biggie smalls]\n(Verse2)\nWhen we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths\nJust in case Dread want to riff\nHe get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very\nNot your ordinary: we watch you get buried\nThat's a real n***a for ya\nGet mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer\nSpit at the DA, cause f** what she say\nShe don't give a f** about your a** anyway\nBack up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick\nAnd kicks it quick; you know how black n***as get\nWith the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees\nSmokin weed, flippin ki's, making crazy G's\nHitting buckshots at n***as that open spots\nOn the avenue--take my loot, and I'm bagging you \n\n\n\nPimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos\nFlash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose\nDamn, a n***a's style is unorthodox\nGrip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks\nJust in case a n***a want to act out\nI just black out, and blow they motherf**ing back out\nThat's a real n***a for ya\n[2pac]\n(Verse3)\nIm stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me\nI'd be out on bail, If I had a good attorney\nWanna label me a criminal and cuff me up\nGot a pocket full of money so they rough me up\nI ain't trippin' in the county and im mad as f**\nGot a record so they put me with the baddest bunch\nEverybody wanna talk cause im rappin'\nThey asking me what happend\nIs it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson?\nI can't sleep they taking polaroids\nAnd im tryna' use the phone but they making noise\nMan I wish I had my Glock cause its major\nIm making shanks out the plastics in razors\nThese motherf**ers won't, leave me alone thats my word\n'Bout to turn a violation to a motherf**ing murder\nIm making collect calls to my old b**hes\nSend mo' pictures, and make me some mo' riches\nTo all the s**ers on the block, talking sh** while I was locked up\nBe prepared to be socked up\nCause the game is deep, and the fame is brief\nAnd you bullsh**ting b**hes ain't changing me\nI came straight up out of gutta' I was saved from hell\nIm a thug I was raised in jail, now im out on bail",
    "2pac - Tha Lunatic lyrics": "[Tupac]\nOhh sh**! Jumped on my man's dick\nHeard he had a twelve inch, now the b**h is lovesick\nWho's to blame, the guy or the groupie?\nHeard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me\nOooh-wee! This is the life\nNew b**h every night, never tripped off a wife\nIt ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick\nDon't try to flip with the lip cause I run sh**\nHip hip, hooray for the AK\nSpray when I lay competition, what a great day\nMake pay, next is the wet s**\nHexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex\nI'm set, wonder what I tote, check\nBloody as a coat-check, snappin motherf**ers necks\nRevenge so sweet when it comes from\nn***az get done with the drum, watch my foes run\nn***a keeps comin when they can't slip\nFull of that sh**, another hit from Tha' Lunatic\n[Stretch]\nYeah, f** that God! Word up\nBlowin n***az out the motherf**in frame yaknahmsayin?\nConstantly.. f** that trick, we ain't havin it\n[Tupac]\nLeave me the f** alone, you gets none of this\nIt's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las\nCause I'm nothin nice and, I'm icin like Tyson\nI'm grippin the mic and, my DJ is slicin\nI'm tired of motherf**ers steppin to me with the SAME OLD\nTryin to do me like Nintendo\nHow the f** you think I ever got this far?\nBy bootin motherf**ers like a shootin star\nCause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC\nThink crack had you fiendin, wait'll they get a load of me\nb**hes on my dick, like a motherf**in 'conda\nn***az wanna flip, let em step, and I'll bomb em\nSee somethin you want, why don't you come and get it\nAnd then get waxed and taxed, like the government\nThen I leave you sittin there, wonder where your money went\nWhile your b**h is callin me, tellin me to come again\nn***a I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indo\nBut we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window\nThat's what you provoked, and now you're smoked out\nLookin like a b**h, cause your whole f**in posse, broke out\nPunk motherf**er couldn't roll on\nHe couldn't hold on, game is too strong, n***a \n\n\n\nLeave me the f** alone, you gets none of this\nFeel the wrath.. and revenge of Tha' Lunatic\n[Stretch]\nYeah Tu', tell them motherf**ers, word up\nWe ain't havin it, NONE of that sh**!!\nb**h a** n***az, n***az can't f** with us Tu', word up\nNinety-one, we takin this WHOLE motherf**er over\nn***az got PROBLEMS in ninety-one\nNinety-two, and ninety-three\nand all that other sh**, word up!\n[Tupac]\nRecognize game when it smacks your b**h I'm back to rip\nPuttin this on the map with this mackin sh**\nTime will tell if it's made well\nWell I raise hell and excel cause it pays well\nJordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther\nI'm funky, that's word to the father\nAct like you know 'fore I thump, the bolo\nThought you was a pimp, now you're simpin for my solo\nOh no, not another new jack, swearin that he's ruthless\nDucked, and now he's f**ed and left toothless\nI can hear the fear in your flow, you ain't prepared\nYou're scared and you're bound to go\nIt's somethin, I guess I let the beat keep bumpin\nStop trippin off these n***az cause they ain't about nuttin\nOr should I say NAYthin\nPunk put my tape in, f** all the fake-in\nI'm sick of the bullsh**\nCome equipped and get ready to rip\nor get the dick of Tha' Lunatic\n[Stretch]\nAhhhh yeah! fu*k THAT! (the motherf**in lunatic)\nYouknowhatI'msayin? Yes Tu'!\nTell them n***az what time it is knahmsayin?\n(punk motherf**ers, get the dick of the lunatic)\nn***az can't f** with us, word up\nb**h a** n***az, fu*k EM!\n[Tupac]\nf** all them n***az\nI'm tellin these n***az that they ain't got..\nNAYthin on a n***a like me\nWe squashin these punk motherf**ers in ninety-one\nninety-two ninety-three.. and SO on\nSo let the beat FLOAT on\nWhile I spray these PUNK b*tchES\nwith these dope a** lyrics\nThanks to Poppa for supplyin the DANK\nNow it's money in the BANK\nAnd all y'all n***az sh** STANK\ncompared to this sh**..\nf** y'all punk b**hes!\nTha' Lunatic [ echoes to fade ]",
    "2pac - Tha Streetz R d**hrow lyrics": "Growing up as an inner city brotha\nWhere every other had a pops and a motha\nI was tha product of a heated lover\nNobody knew how deep it screwed me\nAnd since my pops never knew me\nMy family didn't know what ta do with me\nWas i somebody they despise\nCurious look in they eyes\nAs if they wonder if i'm dead or alive\nPoor momma can't control me\nQuit tryin' ta save my soul, i wanna roll with my homies\nA ticken timebomb\nCan't nobody fade me\nPackin' a 380\nAnd fiendin' for my mercedes\ns**ers scatter\nBut it don't matter i'm a cool shot\nPunks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got\nI'm tired of being a nice guy\nI've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why\nSo they label me a lunatic\nCould care less\nd**h or success\nIs what i quest\nCause i'm fearless\nNow tha streetz r d**hrow\nChorus\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\nI just murdered a man, i'm even more stressed\nWearin' a vest\nHopein' that their aimin' at my chest\nMuch too young to bite tha bullet\nHand on tha trigga\nI see my life before my eyes each time i pull it\nI hope i live to be a man\nMust be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state penn\nCounting pennys over tha years\nI'd done stacked many\nProven wrong those\nWho swore i'd wouldn't live till twenty\nNow they gotta cope\nSince it's tha only thing i know\nIt's difficult to let it go\nI'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry\nHustlin' to keep from gettin' buried\nBut now i gotta move away now\nCause these s**ers wanna spray where i lay down\nMy homie lost his family and snapped\nShot up half tha block to bring them back\nTha streetz r d**hrow\nChorus\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n\n\n\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\n(like it ain't nothin')\nI'm dangerous\nWhen drunk i only drink beer\nGin makes me sin\nUnable to think clear\nHeneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close\nBoom boom boom\nGot me shooting at a ghost\nSome call me crazy\nBut this is what you gave me\nAmongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery\nI sport a vest and hit tha sess to k** tha stress\nMoved out west and i invest in all tha best\nThose who test will find a bullet in they chest\nPut ta rest\nBy a brotha who was hopeless\nGrow up broke on tha rope of insanity\nHow many pistols smoking coming from a broken family\nI'm sick of being tired\nSick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing\nTell bush to push tha bu*ton cause i'm fed\nTired of hearin' these voices in my head\nTha streetz r d**hrow\nChorus\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nThis goes out to my partners in tha live squad (like it ain't nothin')\nAnd all my partners involved in that 187\nWatch your back...\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nThere got to be a better way...\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nThere's too many of us in tha cemetary\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nCome on, what we gonna do now\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nTha streetz r d**hrow\n",
    "2pac - Thats Just The Way It Is lyrics": "oohhhhh\nyeh\ncome on come on\n(1st Verse)\nI see no changes\nI wake up in the morning and I ask myself\nIs life worth livin' should I blast myself?\nI'm tired of bein poor and even worse I'm black\nMy stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch\nCops give a damn about a Negro\nPull the trigga, k** a n***a, he's a hero\nSell the crack the the kids, who the hell cares?\nOne less hungry mouth on the welfare\nFirst ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothas\nGive 'em guns, step back and watch 'em k** each other\nIt's time to fight back that's what Huey said\nTwo shots in the dark now Huey's dead\nI got love for my brotha, but we can never go nowhere\nUnless we share wit each other\nWe gotta start makin' changes\nLearn to see me as a brotha instead-a two distant strangers\nAnd that's how it's 'pose to be\nHow can the Devil take a brotha if he's close to me?\nI'd love to go back to when we played as kids, but things change\nAnd that's the way it is.\n(chorus)\nthats just the way it is\nthings will never be the same\nthats just the ways it is\naaw yeah\nthats just the way it is\nthings will never be the same\nthats just the ways it is\naaw yeah\n2x\n(2nd Verse)\nI see no changes, all I see is racist faces\nMisplaced hate makes disgrace to races\nWe under, I wonder what it takes to make this\nOne better place, let's erase the wasted\nTake the evil out the people they'll be actin right\n'Cuz both black and white is smokin' crack tonight\nAnd the only time we chill is when we k** each otha\nIt takes sk** to be real time to heal each other\nAnd I know it seems heaven sent\nWe aint ready to see a black presidant, unh\nit aint a secret don't conceal the facts, the penitentiaries packed\nAnd it's filled with blacks\nBut some things will never change\nYa try to show anotha way but ya stayin in the dope game\nNow tell me what's a motha to do\nBein' real don't appeal to the brotha in you \n\n\n\nYou gotta operate the easy way\n\"I made a G today,\" , but you made it in a sleezy way\nSellin crack to the kids, \"I gotta get paid\"\nWell hey, well thats the way it is\nCome on, come on\n(chorus)\nthats just the way it is\nthings will never be the same\nthats just the ways it is\naaw yeah\nthats just the way it is\nthings will never be the same\nthats just the ways it is\naaw yeah\n2x\n(Talking)\nYou gotta make a change\nIt's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes\nLet's change the way we eat let's change the way we live\nAnd let's change the way we treat each other\nYou see the old way wan'ts workin, so its on us to do what we gotta do, to survive\n(3rd Verse)\nAnd still I see no changes\nCan't a brotha get a little peace\nThere's war on the streets and war on the Middle east\nInstead of a war on poverty,\nThey got a war on d** so the police can bother me\nAnd I ain't never did a crime i aint have to do\nBut now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you\nSo don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up, and pimp smack you up\nYa gotta learn to hold ya own\nThey get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone\nBut tell the cops they can't touch this\nI don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this\nIt's the sound on my tool, you it ain't cool\nMy mama didn't raise no fool\nAnd as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped and i never get to lay back\n'Cuz I always gotta worry bout the payback\nOf some ruff that i ruffed up way back\nComin back after all these years\nRat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat\nThat's the way its is\n(chorus)\nthats just the way it is\nthings will never be the same\nthats just the ways it is\naaw yeah\nthats just the way it is (you're my brotha your my sister, yeah)\nthings will never be the same(neva be the same yeah, yeah aaw yeah)\nthats just the ways it is\naaw yeah\nSome things will never change",
    "2pac - The 25,000 Pyramid lyrics": "In progress...",
    "2pac - The Blueprint 2.1 Artwork * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - The Case Of The Misplaced Mic lyrics": "2pac (DJ Bizzy)\nThey finally did it (whats that?)\nThey stole the mic i grip\nNow that its Gone (whats wrong?)\nI'm feelin' tired and sick\n(How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long\nWhen i woke up (what happened brotha?)\nMy Microphone was gone\nFirst I paniced (how?)\nI put the cops on the case\nBut they was stumped (damn)\nWithout a clue or a trace\nSo as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health\nIf i want my microphone back I'll find it myself\nSo I picked up the phone (For what?)\nI called Dizzy (Whats up?)\nMy Mics gone (Wurd?)\nLets get Busy\nBefore I told Dizzy what I wanted to Do\nHe was over at my house with the TMS crew\nHe said (Word is out on every mouth on the street\nNow that its gone its not long 'til your beat)\nAnd then it hit me (DAMNNN)\nI got a battle at 6\nWith out my microphone\nI'm guaranteed to get whipped\nYa might think its unbelievable\n\n\n\nBut word to the strength\nWhen it comes to rockin rhymes\nIm a musical nimth\nThey Gave me other mics\nBut yo it wasn't no use\nI tried to rock it (one-two one-two)\nBut I couldn't get loose\nI said forget it\nYa microphone or not\nAnd I got to do this\nGive it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?)\nIt'd be the first time I lost\nBut if I beat 'em it'd finally prove that I'm the boss\nI grabbed my leather jacket\nWalked through the streets\nWas hopin and payin\nStrictly dope won't get beat\nI begin to get hyped\nI was ready to fight\nYo I was confident that I win\nTo hell with the mic!\nI hop on to the stage\nDizzy started the beat\nThe s**a shivered\nBecause he tasted defeat\nThen I signaled to Dizzy\nBust a rhyme wit my head\nPerpetrator fell back (HA!)\nAnd then he was dead\nI was happy as hell\n'Cause I was lucky that night\nPut my hand in my pocket\nAnd there was my mic\nhaha\n",
    "2pac - The Case Of The Misplaced Mic Ii lyrics": "Verse 1 - 2pac (DJ Bizzy)\nThey finally did it (whats that?)\nThey stole the mic i grip\nNow that its Gone (whats wrong?)\nI'm feelin' tired and sick\n(How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long\nWhen i woke up (what happened brotha?)\nMy Microphone was gone\nFirst I paniced (how?)\nI put the cops on the case\nBut they was stumped (damn)\nWithout a clue or a trace\nSo as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health\nIf i want my microphone back i'll do it my self\nSo I picked up the phone (For what?)\nI called Dizzy (Whats up?)\nMy Mics gone (Wurd?)\nLets get Busy\nBefore I told Dizzy what I wanted to Do\nHe was over at my house with the TMS crew\nHe said (Word is out on every mouth on the street\nNow that its gone its not long 'til your beat)\nAnd then it hit me (DAMNNN)\nI got a battle at 6\nWith out my microphone\nI'm guaranteed to get whipped\nYa might think its unbelievable\nBut word to the strength\nWhen it comes to rockin rhymes\nIm a musical nimth\nThey Gave me other mics\nBut yo it wasn't no use\nI tried to rock it (one-two one-two)\nBut I couldn't get loose\nI said forget it\nYa microphone or not\nAnd I got to do this\nGive it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?)\nIt'd be the first time I lost\n\n\n\nBut if I beat 'em it'd finally prove that I'm the boss\nI grabbed my leather jacket\nWalked through the streets\nWas hopin and payin\nStrictly dope won't get beat\nI begin to get hyped\nI was ready to fight\nYo I was confident that I win\nTo hell with the mic!\nI hop on to the stage\nDizzy started the beat\nThe s**a shivered\nBecause he tasted defeat\nThen I signaled to Dizzy\nBust a rhyme wit my head\nPerpetrator fell back (HA!)\nAnd then he was dead\nI was happy as hell\n'Cause I was lucky that night\nPut my hand in my pocket\nAnd there was my mic\nhaha\n(now why you tell em that?)\nThe case of the misplaced mic\nVerse 2 2pac (Rock T)\nI'm down with Strictly Dope\n(so?) That means I'm more than you can handle\n(hot?) I'm hotter than the wax from a candle\n(me?) That's Rock T he's my microphone companion\n(Lyrics?) Full of knowledge truth and understandin'\n(hobbies?) Rappin' is my only recreation\n(retire?) Ya must be on some kind of medication\n(why!?) Cuz I'll never loosin up my mic grip\n(d**?) Never cuz i'm livin on the right tip\n(Sex?) Only with my girl becasue I love her\n(Babies?) Impossible I always use a rubber\n(board?) Rarely 'cause I'm keepin' myself busy\n(scratch?) Nah, I leave the cuttin' up to Dizzy\n",
    "2pac - The Coff lyrics": "[Intro]\nYeah, its that motherf**er GP again n***a\nAnd i'm back, lettin these n***as know\nHow a n***a was doin it when he was federal\nI'm f**in with my n***a Hollis again, yeah fresh out the pen\nAnd i'm lettin em know, in the year 2001, it's on\n[Chorus X2]\nG-P, nothin soft, known to break em off\nAnd i'll blast em, in the neck, for respect and make em cough\nb**h a** motherf**in n***as\nCoughin up the blood and now they figure\n[Verse 1]\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R, O-U-G\nAnd i'll blast that a**\nWith the shank, don't need no uzi\nTryin to do me, a true G\nBut i'm not Jimmy Walker\nWith the blade, I get to be played\nI'll leave your b**h a** coughin\nUp the blood\nYou f**in with a blood\nFresh out the pen\nBut it went back on my violation\nHad to blast that n***a again\nCos these b**h a** n***as can't fade me\nCos I push that steel like i'm crazy\nTryin to play me\nFor the weed and the keys and the jeep\nI'll go nuts\nGotta cut your punk a** open\nCos I gotta deal with them guts\nGot me, blood, so tough\nf**in with a k**a n***a from the Heights\nWith a professional k**a, n***a\nWho quick with that knife\nBut on the street\nI pack that heat, yes i'm G-P\nAn O-G\nBut the DPA got k**a n***as tryin to see me\nAnd bleed me\nFor some sh** I did 10 years ago\nI got n***as tryin to see me now\nBack then I was 10 years old \n\n\n\n[Chorus X2]\n[Verse 2]\nFools hearts is pumpin\nCos my pump is pumpin\nAnd they scared of me\nThey say, I k** for the thrill\nGot your b**h a** scared to breath\nScared to leave, your house\nCos you think I might be out\nI'm the one they talkin bout\nI'm the one who still got the clout\nTryin to duck a G\nBut you stuck with me\nTryin to f** with me\nTry your luck with me\nNever again my friend\nYou'll be lucky to breath\nI'm on a mission\nRevenging\nReminicing on my enemies\nFate to be\nFor the n***as I smoke\nPourin out that henessy\nIt's me\nRemember me\nWay back in 88\nWhen n***as was coppin dubs\nI'm the n***a coppin cakes\nBumper to bumper\nBut you stuggle\nAnd I might aswell let them know\nI'm the freshest n***a from the hood\nCos i'm federal\nThey hated me\nDegraded me\nTill I came back home\nFor my target n***a, what\nStraight back to the dome\nYou f**in with a thug\nThen you might get drugged\nIn a puddle of blood\nWhen I roll away\nBlown away\nTill I rolled i'll get that bud\n[Chorus X2]\nYeah, b**h a** n***as\nYeah, i'm just lettin these motherf**ers know, n***a, I went federal\nn***a I was pushin that motherf**in steel up in motherf**ers neck\nFor this motherf**in respect\nYeah, you know, Chi-Town be the city n***a, 9-1 sickness\nPour the motherf**in hen, represent to the fullest\nn***a",
    "2pac - The Depths Of Solitude lyrics": "I exist in the depths of solitude\npondering my true goal\nTrying to find peace of mind\nand still preserve my soul\nConstantly yearning to be accepted\nand from all receive respect\nNever compromising but sometimes risky\nand that is my only regret \n\n\n\nA young heart with an old soul\nHow can there be peace\nHow can i be in the depths of solitude\nwhen there are two inside of me\nthis duo within me causes\nthe perfect opportunity to learn and live\ntwice as fast as those who accept simplicity",
    "2pac - The Don k**uminati: The 7 Day Theory lyrics": "LINER NOTES 1. Bomb First (My Second Reply) featuring E.D.I. & Young Noble\nWritten by: Makaveli, E.D.I., Young Noble\nPublished by: Joshua's Dream/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)/Big Simon Says Publishing/WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Thug Nation Music/Universal Music Corp. (ASCAP)\nProduced by: Darryl \"Big D\" Harper\nEngineer: Tommy Daugherty\nAssistant Engineer: Lance Pierre\n2. Hail Mary\nFeaturing: The Outlawz\nWritten by: Makaveli, Kastro, Young Noble, Kadafi, Tyrone Wrice, Prince Ital Joe, Fetal\nPublished by: Joshua's Dream/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)/Hurt Em' Bad Music/Big Simon Says Publishing/WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Yaki Kadafi Music/Universal Music Corp. (ASCAP) Royal Safari Music/Songs Of Universal, Inc. (Bmi)/Gimmie Minz Music/Songs Of Universal Music (BMI)\nProduced by: Hurt-M-Badd\nEngineered by: Tommy Daugherty\nAssistant Engineer: Lance Pierre\n3. Toss It Up\nWritten by: Makaveli, Aaron Hall, Danny Boy, Dimitri Ship, Reggie Moore, KC & JoJo Hailey\nPublished by: Joshua's Dream/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)/Big Simon Says Publishing/Wb Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Jamron Publishing/EMI April Music, Inc\nProduced by: Dametrius Ship & Reggie Moore\nEngineered by: Steve Anarden\nMixed by: Dametrius Ship & Troy Staton\nRecorded at: Ameraycan Studios, North Hollywood, CA\n4. To Live and Die in L.A\nFeaturing: Val Young\nWritten by: Makaveli, Val Young, QDIII\nPublished by: Joshua's Dream/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)/Val Young Publishing/Music of Windswept/Deep Technology/QDIII Sound Lab/E.G.N. Art Muzick (ASCAP)\nProduced by: QDIII for QDIII Productions\nEngineered by: Tommy Daugherty\nAssistant Engineer: Lance Pierre\n5. Blasphemy\nWritten by: Makaveli, Tyrone Wrice, Ital Joe\nPublished by: Joshua's Dream/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)/Hurt Em' Bad Music (ASCAP)/Big Simon Says Publishing/WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Royal Safari Music/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)\nProduced by: Hurt-M-Badd\nEngineered by: Tommy Daugherty\nAssistant Engineer: Lance Pierre\n6. Life of an Outlaw\nFeaturing: The Outlawz\nWritten by: Makaveli, E.D.I., Kastro, Young Noble, Napoleon, Big D\nPublished by: Joshua's Dream/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)/Big Simon Says Publishing/WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Thug Nation Music/Universal Music Corp. (BMI)\nProduced by: Makaveli, Darrell Harper\nEngineered by: Tommy Daugherty, Lance Pierre\n7. Just Like Daddy\nFeaturing: The Outlawz \n\n\n\nPublished by: Joshua's Dream/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)/Big Simon Says Publishing/WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Thug Nation Music/Universal Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Yaki Kadafi Music/Universal Music Corp. (ASCAP)\nContains a sample of \"Impeach the President\" (The Honey Drippers) Swing Beats Songs (BMI) Courtesy of Tuff City Records\nProduced by: Hurt-M-Badd\nEngineered by: Tommy Daugherty, Lance Pierre\nMixed by: Lance Pierre, Tommy Daugherty\n8. Krazy\nWritten by: Makaveli, Big D, Bad Ass\nPublished by: Joshua's Dream/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)/Big Simon Says Publishing/WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Double Dollar Sign Music\nProduced by: Darryl \"Big D\" Harper\nEngineered by: Tommy Daugherty\nAssistant Engineer: Scott Gutierrez\n9. White Man'z World\nWritten by: Makaveli, Big D\nPublished by: Joshua's Dream/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)/Big Simon Says Publishing/WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)\nProduced by: Darryl \"Big D\" Harper\nEngineered & Mixed by: Tommy Daugherty, Lance Pierre\nAssistant Engineer: Scott Gutierrez\n10. Me and My Girlfriend\nWritten by: Makaveli, Ricky Rouse, Tyrone Wrice, Big D\nPublished by: Joshua's Dream/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)/Hurt Em' Bad Music (ASCAP)/Big Simon Says Publishing/WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Gypsy Man Music/Songs of Universal, Inc (BMI)\nProduced by: Makaveli, Darryl Harper, Hurt-M-Badd\nEngineered & Mixed by: Tommy Daugherty, Lance Pierre\nTracking Engineer: Guy Snider\nAssistant Engineer: Scott Gutierrez, John Morris\n11. Hold Ya Head\nFeaturing: Tyrone Wrice\nWritten by: Makaveli, Tyrone Wrice\nPublished by: Joshua's Dream/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)/Hurt Em' Bad Music (ASCAP)/Big Simon Says Publishing/WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)\nProduced by: Hurt-M-Badd\nEngineered by: Tommy Daugherty\nAssistant Engineer: Lance Pierre\n12. Against All Odds\nWritten by: Makaveli, Tyrone Wrice\nPublished by: Joshua's Dream/Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)/Hurt Em' Bad Music (ASCAP)/Big Simon Says Publishing/WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)\nProduced by: Hurt-M-Badd\nCo-Producer: Makaveli\nEngineered by: Tommy Daugherty, Lance Pierre\n~ Final Credits ~\nWAR TIME!\nWorldwide, Nationwide, Citywide, Real n***as Do Real Thingz\nExit - 2PAC\nEnter - MAKAVELI\nExecutive Producer: Simon\nDigital Editing: Justin Isham\nPainting by Ron \"Riskie\" Brent\nKC and JoJo of Jodeci appear courtesy of MCA Records COPYRIGHT / DISTRIBUTION",
    "2pac - The Eternal Lament lyrics": "[Celina speaking]\nYo this Celina (Ooh)\nWith a C (Yeah)\nPac you saved me when I was fifteen\nWithout even being here\nNow I'm twenty-two and I'm still here (Ooh, ooh)\nThis one's for you, uh huh (Yeah) yeah\n[Verse 1 - Celina]\nLet me take a minute to re-check myself\nI been going through a lot and I been praying for some help\nI feel the fire burning deep in my chest\nCuz you pa**ed the torch and I know that I've been blessed\nWith ability, I can do what I do\nI can't complain cuz I got a new attitude\nIf you change the game I can change it too\nI did enough chilling now I'm making my moves\n[Hook]\nThank you to the ones who made this for me\nI'm trying to be everything you want me\nAnd when I'm done no matter what or where I been\nYou know I'm down to do it all again\nPut my mind to the depths of my soul\nI yearn to achieve all my goals\nAnd all my time will be spent\nOn the ones I miss, I will lament \n\n\n\n[Verse 2 - Celina]\nAll the things you taught me made me who I am\nI here my people talking about the things that need to change\nFor this new generation but nobody's taking action\nWe can't keep fighting and forever struggling\nBut you were the one, you left the to's\nAnd now it's time for us to, to bring a new\nYou could've saved the world but you did saved your girl\nYes you did and I am here to let you know that I thank you, thank you\n[Hook x2]\n[Celina speaking]\nI will miss you forever\nNo one will ever take your place\nFor the ones I miss, eternally\nI will lament\n[Verse 3 - Celina]\nI know that I've been blessed with ability, I can do what I do\nI can't complain cuz I got a new attitude\nIf you change the game I can change it too\nI did enough chilling now I'm making my moves\n[Hook]\n[Celina to fade]\nI yearn to achieve all my goals\nAnd I yearn to achieve to all my goals\nYeah, oh",
    "2pac - The Eternal Lament (Poem) lyrics": "From my mind 2 the depths of my soul\nI yearn 2 achieve all of my goals\nAnd all of my free time will be spent\nOn the 1's I miss I will lament\nI am not a perfectionist\nBut still I seek perfection \n\n\n\nI am not a great romantic\nBut yet I yearn 4 affection\nEternally my mind will produce\nways 2 put my talents 2 use\nand when I'm done no matter where I've been\nI'll yearn 2 do it all again.",
    "2pac - The Fear In The Heart Of A Man lyrics": "Against an attacker I will boldly take my stand\nBecause my heart will show fear for no man\nBut for a broken heart I run with freight\nScared to be blind in a vulnerable night\nI believe this fear is in every man\nSome will acknowledge it, others will fail to understand \n\n\n\nThere is no fear in a shallow heart\nBecause shallow hearts don't fall apart\nBut feeling hearts that truly care\nAre fragile to the flow of air\nAnd if I am to be true then I must give my fragile heart\nI may receive great joy or you may return it ripped apart",
    "2pac - The Fear in the Heart of a Man (Dedicated 2 My Heart) lyrics": "against an attacker I will boldly take my stand\nbecause my heart will show fear 4 no man\nbut 4 a broken heart I run with fright\nscared 2 be blind in a vulnerable night\nI believe this fear is in every man\nsome will acknowledge it others will fail 2 understand \n\n\n\nthere is no fear in a shallow heart\nbecause shallow hearts don't fall apart\nbut feeling hearts that truly care\nare fragile 2 the flow of air\nand if I am 2 be true then I must give\nmy fragile heart\nI may receive great joy or u may return it\nripped apart",
    "2pac - The Good Die Young lyrics": "[Talk]\nThese is hard times we livin' in\nChurches burnin, planes fallin from the sky\nMurder, the good die young\nThe good definitely die young\nThis is a lil' somethin'\nTo help you get through the day\nIf you could\nIt was more than a tragedy\nEmotions be grabbin' me\nPlane fell from the sky\nWe tryin' to figure what happened\nBurnin' churches, fearin' God\nWho can be so cruel\nWe all ignorant to AIDS\nTill it happens to you\nJust be a man, make plans\nListen to your voice\nA woman's tryin' to make decisions\nWe should leave them a choice\nCause who are we to say who lives and die\nBreathes and stops\nAll this judgement on other lives\nNeeds to stop\nWhat are we livin' for\nGivin' more back than takin'\nOn my knees still waitin' for my own salvation\nNow I feel abandoned\ncause Pat Bucanan say I'm greedy\nYou can take my taxes, send me to war\nBut can't feed me\nIt's so easy to regret things\nAfter they done\nBabies catchin' murder cases\nScared to laugh in the sun\nThe tragedies that we all need\nLove in doses\nIn times like these we feel closest\nThe good die young\nDoes anybody have an answer why\nIt seems the good die young\nCan anybody tell me why\nCan anybody tell me why [2x]\nNow in my world will it get worse\nWhen I been trapped since birth\nBut I had to sleep in a hearse\nCause it was my bed first\nMy grands probably burnin'\nTurnin' in they grave\nSome folks ain't even get to see a high age\nBut they did so I ain't afraid\nAnd this money got me feelin like a star\nAnd this murder got me\nFeelin like my d**h ain't far\nAnd the land (?) and stolen cars\nDon't get no better\nDon't get no weaker or no harder\nI was raised in a rush without my moms\nAnd my father\nSo tell me somethin\nIf I grab my gat and get the dumpin'\nWould God get to lookin' at me funny\nRest in peace to my mother Aquillah Beale\nRest in peace to my father Salek Beale\nRest in peace to my grandparents\nAnd thug in peace to my brother Seike\nYou know I love you\nWitch world first storms (?) and then Al\nPac and then Yak\nRedrey (?) Brown\nCoulda' sworn I seen ya face in a cloud\nFamily grievin' on your last breath\nClose to the heart whether you know it or not\nI swear the love won't stop\nJewel, that's my boo\nMom, Duke and Lou\nFrom jump\nYou kept it true, helped to feed the crew\nThe good die young\nLivin' fast jumpin' the gun \n\n\n\nMama blamin' the community for k**in' her son\nMy cousin Darren wasn't scared of goin'\nBut never knowin' he was dyin' slower\nI guess I see ya when I see ya soulja\nDoes anybody have an answer why\nIt seems the good die young\nCan anybody tell me why\nCan anybody tell me why\nI know my life ain't promised\nThat's why the wise move in silence\nan*lize these scandalous times\nIt's hard dogg but we manage\nSchools turn to war zones\nEven homes unsafe\nLeavin' children to play caged and raged\nThey hate, how come\nSomeone explain why the good die young\nWhy the bad die slow and outlive everyone\nIt's time somethin' is done\nFor our young kids\nThey growin' opus (??)\nThat ain't the way to live\nTell me why\nDays go past and as they pa*s\nTime move quicker\nNo time for wastin'\nPut your hustle down my young dealers\nCause the end is nearer\nBut at least that's what they tellin' me\nHell, all I know brothers\nAin't ridin' 4 3 felonys\nIt's time to plan, plot, and strategize\nCapitolize, mobilize\nWe in the war y'all\nIt's for all y'all\nMy family to the ones that stabbed (?) me\nLittle bit mo' love is what's recommended\nYeah, and it's plain to see\nThe seeds from you and me\nGon' be the ones to lead us towards unity\nThat's if we treat them right\nMan, teach them right\nRaise your kids better than you was\nAnd see what it does\nBut if you don't\nMan, we sho' to be done\nWe'll all see exactly why the good die young\nDoes anybody have an answer why\nIt seems the good die young\nCan anybody tell me why\nCan anybody tell me why [2x]\n[Talk]\nThis is for all my homeboys that pa*sed away\nAnd all yo' homeboys that pa*sed away\nI send this out to all the fallen soldiers\nThat's in the cemetaries buried\nNever got to see they dreams\nFor everything I touch you touch\nFor every step I take you take\nFor every breath I breather you breathe\nEvery dollar I make you make\nI told you we'd make it to the sunshine one day\nYou just got there a little quicker\nBut like my homeboys Thugs say\nI'll catch ya at the crossroads\nThe good die young\nThis song is dedicated to all them\nYoung kids and people that are innocent\nThat died young\nAt Columbine High\nRest in Peace (Oklahoma)\nOutlawz\nLil' young Xzandafer\nTasha, all them\nAll the fallen kids\nThe dead babies\nThe closed caskets\n",
    "2pac - The Government lyrics": "[Intro]\nDamn son, n***as stay doing it to us son\nYou gone son, n***as think its a coincidence\nn***as be stopping us before we even get started\nThis is under attack baby, we going to ride though, watch us son\n[Hook]-2pac X2\nSome say the Government will watch me\nBut they can't stop me\nI'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse\n[unknown rapper]\nYo uh yea, see the lying in my eyes when I'm coming for the get back\nBig mac, co*k gunfire, hot tires they burning, they got us all dying and burning\nThey lying to destroy our earth, little birth diseases\n30 millionth church for Jesus\nAnd still our young eating out cans\nChiefing grams and weapons, I sold my first swam at seven\nA smidget after first grade, shirt sprayed with talents\nYou made us hurt making the balance\nInstead of preaching violence and fear\nSilenced shares we moving, The evil go ahead a movement\nOr share me the spiritual form, hear us form rebellion\nWe gathered up the strong and felons\nThe youth and all the poverty strain and were all the poverty dwelling\nThe story that the pottery telling\nYou find all in potter's field or the government files\n[Hook]-2pac X4\n[Verse 2]-2Pac\nDave Duke sure look cute in that black suit Oooohhh\nBut even cuter behind the barrel of my six shooter ooh\nYou look worried cause I ain't buried\nPunks leave in a hurry cause I throw flurries making mothaf**as, scurry\nCome feel the flavor from my single \n\n\n\nAnd brain cell's tingle I'm feeling stronger than a f**in mad Dingo\nAnd uh How's that for black history?\nI stay strapped, and love to jack those that slang that crack misery Ha\nCause being a n***a means you love n***as\nBut how could you love n***as if you trying drug n***as?\nYou motherf**as need your caps peeled\nCause when blacks k** blacks we stay trapped and thats, real\nAnd we don't need no more statistic's\nIt's time to get more realistic for the young the black and the gifted\nAnd uh\nUntil my people get uplifted\nThere's no popping sh**, just popping clips instead of marching we gon' rip\nsh**\n[Hook]-2pac X4\n[Unkown Rapper please figure out RG]verse 3\nYo whoever shot 2Pac amaru shakur\nWill forever be a dead man laying on the floor\nRevolutionary thug sh** dieing for every young poor black mother in the middle of the ghetto\nWe never had a chance to appreciate life\nThe government got a plan to eliminate the life\nOf every black soul on the slavery land\nAnd oppositions we abolishing a slavery plan, pay attention every serious political band\nGot a division full of k**ers imperial scams\nThey wanna k** us all off and incarcerate the family of anyone opposing the war\nThey want us all to appreciate d**h and believe up in the white god praying to the heavens above\nIma never let a devil come separate the adamic covenant, The potter's field criminals coming for the government",
    "2pac - The Hell Raiser (OG) lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nWhen I was comin' up rough, wasn't even what you callin'\nThat's why I smoke blunts now, and run without alcholic\nThat will explain the way I came, here we go\nJust give me my dough then do the show then I'm out of [?]\nRunnin' in the back seat, sippin' on that Guinness\nf**in' with a MAC-10 ready to be menace\nTime to hit the projects that's what the ballers will\nFifty n***as mad deep, so [?] as well\nI got my pager and my razor and nuttin' new and run cruel\nIn case a motherf**a wanna bust through\nI'm rollin' through the projects loc'd, where they at, where they at, there ya go\nThem b**h a** n***as hold down the block\nThe one that told the cops; I gotta Glock\nAy yo it don't stop Pop pop pop\nAnd hit the pedal one less motherf**er in the gallon\nThat's how we do it in the Oaktown g\nf** around and get smoked down, see\nn***as on my tail so I'm ghost\nOne way take it to the East Coast\nPlease give me [?]\nWoudn't hesitate to blaze ya\n[Refrain]\nHell raiser hahaha\nThe hell raiser\n[Verse 2]\nStrapped with gats at a young age\nGotta hole of a gauge, and make a motherf**er front page\nHigh top to the block like a cop\nHopin' open operation slangin' rocks\nFirst I gotta crew full of hustlers\nAnd f** motherf**ers, them n***as can't touch us\nAnd now we gotta problem to come , you know my ammo\nDead bodies fillin' the Bronx\nThe other dealers wanna do me , I'm [?]\nGot the Glock co*ked , s**er don't jack me up\nf** a drive by, n***a take DNA\nMurder him up on a frame and knock his a** out the game\nBoom boom! was the headlines\nYoung n***a turn k**a if the deadline\nTeam tucked was some n***as from Queens\nNow we're the loudest motherf**er on the scene \n\n\n\nGettin' paids at a mad rate\nRunnin' up on the face\nAnd hit the snakes in a bad way\nThem n***as don't wanna, stack\nf** around and breathe your last breath\nRun on me or get your a** capped\nWith a 12 gauge blast to get back\nI'm out to have this n***a, I'm touched\nShootin' motherf**ers within ruff\n[Refrain]\nThe hell raiser\nThe hell raiser\n[Verse 3]\nEverybody frees, n***as on they need , hush\nFirst n***a talk and I bust , trust\nRun up on your stupid a** , give me that\nPeelin' caps back quicker than a snap from my jimmy hat\nPicture that now, picture this I'm on foot now\nRunnin' through the streets with my hit list\nPistols co*kin' and it jackin' at them bustas\nn***as want funk but the punks can't touch us\nAnd now they got me trapped better k** me\nPay back's motherf**er n***a feel me\nWe runnin' on all the n***as in the dark\nWith fully automatic to they heart (pull the sh** motherf**er)\nThis is where the punch starts n***a wasn't checkin'\nQuicker to me steppin' until I start lettin' off my weapon (buck- buck- buck- buck-buck-buck)\nThe sh** I heard em n***as screamin' no but they wasn't screamin' no before\nNow them n***as, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go go\nHit the fo, [?]the fury of my 44\nThem n***as I don't trust tryna rush me\nBuck buck double line in your guts g\nAnd when I die there'll be never , hell raiser crazy motherf**er\nI came up with my criminal behavior, wouldn't hesitate to blaze ya\n[Outro + Refrain]\nThe hell raiser (I see you all motherf**ers now)\n(b**h a** motherf**ers)\n(you love to point your f**in' finger huh)\nThe hell raiser\nThe hell raiser\nThe hell raiser",
    "2pac - The Journey lyrics": "\n\n\n\nfloatin through space in a cosmic dream traveling a path that is unseen/cause were in a new dimenshun releasing all the stress pain and tenshun/cause my lyrics are bringin a whole new level i traveled the abyss and i slayed the devil/but that was just a dream so fear not hear not as i scream out GOD'S name in vain because im insane bringin much pain to emcees in this game/because this game i play is not the same i play this game a whole new different way/so put down your head in shame as i aim a 380 automatic to the back of your brain/cause that you'll try to harm me cause im one crazy insane one man army/now prepare yourself to step into my domain its a house full of terror horror and much pain/but its the place where i live where i dwell an indignation a vision of hell/in my imagination i see myself walin through the lake of fire demons beside me sins of desire/and i will aquire another emcee to take a trip with me and we'll go slay the demon beast on this journey/verse 2 its all consiracy engraved in gold an invitation to our d**hs so woe behold/i see the signs of the times and now im lookin to the future and its lookin dim/because the the times we all dread are still ahead and im tryin not forget what the bible has said/end times apocolyse six six six and awhole lot of other crazy sh**/fire brimstone fallin down from the sky all of these things but dont ask me why/now lets take a trip down a road an grab your nine or a.k's be ready to unload/cause what we will see wont be a pretty sight it will like the streets of oxnard but worse at night/so now that you know its a terror zone i have grip on my mac 10 cause i stand alone/trapped inside a dream wondering what does all this mean/can it be terror mayhem or deception now its time for me to change my direction/cause i can see the path im headed down hellbound now its time for me to turn around/hell is a prison for the evil with no defense attourney here on this cosmic journey/verse 3 danger lurks all around me hounds me and it has found me/lost trapped inside an evil place where there's nowhere to hide but only to face/ demons that corrupt my brain delusions cofusion drivin me insane/torment of unseen force guidin me through an obstacle couse/down insanity headed nowhere fast and wonderin how long will all this sufferin last/but still i try to stay strong and at the same time wonder were did i go wrong/now im stepping into light comin out of the darkness from the night/my eyes bein blinded from day but it is easier to find my way/but i still feel im bein bound down by chains now i look down to ground and i see blood stains/right next to them i can see my cell then realized im goin to hell/so now im tryin to change tryin to be good and put in a way it can be understood/were all headed down that path thats unseen a journey down the path of this cosmic dream",
    "2pac - The Mutual Heartache? lyrics": "Introduced with innocence\nwho would have ever guessed\nThat u were the one I had\nBeen so desperately searching 4\nu Talk as I do but yet u don't\nunderstand when I mumble\nu c as I do but your vision is\nblurred by naivete\nThis is the barrier that separates us\nI cannot cross yet \n\n\n\nThere is 2 much of me that\nwould frighten u so I live in\nheartache because we cannot\nfully explore this love and\nwhat of your heartache\nDoes it feel as sharp as mine\nNo matter where I go or how long it takes\nI will never recover from this mutual heartache.",
    "2pac - The New Untouchables lyrics": "And the n******gs with the click click boom they kiss the rear\nAnd like a fellow returns to us ... he speaks\nCause I'm the most slept on, west side\n... motherf**ing untouchables with the lbc click n******g, bad boy k**ing\nPut your guns down n******g, we are motherf**ing untouchable\nWest side, outlaw thug life, ... motherf**ing, ... motherf**ing see, what does he like?...\nYou know\nYou turning an individual suffer with the jail ... inhale making you forget the money\nMoney it seems young black things triple beans dreams make them\n.... f**ing make a million, ...from the top of the building, I brick them ...\nI could see it with my eyes right, it wasn't hustle, it's a pig that don't fly right?\nYou got them like hit the ... turn them into motherf**ing thugs n******g\nThey'll be ... come bear with me, hang with us, same n******gs go to jail with me\nBang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol,\nAnd blow your brains out, pull it my every word like I bullet hollow point stab\nBurn n******gs till they feel it ... try to rock, thinking about no limitation, no coming off\nDealing with everybody running off, they get the gas smack cracks out my gun ball\nHoles in your body and blood all over your clothes\nCause money makes Earth what it's working hurt\nDoing dirt they spit it, you can borrow, I mean it\nAny ... confrontation on currency, ... stacking while I'm acting all low \n\n\n\n...we see it it's a no no\nTalking what you don't know and you won't know\nHeat holds me down, my ... hold me down\nCause I put the rush ... n******g we bust em up\nCop... ready to blow your block off the map\nThug life n******g live with us cops trying to get us but they can't\nWhen you ... money, you gotta always check your game\n... maintain cause this game is a cold thang, can you dig it man?\nThe show man, I wish I had your game, look at young dog do your own thang\nThem b**h a** n******gs ... buck em no, stay real, watch yourself and untouchable\nSee that's what's wrong with you n******gs, man\nBut ... me and my dogs wanna f** that\nWe're just paper chasing, we're no maintenance\nAre you relaying to this sh** we're creating?\nI'm a thug ...\nLike I bury the dog ...closer\n...it's called the layout\n... we gotta take out here\n...time to execute, aim for the ... is you, that was cool when you died, nobody kept the truth\n...\nn******gs play us, getting paper is a blackjack\nBut ... that's what we go, wanna do dreaming the scheme and know living untouchable\nWell it's to all you ... are we untouchable, bringing the rockers to all you ...\nBut now we play, as far as we play\n...\n...Many different ways...\nf** with outlaws is crazy, they cut like ... who is it the shot, get down ...\n...walk with safety, if you're shaky, heard about ... play no jail straight here.",
    "2pac - The New Untouchables (Untouchables) lyrics": "[2Pac talking]\nWest Side (You punk muthaf**az) UNmuthaf**inTouchables\n(What's up n***a) With the L.B.C. clique n***a (gang)\nBad boy k**a, untouchable\n(Hehe, you know what time it is)\nPut your guns down n***a, (West Side) we UNmuthaf**inTouchable (Gang)\nDie, West Side, outlaw, thuglife, M.O. muthaf**in B\nL.B. muthaf**in C\nWhat it be like, what it see like\n(You know)\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nHuh\nSmooth criminal, individual suffer\nWent to jail, made bail, seein' hell, made me rougher, gettin' money\nFunny it seems, young black teens\nTriple beam dreams make 'em, fiend for crack scenes\nMaybe I'll f**in' make a million\nBustin' from on top of the buildin', a victim addicted to k**in'\nI can see it in my eye sight\nYo what's the Ha**a?\nIt's a pig that don't fly right, you die tonight\nGet me high I'm a k**a\nLyrics raise drug dealers\nTurn 'em to muthaf**in' thug n***as\nL.B.C. come and bare with me\nHang with the same n***as go to jail with me\nBang, with the Outlaw clique\nSick since I came out\nPull out my pistol, aim blow your brains out\nPull it, my every word like a bullet\nHollow point style, murder n***as 'til they feel it\nI'm untouchable\n[Verse 2: Bad Azz]\nI'm that bottom rock, thinkin' bout no limitation\nOn comin' up, (hehe) dealin' wit' anybody runnin' up\nThey get the gat smack, cracks how my gun goes\nHoles in your body and blood all over your clothes\n'Cause money makes earth\nWhat it's worth, gettin' hurt\nDoin' dirt to stay spendin'\nYou can borrow, I mean it\nAny, all confrontation on the currency\nHere in '96, fine chips\nStackin' while I'm mackin' no mo'\nIt's L.B.C. and it's a no no\nTalkin' what you don't know and won't know\nHeat hold me down, my chips hold me down\n'Cause I'm quick to rush and what\nn***a we bust 'em up\nco*k it back, ready to blow your block off the map\nThug Life n***as ride wit us\nCops tryin' to get us but they can't\nWe untouchable\n(gang gang gang) \n\n\n\n[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]\nHmm\nWhen you're in the fast lane havin' money and fame\nYou got to, always, check, your game\nLook here mayne, maintain\nCause this game is a cold thing\nCan you dig it mane?\nFo sho' mayne, I wish I had your game\nLook here young dog, do your own thing\nThem b**h a** n***as in your clique, buck 'em no\nStay real with yourself and untouchable\nSee that's what's wrong with you n***as now\nBut uh, me and my dawgs from the Thug Pound\nWe just paper chasin', we know nay-thing\nAre you relatin' to the sh** we creatin'?\n[Verse 4: E.D.I. Amin]\nComin' through colder then Nova Scotia\nMakaveli the Don, coast to post it, make sure it's Kosher\nNow we have peeped the scene, it's called the lay out\nDevised a plot, ease the walls, we gotta take out, sh**\nSo now it's time to execute, aim for the chest it's you\nNothing's cool, when you die, knowin' you kept it true\nBut if you didn't, broken wings\nLet it be written, we ain't kiddin' to quit and\nMy missions smellin' my menace\nSittin' back, stacked off, spittin' and sippin' yak\nThese fakers play us, gettin' papers so blackjack\nPerhaps, it's what we all, wanna do\nDreamin' and schemin' on livin', Untouchable\n[Verse 5: Yaki Kadafi]\nWell it's the O.U.T.L.A.W's\nAnd we untouchable\nBringin' the ruckus\nTo all you f**in' bustaz bubble crews\n'Cause now a days spots we blaze\nWith dirty nines and Glocks on Yak's waistline always\nThe crime on these streets of this world is like a maze\nSearchin' for more stunts, and blunts to blaze\nHustlin' to get paid,, many different ways\nBodies drop on the other side, and the guns smokes haze\nf**in' wit' outlawz, it's crazy\nThese pause don't break me\nThey cut like sissies\nWho is it, it's Yaki Kadafi\nThe grand wizard trump tight\nTo exquisite, to f** with cowards\nBest to duck quick, and run for safety\nIf you're shaky, heard about me lately\nBut ain't no jail to straight me\nWe untouchable",
    "2pac - The Pledge Remix lyrics": "[Ash] There's no me\n[Nas] In the beginnin, it was me (blastin) Nas (I'm blastin)\n[Nas] I stood alone (Ashanti) but now\n[Ash] Don't you know that I will never leave\n[Nas] Murder Inc. y'all\n[Jah] It's MURAHHHHHHHH! n***a, HA HA!\n[Nas] It's over now; y'all know that right? (Irv Gotti!)\n[Nas] Ill Will baby\n[Ash] It's Murdah, for life\n[Verse One: Nas]\nMy enemies want sorta the same respect I was born with\nGodson, tatted on my chest it's permanent\nThe rap Albert Anastasia; you cowards\nY'all want the crown from the black power man of Asia\nSnap out your dreams and prayers of takin a king's paper\nAsk another rapper how it feels to lose his whole gangsta\n(How it feel?) Youse a no namesta - ya little mans is no threat\nYou make me upset I might stank ya (blastin)\nInc. is the Murdah, Ill Will merger let my cash\nMake s** with yo' cash, it can't hurt us\nPhones ringing off the hook, Bush and Bloomberg callin me constant\nStreets wanna know the cause of that gossip\nNas is lord of the projects 'til the coffins drop\nIn the ocean like a Amistad slave overboat when\nIt's a new day ya should be scared I'm back with Stoute\nSouthside, Queensbridge, the hood's in here\n[Hook: Ashanti] + (Nas)\nThere's no me (uh talk to me) without you (There's no me y'all)\nI can't be (I.N.C.) without you (Ill Will now)\nDon't you know that I will never leave (talk to me now) \n\n\n\nLeave you (It's no me y'all)\nAll I need (I.N.C.) need is you\nThere's no me\n[Jah] Yeah - you talk to these n***as Gotti\n[Irv] B-b-b-blastin! I'm blastin..\n[Jah] Whattup Suge?\n[Ash] It's Murdah!\n[Ja Rule]\nAnd lord knows I'll, DIEEE, I pledge allegience to homicide\nAnd murdah be the case when I k** 'em\nWhyyy, would they get a n***a like me started\nI'm regarded the hardest workin artist since 'Pac - ni**aZ!\nAnd I ain't talkin if I'm liked or better\nI'm talkin if he was here we'd probably ride together\nOn this chick a** n***a with curls, b**h dog!\nGet at me dog - Rule n***a the boss\nYou always been a punk now ain't it a pity\nThat you runnin to I.G., dyin to be me\nBut I pledge, I.N.C. and for the love\nI'll bleed it in blood and die from hot slugs - motherf**ers\n[Hook]\n[Ashanti]\nMurdah I.N.C. - you know that I can't see myself\nLivin without you, bein without you, breathin without you baby\nWhat you done to me - you know that I can't see myself\nLivin without you, bein without you, breathin without you baby\n[Hook] w/o Nas ad libs\n[Hook]\n[Hook] - in background while 'Pac talks and Gotti ad libs\n[2Pac]\nI shall not fear no man but God\nThough I walk through the valley of d**h\nIf I should die before I wake..\n[Jah] It's Murdah!!!!\n[Ash] It's Murdah, for life",
    "2pac - The Power of a Smile lyrics": "The power of a gun can k**\nAnd the power of fire can burn\nThe power of wind can chill\nAnd the power of the mind can learn\nThe power of anger can rage inside \n\n\n\nUntil it tears you apart\nBut the power of a smile,\nEspecially yours, can heal a frozen Heart",
    "2pac - The Power of a Smile (4 Ren\u00e9e) lyrics": "The power of a gun can k**\nand the power of Fire can Burn\nThe power of wind can chill\nand the power of the mind can learn\nThe power of anger can rage \n\n\n\ninside until it tears u apart\nBut the Power of a Smile\nespecially yours can heal a frozen Heart",
    "2pac - The Promise lyrics": "\"I will give u Liberty, But First give me ure spirit,\nThis I must confiscate Because the evil Fear it.\"\nI too would be afraid of pa**ion governed by reason\nAn open mind 2 trying times when corruption is in season\nThe promise that they claim \n\n\n\n2 be completely true\nis hypocrisy at its finest\nA trick 2 silence u\nnever will I Believe a promise\nfrom the masters of the Art\nTrickery does not succeed\nwith those with Honest Hearts",
    "2pac - The Rape Case lyrics": "Pac's story\nOkay. Nigel and Trevor took me to Nell's. When we got there, I was immediately impressed, because it was different than any club I'd been in. It wasn't crowded, there was lots of space, there were beautiful women there. I was meeting Ronnie Lott from the New York Jets and Derrick Coleman from the Nets. They were coming up to me, like, \"Pac, we're proud of you.\" I felt so tall that night, because they were people's heroes and they saying I was their hero. I felt above and beyond, like I was glowing.\nSomebody introduced me to this girl. And the only thing I noticed about her: She had a big chest. But she was not attractive; she looked dumpy, like. Money came to me and said, \"This girl wants to do more than meet you.\" I already knew what that meant: She wanted to f**. I just left them and went to the dance floor by myself. They were playing some Jamaican music, and I'm just grooving.\nThen this girl came out and started dancing-and the sh** that was weird, she didn't even come to me face-first, she came a**-first. So I'm dancing to this reggae music; you know how sensuous that is. She's touching my dick, she's touching my balls, she opened my zipper, she put her hands on me. There's a little dark part in Nell's, and I see people over there making out already, so she starts pushing me this way. I know what time it is.\nWe go over in the corner. She's touching me. I lift up my shirt while I'm dancing, showing off my tattoos and everything. She starts kissing my stomach, kissing my chest, licking me and sh**. She's going down, and I'm, like, Oh sh**. She pulled my dick out; she started s**ing my dick on the dance floor. That sh** turned me on. I wasn't thinking, like, This is going to be a rape case. I'm thinking, like, This is going to be a good night. You know what I'm saying?\nSoon as she finished that-just enough to get me solid, rock-hard-we got off the dance floor. I told Nigel, \"I've got to get out of here. I'm about to take her to the hotel. I'll see you all later.\" Nigel was, like, \"No, no, no. I'm going to take you back.\" We drive to the hotel. We go upstairs and have s**, real quick. As soon as I came, that was it. I was tired, I was drunk, I knew I had to get up early in the morning, so I was, like, \"What are you going to do? You can spend the night or you can leave.\" She left me her number, and everything was cool. Nigel was spending the night in my room all these nights. When he found out she s**ed my dick on the floor and we had s**, he and Trevor were livid! Trevor is a big freak; he was going crazy. All he kept asking me was, \"D-d-did you f** in the a**?\" He was listening to every single detail. I thought, This is just some guy sh**, it's all good.\nWe had a show to do in New Jersey at Club 88. This dude said, \"I'll be there with a limo to pick you up at midnight.\" We went shopping, we got dressed up, we were all ready. Nigel was saying, \"Why don't you give her a call?\" So we were all sitting in the hotel, drinking. I'm waiting for the show, and Nigel's, like, \"I called her. I mean, she called me, and she's on her way.\" But I wasn't thinking about her no second time. We were watching TV when the phone rings, and she's downstairs. Nigel gave Man-man, my manager, some money to pay for the cab, and I was, like, \"Let that b*tch pay for her own cab.\" She came upstairs looking all nice, dressed all provocative and sh**, like she was ready for a prom date. \n\n\n\nSo we're all sitting there talking, and she's making me uncomfortable, because instead of sitting with Nigel and them, she's sitting on the arm of my chair. And Nigel and Trevor are looking at her like a chicken, like she's, like, food. It's a real uncomfortable situation. So I'm thinking, Okay, I'm going to take her to the room and get a ma**age. I'm thinking about being with her that night at Nell's. So we get in the room, I'm laying on my stomach, she's ma**aging my back. I turn around. She starts ma**aging my front. This lasted for about a half an hour. In between, we would stop and kiss each other. I'm thinking she's about to give me another blow job. But before she could do that, some n***as came in, and I froze up more than she froze up. If she would have said anything, I would have said, \"Hold on, let me finish.\" But I can't say nothing, because she's not saying nothing. How do I look saying, \"Hold on\"? That would be like I'm making her my girl.\nSo they came and they started touching her a**. They going, \"Oooh, she's got a nice a**.\" Nigel isn't touching her, but I can hear his voice leading it, like, \"Put her panties down, put her pantyhose down.\" I just got up and walked out the room.\nWhen I went to the other suite, Man-man told me that Talibah, my publicist at the time, had been there for a while and was waiting in the bedroom of that suite. I went to see Talibah and we talked about what she had been doing during the day, then I went and laid down on the couch and went to sleep. When I woke up, Nigel was standing over me going, \"Pac, Pac,\" and all the lights was on in both rooms. The whole mood had changed, you know what I'm saying? I felt like I was drugged. I didn't know how much time had pa**ed. So when I woke up, it was, like, \"You're going to the police, you're going to the police.\" Nigel walks out the room, comes back with the girl. Her clothes is on; ain't nothing tore. She just upset, crying hysterically. \"Why you let them do this to me?\" She's not making sense. \"I came to see you. You let them do this to me.\" I'm, like, \"I don't got time for this sh** right here. You got to chill out with that sh**. Stop yelling at me and looking at me all crazy.\" She said, \"This not the last time you're going to hear from me,\" and slammed the door. And Nigel goes, \"Don't worry about it, Pac, don't worry. I'll handle it. She just tripping.\" I asked him what happened, and he was, like, \"Too many n***as.\" You know, I ain't even tripping no more, you know? n***as start going downstairs, but nobody was coming back upstairs. I'm sitting upstairs smoking weed, like, Where the f** is everybody at? Then I get a call from Talibah from the lobby saying, \"The police is down here.\"\nNever did nothing. Only thing I saw was all three of them in there and that n***a talking about how fat her a** was. I got up, because the n***a sounded sick. I don't know if she's with these n***as, or if she's mad at me for not protecting her. But I know I feel ashamed-because I wanted to be accepted and because I didn't want no harm done to me-I didn't say nothing.",
    "2pac - The Realist k**az lyrics": "(feat. 50 Cent)\n[GUNSHOT]\nYo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready?\n[gun co*king] Let me know, holla\n[2Pac - from the song \"Smile\"]\nThere's gon' be some stuff you gon' see\nThat's gon' make it hard to smile in the future\n[50 Cent]\nYeah n***a! Ha ha\nLet's go n***a, this is what it is\nTupac cut his head bald\nThen you wanna cut yo' head bald (you PUSSY n***a!)\nTupac wear a bandana\nYou wan' wear a bandana\nTupac put a cross on his back\nYou wanna put crosses on yo' back\nn***a you ain't Tupac - THIS Tupac!\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nIs it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings\nI can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending\nAnd since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound\nRather be buried than be worried, livin held down\nMy game plan to be trained and, military\nMind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary\nCaught, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus\nBallin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us\nYoung black male, crack sales got me three strikes\nLivin in jail, this is hell, enemies die\nWonder when we all pa** is anybody listenin?\nGot my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's b**hin\nPlease God can you understand me, bless my family\nGuide us all, before we fall into insanity\nI make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike\nDrop some sh**, to have these stupid b**hes jaws tight. \n\n\n\n[Chorus: 50 Cent + (2Pac)]\n'Til Makaveli returns, it's +All Eyez On Me+\n(What do we have here NOWWW?)\nAnd you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be\n{oooooooooohhhh}\nYou shoulda listened, I told you not to f** with me\n(What do we have here NOWWW?)\nNow can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see\n[click clack, GUNSHOT]\n[Verse Two: 50 Cent]\nNow since you're cryin for mercy I promise\nMy success'll be the d**h of you\nLo and behold you sold your soul\nn***a there's nuttin left of you\nLook in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?\nIf you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true?\nMotherf**er, I sat back and watched\nYou pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot\nBut you're not (NOWWWW) - I see it so clear\nYou can't take the pressure, you p**y\nI warned you not to push me\nYou see me and chills run up your spine\nHardly even in the same war, but your heart ain't like mine\nPress, they look at me like I'm a menace\nI was playin with guns\nwhile your momma had your punk a** playin tennis\nI'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream\nWake up, turn on your TV and see my a** again\nYou cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own\nf** THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone\n(YOU PUSSY!)\n[Chorus]\nG-G-G-G-Unit!\n[Chorus]\n[gunshot]\n",
    "2pac - The Realist k**az - Featuring 50 Cent lyrics": "[somebody talkin]\nYo, Red Spider...\nIs that 50 Cent and Pac ready?\nLemme know, holla\n[Tupac]\nIt's go'n be some stuff you go'n see\nThat's go'n make it hard to smile in the future\n[50 Cent]\nYea n***a...ha ha\nLets go n***a, dis is what it is\nTupac cut his head bald, then you want to cut yo head bald\nTupac wear a bandana, you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now)\nTupac put a cross on his back, You wanna put crosses on yo back\nn***a, you aint Tupac\n[Tupac]\nIs it\nMoney and women, funny beginning's tragic ending's\nI can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'\nAnd since my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell bound\nRather be buried that be worried, livin' held down\nMy game plan to be trained in\nMilitary mind of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetery cryin\nI've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus\nBallin' as a youngster wondering if he see's us\nYoung black males\nCrack sales got me three strikes\nLivin' in jail this is hell enemies die\nWonder when we all pa**, is anybody listnin'\nGot my hands on my semi shotty, everybody's snitchin'\nPlease god can you understand me, bless my family\nGuide us all before we fall into insanity\nI'm makin' a point to make my beatin' bumpin' raw life\nDrop some sh** to make these stupid b**hes jaw tight\n[50 Cent (Tupac)]\nTill makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)\nAnd you can hate it or love it, but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be\nShoulda listened, I told you not to f** wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)\nNow can you take the pressure, that's what we go'n see- go'n see\n\n\n\n[50 Cent]\nThis is a cry for mercy, I promise\nMy success would be the d**h of you\nLow and behold, you sold ya soul, theres nothing left of you\nLook in the mirror, ask yourself, who are you\nIf you dont know who you are, how could ya dreams come true\nMuthaf**a, I sat backed and watched ya, you pretended to be Pac\nYou pretended to be hot, but you not, now (nowww)\nI see it so clear, you cant take the pressure, you p**y\nI warned you not to push me\nYou see me,and chills, run up ya spine\nGOD made menace in war, but ya heart aint like mine\nAnd plus, they look at me like I'ma menace\nI was playing wit guns, while ya momma had you punk a** playing tennis\nI'ma nightmare, you see me in ya dream\nWake up, and turn on ya t.v. and see my a** again\nYou cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on ya own\nfu*k THE SOURCE, I'M ON THE COVER OF ROLLIN STONE\n[50 Cent (Tupac)]\nTill makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)\nAnd you can hate it or love it, but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be\nShoulda listened, I told you not to f** wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)\nNow can you take the pressure, that's what we go'n see- go'n see\nTill makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)\nAnd you can hate it or love it, but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be\nShoulda listened, I told you not to f** wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)\nNow can you take the pressure, that's what we go'n see- go'n see\n",
    "2pac - The Rose That Grew lyrics": "Did you hear about the rose that grew\nfrom a crack in the concrete?\nProving nature's law is wrong it\nlearned to walk with out having feet.\nFunny it seems, but by keeping its dreams, \n\n\n\nit learned to breathe fresh air.\nLong live the rose that grew from concrete\nwhen no one else ever cared.",
    "2pac - The Rose That Grew From Concrete lyrics": "[Tupac Shakur]\nYou try to plant somethin in the conrete, why'knowhatImean?\nIf it GROW, and the and the rose petal got all kind of\nscratches and marks, you not gon' say, \"Damn, look at\nall the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from concrete\"\nYou gon' be like, \"Damn! A rose grew from the concrete?!\"\nSame thing with me, why'knahmean? I grew out of all of this\nInstead of sayin, \"Damn, he did this, he did this,\"\njust be like, \"DAMN! He grew out of that? He came out of that?\"\nThat's what they should say, why'knowhatImean?\nAll the trouble to survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty\nwhy'knowhahatImean unbelievable lifestyle they gave me\nI'm just tryin to make somethin..\n[Nikki Giovanni]\nWhen no one even cared\nThe rose it grew from concrete\nKeepin all these dreams\nProvin nature's laws wrong\nIt learned how to walk without havin feet\nIt came from concrete\n[spoken part]\nDid you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?\nProvin nature's laws wrong it learned how to walk without havin feet\nFunny it seems but, by keepin its dreams \n\n\n\nit, learned to breathe FRESH air\nLong live the rose that grew from concrete\nwhen no one else even cared\nNo one else even cared..\nThe rose that grew from concrete\n[spoken part]\nDid you hear..\nDid you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?\nProvin nature's laws wrong\nIt learned to walk without having feet\nFunny it seems but by keeping its dreams\nit learned to breathe FRESH air\nLong live the rose that grew from concrete\nwhen no one else, even cared\n[Nikki Giovanni]\nKeepin all these dreams\nProvin nature's laws wrong\nIt learned how to walk without havin feet (to breathe the fresh air)\nIt came from concrete (to breathe the fresh air)\n(to breathe the fresh air, to breathe the fresh air)\n[Tupac Shakur]\nYou see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete\nhad damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its\ntenacity. We would all love it's will to reach the sun.\nWell, we are the rose - this is the concrete - and these are\nmy damaged petals. Don't ask me why, thank God n***a, ask me how!\nHahahaha..",
    "2pac - The Rose That Grew From Concrete - Focus Group1 lyrics": "Did you hear about the rose that grew\nfrom a crack in the concrete?\nProving nature's law is wrong it\nlearned to walk with out having feet.\nFunny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, \n\n\n\nit learned to breathe fresh air.\nLong live the rose that grew from concrete\nwhen no one else ever cared.",
    "2pac - The Rose That Grew from Concrete (Autobiographical) lyrics": "Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack\nin the concrete\nProving nature's laws wrong it learned 2 walk\nwithout having feet\nFunny it seems, but by keeping its dreams \n\n\n\nit learned 2 breathe fresh air\nLong live the rose that grew from concrete\nwhen no one else even cared!",
    "2pac - The Rose That Grew from Concrete (Poem) lyrics": "[Tupac Shakur]\nYou try to plant somethin in the conrete, why'knowhatImean?\nIf it GROW, and the and the rose petal got all kind of\nscratches and marks, you not gon' say, \"Damn, look at\nall the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from concrete\"\nYou gon' be like, \"Damn! A rose grew from the concrete?!\"\nSame thing with me, why'knahmean? I grew out of all of this\nInstead of sayin, \"Damn, he did this, he did this,\"\njust be like, \"DAMN! He grew out of that? He came out of that?\"\nThat's what they should say, why'knowhatImean?\nAll the trouble to survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty\nwhy'knowhahatImean unbelievable lifestyle they gave me\nI'm just tryin to make somethin..\n[Nikki Giovanni]\nWhen no one even cared\nThe rose it grew from concrete\nKeepin all these dreams\nProvin nature's laws wrong\nIt learned how to walk without havin feet\nIt came from concrete\n[spoken part]\nDid you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?\nProvin nature's laws wrong it learned how to walk without havin feet\nFunny it seems but, by keepin its dreams \n\n\n\nit, learned to breathe FRESH air\nLong live the rose that grew from concrete\nwhen no one else even cared\nNo one else even cared..\nThe rose that grew from concrete\n[spoken part]\nDid you hear..\nDid you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?\nProvin nature's laws wrong\nIt learned to walk without having feet\nFunny it seems but by keeping its dreams\nit learned to breathe FRESH air\nLong live the rose that grew from concrete\nwhen no one else, even cared\n[Nikki Giovanni]\nKeepin all these dreams\nProvin nature's laws wrong\nIt learned how to walk without havin feet (to breathe the fresh air)\nIt came from concrete (to breathe the fresh air)\n(to breathe the fresh air, to breathe the fresh air)\n[Tupac Shakur]\nYou see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete\nhad damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its\ntenacity. We would all love it's will to reach the sun.\nWell, we are the rose - this is the concrete - and these are\nmy damaged petals. Don't ask me why, thank God n***a, ask me how!\nHahahaha..",
    "2pac - The Rose That Grew From Concrete Vol. 1 lyrics": "* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists\nLove within a storm (4x)\nFirst it was nothin', not even the faint echo of a song\nLoneliness was a daily for me, until you came along\nThere was a gleam of stars in your eyes\nI thought I'd never feel this way again\nAnd you were supposed to reach my heart\nAnd find love within, looove, looove\nOooh...oooh\nLove within a storm (4x)\nThis sweet, wonderful ghetto love\nThis sweet, wonderful love that you give me\nWonderful\nI could not ignore the magnetism, when I felt you near\nAny problems plaguin' my mind, was suddenly dissapeared\nIt was re-birth of my heart, the day that you became my friend\nCause I knew for the moment I held you, that I would fall in love again\nFall in love again, in a storm\nLove within a storm (Continues in background throughout next verses)\nJust when I thought I'd seen it all\nOur paths crossed, amen\nAnd I knew, from the first glance\nThat you, would be hard to forget\nYour eyes, attracted me first\nBut you reeked of sultry confidence\nI couldn't wait, to touch lips\nAnd kiss, with my heart's intention\nWhen we didn't, was what I expected\nAnd for that moment, we erased the tension \n\n\n\nOf the awkwardness, of first date jitters\nAnd the initial blind date, first impressions\nWe kissed again; and I felt the pa**ion\nAnd this, my love, was Cupid's blessin'\nWe made love, within a storm\nIn the midst of pa**ion and chaos\nSomewhere, somehow, our true bond of friendship was lost\nIn the eye of the storm, the rain always falls harder\nThose who prevail this drama\nWill learn to bring their love farther\nBut now, the storm has past\nAnd the seas of our friendship are gone\nBut as long as I live, I will remember\nThe love within a storm\n(Love within a storm is repeated after every line)\nSweet, pa**ionate, love-lusting love\nYa know that I miss you, and love you\nYa know that 2Pac broke my heart\nWe need to hear ya, hear ya voice\nThey say, this ghetto fabulous\nOn 125th street forkin' around\nThis village, and the village uptown\nSouth Central, Compton, Philly\nSha-Town, Southside\nIt's hot in 'Lanta, hot in 'Lanta\nJersey peeps, I hear ya\nMiami, South Beach, uh\nYeeah, got love for you, love for you\nMy Brooklyn knights lovin' you, lovin' me\nThis open, rich city\nYa know, I got love for you",
    "2pac - The Shining Star Within lyrics": "Secrets are hidden within the clouds\nof Darkness\nAnd in this place no one dares to breathe\nin Fear of self-expression\nIt has been this way\nforever and a day\nuntil she came to shine\nwith a spark of innocence and questons\nonly to be answered with Darkness \n\n\n\nNot just Darkness but the silent kind\nthat steals your soul and k**s your mind\nThere was no compa**ion\nfor this thriving star\nonly exploitations\nand confused jealousy\nyou saw no hope and brought the end\nNever acknoledging the star within",
    "2pac - The Shining Star Within! (Dedicated 2 Marilyn Monroe) lyrics": "Secrets R hidden within the clouds\nof Darkness,\nAnd in this place no one Dares 2 Breathe\nin Fear of self-expression\nIt has been this way\nforever and a day\nuntil she came 2 shine\nwith a spark of innocence and questions\nonly 2 be answered with Darkness \n\n\n\nNot just Darkness but the silent kind\nthat steals your soul and k**s your mind\nThere was no compa**ion\nfor this thriving star\nonly exploitations\nand confused jealousy\nu saw no hope and brought the end\nNever acknowledging the star within",
    "2pac - The Streetz R d**hrow lyrics": "Growing up as an inner city brotha\nwhere every other had a pops and a motha\nI was tha product of a heated lover\nNobody knew how deep it screwed me\nand since my pops never knew me\nmy family didn't know what ta do with me\nwas I somebody they despise\ncurious look in they eyes\nas if they wonder if i'm dead or alive\npoor momma can't control me\nquit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies\na ticken timebomb\ncan't nobody fade me\npackin' a 380\nand fiendin' for my mercedes\ns**ers scatter\nbut it don't matter i'm a cool shot\npunks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got\ni'm tired of being a nice guy\ni've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why\nso they label me a lunatic\ncould care less\nd**h or success\nis what I quest\ncause i'm fearless\nnow tha streetz R d**hrow\n[Chorus]\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\ntha streetz R d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\ntha streetz R d**hrow\nI just murdered a man, i'm even more stressed\nwearin' a vest\nhopein' that their aimin' at my chest\nmuch too young to bite tha bullet\nhand on tha trigga\nI see my life before my eyes each time I pull it\nI hope I live to be a man\nmust be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state\npenn\ncounting pennys over tha years\nI'd done stacked many\nproven wrong those\nwho swore i'd wouldn't live till twenty\nnow they gotta cope\nsince it's tha only thing I know\nit's difficult to let it go\ni'm startin' to loose my hair cause I worry\nhustlin' to keep from gettin' buried\nbut now I gotta move away now\ncause these s**ers wanna spray where I lay down\nmy homie lost his family and snapped\nshot up half tha block to bring them back\ntha streetz R d**hrow\n[Chorus]\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\ntha streetz R d**hrow \n\n\n\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\ntha streetz R d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\ntha streetz R d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\n(like it ain't nothin')\ni'm dangerous\nwhen drunk I only drink beer\ngin makes me sin\nunable to think clear\nheneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close\nBOOM BOOM BOOM\ngot me shooting at a ghost\nsome call me crazy\nbut this is what you gave me\namongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery\nI sport a vest and hit tha sess to k** tha stress\nmoved out west and I invest in all tha best\nthose who test will find a bullet in they chest\nput ta rest\nby a brotha who was hopeless\ngrow up broke on tha rope of insanity\nhow many pistols smoking coming from a broken family\ni'm sick of being tired\nsick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing\ntell bush to push tha bu*ton cause i'm fed\ntired of hearin' these voices in my head\ntha streetz R d**hrow\n[Chorus]\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\ntha streetz R d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\ntha streetz R d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\ntha streetz R d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\ntha streetz R d**hrow\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nthis goes out to my partners in tha Live Squad (like it\nain't nothin')\nand all my partners involved in that 187\nwatch your back...\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nThere got to be a better way...\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\nThere's too many of us in tha cemetary\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\ncome on, what we gonna do now\n(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')\ntha streetz R d**hrow",
    "2pac - The Struggle Continues lyrics": "[FARRAKHAN SPEECH OCTOBER 16th. 1995]\n[VERSES FROM (167) TO (168)]\nMidori, plays the violin, She was magnificent\nThey don't have to say to white people;\nI'm better than you, they just do their thing (YEAH!!)\nAnd White Folk got to readjust their thinking\nBecause they thought that they used to master\nAll of these instruments and nobody else could\nBut the Chinese are mastering it, even the Japanesse are mastering it\nAll these things; are breaking up the mind of White Supremacy\nBlackman, you don't have to bash white people\nAll we got to do is; go back home (Where?)\nAnd turn our communities, into productive places\nAll we gotta do is; go back home\nAnd make our communities a decent and safe place to live (YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT!!)\nAnd if we start dotting the Black Community with businesses (YEAH!!)\nOpening up factories (WHAT ELSE?) challenging ourselves to better than we are\nWhite folks, instead of driving-by using the \u201cN\u201d word\nThey will say: (Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!\nThey're marvelous, they're wonderful, we can't..\nWe can't say they're inferior anymore)\nBut every time we drive-by and shoot, every time we car-jack\nEvery time we use foul, and filthy language (The struggle continues)\nEvery time we produce culturally degenerate's films and tapes\nPutting a string in our women's backside (The struggle continues)\nAnd parading them before the world (The struggle continues)\nEvery time we do things like this;\nWe are feeding the degenerate mind of White Supremacy\nAnd I want us to stop feeding that mind, and let that mind die;\nTheir natural d**h. (YEAH!!) (*APPLAUSE!! CLAPS!!*)\n[2Pac]\nNow, I was born as a rebel, making trouble for the devil\nTake this gang bang sh**, to a whole another level\nCan you feel me now?\nArmies in every city, definition of power\nPlayers are you with me? - see the war is the prophecy\nSurvival is the strategy, rest in peace!\nTo my comrades that's deceased, organize the streets in time\nYou'll have these devils petrified of a n***a in his right mind\nThey tell us that we hopeless and hell bound\nIt's for the brothers in penitentiaries jailed down\nI got you in my heart until the day I die\nThink of the damage we could do, if we wasn't high\nCan you picture me loc? - it's a thug's wrath\nPolitical contracts and blood baths\nFor Matulu Shakur up in the Rikers though they got you\nI'll never let them stop you, the struggle continues\n[Fatal Hussein]\nI gotta get out of town, see I done shot another Dick\nn***a be rolling trips, to keep his mind off sticks\nThey check our parole, they supervise my whole size\nMoney wires surprise, drug dealers on the rise\nThese carjacks is federal, you soft and shred able\nDictionary rappers you come at me all edible\nI lit bash your crew, like you know what I'm about (Ha ha ha) \n\n\n\nGuinness style cause Fatal done hit up another house\nThese props and pretty n***as getting played like pumps\nf**ing up these f*g fronts; fronting on blunts\nBlast these b**h n***as bullsh**ting on a body\nk** n***as Brown it in me and you can ask Bobby\nSlick shooter and looter, k**er smoking Buddha\nMan this dirty money can't get a little cuter\nMoney and who*es, money and who*es\nRest in peace and Al. Storm Murder Case has just closed\n[Verse 3: Flip Side of O.F.T.B]\nAll I'm trying to do is make a penny\nBut crooked cops beating down my door like I beat down Resno Dinny\nThey're in position with they shot guns\nBut if they kick in my door like I know they catch the hot one\nThey kicked it in, so Flip got biz\nNow I'm on the run living life as a fugitive\nThe cops was deep, they made a clean sweep\nI tried to break but caught one in the a** cheek\n[Big Syke]\nA drug smuggler from the underworld, thugging Desperado\nVisual loco motion from my Teflon hollows\nTransgression racketeer, probation violator\nBuster, tester, no fear for the Ingle, Watts slayer\nMy future is unknown, hoochies on the phone calling me\nParking down the street from my house trying to follow me\nBoundaries restricted for a thug unconstitutional\nBalling out of control from L.A. to Puerto Rico\n[Flip Side of O.F.T.B]\nI'm bleeding bad, and damn I need a doctor\nBut I can't do sh** until I shake this helicopter\nA gang banger, dope slanger, full of anger\nI k**ed a cop now they want me on a coat hanger\n[Big Syke]\nWe smoke Dope and soak Weed and greed ain't uncommon though\nDog I'm in need, indeed ain't no option bro'\nCookies and chips, I got a street education\nMy homies stressing out cause his babies mama is basing\nWhat am I chasing a relationship with God or a female?\nSecrets don't tell, I just posted bail\nf** Jail and the C.O. from my n***as in the Pen'\nTreated like a dog for his sin, f** a friend\nLet my .64 Benz blockade as I fade back streets\nL.A., East Side Compton, Long Beach\nMurderous, k**ers, lunatic kamikazes\nWe drop bodies and throw parties, the struggle continues\n[The Low M.B. of O.F.T.B]\nf** the pigs, they keep a n***a upset\nCause if they see me in a Benz, I know them fools wanna sweat\nI guess they think The Low M. ain't suppose to have sh**\nTry to pull me over, I'm going to k** that a** b**h\nCause I'm from Nikon Cedars n***a\nAnd I know you heard; that we're all cop k**ers\nMy young homies love that sh** like a sport\nThey're rather k** a cop than be in the basketball court\nAnd we're going to stick with the hate\nHUH! you think it's over cause you got rid of that fool Daryl Gates\nBut he's still in the back calling shots\nSo we're gonna stay in our hood k**ing cops",
    "2pac - The Sun & the Moon lyrics": "[Chief Okena Littlehawk]\nThe sun.. and the moon\n{*begins to speak in another language*}\nAh uno enah a toha\nAgitri gete ah lihi\nAdola tee; Talhi; a Dalahi\nAh yeneaha; Anokya talahi\nAdohawe niti; Nihi adoukahali\nKanati kalahati talha\nTihanuetah; He tel ha\nBe nah ha tak ha\nOosof nehee \n\n\n\nYour ways are similar, to the rays of the sun\nWarm to many, but too strong for some\nThe more you are needed, the brighter you shine\nWatch them for too long, your brilliance will blind\nThe eyes of mortal men, threaten you with doom\nThey regret to see you, set, but it is time, for the moon",
    "2pac - The Sun and The Moon (Poem) lyrics": "Your ways R similar 2 the rays of the sun\nWarm 2 many but 2 strong 4 some\nThe more u R needed the brighter u shine\nWatched 4 2 long and your brilliance will blind \n\n\n\nThe eyes of mortal men who threaten u with Doom\nThey regret 2 c u set but it is time 4 the moon\n-TS",
    "2pac - The Tears in Cupid's Eyes (4 Jada) lyrics": "The day u chose 2 leave me\nit rained constantly outside\nin truth I swore the rain 2 be \n\n\n\nThe tears in Cupid's eyes\nTS",
    "2pac - The Unanswerable? lyrics": "QUESTION:\nWHEN WILL THERE BE PEACE ON EARTH? \n\n\n\nANSWER: WHEN THE EARTH FALLS 2 PIECES!!",
    "2pac - The Uppercut lyrics": "(feat. E.D.I. and Young Noble of the Outlawz)\n[Intro: Tupac Talking]\nI wanted to bring back that reality, nobody can ever be confused and think I'm f**in Mike Tyson\nand I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little n***a, thats why its so raw to just watch me\nbattle lions, cause I'm a little skinny n***a battlin' n***as three times my size\nWatch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab n***a...ugh...here it come, look out, watch\nmy arms...\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow see so many motherf**ers wanna take a peice\nCommin' equipped with some sh** that n***as just cant believe\nI pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee\nI'm all over that n***a, come identify the body\nMy middle finger to you hoe n***as\nRun up on me, and i'll be forced to let it go n***a\nI aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high\nI hit this blunt and watch these motherf**ers die\nWhose runnin these streets I said that c**aine\nCause in the the dope game, n***as'll die 'fore they go broke mayne\nAnother hustler makin' major cash\n'til the punk police come an raid ya a**\nNow you stressed doin' fed time, and its a b**h\nCause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6\nAnd we know that you can't hang, you a trick\nRolled over turned snitch like a b*atchhhh\n[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]\nNow you know you shoulda ducked n***a\nGotchu fallin from the uppercut, f**ed, so what's up? n***a!\nNow you know you shoulda ducked n***a\nGotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? n***a!\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nThey got a n***a in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky\nBut the n***a just a little bigger, he tryin f** me\nOut my cash, imma blast n***a, he don't know\nI gotta tell ya like the last n***a, gotta go\nDon't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up\nLeft to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)\nI'm known to walk the streets on any block\nI love my n***as, but I aint puttin down my glock \n\n\n\nThe gun shots rang when I lose n***a, and ooh n***a\nImma show you not to ever play a true n***a (haha)\nLay it down just to prove it\nAnd f** the rappin motherf**er we can do this\n[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]\nNow you know you shoulda ducked n***a\nGotchu fallin from the uppercut, f**ed, so what's up? n***a!\nNow you know you shoulda ducked n***a\nGotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? n***a!\n[Verse 3: Outlawz (EDI & Young Noble)]\nThey claim that we violent, we named after tyrants\nThis revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh)\nRoll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game\nMolotov co*ktails, release an up in flames\nTired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back\nLookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back\nWanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though\nOne more n***a came up short in the ghetto\nSociety lied to me so i'm strapped with the metal\nPush ya middle finger up n***a if you a rebel\nHave ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em'\nI done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em'\nI done made so many mistakes but still I dont regret em'\nI'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend\nI'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons\nWe all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven\n[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]\nNow you know you shoulda ducked n***a\nGotchu fallin from the uppercut, f**ed, so what's up? n***a!\nNow you know you shoulda ducked n***a\nGotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? n***a!\n[Outro: Edi Talking]\nTo all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there\n'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut\n'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!..\nThug Life we still livin it\nOutlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!\n",
    "2pac - There U Go lyrics": "(feat. Outlawz & Big Syke)\n[Chours]\nthere u go.....acting like a hoe....\n(I don't know why I'll be f**ing wit ch'u)\n[Pac]\nWas it the liqour\nthat makes me act blind?\nthe times I'm with her\nananomous pictures\nof other n***as tryin to kiss her\nwill i love her,or shall I dis her\nI'm sick of this scandalous sh** I deal wit\ntryin to paint a perfect picture!\nMy momoriez of jeliousy no longer care free....\nCause so much bullsh** your girlfriendz keep tellin me\nI'm on tall but now my bedroomz an open door\nso it got me thinking what am i tryin for?\nWhen I was young I was so very dumb\nEger to please, a lil'Trick on a mission tryin 2 get'em up P\nMe and my n***az is Thug n***az!, forming no Drug Dealerz!\nWe don'l love b**hez!,and believe they don't love n***az!\nI got'em plain by attraction\nBut you became a distraction a threat to my paper stacking\nI thought you'd change, but now i know \n\n\n\nCan't turn a hoe into a house wife baby\nAnd there u go.......\n[Chours]\nThere u there u go, acting like a hoe\nThere u there u go, acting like a hoe!\nthere u there u go, acting like a hoe\nActing like a hoe, acting like a hoe!\nSee tha word on tha streetz your\njust a groopy on a world tour\nNow I find out for myself your\nGirl you nedd to check yourself.......\n[Kastro]\nYou need to check this, I got this game twisted\nso I don't claim'em, just bang'em...\nPapa raised a playa, so playa I'll play'em\nI got hoez, that got more hoez than me\nSo how I love getting hooked like I ain't got G\nTruly, cutie, booty babe!\nBut that ain't enough\nAnd tha head make me bag, still that just ain't enough\nWhen I don't trust her, b**h be lien too much\nShe be dieing to f** me, you be buying tha stuff....\n[Young Noble]\nSee old friend I know..",
    "2pac - They Don't Give A f** About Us lyrics": "(feat. Outlawz)\nY'all ain't never just tripped and pictured\nAnd just looked at the whole situation\nCause once u look at it\nYou know\n(really do)\nThey don't give a f** about us\nThey don't give a f** about us\nThey don't give a f** about us\nThuggin' till the day I die\nThey don't give a f** about us\nAnd when I start to rise\nA hero in their children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\n[Tupac]\nSome say n***az is hard headed cause we love to trick\nEquipped with game so we bang wit this thuggish sh**\nI see you trying to hide\nHoping that nobody don't notice\nYou must always remember you still a member of the hopeless\nSee ya black like me\nSo you snap like me\nWhen these devils try to plot\nTrap our young black seeds\nLook it\nCops are just as crooked as the n***as they chasin'\nLookin' for role models\nOur father figures is bases\nSome say they expect Illuminati take my body to sleep\nn***as at the party with they shotties\nJust as rowdy as me\nBefore I flee computer chips\nI gotta deal wit brothas flippin\nI don't see no devils bleedin'\nOnly black blood drippin\nWe can change\nWhatcha now say?\nI'm watchin n***az work their lives out without pay (huh)\nWhatever it takes to switch places wit the bustas on top\nI'm bustin' shots make the world stop\nThey don't give a f** about us\n[Chorus]\nAnd if I choose to ride\nThuggin' till the day I die\n(Nobody)\nCause they don't give a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\nAnd if I choose to ride\nThuggin' till the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\n[EDI]\nIt's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone\nTime to reflect on what you did cause they saying you wrong\nI'm sure you had your reasons dawg\nI don't doubt you\nSee the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a f** about you\nOr them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh)\nNo including yourself\nAll you want is what they perceiving as greed\nSo as you loaded up that mack and continue to buck em\nI was on paper\nThinking they don't give a f** about us\n[Tupac]\nI'm seeing it clearer\nHating the picture in the mirror\nThey claim we inferior\nSo why the f** these devils fear ya?\nI'm watching my nation die genocide the cause\nExpect a blood bath\nThe aftermath is y'alls\nI told ya last album, we need help cause we dying \n\n\n\nGive us a chance, help us advance cause we trying\nIgnore my whole plea, watching us in disgust\nAnd then they beg when my guns bust\nThey don't give a f** about us\n[Chorus x2]\nAnd if I choose to ride\nThuggin' till the day I die\nNobody gives a f** about us\nBut when I start to rise\nA hero in they children's eyes\nNow they give a f** about us\n[Kastro]\nNow all my homies got love for me\nDown to catch a slug for me\nGuaranteed to bleed deeply\nNow that's love\nsh**\nNobody else could give a f**\nIf I'm tore down, from the floor down\nSix-feet deep in the cut\nWhat the f** done went wrong\nHow long will I be mourned?\nWhen I'm gone, same song\nAin't gave a f** all along\nAnd who am I to blame em?\nJust do or die through the rainin'\nSince they don't give a f**\nI don't\nFeel what I'm saying?\n[Kadafi]\nNow thug n***az die but multiply in doubles\nWrapped in plastic\nOr closed casket for our troubles\nPressed in times\nWe busted like bubbles\nWith the police\nThis nation's peace sent here to run you\nNow look at what this crooked world has come to\nI grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'\nMan I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain\nSo I spent your time in poor and working\nI see no reason\nSo I stay ballin' season to season\nWhy you stuck thinking that they give a f**?\n[Napolean]\nYou tell me my world is in peace, but n***a your lying\nCause half of my n***as, long gone, buried in the dirt just for trying\nSometimes I think my block is dying\nAnd that it's awful\nTo wake up to another day, sh** ain't change that all fool\nI wake up sweatin, dreamin, coughin\nSeein' me upside down backwards head twisted\nWhile I'm layin in the coffin\nThe sh** comes around so often\nSo tell me something\nBefore I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'\nn***a I been so through pain go through the struggle\nDoin the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin\nOn the edge of straight bustin'\nWell since you don't give a f**\nI be frontin\nAnd I'ma drink my Hennessey like it ain't nothin\n[Outro x2]\nNow if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die\nThey don't give a f** about us\nWhile I'm kickin rhymes, getting to their children's minds\nNow they give a f** about us\nThey wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try\nThey don't give a f** about us\nSo while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by\nCause they don't give a f** about us",
    "2pac - They Don't Know/If There's A Cure lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nAye, we doin' this for the fans\nFor the motherf**ers that be in our corner\nThis right here is some live sh**\nAin't one word written down\nAin't no words from my mind\nThis is the sh** right off the level\nThis how we do it\nCause most of the time, what n***as like\n[Bridge: 2Pac]\nn***as know me!!!\nBut they don't know the D-O-double-G (no they don't)\nThey don't know oh-oh-oh\nI say they swear they know me!!!\nBut they don't know the D-O-double-G (ha ha)\nThey don't know oh-oh-oh\nMy n***as down with me!!!\nUntil the day I d-i-e-e-e\nYou ho's know oh-oh-oh\nI say my n***as down with me!!!\nUntil the day I d-i-e-e-e\nYou ho's know oh-oh-oh\n[Chorus: 2Pac & Snoop Dogg]\nIf there's a cure for this\nI don't want it, I don't need it\nAnd if there's a cure for this\nI don't need it, I don't want it\nIf there's a cure for this\nI don't want it, I don't need it (b*atch)\nAnd if there's a cure for this\nI don't need it, I don't want it\n[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]\nI'm up early in the mornin', tryin' to get paid\nCause my mind's on my money, everything is so made\nI play game in the youngster, as a youngster\nTryin' to make my money, tryin' to become a hustler (yes)\nFinally made the status\nGladys Knight and the Pips\nSnoop Dogg 'bout to trip\nCatch your grip and then I'll dip\nMakin' money is a must for me, I gots to have it\nCause you know my lifestyle is like 2Pac's, it's just so lavish\nJust movin' on paper; movin', makin' and shakin'\nLeavin' fools in a daze, as if, I was a Laker\nBreak 'em down and shake 'em, pa** it off to 2Pac\nAnd let him take a jump shot\nBecause he gon' give it all he got\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nBack in the old days, n***as was s**ers, tried to belittle me\nBut that was when I was much smaller, just a little G\nBut now I'm a just a bigger baller\nn***as don't wanna see me, because I'm larger and taller\nMade my money get bigger, bank account is larger\nn***as don't wanna see me\nThey label Dogg the father\nWhen they see us on the streets, n***as scream peace\nThey don't want it\nCause they screamin' they \"Can't C Me\"\nYou heard the album, All Eyez On Me\n[Chorus: 2Pac & Snoop Dogg]\nIf there's a cure for this\nI don't want it, I don't need it\nAnd if there's a cure for this\nI don't need it, I don't want it\nIf there's a cure for this\nI don't want it, I don't need it\nAnd if there's a cure for this\nI don't need it, I don't want it\n[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]\nTake a trip around the world (world!!)\nCause that's what a n***a love to do (love!!)\nI'm havin' money like a n***a's 'suppose to ('pose to)\nYou know this money be the topic that I'm spittin' on (riiight)\nCause I gots to get my grip and fingers gots to keep it on\nI'm scratchin' for some scratch and some scrilla\nTryin' to get the big paper\nCause yo, paper is a k**er\nLeavin' n***as on daze\nCause yes, money pays\nCause, if you ain't got it\nThen it seems you out plottin'\nTryin' to do you a robbery, or some type of a**ault \n\n\n\nBut you just might get caught\nBut you know it ain't my fault\nI'm gon' dip away and slip away\nAnd find me a hideaway (hey!!)\nAnd look for my n***a 'Pac\nGon' and take the ride away\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nWell I'll be right there homie, uh\nWhat's up baby?\nYou lookin' crazy like you don't really know me (know me)\nI know you heard the album, I Ain't Mad at Cha (mad at cha)\nSo move closer, big baby, let me stab at cha (stab at cha)\nYou know the rules, Big 'Pac in this motherf**er (motherf**er)\nDon't look at me crazy, cause baby I ain't with them other s**ers (s**ers)\nThis Thug Life, baby, Outlaw Immortalz\nI thought I taught you\nBaby we don't do it, but we fought you\nAnd when we did, we beat you a** n***as in the streets\nTo the motherf**in' studio\nSoundin' like Phil Collins, singin' su-su-sudio\nYou n***as is booty\n[Chorus: 2Pac & Snoop Dogg]\nIf there's a cure for this\nI don't want it, I don't need it\nAnd if there's a cure for this\nI don't need it, I don't want it\nIf there's a\n[Bridge: 2Pac & Snoop Dogg]\nI say n***as know me!!!\nBut do they know the D-O-double-G? (I don't think so)\nThey don't know oh-oh-oh (they don't know oh oh oh)\nSay n***as know me (know me)\nBut do they know the D-O-double G?\nYou don't know oh-oh-oh\nn***as down with me!!! (down wit him n***a)\nUntil the day I D-I-E (Thug Life Thug Life)\nYou ho's know oh-oh (Dogg Pound Dogg Pound)\nI say down with me (down wit him n***a, down wit him)\nUntil the day I D-I-E\nYou ho's know oh-oh\n[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg]\nIt's like a family\nCorleone style (Corleone), or mafioso (Outlaw)\nSnoop Dogg 'bout to do it like Mussolini slow\nE.D.I. what up n***a? I see you, I feel you real now\nSnoop Dogg 'bout to show how you, how I peel the crowd\nI step back, relax\nNew jacks, they get smacked up against the wall\nWhen they, think that they can get with that, n***a Doggy Dogg\nI'm so smo-o-o-th (so smooth), I keep it on the real-a (real-a, k**-a)\nCause, I'm a true k**a when it come to makin' scrilla\n[Verse 6: 2Pac]\nThem n***as know, I suppose they froze\nOnce they seen me and the Dogg, doin' clothes in the videos\nb**hes pause, we all up in them drawers\nBaby you know the secret, uh, I gots to keep it\nMoney, paper, and b**hes, my only motto\nDrink out the cold forty bottle\nMy dog, you know these n***as is hogs (haha)\nNow me and Snoop came up, and built our name up\nb**hes thought they had us crossed, but b**h I got my game\nPlus, I'm a motherf**in' baller, alcoholic\nYou can ask my homie K\nHe'll tell you, I've been ballin' since around the way\nAnd E.D.I., had a baby\nHe's needy, but he's crazy\nGot these n***as runnin' wild from this f**in' .380, now uh\n[Outro/Chorus: 2Pac & Snoop Dogg]\nCheck this out\nIf there's a cure for this (then n***a)\nI don't want it, I don't need it\nAnd if there's a cure for this\nI don't need it, I don't want it\nIf there's a cure for this\nYou don't want it b*atch\nDon't need it (that's it)",
    "2pac - Things That Make Hearts Break lyrics": "pretty smiles\ndeceiving laughs\nand people who dream with their eyes open\nlonely children\nunanswered cries\nand souls who have given up hoping \n\n\n\nThe other thing that breaks hearts\nR fairy tales that never come true\nand selfish people who lie 2 me\nselfish people just like u",
    "2pac - This Ain't Livin lyrics": "Intro -\nThis ain't livin;\n1st verse -\nn***a;\nI hear even the smaller 'g's be dippin' chevy impalas;\nWhile flossin' they gold d's;\nO.g's is who they follow;\nWe swallow tomorrow's seeds;\nWhat we leave is hollow;\nWe feed violence and greed;\nLet 'em lead tomorrow;\nIn time they grippin' nines;\nSippin' wine they wild;\nStill i be starin';\nWatch the parents sacrifice they child;\nThe love's gone;\nA thug's home;\nWith no love feelin' so strong;\nMake young boys in the club dealers;\nNow one's for adolescents;\nNow dose for doughs;\nKeep your friends by your side;\nEven close your foes;\nNow three for johnny law;\nTryin' to take my chips;\nI never pulled the trigger;\nDidn't touch that b**h;\nThrow your hands in the air;\nIt's a robbery;\n_________ think of pac;\nWould you ride with me?;\nLet's go see what our enemies talkin' 'bout;\nWhen 'g's enter the house nobody's walkin' out;\nThis ain't livin;\nIt's similar to prison;\nWe're trapped;\nMy homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped;\nI watch my back twenty-four seven;\nAnd never let a busta send a 'g' to ghetto heaven;\nY-ou know;\nThis is how it goes;\nWhen we floss with flows;\nBefore i toss your hoes;\nIt would cost you mo';\nI do shows;\nMake a lotta dough;\nMurder my foes;\nBut i'd give it all up - if it would help you grow;\nThis ain't livin;\nHook 1 -\n(singer)\nTakes a life to make a life;\nLivin in a world of crime -\nAnd i -\nCan't find a better way to breakthrough;\n(pac)\nThis ain't livin;\n(singer)\nThis ain't livin' - i gotta do what i gotta do;\n(pac)\nThis ain't livin;\n(singer)\nTakes a life to make a life;\nLivin in a world of crime -\nAnd i -\nCan't find a better way to breakthrough;\nThis ain't livin' - i gotta do what i gotta do;\n2nd verse -\nPeep;\nGunfire is produced at alarmin' rates;\nToday's youth quick to shoot;\nGet in the car and break;\nIt takes a nation of millions;\n\n\n\nIf we intend to stop the k**in';\nJust search your feelin's;\nParticipation should be appealin';\nThey our seeds;\nAnd when they bleed we bleed;\nThat's what becomes of lonely children;\nThey turn to 'g's;\nHeavenly father can you rescue?;\nMy young nation - rest;\nThe lord will protect you;\nRespect due;\nNot a threat;\nAs i step in blue;\nAnd check those that opposed when i froze them fools;\nAnd who are you - to watch me fall father;\nI disappeared and reappeared as the _____________;\n(my guess is \"as the don k**uminati\")\nFollow me now;\nSkippin' cla** and livin' fast;\nWill get your a**;\nStuck in the pen;\nDoin' life plus ten;\nYoung brother pump your brakes for me;\nBefore you choke;\nWon't you soak up some game from your big homie;\nThis ain't livin';\nWe givin' you j**els;\nUse 'em as tools;\nExplode on the industry;\nAnd fade them fools;\nYou know the rules;\nGotta be a ridah;\nYou can run the redlights but read the street signs;\nHey;\nThis for all of y'all to keep on raisin' hell;\nPut a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself;\nIt ain't right;\nWhat you put your mama through;\nYoung 'g';\nGotta change your life;\nTake the game from me;\nThis ain't livin';\nOutro -\n(singer)\nTakes a life to make a life;\nLivin in a world of crime -\nAnd i -\nCan't find a better way to breakthrough;\nThis ain't livin' - i gotta do what i gotta do;\n(singer)\nTakes a life to make a life;\nLivin in a world of crime -\nAnd i -\nCan't find a better way to breakthrough;\nThis ain't livin' - i gotta do what i gotta do;\n(singer)\nTakes a life to make a life;\nLivin in a world of crime -\nAnd i -\nCan't find a better way to breakthrough;\nThis ain't livin' - i gotta do what i gotta do;\n(singer)\nTakes a life to make a life;\nLivin in a world of crime -\nAnd i\n- can't find a better way to breakthrough;\nThis ain't livin' - i gotta do what i gotta do;\n",
    "2pac - This is the Thanks You Get lyrics": "f** them slums\nMotherf**ers just don't know how to watch they mouth\nThis next song is dedicated to Daz coming from the bloom\nYou betta watch ya a**\nNowhere to run to baby nowhere to hide its got nowhere to run\nHey check this out\nIts break bread morphy\nAnd we going against the grain on this one\nAll those funny hucka bucka a** n***as\nWearing All Stars and braids in they videos huh\nOk\n(verse 1)\nn***as wearing khaki suits and beanies freaking the guns\nPioneers a gangsta rap but where they from (where they from)\nI rather listen to real n***as rest in peace Big Pun\nAnd Mausberg superior my prayers of love\nPopped Don n***a start the west was done (what)\nDon't forget gangsta sh** is how the west was won (yeah)\nWe trying to have benz and thangs and lacs on thangs\nSo turn to the whoop whoop leave a squares of the rain\nWe hardcore\nWhat you faking hard for\nGangsta rap will turn East coast boy what a hoe\nRed rag around my mouth on the beach cruising boat\nI will see Jay f** Dre blood is a dyke\nAnd even when the rap shows over\nIts back to the block to hang and bang and slang crackola\nMack 10 deep down you know you ain't no banger\nYou got paid left Englewood right with the Lakers\nOh you the n***as that started this gangsta sh** (say what)\nWell this the motherf**ing thanks you get (ha)\nIts time somebody come and tell the world the real\nThat you n***as was a fake and never banged for real\n(chorus 1)\nOh you the n***as that started this gangsta sh**\nWell this the motherf**ing thanks you get\nIts time somebody come and tell the world the real\nThat you n***as was a fake and never banged for real\n(chorus 2)\nGod dam\nWe just too gangsta\nSay what\nJust too gangsta\nGod dam\nWe just too gangsta\nWha what\nJust too gangsta too gangsta\n(verse 2)\nFour live respect from both sides\nf** Hollywood we in the hood where we low ride\nIt ain't about s** no more\nn***as you betta fake you to give or you taking progressive procrastinate \n\n\n\nShoulda stayed boring dog calls want it all\nNuts hang farther than y'all\nScared go to let me\nWeed thing harder than y'all\nQuick to get up in it\nBehind tint and a slant nose rolling doja\nn***as that bang for real\nLet a b**h expose\nThe cars and the hoes\nNo got the block lock and twist on gold\nConsisting with flows and throw the disses on toes\nYou n***as wanna bang the block can't hang the block\nAnd schools and barber shops swearing each slanging rocks\nWho know from floor spots and got it active on the block (moss)\nOff thirty six months and got thirty two month\nGangsta\n(chorus 1)\n(chorus 2)\n(verse 3)\nGod dam\nI had bust pro ham\nRecount the nines on so that all grams (ha ha)\nSee me I came up poor in the game\nCap a scrap cap a gangsta regardless the fame\nWhatcha know about young n***as striking the wall\nWhatcha know about buying a burger and cooking it off\nWhatcha know about the pen and only been to the halls\nWhatcha know about The Relatives, Big Y, and The Dog\nAfter this\nTheres nothing rougher than me\nOriginal break bread morphy pushing the line\nYou ain't from the streets\nYou had lost your mind\nIn Atlanta phenom videos faking the crime\nAnd Xzibit n***a you funny as hell\nClaiming rip before your album sale\nI'm socking you blood\n(chorus 1)\n(chorus 2)\n(verse 4)\nOver here we get high and only f** with that indo indo indo indo\nIf you banging in traffic throw it up out the window window window window\nOver here we get high and only f** with that indo indo indo indo\nIf you banging in traffic throw it up out the window window window window\n(chorus 1)\n(chorus 2)\nThe Relatives, Dog, and Big Y\nHere to give it up for my real n***as\nWho been down since day one\nMy n***a Tata\nMy n***a K Martin\nMy n***a Suge Knight\nMy n***a Squeek Ru\nThe Comrades\nDub C\nC.J. Mac\nAll my bay n***as\nE-40\nRichie Rich\nB-Legit\nGet ya smash on n***as (say what)",
    "2pac - This Life I Lead lyrics": "This Motherf**ing life I lead\nsh**\nA hell of motherf**ing road blocks\nAnd crooked cops\nWe still ride though\nWhat side?\nWestside\n[Verse 1: Tupac]\nI want money in large amounts\nMy garage full of cars that bounce\nMovin' my tapes in major ways\nCause every dollar counts\nBustas is jealous\nAnd half these nigas is punks\nThey runnin' off at the mouth\n'Till I fill up with my pump\nThey jump\nMy automatic keep 'em weary\nWhile you fronting like you Billy bad a**\nn***a you scary\nI been knowing you for years\nWe was high school peers\nIn Junior High\nI was itchin' to k**\nAnd you was ready to die\nWhile you bullsh**ting\nn***as was dying and catching cases\nBusting my automatics at motherf**ers in foreign places\nLeaving no trace\nThey see my face and then they buried\nThem b**hes die in a hurry\nStill I ride\nI'm never worried\nMr. Makaveli\nTell me to ride and I'ma ride\nPick my enemies out the crowd\nAnd muthaf**as die\nIt's not the way I wanna live\nMy n***a\nIt's how it is\nHomie got into a fight\nLast night they k**ed his kids\n[Chorus x2]\nIn this life I lead\nFiend for currency\nGet high off weed\nCollect g's\nMake my enemies bleed\nWhen you see me n***a\nHolla my set\nAnd watch them ride\nOutlaw mother f**ers\n'Till we die\nIn this life I lead\n[Verse 2: Young Noble]\nI ain't a k**er but don't push me dog\nFor that family I'll send that a** straight to God (what you doing n***a?)\nAnd in this life I lead\nI've seen the most\nOf my 23 years\nMy vision is blurry\nThe money is clear\nSome of my peers\nEternally will sleep in a coffin (yeah n***a)\nAnd noble on the road\nI'm extremely cautious (westside n***a you know how we do it)\nIt happened that fast\nSplit second your gone\nAt the top of my tombstone\nPut noble is raw\nOutlaw\n'Till I'm under the floor\nFor Kadafi the prince\nI stack dough like a clock on the bricks\nWith a watch on my wrist dog\nI know the time these days\nWe outlaws\nWe gonna die this way (n***a)\nWe already in the history books\nPac made sure of that\nWhateva you took\nWe taking it back\nYou know it's all for the foundation\nOutlaws\nWe still building the thug nation\nHolla at your homie\n[Chorus 2x]\nIn this life I lead\nFiend for currency\nGet high off weed\nCollect g's\nMake my enemies bleed\nWhen you see me n***a\nHolla my set\nAnd watch them ride\nOutlaw mother f**ers\n'Till we die\nIn this life I lead\n[Verse 3: Napolean]\nIt ain't but nothing air between us\nOxygen is gettin hot\nGot a problem\nMo' f*g a** n***a kick rocks\nNow *censored* on the phone\nAnd the n***a talking crazy\nI don't know who to blame \n\n\n\nHim or *censored* for k**ing babies\nI'm a New Jers' Devil\nThe street created rebel\nOnly got one shot to produce\nOn every level\nThis is Maximus\nGo to the max I must\nn***a I came from not much\nSo money I clutch\nUhuh\nNapolean the strength of strong arm\nWith a dick they whistle and ride\nI put a move up on\nI'm a\nHardcore\nProduct of the ghetto\nBeen blessed fo' sho\nTo eat from out the ghetto\nI maneuver in the right lane\nQuick to push back lanes\nSwitch it to the left lane\nI play with my hands\nAnd I'm plotting on the fortune\nIt's gettin hot and scorching\nI'm thinking like a scorpion\nThat torturing an enemy\n[Chorus 2x]\nIn this life I lead\nFiend for currency\nGet high off weed\nCollect g's\nMake my enemies bleed\nWhen you see me n***a\nHolla my set\nAnd watch them ride\nOutlaw mother f**ers\n'Till we die\nIn this life I lead\n[Verse 4]\nNow with this outlaw lifestyle\nThat I've been introduced to\nMoney and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (what's up Kurupt)\nSteady seducing us\nAnd I'm all for it\nIt's the life for me\nAnd the law cant spoil it\nSo you can call it what the f** you want (right)\nBut I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn-off pump (n***a)\nMy mamma ain't raise no punk\nAnd even dead Pac\nSo when I jump off\nI breathe for Yak\nBeen puttin in work\nSo I walk with a bop\nAnd it safe at home\nSo I sleep with a glock (no mistakes)\nThug living\nUgh\nWhat the f** would be better\nI do my dirt with the family\nSo we dying together\n[Verse 5: Edi]\nWe on a mission for mo'\nGangsta sh** on you hoes\nWe ain't f**ing with you lawyers\nCrossing n***as up out there dough\nTrying to live godzilla\nEdi went from a bad boy\nTo a anybody k**er\nLook out\nWanted man\nGuns in hand\nStand firm\nNuts are my pride\nNow lets burn\nBound and profound\nGoing down swinging\nHolding my ground\nWe the last ones breathing\nNo stopping till we eating\nDeep in the trenches\nSo many k**ings\nIt's senseless\nSo in this life I lead\nI stay protected\nMy god my squad\nAnd this thing in my palm\nNow all my hustling motherf**ers\nGet your money\nSing along\n[Chorus x2]\nIn this life I lead\nFiend for currency\nGet high off weed\nCollect g's\nMake my enemies bleed\nWhen you see me n***a\nHolla my set\nAnd watch them ride\nOutlaw mother f**ers\n'Till we die\nIn this life I lead\nThis motherf**ing life I lead n***a\nYou know what time it is\nWestside\nd**hrow\nDogg pound\nEverybody k**er\nBad boy k**er\n?? k**er\nAnybody k**er\nf** all y'all n***as\nIf it ain't westside n***a it ain't Pac\nThat's on my momma\n",
    "2pac - Throw Up Ya Gunz lyrics": "[Verse 1: Jay Z]\nIf you having girl problems I feel bad for you son\nI got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one\nI've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol\nFoes that wanna make sure my casket's closed\nRap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes\nI'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those\nIf you grew up with holes in your zapatos\nYou'd celebrate the minute you was having dough\nI'm like f** critics, you can kiss my whole a**hole\nIf you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward\nGot beef with radio if I don't play they show\nThey don't play my hits, well I don't give a sh**, so\nRap mags try and use my black a**\nSo advertisers can give em more cash for ads, f**ers\n[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G & Busta Rhymes]\nUhh (Check it out) uhh\nDiamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top\nChillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green\nOooh-wee, you see, the ugliest\nMoney-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness\nNine millimeter co*k test, wan fi' test?\nAnd the winner is...\n[Busta Rhymes]\nY'all n***as know the rules\nI blast on n***as so --\n[Notorious B.I.G.]\n-- my fist never bruise\nLand-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues\nAsk who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very\nLook forward to me like commissary\nAll of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie\nDone did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted\nOr get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it\nYour sh** it, just ain't got that LOUD\nGold tooth shine like TA-DOW!\nBiggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrow\nBy now you figure, he talkin' bout that n***a\nBut your weak-a** a**umptions, lead led to dumpin'\nIV to pump-in, you're feeling something\nCatch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift\nAt least six inches, above project fences\nTurn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches\nWhen I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)\nMissed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF)\nActor needs chiropractor (HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw\nYes I rocked, you tried to box (Hah)\nDangerous you're not I gets down (HOO)\nTwist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down\n[Verse Three: Busta Rhymes]\nC'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon\nb**h grab your tits, c'mon\nLet me know you in the spot\nBump your fists, c'mon\nThugs tote yo' sh**\nWe bout to get mo' rich, c'mon\nLet's blow the club, c'mon\nf** the place up, c'mon\nShake yo' nasty a**\nAnd make it swing all around, c'mon\nYo, make this money\nThrow yo' loot on the ground, c'mon \n\n\n\nBounce in your whips, c'mon\nb**h lick yo' lips, c'mon\nDangerous MC's\nMy n***a this be the sh**, c'mon\nDangerous MC's\nMy n***a this be the sh**, c'mon\n[Verse Four: Jay Z]\nI don't know what you take me as\nOr understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has\nI'm from rags to riches, n***as I ain't dumb\nI got 99 problems, but a b**h ain't one, hit me\n*Beat Fades Out*\n[2Pac]\nWestsiiiiddee! Haha\n[Verse Five: Snoop Dogg]\nTop Dogg, bite em all\nn***a burn the sh** up\nD-P-G-C my n***a turn that sh** up\nC-P-T, L-B-C\nYeah we hooking back up\nAnd when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up\nThug n***as drug dealers yeah they giving it up\nLowlife, yo life\nBoy we living it up\nTaking chances while we dancing in the party for sure\nSlip my ho a forty-fo' and she got in the back do'\nb**hes looking at me strange but you know I don't care\nStep up in this motherf**er just a-swanging my hair\nb**h quit talking, Crip walk, stay down with the set\nTake a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet\nOut of town, put it down for the Father of Rap\nAnd if yo' a** get cracked, b**h shut yo' trap\nCome back, get back, that's the part of success\nIf you believe in the S you'll be relieving your stress\n[Bridge: 2Pac]\nAll my n***as on the East Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as on the West Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as from the East Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as from the West Side, throw your guns up\nn***as from the East Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as from the West Side, throw your guns up\nAll my n***as from the East Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as from the West Side, throw your guns up\nn***as from the West Side, throw up your guns\nAll n***as from the East Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as from the West Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as from the East Side, throw your guns up\nHa ha ha, yeah n***a, Outlawz yeah, Thug Life\nHa ha ha ha ha, yeah, energy makes plenty of enemies, you feel me?\nThrow your guns up!!\n[Outro: Nas]\n(Live Hip Hop, Live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School\n(Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South\n(Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East Coast, this about us\n(Give Hip Hop, Give) This our thing, you know what I'm saying\n(Stay Hip Hop, Stay) This came from the gut, from the blood\n(Stay Hip Hop, Stay) From the soul, right here, man\n(I Pray Hip Hop, Pray) This is our thing, man",
    "2pac - Throw Up Ya Gunz (Remix) lyrics": "[Intro]\nI have this new project coming out along with some other brothers called \"One Nation\"\nIt's like an East Coast/West Coast collaboration\nTo k** this whole new vibe everybody want to be on about it\nLike a war between the East Coast and the West Coast\nThe East Coast West Coast thing is something that\nThe journalists and People are making up just to get paid and so it can drag out MTV music awards\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nIs it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings\nI can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending\nAnd since my life is based on sinning, I'm hell-bound\nRather be buried than be worried, living held down\nMy game plan to be trained and, military\nMind of a Thug Lord, sittin' in the cemetery cryin'\nI've been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus\nBalling as a youngster, Wondering if he sees us\nYoung black male, crack sales got me three strikes\nLiving in jail, this is hell, enemies die\nWonder when we all pa** is anybody listening?\nGot my, hands on my semi-shotty, everybody's b**hin'\nPlease God can you understand me, bless my family\nGuide us all, before we fall into insanity\nI make it a point, to make my peep bumpin' warlike\nDrop some sh**, to have these stupid b**hes jaws tight\n[Hook x2]\nAll my n***as on the East Side\nThrow up ya guns\nAll my n***as on the West Side\nThrow up ya guns\nAll my n***as on the East Side\nThrow up ya guns\nAll my n***as on the West Side\nThrow your guns up\n[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G]\nWho the f** wanna squeeze?\nMy Desert E's make MC's freeze\nYou wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams\nYou still apologizin, an*lyzin, my size and your size and\nRealizin, a fist fight would be asinine\nYou just pop wines I must pop nines\nGenuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece\nYou're shook up, two bricks, every cook up\nWe can hook up, all I see is the future\nDisrespect, I shoot ya\nBy the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly\nSold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak\nDie for a dollar n***a, life ain't sweet \n\n\n\nPlay for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep\nOur beef is my fiance, about to marry it\nIllegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics\n[Hook x2]\n[Verse 3: Eazy-E]\nn***as ain't sh** in the 90's, I don't trust 'em\nAnd b**hes on my dick but they ain't sh**, so motherf** 'em\nEazy know's what's up cause see he really don't give a f**\nCause it don't concern me if don't pertain to money or a nut\nBut then again I talk to a few of my friends\nNine times out of ten 'bout some ends or some skins\nCause I'm the type of n***a that gotta have it like a rabbit\nRappin' is my hustle bustin' ho's is a habbit\nI stab it like a true no good n***a should\nI do it the way a down O.G. n***a would\nAnd now n***as know Eric Wright ain't no busta\nAnother platinum cut from the Compton thugsta\nMy name is\n[Hook x2]\n[Verse 4: Big Punisher]\nThe penalty is d**h, especially when I'm mentally stressed\nMy enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip\nI never reject an offer to battle\nSlap a coffin on the saddle\nAnd rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio\nn***as talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin nuttin\nIf ain't blazin somethin with the mac I'm in the shack bakin muffins\nFake the funk and get your rump roast\nOne dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close\nPun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my Squad been waitin\nFor the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin\nAn orgi-nation of veterans built\nWith genuine sk**s to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills\nInvest in the real, don't get left in the hills\nMy tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills\nWe blessed with the will to never surrender\nCause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja\nIt's my world\n[Outro x2]\nAll my n***as on the East Side\nThrow up ya guns\nAll my n***as on the West Side\nThrow up ya guns\nAll my n***as on the East Side\nThrow up ya guns\nAll my n***as on the West Side\nThrow your guns up",
    "2pac - Throw Ya Rags Up lyrics": "Throw Ya Rags Up",
    "2pac - Throw Your Hands Up lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\n(I love this motherf**a tryna catch me)\n(f** this n***a)\n(what's happen, what's happen)\n(f** you wanna trip fool, what's happen n***a fool)\n(we can throw it off n***a)\nTwo n***as about to have a fight, look, look, check it out\n(we can throw it off n***a)\n(What's up n***a?, what's up?)\nThrow yo mothaf**in' hands up n***a, throw yo hands up\nThat's right, we gone take it back\nThese mothaf**as goin' to start catchin' lefts and rights and uppercuts\nI don't give a f**\nPut your guns down, lets have fun now\nThrow your hands Up, that's right n***a\nWe goin' ol' school on these s**as\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nHow many s**as wanna see me\nJealous, cause they peepin' me on TV\nMad, cause they b**hes wanna G me\nNow take it easy, it ain't my fault to see a hooker\nYou should've shook her, don't playahate me when I took her\nLife of a crook, look at them thug n***as ballin' y'all\nI gotcha hoochies full of liquor f**in' all of y'all\nAnd my, name!!, will be synonymous with spittin' game\nSlangin' 'caine, it ain't the same, n***as better change\nThem 3 strikes will have ya stretched fo' life\nGet arrested twice The third time fo' life\nAnd I, don't think you understand me G\nThat Penitentiary time just ain't the plan for me\nI got a, new thang; getcha papers and do thangs\nn***as ain't followin' ya true game\nCause if they was, they wouldn't be runnin' for they trunk\nEvery time that it's time for funk\nMothaf**a throw yo hands up\n[Hook: 2Pac, k**a, Moe ZMD & Ronnie Love]\nLeave the guns and the knives at home\nDon't be a punk a** n***a when the time is on\nThrow ya hands (just throw ya hands up)\nThrow ya hands up in the air (get 'em up, come on)\nThrow ya hands up\nLeave the guns and the knives at home\nDon't be a punk a** n***a when the time is on\n(we no punk ya little trick a** n***a, come on)\nThrow ya hands up (just throw ya hands up)\nThrow ya hands up (get 'em up)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nCould it be, that controversy was my destiny\nI let my anger get the best of me\nEverywhere we hang its the same thang\nIn '95 you can die if ya gang bang\nYou could survive, gettin' high like a true G\nCan't close my eyes cause these cowards wanna do me\nAnd sue me I've been hustlin' since day one\nOut on the block and never stop until my pay come\nBut now a days Its like bang, bang, duck quick\nI guess you rookies tough sh**, cause you bust clips\nBut s** dick, cause a kid got his cap pealed\nThe rap deal from the phonies who pack steel\nAnd act ill, Everybody wanna act hard\nI swear to god It's the season to pull a n***a card\nYou f**in' frauds can't handle business like a soldier\nI bet you too petrified to throw it from the shoulders\nn***a, now throw your hands up\n[Hook: 2Pac k**a, Moe ZMD & Ronnie Love]\nLeave the guns and the knives at home\nDon't be a punk a** n***a when the time is on\nThrow ya hands up\nThrow ya hands up (what you scared of n***a, what you goin' for the trunk man, what!)\nGet 'em up, come on (throw ya hands up)\nLeave the guns and the knives at home \n\n\n\n(s**a a**)\nDon't be a punk a** n***a when the time is on (I knew he was a punk)\n(Throw ya hands up) throw ya hands up\nJust throw ya hands up\n(that n***a [?] little trick to listen up)\nGet 'em up\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nLast year motherf**ers tried to bury me deep\nI had beef in every city, screamin' f** the police\nCouldn't sleep, I'm havin' thoughts about the baddest b**hes\nPicture me mobbin' in a rag with switches, punk snitch\nI let a trick be a trick when he slippin', leave 'em sleepin'\nIn the middle of the streets while I'm pimpin'\nYou can throw a sign but I'm blind to that punk sh**\nRunnin' with some real motherf**ers and we run sh**\nf** the dumb sh**, I ain't stoppin' it's a high speed\nRollin' on the 405 puffin' thai weed\nI'm shiftin' gears, then I disappear\nListen here, If they take me alive I'm doin' years\nBut still no fear cause I don't think they can catch me\nThis 350 will put the b**hes right in back of me\nThey won't jack me and just when I thought I pa**ed\nI f**ed around and went low on gas\nAll I heard was \"Throw Yo Hands Up\"\n[Hook: 2Pac, k**a, Moe ZMD & Ronnie Love]\nLeave ya guns and ya knives at home (damn)\nDon't be a punk a** n***a when the time is on (shift too, sh**)\nThrow ya hands up\nThrow ya hands up , get 'em up, come on (throw ya hands)\nLeave ya guns and ya knives at home\n(hey don't shoot n***a, I got my hands up, don't shoot)\nDon't be a punk a** n***a when the time is on\nThrow ya hands up\nThrow ya hands up\n(don't shoot, my hands up, I'm comin' out the car now)\nGet 'em up\nThrow ya hands up\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nAll y'all n***as out there thinkin' y'all really like you know\nTearin' sh** up\nBut ya really ain't bro\nYou only sendin' the police to the blocks faster\nSoon them n***as gone be comin' wit' army tanks and sh**\nJust mowin' n***as down\nPlus half you mothaf**as can't shoot no one\nPut the mothaf**in' guns down\nn***a lets take it from the shoulders\nIf you a real mothaf**in' soldier\n[Hook: k**a, Moe ZMD & Ronnie Love]\nLeave the guns and the knives at home\nDon't be a punk a** n***a when the time is on\nThrow ya hands\n(just throw ya hands up, get 'em up, come on)\nLeave the guns and the knives at home\nDon't be a punk a** n***a when the time is on\nThrow ya hands\n(just throw ya hands up, get 'em up) throw ya hands up\nLeave the guns and the knives at home\nDon't be a punk a** n***a when the time is on\nThrow ya hands\n(just throw ya hands up, get 'em up, come on)\nLeave the guns and the knives at home\nDon't be a punk a** n***a when the time is on\nThrow ya hands\n(just throw ya hands up, get 'em up)\nOh, we don't need no gat\nWe don't have to go out like that\nJust throw ya mothaf**in' hands in the air\nWe don't need no gat\nWe don't have to go out like that\nJust throw ya mothaf**in' hands in the air\nCome on!!\nThrow ya hands in the air\nWave 'em like you just don't care\nOooooh yea..\nAnd ain't no thang about to pump\nJust throw ya hands in the air",
    "2pac - Thug 4 Life lyrics": "[2pac]\nHAHA\nThug for life n***a\nCan't you read the signs?\nay f** it man\n(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherf**er stuck\nCan you put your middle finger out the window gettin' f**ed off - liquor\nGet loaded can't control it\nn***a pa** me the blunt and let me roll it\nYou get the bones act to the whole stack\nThats fo sho black\nTo be a mack and keep your dough fat\nAnd tell me what does it take to be a G?\nI started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\nYou gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\nStarted as a young muthaf**a doin' dirt\nAnd now im in the rap game like the crack game\nI got enemies\nCan't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\nAnd even thug muthaf**as wanna have fun\nStuck it, buckin' my muthaf**in magnum\nWhat does it take to be a G?\nSilence is a must, violence is a plus\nPlus, shots at my adversaries\nDem n***az scary best it's time to be buried\nCause ill be buckin' in a f**in hurry\n[Chorus X3]\n\n\n\n\nTell em'\nThug for life\nHigh till' I die\nWhen em' stupid a** b**hes ask why?\n[2pac]\nGame? Thicker than most of these tricks\nI got my mind on makin' money,\nBut you stuck on these fake b**hes\nAnd jealous muthaf**as can't see\nThat it's the fame that caught these stupid b**hes, pa** the p**y free\nSo tell me why u sweatin' a muthaf**a like me?\nA young n***a tryin' to a hustle up some G's\nYou p**y a** playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on n***as\nJumpin' around at the shows\nAnd your the first muthaf**a to jump\nTo the trunk when it's time for fun\nLittle trick a** punk\nThug muthaf**as don't die we get high and we multiply\nMuthaf**aa!!\nGive a holla to my n***as in the Bay\nI'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK\n[Chorus X6]\nTell em'\nThug for life\nHigh till' I die\nWhen em' stupid a** b**hes ask why?\nTHUG FOR LIFE b*atch!!\nYeah n***a, thug life, from now till' the muthaf**in' ever\nHavenotz in this muthaf**a\nYEAH, No doubt",
    "2pac - Thug Blues lyrics": "Love within a storm\nLove within a storm\nLove within a storm\nLove within a storm\nFirst it was nothin', not even, a fake ?\nLoneliness was a daily for me, until you came along\nThere was a gleam of a star in your eyes\nThought I'd never feel this way again\nAnd you were supposed to reach my heart\nAnd find love within, love, love\nOooh...oooh\nLove within a storm\nLove within a storm\nLove within a storm\nLove within a storm\nThis sweet, wonderful ghetto love\nThis sweet, wonderful love that you give me\nWonderful\nI could not ignore the magnetism, when I felt you near\nAny problems plaguin' my mind, was suddenly disappeared\nIt was re-birth of my heart, the day that you became my friend\n'Cause I knew for the moment I held you, that I would fall in love again\nFall in love again, in a storm\nLove within a storm (Continues in background throughout next verses)\nJust when I thought I'd seen it all\nOur paths crossed, amen\nAnd I knew, from the first glance\nThat you, would be hard to forget\nYour eyes, attracted me first\nBut you reeked of sultry confidence\nI couldn't wait, to touch lips\nAnd kiss, with my heart's intention\nWhen we didn't, was what I expected \n\n\n\nAnd for that moment, we erased the tension\nOf the awkwardness, of first date jitters\nAnd the initial blind date, first impressions\nWe kissed again; and I felt the pa**ion\nAnd this, my love, was Cupid's blessin'\nWe made love, within a storm\nIn the midst of pa**ion and chaos\nSomewhere, somehow, our true bond of friendship was lost\nIn the eye of the storm, the rain always falls harder\nThose who prevail this drama\nWill learn to bring their love farther\nBut now, the storm has past\nAnd the seas of our friendship are gone\nBut as long as I live, I will remember\nThe love within a storm\n(Love within a storm is repeated after every line)\nSweet, pa**ionate, love-lusting love\nYa know that I miss you, and love you\nYa know that Tupac broke my heart\nWe need to hear ya, hear ya voice\nThey say, this ghetto fabulous\nOn 125th street forkin' around\nThis village, and the village uptown\nSouth Central, Compton, Philly\nSha-Town, Southside\nIt's hot in 'Lanta, hot in 'Lanta\nJersey peeps, I hear ya\nMiami, South Beach, uh\nYeeah, got love for you, love for you\nMy Brooklyn knights lovin' you, lovin' me\nThis open, rich city\nYa know, I got love for you",
    "2pac - Thug In Me, Thug In You lyrics": "'Pac\nMaybe, it's the thug n me\nYou know, what time it is?\nBy age thirteen I was buck wild, good at my knuckle game\nMade it through a tough childhood never be the same\nWalked in my daddy's shoes, no time to be a peaceful man\nHad to shatter fools that's 'til I put my eyes on you\nGoddamn, sweetheart, you got some thighs on you\nNow I can't wait to get you home\nGet you all alone in my bedroom\nBaby, can we bone and get it on?\nTell me, lady, how you like me?\nAnd if you want it harder baby, come and bite me\nBut do it lightly 'cause that excites me to let it pop\nAnd if you lick me right, I'll do it all night\nOnly got f**ed by a drug dealer\nNever felt the real pa**ion of a thug\nThough I like the way you scream when you lovin' me\nI'm goin' deep, it's the thug n me, so whatchu sayin' girl?\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nI got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nI got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl\nWoke up this mornin', feelin' kinda horny\nI want you to come over to get some of this thug love\nTell me how you want it, girl, tell me how you like it, girl\nTell me do you need it, girl, don't try to fight it, come on\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nI got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nI got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl\nHow do you want it? I said toss it up\nLet me be your dentist, let me floss it up\nTell me how you want it, tell me how you need it\nTell me how you like it, don't try to fight it\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nI got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you \n\n\n\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nI got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl\nMoan, baby, when we bone it's on\nIt's so strong n***az in the next room'll cum\nI got ya head swingin', tongue kissin'\nAs I hit it from the back with the bed ringin'\nGive me space as I lick ya face, stick the place\nSynchronize so I drive when they kick the ba**\nLove f**in' in tha mornin', I get ya wet and bust a sweat\nThen I'm gone, left you on yo' own, girl\nTell me what you feel like blindfolded\nI'm cold do it real nice, that's if it feel right\nMaybe it's the thug n me, I pull ya hair while we f**in' in the chair\nWhen ya lovin' me up against the wall\nYou can have it all, just try, bet my kiss\nCan get you high, don't pa** by, grab me by my nuts\nWhen I'm lovin' you, now open up\nAnd let me put the thug n you\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nI got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nI got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nI got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nI got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl\nMaybe some thug n me, it gotta be a thug n you\nThug n me, a little bit of thug n me\nA little bit of thug n you, a little bit of thug n you\nThug n me\nA whole lotta thug n you, a whole lotta thug n me\nA whole lotta thug n me, come on\nA whole lotta thug n me, a whole lotta thug n you\nA whole lotta thug n me, you need some thug n you\nA whole lotta thug n me, you need some thug n you",
    "2pac - Thug Life (2Pac Version) lyrics": "[2Pac]\nk**, k**, k**\nk**, k**, k**\n[Verse 1]\nRaised by thugs schooled by k**az\nI learned mathematics from big time dealers\nSo how the f** these n***as see a n***a fallin'\nPop the Glock\ns**as plottin' on a playa cuz he's ballin'\nUp early in the mornin' 4 deep\nCreepin' in my jeep, n***a real thugs don't sleep\nYou'll never k** a real g, feel me\nHow many cops gotta drop 'fore they k** me\nMurder in the mutha f**in worst way\nTurned to a k**a on my 21st birthday\nBoom, boom, on a crooked cop, drop that\nLivin' like a thug till them n***as get the block back\nOh sh**, deep in motion\nTill we get a grip, my mutha f**az won't quit\nLivin' that Thug Life!\nTryin' to make a million of that drug life\nI got a Glock named cop k**a\nSo read the papers, another cop caught the vapors\nMight spend a little time with a b**h let her (go ho?)\nI'm married to the jungle, I live the Thug Life\n[Chorus]\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nI live the Thug Life\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nThug Life\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nThug Life\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nThug Life\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug (How You Livin'?), labeled as a cop k**a\nThug Life\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nThug Life\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\n[Verse 2]\nI hear they dream to hit chronic \n\n\n\nRun with a wild bunch\nThinkin' of dead n***as that i knew that died young\nIs there a heaven for a n***a up to no good\nOr is it another f**in' hood\nI'm havin' talks with my n***a little g from down the street\nAnd the n***a been dead for three weeks\nI'm goin' crazy\nDamn is a n***a loc'd\nFinger on the trigger, tryin' not to get smoked\nRollin' through the hood with my (flosish?)\nn***as keep my finger on the trigger cuz I'm hopeless\nWhat's wrong with a n***a comin' up\nMakin' mo bucks that's why them hoes f**\nHad enough of these punks, thug for life\nCan't stand b**hes now f** the right\nI told you once you can't trust her\nDon't go out like a busta, f**a!\nMoney bring b**hes, b**hes bring lies\nHoes get horny and mutha f**az die\nNever turn your back on the game\nI'll be lettin' off shots till the sh** change\nI live the Thug Life!\n[Chorus+ Outro]\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\nBorn in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a\n[?]",
    "2pac - Thug Life (Intro) lyrics": "[Intro]\nThug life is the only thing up in 90s\nThug life I mean like a little bit then thug life like a lot\nThese is my thug life n***as and we finna do this like this\nWhile I roll the blunt ya'll keep talking you know what I'm sayin'\n(thug life) what else thug life do craziest (thug life n***as do the craziest)\nIf they ask you, you tell em, these my n***as \n\n\n\nThat's how we ruling the sh** run and smoke a blunt [?] punking champs that's how doing that sh**\nf**in' n***as up f**in' n**gaz real bad\nTwo times quick in the night even drinking or smoking weed all the time\nWe high till I die you know what I'm sayin'\nCan't nobody f** with us either",
    "2pac - Thug Life (Souljah Version) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nRaised by thugs, schooled by k**ers\nI learned mathematics from big time dealers\nSo now them busters love to see a n***a falling\nco*k the Glock, s**ers plotting on a player cause he's ballin'\nUp early in the morning, four deep\nCreeping in my Jeep n***a, real thugs don't sleep\nYou'll never k** a real G feel me\nHow many cops gotta drop 'for they k** me?\nMurder in the motherf**ing worst way\nTurned to a k**er on my twenty-first birthday\n\"Boom, boom\" on a crooked cop, draw back\nLiving like a thug till the n***as get the block back\nOh sh**, deep in motion, until we get a grip\nMy motherf**er's won't quit\nLiving that Thug Life, tryna make a million off that drug life\nI got a Glock named Cop k**er\nSo read the papers, another Cop caught the vapors\nMight spend a little time with a b**h let her know thought\nMarried to the dope, I live the Thug Life\n[Chorus]\n*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*\n(Gun shots)\n*Labelled as a cop k**er*\nI live the Thug Life\n*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*\n(Gun shots)\n*Labelled as a cop k**er*\nThug Life\n*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*\n(Gun shots)\n*Labelled as a cop k**er*\nThug Life\n*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*\n(Gun shots)\n*Labelled as a cop k**er*\n[Verse 2: Big Syke]\nThe rules of the street I'm living by\nIt ain't no rules so n***as got to die\nShould I change or rearrange it keeps coming\nMy Tek-9 will never stop gunning\nMotherf**er's down homies they keep trippin'\nf** with me and yo' a**'ll come up missing\nI'm just a young n***a starving\nI need a f**ing vest for the bullets I've been dodging\nI'm living on the edge, blast the lead\nWanted by the feds, they gotta take me dead\nBut I got to get paid first, before they roll me off in the motherf**ing hearse\nCause I'm living the Thug Life fool\nStaying strapped and letting that Evil Mind rule\nCause I'm more like a k**er n***a\nPut the pressure down and leave your a** disfigured\nGot a Tek-9 pointed at your dome, so you know it's on punk as b**h\nBetter grab the chrome\nI refuse to be broke, have to keep trying\nSo who gives a f** about dying n***a \n\n\n\nIf you feel you want to take then take me\nI be a dead motherf**er 'for you break me\nFrom the present to the grave you'se a ghost\nSpraying cops down as I kick in the f**ing door\nAnd lay your wife down, lay your kids down and slice they neck\nThen I get respect\nEven thought I might pay the price\nI'm living the Thug Life, yeah\n[Chorus]\n*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*\n(Gun shots)\n*Labelled as a cop k**er*\nThug Life\n*Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (How you livin'?)\n(Gun shots)\n*Labelled as a cop k**er*\nThug Life\n*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*\n(Gun shots)\n*Labelled as a cop k**er*\nThug Life\n*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*\n(Gun shots)\n*Labelled as a cop k**er*\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nI drink Gin, hit Chronic, run with a wild bunch\nThinking of the dead n***as that I knew that die young\nIs there a heaven for a n***a up to no good?\nOr is it just another f**ing hood?\nI'm having talks with my n***a Little G from down the street\nAnd the n***a been dead for three weeks\nI'm going crazy, damn is a n***a loc'd\nFinger on the trigger, trying not to get smoked\nRolling through the hood with my closest\nn***as keep my finger on the trigger cause I'm hopeless\nWhat's wrong with a motherf**er coming up\nMaking mo' bucks that's why them hoe's f**\nHad enough of these punks, thug for life\nCan't stand b**hes now f** a wife\nI told ya once you can't trust a, don't go out like a buster, f** her (Cause)\nMoney bring b**hes, b**hes bring lies, hoe's get horny and motherf**er's die\nNever turn your back on the game\nI'll be letting off shot's till this sh** change, I live the Thug Life\n[Outro: Prince Ital Joe]\nYeah watch them blood-clot Police boy\nThem love to fire at young black man with gun shot\nMe not afraid of none of them\nBust my blood-clot gun\nIn a second its k** or be k**ed that's not gangsta\nAll I trying to do is put food on table for my family\nSo Police boy come f** with me\n?? for d**\nMe no sell d**, make music song\nChill\nMe bust gun at the whole of them\nThat boy make me feel like me wanna k** the whole of them still",
    "2pac - Thug Love lyrics": "n***a we doin' this sh** from Cleveland to L.A.\nn***a whatever you n***as want we bringing it\nThug Luv n***a what time is it?\nI don't give a f** where you lay at\nIt's time to slay these b**h made n***as\nThey ain't even knowing what type of n***as we is\nWhere my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\nI know you n***as been waiting for this sh** for a long time\nWell here it is n***a here it is what you gone do with it\nWell I must be close to the Armageddon\nLord You know that I won't fly that lesson\nYou taught me to pull out my Wesson\nYou brought and am I stressing it softly\nGet 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted\nWas harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto\nI want settle get on my level\nThey can't stop me or drop me n***a they got me f** naw\nLittle Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all\nI'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it\n'Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up\nI'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down\nSo quick to test bullet yes declare war\nRoll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder\nMo' horror for what the did it all pause for the cause\nAnd I fin to pull a nine or pistol little n***a\nWit mine f** dem n***as it's on\nAll y'all fall Bizzy gettin' b**hes test me bless the floor\nIn any attempt to arrest me stress me Lord\nLooking at d**h with the last of my breath\nFollow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps\nYet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets\nDeep in the leaves I'm alone n***a believe\nThat I can see it if needed an if you really want me in\nWell let it be and get the greens and be runnnin' up over Cleveland\nHa ha ha what's poppin' n***a? Put your motherf**ing\nHand on your strap n***a, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out\nOr be like punks and punk it out\nPull your strap on me n***a and you better k** be thug life baby\nI'll probably be punished for hard livin' blind to the facts\nThugs is convicts in Gods prison hand on the strap\nPraying to Father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me\nI flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life\nPleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name\nWe all gone die we bleed through similar veins\nYou'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst\nHeard the last jam n***a this ones worse\nMy n***a bone held the chrome till I came home\nThug Luv playas tell these b**h n***as bring it on\nI caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening\nTo help my n***as clean up some n***as no longer breathing now\nWho you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a\nCold a** the world them n***as k** you in your sleep\nUntil they stop me bury murder me or drop me\nI got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me\nLittle thug from the land n***a never ran\nMotherf**ers out to get me they don't understand \n\n\n\nIt's the number 1 n***a out with a nation of n***as\nDown to put in some work do some dirt\nf**in' round with the band Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\nFollow down the road we stroll to meet karma\nEverything I do it seem to cause drama\nReady for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya\nSo quick to test us n***a wanna crash me eat dust\nFor the love of the lust n***as bustin' on us\nHit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt\nIt's the Art Of War putting n***as on the floor\nWhen I'm comin' through the door\nBringin' nothin' but terror\nCausing much to the n***a that dared us\nTrying to put a twist in this thugsta era\nPaired up with a n***a like Pac\nAnd a n***a like me gotta stay high\nThug Luv till I die keep my prayer to the sky\nBut I'm still in the hood smoke and fry\nSo I beg the Lord to save us all escapers of misery\nBless my n***as in penitentiaries soldiers of the century\nHere to get it told my n***as to get the hell down\nDown with the dirt and we don't f** around\nBuck a couple of rounds and if you're pa**ing\nThrough then hit the ground\nAnd don't get caught up in the crossfire n***a\nArtillery thick and you don't want to get to f**in' with this\nI'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend\nI reload buck a little more flee the scene\n'Fore the po-po even know what you lookin' for\nThey don't know a motherf**er with a Leatherface hey\nMan she said I ran this way said I ran that way\nYou hoes'll never know because I got away yeah\nA criminal mind a n***a on the level sometimes\nSo get high and an*lyze your crime\nDirectly organized with results you'll be surprised\nOh n***a can you feel the vibe we can ride?\nPlaya hating n***as you gots to die\nIt's over wit Bone better leave it alone\nMo Thug I'm cracking' f**in' domes\nStill in the hood where the thugs play\nf**in' wit nothin' but thugs man\nAin't taking no shorts or no losses\nWe crackin' them domes around my way\nGive it to 'em on another level n***a\nGet a shovel you can dig a hole b**hes is dead\nInfrared to the head you can beg\nBut still gone bleed bloody red\nf** with mine will be see in the moonlight\n'Cause we out ridin' looking for you\nBetter run for cover n***a duck we about to bust\nStraight got the Infrared\nPut it on his forehead make some moves\nSend flowers straight to his home\nPut a card in the motherf**er send it to his mama\nTell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone\nPac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\nPac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\nPac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\nPac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\nPac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\nPac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\nPac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\nPac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv",
    "2pac - Thug Luv lyrics": "[Intro - 2Pac]\nn***a, we doing this sh** from Cleveland to LA\nn***a whatever you n***as want, we bringin' it!\nThug Luv, n***a. What time is it?\nYo, I don't give a f** where you lay at\nn***a, it's time to slay these b**h-made n***as!\n[Bizzy Bone - Overlapping 2Pac]\nPac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us!\nPac Pac run with us. Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n[2Pac]\nThey ain't even knowing what type of n***as we is\nWhere my thugs at? Bone thugs-n-harmony\nI know you n***as been waiting for this for a long time\nWell, here it is, n***a. Here it is. What you gonna do with it?\n[Bizzy Bone]\nWell, it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord\nKnow that I won't fly by that lesson\nYou taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me\nAnd I'm not stressing it softly\nGet 'em up off me, cause all we\nWanted was harmony, been bombing em\nYell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level\nThey can't stop me and pop me\nn***a, they got me? f** no\nLittle Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all\nI'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it\nCause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump\nI'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down\nSo quick to test, bullet, yes, declare war\nRoll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the murder\nMo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the cause\nAnd I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a n***a with mine\nf** them n***as, it's on\nAll y'all fall! Bizzy getting b**hes to test me\nBless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me\nLord, looking at d**h with the last of my breath\nFollow, follow, my kids!\nNo, don't sin in my steps!\nYet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets\nDeep in the reach, I'm alone. n***a believe\nThat I can see it, if needed, and if you really with me\nAnd well then let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland\n[2Pac]\nHa, ha! What's poppin', n***a?\nPut your muthaf**ing hands on your strap, n***a\nThug Luv, n***a. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out\nOr do this like punks and punk it out\nPull your strap on me, n***a, you better k** me!\nThug Luv, n***a. Thug life, baby. Thug Luv\nI'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the facts:\nThugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap\nPraying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me\nI flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V\nLife: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!\nWe all gon' die, we bleed through similar veins\nPlease explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst\nHeard the last jam, n***a? This one's worse!\nMy n***a Bone held the chrome 'til I came home\nThug Luv players tell these b**h n***as \"bring it on\"\nI caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening\nTo help my n***as clean up some n***as no longer breathin'\nNow, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe\nIt's a cold-a** world; n***as k** you in your sleep \n\n\n\nWatch me until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me\nI got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me!\n[Layzie Bone]\nLittle thug from the Land, n***a, never ran\nMuthaf**as out to get me. They don't understand\nIt's the #1 n***a out with a nation of n***as\nDown to put it some work and do some dirt\nf**in' around with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\nFollow down the road, we stroll to meet karma\nEverything I do, it seem to cause drama\nReady for the war like a knight in my armor, bomb ya!\nSo quick to test us, n***a wanna crash me, eat dust\nFor the love of the lust, n***as busting on us\nHit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!\nIt's the Art of War, putting n***as on the floor\nWhen I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but terror\nCausing much pain to the n***a that dared us\nTried to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up\nWith a n***a like Pac, and a n***a like me: gotta stay high\nThug luv 'til I die, keep my prayer to the sky\nBut I'm still in the hood, smoke and fry\nSo I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of misery\nBless my n***as in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah\n[Krayzie Bone]\nHere to get it, told my n***as they need get the hell\nDown with the dirt, and we don't f** around\nBuck a couple a rounds, and if your pa**ing through\nThen hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire, n***a\nArtillery thick, and you don't wanna get to f**ing with this\nI'm straight devil, not a punk and pretend\nI reload, buck a little mo'\nFlee the scene 'fore the po-po even know\n\"So, who ya looking for?\" They don't know!\nA mothaf**a with a leatherface\nHey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran that a way\nYa hoes'll never know because I got away\nA criminal mind to keep a n***a on the level\nSometimes I get high and an*lyze your crime\nCorrectly organized and with results, you'll be surprised\n[Wish Bone]\nOh, n***a, can you feel the vibe? We can ride\nPlaya hating n***as, you got to die, it's only right\nIt's over with Bone, better leave it alone\nMo Thugs come crack their f**in' domes\nStill in the hood, where the thugs play\nf**in' with nothing but thugs, mane\nAin't taking no shorts or no losses\nWe cracking them domes around my way\nGive it to 'em on another level, n***a, get a shovel\nYou can dig a hole; b**hes is dead!\nInfrared to your head. You can beg, you go fled\nBut still gonna bleed bloody red\nf** with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight\nCause we out riding, looking for you\nBetter run for cover, n***a, duck!\nWe about to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead\nMakes a move, send flowers straight to his home\nPut a card in the muthaf**a, send it to his mama\nTell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long gone\n[Outro - Bizzy]\nPac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us!\nPac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv",
    "2pac - Thug luv (Original Version) lyrics": "[Intro :2Pac]\n(Remy and drink n***a) Thug Luv (Thug Luv b**h!) n***a, what time is it. Yo' I don't give a f** where you lay at n***a, it's time to slay these b**h made n***as. They ain't even knowin' what type of n***as we is, THUG LIFE BABY Wh\nBone Thugs-N-Harmony. I know you n***as been waiting for this for a long time, well here it is n***a, here it is. What you gon' do with this sh**?\n[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone (2Pac)]\nWell look at the thug that my momma gave up on [?]\nAnd labeled me worthless\nStroll through the city at 14 dirtless, put in my work and alert the service (Tell 'em)\nWho could've knew me\nLil foster, kid fin to end of the world? (Whoa)\nWith enemies all rollin' Ruthless, well I better pull my pistol and pearl (freeze n***a)\nBefore they an*lyze, me bail\nBeen tricking psychologists since 12 or whatever\nCan I get bail? Or will I motherf** myself? Well I'm off to The Land with a hand full of balls that's all\nJust some of my dogs Mo! Thuggin' thuggin'\nReady to maul on y'all with a forty-five\nY'all fall and don't you call them laws\nRemember my name and that's not all/ Whenever you want some call and I'll be prepared to haul y'all off/ n***a dash trap that a** roll up your up yo' a** and punch it then flash/ Got a guage, when I catch 'em chillin' let's go k** his a**, k** his a**, k** his a**\n[2Pac]\nHa ha ha what's poppin' n***a? (Yeah) Put your motherf**in' hand on your strap n***a (Thug Luv n***a) Hell yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out (Thug Luv) Or we can do this like punks and punk it out. Pull your strap on me (Thug Luv) n***a and you better k** me. Thug Life baby. (Thug Luv)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nI'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the facts:\nThugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap\nPraying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me\nI flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V\nLife: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!\nWe all gonna die. We bleed through similar veins\nPlease explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst\nHeard the last jam, n***a? This one's worse!\nMy n***a Bone held the chrome 'til I came home \n\n\n\nThug love players tell these b**h n***as \"bring it on\"\nI caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening\nTo help my n***as clean up some n***as no longer breathing\nNow, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe\nIt's a cold-a** world; n***as k** you in your sleep\nWatch me until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me\nI got thug love for my nationwide posse. Feel me!\n[Verse 3: Sylk E. Fyne]\nA b**h like Sylk-E catch ya slippin' soon as you forget and trippin'\nSouth Central stompin' motherf**ers bloodin' and crippin' lil' ripstress\nSo let me kick it, I'm tired of hearin' that fake sh**\nI roll with real b**hes, thugstas, and pimps\nGot to repent, heaven sent since I was a small girl\nAsked The Lord to save my soul from this cold a** world\nLife unfolds, I unload to keep my sanity\nI guess it's just the B.I.T.C.H. in me\n[Verse 4: Bizzy Bone]\nWell, it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord\nKnow that I won't fly by that lesson\nYou taught me to pull out my Wesson you bought me\nAnd I'm not stressing it softly\nGet 'em up off me, cause all we\nWanted was harmony, been bombing em\nYell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level\nThey can't stop me and pop me\nn***a, they got me? f** no\nLittle Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all\nI'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it\nCause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump\nI'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down\nSo quick to test, bullet, yes, declare war\nRoll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the murder\nMo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the cause\nAnd I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a n***a with mine\nf** them n***as, it's on\nAll y'all fall! Bizzy getting b**hes to test me\nBless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me\nLord, looking at d**h with the last of my breath\nFollow, follow, my kids!\nNo, don't sin in my steps!\nYet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets\nDeep in the reach, I'm alone. n***a believe\nThat I can see it, if needed, and if you really with me\nAnd well then let it be, get the greens\nAnd we running up over Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland...",
    "2pac - Thug Mansion lyrics": "sh**, tired of gettin shot at\nTired of gettin chased by the police and arrested\nn***az need a spot where WE can kick it\nA spot where WE belong, that's just for us\nn***az ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood\nY'knahmean? Where do n***az go when we die?\nAin't no heaven for a thug n***a\nThat's why we go to thug mansion\nThat's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G\n... at thug mansion\n[Verse One]\nA place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind\nSo much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times\nI once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried\nBut when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes\nNo one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble\nNot knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you\nPicture me inside the misery of poverty\nNo man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived\nPrayin hard for better days, promise to hold on\nMe and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on\nWe found a family spot to kick it\nWhere we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick sh**\nA spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's\nWe still visualize places, that we can roll in peace\nAnd in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast\nI got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion\n[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]\nAin't no place I'd rather be\nChildren, dead homies and family\nSky high, iced out paradise\nIn the skyyyyyyyyyy..\nAin't no place I'd rather be\nOnly place that's right for me\nChromed out mansion in paradise\nIn the skyyyyyyyyyy..\n[Verse Two]\nWill I survive all the fights and the darkness?\nTrouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed\n\n\n\nI shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good\nfor multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots\nNobody cares, seen the politicians ban us\nThey'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain\nwhy they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?\nOr am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?\nI need a place to rest my head\nwith the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead\nIs there a spot for us to roll, if you find it\nI'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go\nHow can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom\nWatch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him\nI need a house that's full of love when I need to escape\nthe deadly places slingin d**, in thug's mansion\n[Chorus w/ minor ad lib variations]\n[Verse Three]\nDear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good\nTell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods\nSeen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook\nDrippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke\nThen some lady named Billie Holiday\nSang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came\nLittle LaTasha sho' grown\nTell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home\nMaybe in time you'll understand only God can save us\nWhen Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band\nJust think of all the people that you knew in the past\nthat pa**ed on, they in heaven, found peace at last\nPicture a place that they exist, together\nThere has to be a place better than this, in heaven\nSo right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin\nRemember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion\n[Chorus - repeat 2X (w/ ad libs)\n",
    "2pac - Thug N U Thug N Me lyrics": "[2pac]\nPut me in that; ay come on jojo ('pac.. hahaha)\nYeah that type of sh** (maybe it's the thug in me)\nYou know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me)\n[2pac]\nBy age thirteen i was buckwild, good at my knuckle game\nMade it through a tough childhood never be the same\nWalked in my daddy's shoes\nNo time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools\nThat's 'til i put my eyes on you\nGod damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you\nNow i can't wait to get you home, get you all alone\nIn my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on\nTell me lady how you like me\nAnd if you want it harder baby, come and bite me\nBut do it lightly; cause that excites me to let it pop\nAnd if you lick me right, i'll do it all night\nOnly got f**ed by a drug dealer\nNever felt the real pa**ion of a thug n***a (haha)\nThough i like the way you scream when you lovin me\nI'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl?\n[chorus: k-ci & jojo] *\nA thug n***a like me, i need a thug lady like you\nGot a lot of thug in me, that i wanna put in you\nA thug n***a like me, i need a thug lady like you\nGot a lot of thug in me, that i wanna give to you\n* 'pac repeats \"maybe it's the thug in me\" at various points\n[2pac]\nMoan baby when we bone it's on\nIt's so strong n***az in the next room'll cum\nI got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as i hit it from the back\nWith the bed ringin (haha)\nGive me space as i lick ya face, stick the place\nSynchronize so i drive when they kick the ba**\nLove f**in in tha mo'nin\nI get ya wet and bust a sweat, then i'm gone\nLeft you on yo' own girl\nTell me what you feel like, blindfolded\nI'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right\nMaybe it's the thug in me\n\n\n\nI pull ya hair while we f**in in the chair, when ya lovin me\nUp against the wall, you can have it all; just try\nBet my kiss, can get you high, don't pa** by\nGrab me by my nuts when i'm lovin you\nNow open up and let me put the thug in you\n[chorus]\n[2pac]\nSay baby what's your phone number?\nBe warned, i'm like a storm with my own thunder, i make the room rumble\nIn and out long stroke, hold ya breath now\nClose your eyes deep throat - did you like it?\nOooh i'm excited!\nCause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now\nLet me see ya shake your rump, tell me\nHow long will it take to cum, havin fun\nDo it one on one and we can all get involved\nFirst y'all do me, then i'll f** y'all\nWhen you call me the next day\nTo get s**ed by a n***a in the best way\nYeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane\nWhen you a hustler, motherf** a cash came\nI gotcha goin wild, cause i'm lovin you\nDrugged out with this motherf**in thug in you\n[chorus] - 2x\n[2pac]\nI don't wanna talk, i don't want no explanations\nI don't got no motherf**in explanations, y'knahmsayin?\nIt's the thug in me\nDon't be askin why i'm pullin your hair\nAnd why i f** so motherf**in thuggish\nThat thug pa**ion, y'knahmean?\nb**h, no mercy\nWhat you scared of? didn't you come over here to get f**ed?\nYou ain't come over here for me to be\nStrokin, and all that bullsh**\nYou came over here to get f**ed\nsh**, if i ain't f** you thug style\nb**h you'd leave my house talkin bout, \"tupac can't serve me\"\nWon't have me crossed up in that bullsh**, hahaha\nTurn over!\nMaybe it's the thug in me!\n(that too baby..)\n(ohh yeah, ohh that's right.. mhmm.. okay.. okay baby.. yeah..)\n",
    "2pac - Thug N U Thug N Me [remix] lyrics": "Put me in that; ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha)\nYeah that type of sh** (maybe it's the thug in me)\nYou know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me) By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game\nMade it through a tough childhood never be the same\nWalked in my daddy's shoes\nNo time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools That's 'til I put my eyes on you\nGod damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you\nNow I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone\nIn my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on Tell me lady how you like me\nAnd if you want it harder baby, come and bite me\nBut do it lightly; cause that excites me to let it pop\nAnd if you lick me right, I'll do it all night Only got f**ed by a drug dealer\nNever felt the real pa**ion of a thug n***a (haha)\nThough I like the way you scream when you lovin me\nI'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl? A thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nGot a lot of thug in me, that I want to put in you\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nGot a lot of thug in me, that I want to give to you Moan baby when we bone it's on\nIt's so strong n***az in the next room'll cum\nI got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as I hit it from the back\nWith the bed ringin (haha) Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place\nSynchronize so I drive when they kick the ba**\nLove f**in in tha mo'nin\nI get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone Left you on yo' own girl\nTell me what you feel like, blindfolded\nI'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right\nMaybe it's the thug in me I pull ya hair while we f**in in the chair, when ya lovin me\nUp against the wall, you can have it all; just try\nBet my kiss, can get you high, don't pa** by\nGrab me by my nuts when I'm lovin you\nNow open up and let me put the thug in you A thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nGot a lot of thug in me, that I want to put in you \n\n\n\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nGot a lot of thug in me, that I want to give to you Say baby what's your phone number?\nBe warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder, I make the room rumble\nIn and out long stroke, hold ya breath now\nClose your eyes deep throat - did you like it? Oooh I'm excited!\nCause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now\nLet me see ya shake your rump, tell me\nHow long will it take to cum, havin fun Do it one on one and we can all get involved\nFirst y'all do me, then I'll f** y'all\nWhen you call me the next day\nTo get s**ed by a n***a in the best way Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane\nWhen you a hustler, motherf** a cash came\nI gotcha goin wild, cause I'm lovin you\nDrugged out with this motherf**in thug in you A thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nGot a lot of thug in me, that I want to put in you\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nGot a lot of thug in me, that I want to give to you A thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nGot a lot of thug in me, that I want to put in you\nA thug n***a like me, I need a thug lady like you\nGot a lot of thug in me, that I want to give to you I don't want to talk, I don't want no explanations\nI don't got no motherf**in explanations, why'knahmsayin?\nIt's the thug in me\nDon't be askin why I'm pullin your hair And why I f** so motherf**in thuggish\nThat thug pa**ion, why'knahmean?\nb**h, no mercy\nWhat you scared of? Didn't you come over here to get f**ed? You ain't come over here for me to be\nStrokin, and all that bullsh**\nYou came over here to get f**ed\nsh**, if I ain't f** you thug style b**h you'd leave my house talkin bout, \"Tupac can't serve me\"\nWon't have me crossed up in that bullsh**, hahaha\nTurn over!\nMaybe it's the thug in me! (That too baby..)\n(Ohh yeah, ohh that's right.. mhmm.. okay.. okay baby.. yeah..)",
    "2pac - Thug N U Thug N Me Remix Feat K-ci & Jojo lyrics": "[2pac]\nAy come on jojo ('pac.. hahaha)\nYeah that type of sh** (maybe it's the thug in me)\nYou know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me)\n[2pac]\nBy age thirteen i was buckwild, good at my knuckle game\nMade it through a tough childhood never be the same\nWalked in my daddy's shoes\nNo time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools\nThat's 'til i put my eyes on you\nGod damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you\nNow i can't wait to get you home, get you all alone\nIn my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on\nTell me lady how you like me\nAnd if you want it harder baby, come and bite me\nBut do it lightly; cause that excites me to let it pop\nAnd if you lick me right, i'll do it all night\nOnly got f**ed by a drug dealer\nNever felt the real pa**ion of a thug n***a (haha)\nThough i like the way you scream when you lovin me\nI'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl?\n[chorus: k-ci & jojo] *\nA thug n***a like me, i need a thug lady like you\nI got a lot of thug in me, that i wanna put in you\nA thug n***a like me, i need a thug lady like you\nI got a lot of thug in me, that i wanna give to you girl\n* 'pac repeats \"maybe it's the thug in me\" at various points\n[2pac]\nMoan baby when we bone it's on\nIt's so strong n***az in the next room'll cum\nI got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as i hit it from the back\nWith the bed ringin (haha)\nGive me space as i lick ya face, stick the place\nSynchronize so i drive when they kick the ba**\nLove f**in in tha mo'nin\nI get ya wet and bust a sweat, then i'm gone\nLeft you on yo' own girl\nTell me what you feel like, blindfolded\nI'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right\n\n\n\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nI pull ya hair while we f**in in the chair, when ya lovin me\nUp against the wall, you can have it all; just try\nBet my kiss, can get you high, don't pa** by\nGrab me by my nuts when i'm lovin you\nNow open up and let me put the thug in you\n[chorus]\n[2pac]\nSay baby what's your phone number?\nBe warned, i'm like a storm with my own thunder, i make the room rumble\nIn and out long stroke, hold ya breath now\nClose your eyes deep throat - did you like it?\nOooh i'm excited!\nCause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now\nLet me see ya shake your rump, tell me\nHow long will it take to cum, havin fun\nDo it one on one and we can all get involved\nFirst y'all do me, then i'll f** y'all\nWhen you call me the next day\nTo get s**ed by a n***a in the best way\nYeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane\nWhen you a hustler, motherf** a cash came\nI gotcha goin wild, cause i'm lovin you\nDrugged out with this motherf**in thug in you\n[chorus] - 2x\n[2pac]\nI don't wanna talk, i don't want no explanations\nI don't got no motherf**in explanations, y'knahmsayin?\nIt's the thug in me\nDon't be askin why i'm pullin your hair\nAnd why i f** so motherf**in thuggish\nThat thug pa**ion, y'knahmean?\nb**h, no mercy\nWhat you scared of? didn't you come over here to get f**ed?\nYou ain't come over here for me to be\nStrokin, and all that bullsh**\nYou came over here to get f**ed\nsh**, if i ain't f** you thug style\nb**h you'd leave my house talkin bout, \"tupac can't serve me\"\nWon't have me crossed up in that bullsh**, hahaha\nTurn over! maybe it's the thug in me! ..\n",
    "2pac - Thug n***a lyrics": "[Intro: Capital LS & 2Pac]\nYo E, somebody come in this motherf**er with me man\nI'm with you n***a, you don't need nobody, I'm with you n***a\nCome on n***a what's up?\nLS and 'Pac, Greg Nice\nYou're looking at me through the window\nAsu, set it off with you n***a\nCome up in here with me y'all\n(Set it off n***a, for the n***as in New York, set it off)\nYo' ha ha ha ha ha yo' yo'\n(LS in this biaatch!)\nWe in the motherf**in'... west coast right now\n(Westside)\nWord to mother, my n***a Kurupt\n(Eastside, ride)\nK- Kurupt, word, I got my n***a Greg Nice\n(Right there n***a, right there)\nBaby Jesus and the Allstars\n(babbbby babbby )\nTha Outlawz, takin' off their draws, n***as\nYo' we 'bout to... check it out\n[Verse 1: Capital LS]\nWhat does it take to shake and bake nowadays?\nn***as in crime, get made cause it pays\nBodies get sprayed with motherf**in' ultra-rays\nWhen sh** gets too smooth I get's, rude with the lipper\nAny kind of liquor's company like Jack Tripper\nThere's been times when I flip like acrobats\nf**in' coast to coast, chickenheads to hoodrats\nTools to Gats, Lowriders to Ac's\nTwo years ago my sh** was underrated (was underrated)\nI wish you rap n***as frustrated\nThe rhyme stated updated; as I migrated\nI'm direct from Strong Island, New York\nWhere I be smilin', profilin', wildin'\nWith my n***as in the Acura Coupe\nIn the Ja's and b**hes like the Ginseng group (Ginseng baby)\nPlayin' that \"One Love\" loop Ha ha ha (loop)\nThe sun shines through my sunroof (sunroof)\nSome days I can amaze the youth with proof that\nThe force of my rhyme can cause a cardiac (cardiac)\nArrestin' motherf**ers that don't like investin'\nSo I eat them up like salad dressin' (salad dressin')\nAnd it don't stop\n[Ad-libs: 2Pac]\nHa ha ha, yeah n***a, that's how we do that sh**\nLS in this b**h, n***a that's how we do that sh**\nLive live on the westside, eastside right, n***as can't understand it, no doubt, no doubt\nMy scandalous family, insanity\nIt ain't no playin' n***a we're takin' over the whole industry\nYou b**h made n***as can't believe that sh**\nLS and n***as so crazy\nYou only have to pay, to pull up on that b**h\nYou've been clowned, to make it to that ground\nThese n***as snatchin' your business kid\n[Verse 2: Asu]\nThey f**ed around and let the 3rd bred about the stable (Whats up?)\nMe and my Cali n***as is jumpin' fools without the cables (Without the AK)\nEverything I got is double 2's 4's and barrels\nOnce that a** slipped we gots to burn it like Carrol\nSomehow someway real n***as know real n***as yeah yo why is that?\nWhen you roll Asu, you end up with them tires flat\nThe names Asu, it starts with A and ends with you\nWhatever you want to do, I got my whole f**in' crew\nUp over the mountain there's fountain of phrases\nI'm countin' pages, ages is givin' up wages to heal the rages \n\n\n\nI don't riff, I stay cool let the sanity build\nAll I need is a starter and the horror that's worse than Amityville\nNo disrespect, all we want is bacon G\nPack them bags; they have them hotel got vacancy\n[2Pac talk]\nThat's right n***a set that sh** 'til they motherf**in' chincheckin' we wreck it, Look here\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nMy n***as crooked, though it seems\nMy every single, thought is caught up, in collectin' cream\nA made n***a, Picture me dyin' in the blaze, or gunfire\nWill not retire 'til I'm paid, turn the ba** up high\nWhen we ride, we fly by, b**hes blow me kisses\nn***as from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches\nFrom Crenshaw to 1-2-5 and do or die\nRollin' with n***as from Long Beach, to Long I\nI hardly smile, cause my heart froze\nOnce I, commence my show, I rip apart foes\nNow I, got one nation its a crooked compilation\nJust to end the bullsh** let's get back to money makin'\nTell 'em bustas that I rolled on, controllin' our house\nMy sh**'s so wicked when I flip, n***as closin' they mouth\nThem Cocoa brovaz, Buckshot the BDI thug\nGreg Nice, LS, Asu, so show a n***a love\nOutlaw!\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nYou feel that sh** n***a!\nYou know what time it is, ha ha ha ha, yeah!\nHit them n***as with the sh** that made Nice & Smooth nice n***a\nGreg Nice feel me n***a?\nI know u f**ed a lot of drug dealers\nBut she never got f**ed by a thug n***a\nCome on! I know she f**ed a lot of drug dealers\nBut she never got f**ed by a thug n***a\nCome on! I know you f** a lot of drug dealers\nBut you never got f**ed by a thug n***a, baby never\nCome on! I know you're f**in' with some drug dealers\nBut you never got f**ed by a thug n***a\nHa ha ha ha, yeah yeah!, all like that n***a\nHa ha ha ha, hell motherf**in' yeah, Thug Life baby\nIt don't stop, this song is twisted and crazy\nYeah n***a, that n***a 2Pac\nFrom this block to your block, you can tell the kids nod\nOne Nation, f** around and get shot, you know, One Nation\nEast side, West Side, ha ha ha ha, yeah\nAll my n***as on the East Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as on the West Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as from the East Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as from the West Side, throw your guns up\nn***as from the East Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as from the West Side, throw your guns up\nAll my n***as from the East Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as from the West Side, throw your guns up\nn***as from the West Side, throw up your guns\nAll n***as from the East Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as from the West Side, throw up your guns\nAll my n***as from the East Side, throw your guns up\nHa ha ha, yeah n***a, Outlawz yeah, Thug Life\nHa ha ha ha ha, yeah, energy makes plenty of enemies, you feel me?\nThrow your guns up!!",
    "2pac - Thug Nature lyrics": "One, two\nTo a n***a nature\nHehe\n[Verse 1]\nNo need to cry now, go wipe your tears\nBe a woman, why you actin' surprised?\nYou showed the bullsh**; commin' fake hair\nfake nails, fake eyes too\nSo why you bound to f** wit fake guys too\nAint nothin' hard about it\nWhy you lookin' sad, should'a though about it\nSay you learn, i truly doubt it\nI guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love\nGettin' freaky with the thug n***az up in the club\nAsk to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione (spellin?)\nKnowin' I'm a cash dealer, still I, remain calm\nLet you chill with me\nPlus you was smilin' 'til the bill miss me\nThat's what you get for trynna dick me\nMissed me with that \"buy me this, buy me that\"- syndrome sh**\nb**h get a job if you wanna be rich\nGettin' mad 'cuz i cursed and i screamed i hate'cha\nIntroduced you to a n***a nature, feel me\n[Chorus]\n[Verse 2]\nProbably too nice at first\nI lettin' you kiss where it hurts\nMe and you gettin' busy, slangin' dick in the dirt\nMet you at a pool party it was cool to kick it\nSee us, toungkissin', you was trouly with it\nLittle Exstacy, Hennesey, mix with me\nPicture me pray for p**y when the dick's for free\nHey now, where my n***az at? Tell these hoes\nBefore I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses\nVisions of you sittin' there sweaty and wet\n\n\n\nPointin' at the places that you want me to hit\nGive me room all up in the room, call the cops\nn***a, hit them walls til the ba*tard drop\nLabel me: Makaveli - Thug n***a with pipe\nLivin' life as a Rock Star friday nights\nMake money, get p**y\nAlways keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride\nTo complete my Nature now!\n[Chorus] (That's a n***a nature!)\n[Verse 3]\nStarted as a seed from the semen\nStraight outta Papa's nuts, lustin' for creamin'\nb**hes wit big bu*ts, curves make a n***a cry, tits and sh**\nWhen I'm locked down beggin' you for p**no fleeks\nSneak weed in, helped a n***a pa**ed the time\nWith my name tattoo'd so that a** is mine\nTell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good\nA local legend through the whole hood\nFollow me, I got a gun on me\nGoin' for nun on the run baby\nYou know a n***a need some, is my son crazy?\nWhy I cry, when i be thuggin' til i die\nPicture of n***a in heaven high, of weed I fly\nGot me missin' dead homies with the phonies that died\nHit the weed and hope it get me high\nDear God, understand my ways, livin' major\nBlessed with a thug's heart\nIn a realla n***a nature!\n[Chorus x2] (That's a n***a nature!)\n(Just be a n***a nation)\n(It ain't my fault, that's a n***a nature)\n(A n***a nature)\n",
    "2pac - Thug Pa**ion lyrics": "(feat. Dramacydal, Storm, Jewell)\n[Intro: 2Pac]\nAight, new drink\none part alazhay one part chrystal\nThugs Pa**ion baby\ny'all know what time it is\nThis drink is Gauranteed to get the p**y wet and the dick hard\nnow if ya with me\nPour a gla** and drink with a n***a\nknow what I mean ?\nI ain't trying to turn you all n***as into alcholics\nAlcholics (ha ha)\nI'm just trying to turn you into muthaf**in thugs\nSo come and get some of this thug pa**ion Baby\n[Verse One: Dramacydal]\nI could pull out the drink\nand be good 'till it's relavent but\nI'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a n***a\nlike its Heaven sent\nTripping over dead presidents\nthey got these derelicts\nI throw was down with this business\nTryin' clown and get a cent\nand so rather\nthan stand forever, been thinking\ndrinking over a felony\nand hell of me and how it will be some other sh**\nPeople telling me to cool out\nBut they ain't feeling me\na mutha f**in fool 'bout\nmy f**in cheddar cheese\nand it pleases, pa**ion of mine\nThuggin huggin plenty of G's\nand laughing while I pa** through times\nAnd all thes back stabbers be watchin\nJust keep it plain\nI'm a keep it the same partner\nJust take it the simple game\nI can pinkle with the rain twinkling\ndiamonds and thangs go plinklin\nenough to hold me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin\nand These adversaries\nthey gonna have to be worrying\ncuz I'm a be illing\nFufillin my Pa**ion\nTill I'm burryin'\nMy Thug Pa**ion\n[Chorus: Jewell]\nI heard it's the bomb\nand you got it going on\ngive me some of your Thug Pa**ion Babby\nYou got me dripping wet\nfrom the way you make me sweat\ngive me some of your Thug Pa**ion Babby\nowwowwwowwww\n[Verse Two: Dramacydal]\nNow what if me\nturn this Henessee\ninto a robbery\nthe Prophecy probably suddenly\nswitch and How it supposed to be?\nAnd Dirty money\nCan't be evil cuz it's filling up my tummy see\nBorn in a position\nd**h collision\nwas futuristic\ntwisting riches\nBut there is only one way to make mo'\nso I'm standing on the corner\ntrying to hustle in the snow \n\n\n\nand My bigga bro\ncouldn't know\nbut buy a four four\nblasting at playa hating\nwantin' mo'\nwith a Thug Pa**ion\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nPutting down mashin'\ncontrol by this Thug's Pa**ion\nunlike them other bustas pistol blastin'\nI'm asking, What Happened?\nTo the n***as who kept it real\nlike they claim to\nthat's when I bang do\nsee thang true\nTraveling this road my poor soul\nhas been consolidated\nwith all this bullsh** I done tolerated\nHow I made it\ncan easily stated\nit's like my heart be gripped with the Pa**ion\nto be the f**ing greatest\nLoad up and take sh**\n[Dramacydal]\nMake this to some high dollar gangster sh**\njack a stack till we got enought bank to split\n[Verse Four: Storm]\nCreep with me\nthrough that Imortal flow\nThug Pa**ion got you tremblin'\nlike d**h on the Row\nmake your move\nso I can throw your mind a curve\nwhile i'll be blowin up tha scene\nlike my n***a Mr. Herb\ntake a toke\nas your heart goes full arrest\nI got tha bomb\nso n***a, f** tha rest\nya need a 3rd to get ya flowin'\nand let that loc see smoke\nfeelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Five: 2Pac]\nThey say money don't make tha man\nbut damn i'm makin' money\nobservin' you muthaf**ers\ncause some of you b**hes funny\nsay you want it\nbut you bullsh**in'\nlickin' them lips\nyou got me about to act a fool quick\nsippin' on some Alazay and Cristal, meanwhile\nbuy me a drink\nand get to winking at me\nshe smiles\na n***as full of pa**ion\nSatisfaction is everlastin'\nHow does it feel ?\nwhat i'm askin'\nwhile i'm rubbin' on that a**\nwhy you laughin' ?\nsee, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious\nfull blown and furious\nbaby get a grip\nwhen I be doin' this\nIt's so physical\nmy attraction\ndriven by alchol\nbeware of my reaction\nbaby i'm born to ball\nthugged out on d**h Row\nYou better recognize\nand picture what I said so\nNow you can feel it\nit's a potion for my n***as in motion\nforever blastin'\nb**hes ain't ready for this Thug Pa**ion\n[Chorus 4X]",
    "2pac - Thug Style lyrics": "(intro)\nf** 2pac that n***a ain't sh**\nThat n***a ain't from muhf**in' new york\nThat n***a be out there with them cali n***as\nYo n***a man f** pac that n***a west coast\nThat f**er that always with them new york n***as\nSeen them with that n***a man that n***a ain't from the west coast\nMan f** pac f** that n***a that n***a ain't really down\nRapin' a** n***a i didn't do it f** it with that n***a\nf** that n***a man f** that n***a let that n***a go to jail right\nAnd f** that n***a f** that n***a f** you too n***a\n2pac- (overlapping)\nI'm in this muthaf**a\nI guess these muthaf**as tryin' to take me out the business right\nI guess i ain't east coast enough for my n***as back in new york\nAnd i ain't west coast for these n***as on the west huh?\nf** e'rybody\nHeh heh heh...\nThug style out this muthaf**a n***as throw ya hands in the air\nIf you got jeep make ya speakers pop\nI want muthaf**ing police trying to pull n***as over on this one\nWe taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style thug style\nYou feel me, things that we can only do as a real g\nWe ain't dead yet, feel me!!\nI got my hennessy find ya foes\nIn a room full of n***as tryin' to hide ya hoes\nI'm getting high off buddha\n'cause the times be slow\nI keep my mind on dough\nYou never find me broke\nAnd who meee a n***a livin' life like a g\nIn that artillery keepin' n***as off of me\nI can't sleep living in these wicked times\nPeep, n***as after me 'cause they see i'm stacking g's and heat\nYou can holler if you want to pleeease\nI ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee\nEnemies and my range is on\nYou're in the danger zone\nMy f**in' game is strong, hotline\nYou s**as better find ya mind i got mine\nFrom hustling and busting them rhymes\nTo my n***as up in quentin\nDown on riker's isle stay rile\nBut a n***a gotta use his styles\nThese,\n(chorus)\nn***as don't know my style\nQuick to smile juvenile\nWas a problem child\n\n\n\nTry to put me in the courts\nBut my force was wild\nb**hmade a** n***as don't know my style\nThese,\nn***as don't know my style\nQuick to smile juvenile\nWas a problem child\nTry to put me in the courts\nBut my force was wild\nb**hmade a** n***as don't know my style\nI could be wrong but i never got along with cops\nIt's like they stuck\nFrom making n***as duck from glocks all the time\nMy mind's full of thoughts of ends\nI'm still rolling my bucket but i bought me a benz (tadow)\nMy fake friends say they love me but i know they lie\nCause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide\nMy mama cried when they took me off to jail\nOnly me inside the cell\nStraight locked up in this hell\nI hear some s**a screaming like the demon's inside\nWill 'em away in the morning\nOnly the strong survive\nI cry but in my own way\nSwallow my pride pick a reason to hide\nFrom all the n***as that die (rest in peace)\nCemetary full of brothers i buried\nIt's going down even now i wonder\nWill i still be around my hometown is the gutter\nI was born a wild came up out this dust\nWith my heartless style\nThese,\n(chorus)\nI remember uptown huh got to get to listenin'\nTo mr. magic cuttin' up the hits\nAnd even though i had habit makin' words rhyme\nI was caught up in the madness\nJuvenile thugs come on\nI tell the whole story nothin' but truth\nHalloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs\nAnd pete and lee young g's\nWith a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers\nWho was quick to stab remember mama's cooking\nNo school straight hookin'\nAnd tryin' to get with light skinned\nCause she good looking\nAnd jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying\nCall the cuties cuss words but we only playing (b*atch)\nI'm prayin' i can get a buck no luck\nI had to move around a lot\n'cause my moms was stuck\nI had family but i was way too wild\nHad to move to the west to regain my style\nThese,\n(chorus till fade...)\n",
    "2pac - Thugs Get Lonely Too lyrics": "(feat. Nate Dogg)\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nSee, it ain't easy bein' me\nLife as a celebrity is less than heavily\nI got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around\nAnd it's always drama\nWhevever I wanna get around\nMama told me\nLong before I ever came up\nGotta be true, to watchya' do\nAnd keep ya' game up\n'Cause things change\nAnd jealousy becomes a factor\nBest friends at your wifes house tryin' to MACK HER!\nI'm on tour\nBut still they keep on knockin' at my door\nAnd I got no time to worry\nI'm steady wantin' more\nEvery day is a test, yes\nI try hard\nBut I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath\nI pray to God that the woman that I left at home\nAll alone\nAin't nothin' like tryin' to bone\nOver the phone\nIn my mind\nI can see her naked\nI can't take it\nGot me shakin' at the thought that we can make it\nI thought you knew.\n[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]\nI'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)\nChickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,\nSome of them cute some of them fine as f** I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage\n(Naaaa)\nStill I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nI call you up long distance\nOn the telephone\nI wanna tuck you in\nEven though I know I can't make it home\nI whisper things in ya' ear\nLike youre near me\nWonder if you feel me\nFrom far away\nOr can you hear me\nIt seems to me\nThat ya' jealous\n'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money\nWith the fellas'\nIn the back streets\nTryin' to trap me\nBaby HOLD UP\nThugs get lonely too!\nBut I'm a soulja\nAnd theres no way I'mma' stop makin' money\n'Cause ya' attitudes changed\nAnd ya' actin' a little funny\nAlways complainin'\nSayin' we don't spend time \n\n\n\nCan't you see\nI got enough stress on my mind\nAnd hangin' up like you all that\nAnd get mad when I'm tell you that\n\"I'm busy baby, call back,\"\nPlease, ain't nothin' left to say to you\nThugs get lonely too\nYou KNOW.\n[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]\nI'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)\nChickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,\nSome of them cute some of them fine as f** I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage\n(Naaaa)\nStill I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nI sit alone in my room, drinkin'\nWithout a care\nTalkin out loud to ya'\nLike ya' there\nTake ya' picture out my back pocket\nMan it's on\nYou the first face I wanna see\nWhen I get home\nI wanna love you 'till the sun rise\nBuckwild\nTouchin' every wall in the house\nThug style\nPut ya' hands on the headboard\nThink of me\nDrippin' sweat on top of you\nSick of scenes in yo' head\nThat I'm makin' love\nSo turn the lights down\nReminice 'n relax\n'Cause baby right now\nI feel in the middle of my stomach\nYou whisper in my ear\nBaby tell me how you really want it\nHold on tightly\nWatch the ceiling\nScratch my back\nHow you react\nLets me know you feel me\n'Cause everything I'm giving to you\nIs so true\nThugs get lonely too\nYou know.\n[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]\nI'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)\nChickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,\nSome of them cute some of them fine as f** I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage\n(Naaaa)\nStill I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)\n[Outro: Tupac Talking]\nYeah! THUG LIFE BABY\n",
    "2pac - Thugs Get Lonely Too (Alt. Version) lyrics": "[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nSee it ain't easy being me\nLife as a celebrity is less than heavenly\nI got these fakes and these backstabbers chasing me around\nAnd it's always drama, whenever I wanna get around\nMomma told me, long before I ever came up\nGotta be true, to what you do and keep the game up\nCause thangs change, and jealousy becomes a factor\nBest friends at your wife's house, tryin to mack her\nI'm on tour, but still they keep on knockin at my door\nAnd I got no time to worry, I'm steady wanting more\nEvery day is a test yes, I try hard\nBut I'm strugglin with every breath, I pray to God\nThat the woman that I left at home, all alone\nThere ain't nothing like trying to bone, over the phone\nIn my mind I can see her naked, I can't take it\nGot me shaking at the thought that we can make it\nI thought you\n[Hook: 2Pac] x2\nThugs get lonely too, thugs get lonely too (I thought you knew)\nThugs get lonely too, thugs get lonely too (And no matter what I do)\n[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]\nBeen in the streets all day, Rogue Doggin it\nHey then punani comes my way, straight callin it\nGet me some 151, pineapple juice and Malibu Rum\nThat mixture got me thinking of raw doggin it\nJim'd on, cause them angels be hotter than brimstone\nThat's why the Nina keeping the Jims on, and then bone\nRed-light room heated got the red bone seated\nOn me, repeat it now she's looking like she can't believe it\nI'm having fantasies tossin under the canopy\nCausing calamity s**ual insanity\nWith your firm breasts, chocolatey over my body\nNow it's on just, let me eat you like manicotti \n\n\n\nHold the garlic, cause I'm ready to start it\nTouchin me thinking of my women til I'm retarded\nI'm thinking Sharon, Kim, Honey J, Shanna Kell, Horny Fay\nAnd how I made them all bust, baby it's all lust\nA k**a medley\nI love it cause you women make me abuse one of the seven deadlies\nWe two, Tech and 2Pac will see you\nIn our room with your Victoria's Secret see-through\nI thought you knew\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nI sit alone in my room drinking, without a care\nTalking out loud to you, like you're there\nTake your picture out my back pocket, man it's on\nYou're the first face I wanna see, when I get home\nWanna love you til the sun rise, buckwild\nTouchin every wall in the house, thug style\nPut your hands on the headboard, think of me\nDrippin sweat on top of you, sink and see\nThis in yo head that I'm makin love, so turn the lights down\nReminisce and relax, cause baby right now\nI feel it in the middle of my stomach\nYou whisper in my ear and baby tell me how you really want it\nHold on tightly, watch the ceilin\nScratch my back's how you react, let me know you feel me\nCause everything I'm givin to you, is so true\nAnd thugs get lonely too, you know\n[Hook]\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nYeah, Thug Life Baby\nSteady thuggin\nAy so you remember that next time you sweatin me when I'm on the road baby\nThugs get lonely too, we ain't gotta go through all this bullsh**tin a** problems\nIf you wanna be real with me, be real with me\nIf you wanna be fake, move on to the next one, that ain't me\nYou know",
    "2pac - Thugz Mansion lyrics": "(feat. Anthony Hamilton)\nsh**, tired of gettin shot at\nTired of gettin chased by the police and arrested\nn***az need a spot where WE can kick it\nA spot where WE belong, that's just for us\nn***az ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood\nY'knahmean? Where do n***az go when we die?\nAin't no heaven for a thug n***a\nThat's why we go to thug mansion\nThat's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G\n... at thug mansion\n[Verse One]\nA place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind\nSo much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times\nI once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried\nBut when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes\nNo one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble\nNot knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you\nPicture me inside the misery of poverty\nNo man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived\nPrayin hard for better days, promise to hold on\nMe and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on\nWe found a family spot to kick it\nWhere we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick sh**\nA spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's\nWe still visualize places, that we can roll in peace\nAnd in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast\nI got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion\n[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]\nAin't no place I'd rather be\nChillin' with homies and family\nSky high, iced out paradise\nIn the skyyyyyyyyyy..\nAin't no place I'd rather be\nOnly place that's right for me\nChromed out mansion in paradise\nIn the skyyyyyyyyyy..\n[Verse Two]\nWill I survive all the fights and the darkness?\nTrouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed \n\n\n\nI shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good\nfor multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots\nNobody cares, seen the politicians ban us\nThey'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain\nwhy they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?\nOr am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?\nI need a place to rest my head\nwith the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead\nIs there a spot for us to roll, if you find it\nI'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go\nHow can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom\nWatch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him\nI need a house that's full of love when I need to escape\nthe deadly places slingin d**, in thug's mansion\n[Chorus w/ minor ad lib variations]\n[Verse Three]\nDear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good\nTell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods\nSeen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook\nDrippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke\nThen some lady named Billie Holiday\nSang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came\nLittle LaTasha sho' grown\nTell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home\nMaybe in time you'll understand only God can save us\nWhen Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band\nJust think of all the people that you knew in the past\nthat pa**ed on, they in heaven, found peace at last\nPicture a place that they exist, together\nThere has to be a place better than this, in heaven\nSo right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin\nRemember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion\n[Chorus - repeat 2X (w/ ad libs)]\n",
    "2pac - Thugz Mansion (ACOUSTIC REMIX - NEW REMIX) lyrics": "sh**, tired of gettin' shot at\nTired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested\nn***as need a spot where we can kick it\nA spot where we belong, that's just for us\nn***as ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood\nY'knahmean? Where do n***as go when we die?\nAin't no heaven for a thug n***a\nThat's why we go to thug mansion\nThat's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G\nAt thug mansion A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind\nSo much pressure in this life of mine,\nI cry at times I once contemplated suicide,\nand woulda' tried but when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes\nNo one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble\nNot knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you\nPicture me inside the misery of poverty\nNo man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived\nPrayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on\nMe and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on\nWe found a family spot to kick it\nWhere we can drink liquor store and no one bickers over trick sh**\nA spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's\nWe still visualize places, that we can roll in peace\nAnd in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast\nI got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion Ain't no place I'd rather be\nChil'ren, dead homies and family\nSky high, iced out paradise, in the sky\nAin't no place I'd rather be\nOnly place that's right for me\nChromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?\nTrouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed\nI shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good\nFor multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots\nNobody cares, seen the politicians ban us\nThey'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain\nWhy they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?\nOr am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? \n\n\n\nI need a place to rest my head\nWith the little bit of homeboys that remains, 'cause all the rest dead\nIs there a spot for us to roll, if you find it\nI'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go\nHow can I be peaceful? I'm comin' from the bottom\nWatch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him\nI need a house that's full of love when I need to escape\nThe deadly places slingin' d**, in thug's mansion Ain't no place I'd rather be\nChil'ren, dead homies and family\nSky high, iced out paradise, in the sky\nAin't no place I'd rather be\nOnly place that's right for me\nChromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good\nTell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods\nSeen a show with Marvin Gaye last night,\nit had me shook drippin' peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke\nThen some lady named Billie Holiday sang sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm, 'til the day came\nLittle LaTasha sho' grown tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home\nMaybe in time you'll understand only God can save us\nWhen Miles Davis cuttin' lose with the band\nJust think of all the people that you knew in the past\nThat pa**ed on, they in heaven, found peace at last\nPicture a place that they exist, together\nThere has to be a place better than this, in heaven\nSo right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'\nRemember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion Ain't no place I'd rather be\nChil'ren, dead homies and family\nSky high, iced out paradise, in the sky\nAin't no place I'd rather be\nOnly place that's right for me\nChromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Ain't no place I'd rather be\nChil'ren, dead homies and family\nSky high, iced out paradise, in the sky\nAin't no place I'd rather be\nOnly place that's right for me\nChromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky",
    "2pac - Thugz Mansion (Acoustic Version) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nsh**, tired of gettin' shot at\nTired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested\nn***as need a spot where we can kick it\nA spot where we belong, that's just for us\nn***as ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood\nY'knahmean? Where do n***as go when we die?\nAin't no heaven for a thug n***a\nThat's why we go to thug mansion\nThat's the only place where thugs get in free\nAnd you gotta be a G, at thug mansion\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nA place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind\nSo much pressure in this life of mine\nI cry at times, I once contemplated suicide\nAnd would've tried, but when I held that 9\nAll I could see was my mama's eyes\nNo one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble\nNot knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you\nPicture me inside the misery of poverty\nNo man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived\nPrayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on\nMe and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on\nWe found a family spot to kick it\nWhere we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick sh**\nA spot where we can smoke in peace\nAnd even though we G's\nWe still visualize places that we can roll in peace\nAnd in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast\nI got a spot for us all so we can ball, at thug's mansion\n[Hook: J. Phoenix & (Nas)]\nEvery corner, every city\nThere's a place where life's a little easy\nLittle Hennessy, laid back and cool\nEvery hour, \u2018cause it's all good\nLeave all the stress from the world outside\nEvery wrong done will be alright (I wanna go)\nNothing but peace, love\nAnd street pa**ion (I wanna go, n***a)\nEvery ghetto needs a thug mansion\n[Verse 2: Nas]\nA place where d**h doesn't reside, just thugs who collide\nNot to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin' by\nNo policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets\nNo reason for nobody's mama to cry\nSee, I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my daughter\nBut if I should die, I know all of my albums support her\nThis whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me \n\n\n\nOnly difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe\n\u2018Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin'\nI'm just 20-some-odd years, I done lost my mother, and\nI cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy\nI dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur\n\u2018Cause, like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war\nAnd just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more\n\u2018Cause one day we'll all be together\nSippin' heavenly champagne\nWhere angels soar with golden wings, in thug's mansion\n[Hook: J. Phoenix & (2Pac)]\nEvery corner, every city\nThere's a place where life's a little easy\nLittle Hennessy, laid back and cool\nEvery hour, \u2018cause it's all good (at thugs's mansion)\nLeave all the stress from the world outside\nEvery wrong done will be alright\nNothing but peace, love and street pa**ion\nEvery ghetto needs a thug mansion\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nDear mama, don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good\nTell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods\nSeen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook\nDrinkin' peppermint Schnapps\nWith Jackie Wilson and Sam Cooke\nThen some lady named Billie Holiday sang\nSittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm, 'til the day came\nLittle Latasha sho' grown; tell the lady in the liquorstore\nThat she's forgiven, so come home\nMaybe in time you'll understand only God can save us\nWhen Miles Davis cuttin' lose with the band\nJust think of all the people that you knew in the past\nThat pa**ed on, they in Heaven, found peace at last\nPicture a place that they exist, together\nThere has to be a place better than this, in Heaven\nSo right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'\nRemember this face, save me a place in thug's mansion\n[Hook: J. Phoenix & (2Pac)]\nEvery corner, every city\nThere's a place where life's a little easy\n(At thugs's mansion)\nLittle Hennessy, laid back and cool\nEvery hour, \u2018cause it's all good\nLeave all the stress from the world outside\nEvery wrong done will be alright\nNothing but peace, love and street pa**ion\nEvery ghetto needs a thug mansion",
    "2pac - Thugz Mansion (nas Acoustic) lyrics": "(feat. J. Phoenix, Nas)\nsh**, tired of gettin shot at\nTired of gettin chased by the police and arrested\nn***az need a spot where WE can kick it\nA spot where WE belong, that's just for us\nn***az ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood\nY'knahmean? Where do n***az go when we die?\nAin't no heaven for a thug n***a\nThat's why we go to thug mansion\nThat's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G\n... at thug mansion\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nA place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind\nSo much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times\nI once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried\nBut when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes\nNo one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble\nNot knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you\nPicture me inside the misery of poverty\nNo man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived\nPrayin hard for better days, promise to hold on\nMe and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on\nWe found a family spot to kick it\nWhere we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick sh**\nA spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's\nWe still visualize places, that we can roll in peace\nAnd in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast\nI got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion\n[Chorus: J. Phoenix + (Nas)]\nEvery corner, every city\nThere's a place where life's a little easy\nLittle Hennessy, laid back and cool\nEvery hour, cause it's all good\nLeave all the stress from the world outside\nEvery wrong done will be alright (I wanna go)\nNothin but peace (I wanna go) love (I wanna go n***a)\nAnd street pa**ion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion\n[Verse Two: Nas]\nA place where d**h doesn't reside, just thugs who collide \n\n\n\nNot to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin by\nNo policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets\nNo reason, for nobody's momma to cry\nSee I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter\nBut if I should die, I know all of my albums support her\nThis whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me\nOnly difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe\nCause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin\nI'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother\nAnd I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy\nI dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur\nCause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war\nAnd just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more\nCause one day we'll all be together, sippin heavnly champagne\nwhere angels soar, with golden wings in thug's mansion\n[Chorus w/o Nas]\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nDear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good\nTell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods\nSeen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook\nDrippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke\nThen some lady named Billie Holiday\nSang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came\nLittle LaTasha sho' grown\nTell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home\nMaybe in time you'll understand only God can save us\nWhen Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band\nJust think of all the people that you knew in the past\nthat pa**ed on, they in heaven, found peace at last\nPicture a place that they exist, together\nThere has to be a place better than this, in heaven\nSo right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin\nRemember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion\n[Chorus]\n",
    "2pac - Thugz Mansion Remix lyrics": "(intro)2Pac\nsh**, tired of gettin shot at\nTired of gettin chased by the police and arrested\nn***as need a spot where WE can kick it\nA spot where WE belong, that's just for us\nn***as ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood\nY'knahmean? Where do n***as go when we die?\nAin't no heaven for a thug n***a\nThat's why we go to thug mansion\nThat's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G\n... at thug mansion\n(verso 1)Lil Rickyy\n\u00d4 Senhor Deus, essa noite eu me perguntei\nPorque que o meu mano se foi? Te confesso que at\u00e9 chorei\nPensei em todos que se foram dessa forma tr\u00e1gica\nEm que um click tira vidas como fosse magica\nMe bateu uma revolta de vingar meu mano\nEnt\u00e3o \u00e9 por isso que esta noite eu estou aqui rezando!\nEu sei que n\u00e3o \u00e9 certo, e eu te pe\u00e7o desculpa\nMas cada minuto que pa**a, dobra a minha culpa\nQue eu podia ter evitado seria o bastante\nEu sei que ele teria um futuro brilhante\nPorra, Talvez no rap, porque rimava muito\nTalvez no estudo porque tamb\u00e9m se dedicava muito\nS\u00f3 de saber que ele estava l\u00e1 na hora errada\nQue a diferen\u00e7a de segundo mudou sua jornada\nD\u00e1 um aperto t\u00e3o forte dentro do meu peito\nPorque tudo poderia ter sido de outro jeito\nEu penso em como a minha vida ficou vazia\nSem meu amigo, s\u00f3 restaram as fotografias\nPor causa de um vagabundo e uma bala perdida\nN\u00e3o pude nem te um abra\u00e7o de despedida..\n(Refr\u00e3o)J. Phoenix\nEvery corner, every city\nThere's a place where life's a little easy\nLittle Hennessy, laid back and cool\nEvery hour, cause it's all good\nLeave all the stress from the world outside\nEvery wrong done will be alright (I wanna go)\nNothin but peace (I wanna go) love (I wanna go n***a)\nAnd street pa**ion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion\n(verso 2)Lil Rickyy\nEu preferia ta aqui falando sobre amor..\nN\u00e3o sou bom pra fala com o cora\u00e7\u00e3o cheio de dor\nMas \u00e9 a**im que eu t\u00f4, \u00e9 a**im que eu me sinto\nComo se a minha angustia fosse um grande labirinto\n\u00c9 foda de explicar quando um amigo seu se vai!\nSe eu tento a tristeza vem e o choro cai\nUm cara que c\u00ea pensa que sempre vai pode contar\nQue vai ta do seu lado quando c\u00ea mais precisar \n\n\n\nQue tu pode chamar de amigo, de irm\u00e3o\nQue com ele voc\u00ea aprendeu varias li\u00e7\u00e3o\nMe lembro do nosso sonho de moleque\nUm dia ser famoso, ganhar dinheiro, cantando rap\nVoc\u00ea tinha talento \u00f3h.. m\u00f3 ideia forte\nPena que tudo isso se foi com a sua morte\nE agora eu to aqui na estrada sozinho\nSei que tu dai de cima tu me guia nesse caminho\nN\u00e3o deixa eu desandar, n\u00e3o deixa eu fraquejar\nQuando eu cai tu tava l\u00e1 pra me levantar\nJ\u00e1 que eu nem pude nem me despedir ta\u00ed\nUm Rap pra dai do c\u00e9u voc\u00ea ouvir..\n(Refr\u00e3o)J. Phoenix\nEvery corner, every city\nThere's a place where life's a little easy\nLittle Hennessy, laid back and cool\nEvery hour, cause it's all good\nLeave all the stress from the world outside\nEvery wrong done will be alright (I wanna go)\nNothin but peace (I wanna go) love (I wanna go n***a)\nAnd street pa**ion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion\n(verso 3)2Pac\nDear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good\nTell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods\nSeen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook\nDrippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke\nThen some lady named Billie Holiday\nSang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came\nLittle LaTasha sho' grown\nTell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home\nMaybe in time you'll understand only God can save us\nWhen Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band\nJust think of all the people that you knew in the past\nThat pa**ed on, they in heaven, found peace at last\nPicture a place that they exist, together\nThere has to be a place better than this, in heaven\nSo right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin\nRemember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion\n(Refr\u00e3o)J. Phoenix\nEvery corner, every city\nThere's a place where life's a little easy\nLittle Hennessy, laid back and cool\nEvery hour, cause it's all good\nLeave all the stress from the world outside\nEvery wrong done will be alright (I wanna go)\nNothin but peace (I wanna go) love (I wanna go n***a)\nAnd street pa**ion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion..",
    "2pac - Till My Dying Day lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac & Aunt Glo]\nI'm so sick of muthaf**as askin' me\nHow our parents feel about us\nCalling these hoes b**hes\nSo Aunt Glo\nWhy don't you tell them how we do it\n(In the late night)\nI'm tired of these b**hes calling my house\nAsking for the Young Thugz\n(In the late night)\nYoung Thugz ain't got time for no b**hes\nThey trying to get rich\nStop calling\n(In the late now)\n(Come on Aunt Glo)\n(That's word from my Auntie n***a)\nBaby! [Verse 1: Outlawz] [E.D.I Mean]\nNow it's been a long, day\nI'm straight hustling to getting pay\nBut now it's evening, and I'm scheming of play\nI got a call, from that Dogg n***a K\n[Kastro]\nAnd I was bored, so n***a I'll be on my way\nWho got the hoes? Young Hollywood? I think he might\nAnd I suppose, n***a we up in the night\n[Kadafi]\nThat's right them b**hes be staring\nWith Lil Moo in the cut and that n***a all in\n[Napoeon]\nSo what the f**ing drink had me tripping\nBut I'll be damned if I let another motherf**er catch me slipping\nWe in the car n***a\n[Kadafi]\nBe in the drive way\nBecause the night is young and I'm ready to hit the highway\nAnd now we all for that\nThese night call's we strapped\nYou know how n***as be black\n[E.D.I Mean]\nNow we smoking weed that we need it\nSo let's get the game right\nAnd baked tight in the late night\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nPreoccupied with\nStraight balling, can you hear the liquor calling\nI'm sick of hoes n***a f** 'em all\n(In the late night)\nEveryday is a bit of play\nGetting paid, thug n***a 'til I see my dying day\nPreoccupied with\nStraight balling, can you hear the liquor calling\nI'm sick of hoes n***a f** 'em all\n(In the late night)\nEveryday is a bit of play\nGetting paid, thug n***a 'til I see my dying day [Verse 2: Outlawz] [Kadafi]\nNow it's 2.0.6. tell me\nWho the f** I'm having s** with\nGaming these cousin's in the Lexus from Texas\n[Kastro]\nExpect to last past 6 'cause I'm restless\nMy head blasted off this Sess that I mess with\n[E.D.I Mean]\nThe best, click is who we choose so we making moves\nAin't in no mood for no faking moves\nSo is it true?\nI'm asking now \n\n\n\n'Cause if not, you and your crew could be stashed and out\n[Napoleon]\nWithout a doubt\nThese b**hes know we do it right\nf** and bust a nut\nThat's how we do it on the late night [Verse 3: 2Pac] b**hes don't even have a clue\nI keep up with my scandalous crew\nBoxes of blunts and brew, well can you handle this too?\nStep up and let me put this pimping in your ear\nThe game is clear\nThis place is packed, let's disappear\nNow we can hit the highway and go to my place\nBut be cautious\nOnce we arrive can I toss it?\nNo hesitation, this fornication and situation\nf**ing these hoes up to the attic, back down to the basement\nNo replacement, I hit you with a piece then I flee\nBack to the streets is how I do it, ain't no peace for a G\nAnd my motto, a blunt some coochie and a cold bottle\nI'm f**ing them hoochies and the supermodels\nThe game is deep, I can't sleep 'cause there's cum on my sheets\nSampling b**hes like a break beat, the liquor makes me\nAnd when it's late I'm like a convict that just escaped\nHitting these hoochies 'til they break, in the late night\n[Hook: 2Pac]\n(In the late night)\nStraight balling, can you hear the liquor calling?\nI'm sick of hoes n***a f** 'em all (In the late night)\nEveryday is a bit of play, getting paper, thug n***a 'til I see my dying day (this is how we do it)\nPreoccupied with\nStraight balling, can you hear the liquor calling?\nI'm sick of hoes n***a f** 'em all\nEveryday is a bit of play, getting paper, thug n***a 'til I see my dying day\nPreoccupied with\nStraight balling, can you hear the liquor calling?\nI'm sick of hoes n***a f** 'em all\nEveryday is a bit of play, getting paper, thug n***a 'til I see my dying day\nPreoccupied with, straight balling, can you hear the liquor calling?\nI'm sick of hoes n***a f** 'em all\nEveryday is a bit of play, getting paper, thug n***a 'til I see my dying day\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nThug life n***a\nYoung thugz, Young Thugz, thug sisters\nThe whole muthaf**in' thug nation\nYou know see, keep your head up\nKeep your motherf**in money in you pocket\nNo muthaf**in' mercy, no muthaf**in' mercy",
    "2pac - Till We Meet Again lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nDear mama don't cry, Your baby boy's doin' good\nTell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods\nSeen a show with Marvin Gaye last night\nIt had me shook\nDrinking peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cook\nThen some lady named Billie Holiday sang\nSittin there kickin it with Malcolm till the day came\nLil' Latasha sure grown, tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven\nSo come home\nMaybe in time you'll understand, only God can save us\nWhere Miles Davis cutting lose with the band\nJust think of all the people that you knew in the past that pa**ed on\nThey in heaven found peace at last\nPicture a place that they exist, together\nThere has to be a place better than this, in Heaven\nSo right before I sleep dear God what I'm asking\nRemember this face, save me a place\n[Verse 2]\nSometimes its hard to wake up in the morning \n\n\n\nMind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore\nGot me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming\nCause they seeing destruction before they a see human being\nSo they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day\nUntil we learn to pray, keep our families in shape\nCause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die\nBefore we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns\nSmoking weed, can all make a change\nSo I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold\nI keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe\nCommunities in need of people that will lead\nOnly a few chosen, rise (rise)\nMy ghetto queen, rise (rise)\nDon't be afraid to try (try)\nToo many of us died to the door to open wide\nMy brother be wise, stay focused on the prize\nAnd we continue growing....\n...One day at a time",
    "2pac - Time 2 Get My Drink On (Interlude) lyrics": "[2Pac]\nWhat time is it?\nsh**, its early n***a\nIts like (god damn) ten o clock\nHand me some of that liquor\nf** it\nAyo im gonna go get some more of that sh**\n(coughin')\nYeah its time!\nYeah\nThug life n***a!\nWhat time is it?\nAh yeah time to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nYeah, time to get my drink on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on baby!\nYeah, time to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nYeah, time to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nYeah, time to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on babe!!!\nTime to get my drank on yeah!\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on yeah!\nTime to get my drank on baby!!\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on yeah \n\n\n\nTime to get my drank on baby!!\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nYeah n***a\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to drank baby!!\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on yeah!\nGet my drink on n***a\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on baby!\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on yeah!\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on baby!\nHow ya livin?\nTime to get my drank on yeah!\nTime to get my drank on baby!\nTime to get my drank on\nTime to get my drank on yeah!\nTime to get my drank on baby!",
    "2pac - To Live & Die In L.a. lyrics": "(feat. Val Young)\n[Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air [static]\nWhat do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? [static]\n[Man responds] I love Tupac's new record [static]\n[Dominique]\nRight, but don't you feel like that creates [static]\na tension between East and West? [static]\nHe's talking about k**ing people [static]\nI had s** with your wife and not in those words [static]\nbut he's talking about I wanna see you deceased [static]\n[Intro: Makaveli]\nNo doubt... to live and die in LA\nCalifornia -- what you say about Los Angeles\nStill the only place for me that never rains in the sun\nand everybody got love\n[Verse One: Makaveli]\nTo live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets\nUs n***az hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it\nEverybody got they own thang, currency chasing\nWorldwide through the hard times, warrior faces\nShed tears as we bury n***az close to heart\nWhat was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it\nn***a got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on him\nBlind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson\nCourt cases keep me guessing, plea bargain\nain't an option now, so I'm stressing, cost me more\nto be free than a life in the pen\nMaking money off of cuss words, writing again\nLearn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen\nLate night down Sunset liking the scene\nWhat's the worst they could do to a n***a got me lost in hell\nTo live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing\n[Chorus: Val Young]\nTo live and die in LA, it's the place to be\nYou've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see\n[repeat 2X]\n[Verse Two: Makaveli]\nIt's the, City of Angels and constant danger\nSouth Central LA, can't get no stranger\nFull of drama like a soap opera, on the curb\nWatching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe\nSo many n***az getting three strikes, tossed in jail \n\n\n\nI swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry\nCause it's on now, I'm just a n***a on his own now\nLiving life Thug style, so I can't smile\nWriting to my peoples when they ask for pictures\nThinking Cali just fun and b**hes, hahaha\nBetter learn about the dress code, B's and C's\nAll them other n***az copycats, these is G's\nI love Cali like I love woman\nCause every n***a in LA got a little bit of Thug in him\nWe might fight among each other, but I promise you this\nWe'll burn this b**h down, get us pissed\nTo live and die in LA\n(Let my angel sing)\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three: Makaveli]\nCause would it be LA without Mexicans?\nBlack love brown pride and the sets again\nPete Wilson trying to see us all broke, I'm on some bullsh**\nOut for everything they owe, remember K-DAY\nWeekends, Crenshaw -- MLK\nAutomatics rang free, n***az lost they way\nGang signs being showed, n***a love your hood\nBut recognize and it's all good, where the weed at?\nn***az getting shermed out\nSnoop Dogg in this muhf**a perved out, M.O.B.\nBig Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn\nDogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn\nGot them Watts n***az with me, OFTB\nThey got some hash took the stash left the rest for me\nNeckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too\nBig Rock got knocked, but this one's for you\nI hit the studio and drop a j**el, hoping it pay\nGetting high watching time fly, to live and die in LA\n(Let my angel sing)\n[Chorus]\n[Outro: Makaveli]\nThis go out for 92.3, and 106\nAll the radio stations that be bumping my sh**\nMaking my sh** sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe\nThis go out to all the magazines that supported me\nAll the real motherf**ers\nAll the stores, the mom and pop spots\nA&R people, all y'all motherf**ers\nLA, California Love part motherf**ing Two\nWithout gay a** Dre\n",
    "2pac - To Live And Die In La lyrics": "Intro:\nDominique: what do you feel when you hear a record like tupac's new one?\nMan: i love tupac's new record\nDominique: right, but don't you feel like that creates tension between east and west?\nDominique: he's talking about k**ing people, i had s** with your wife\nAnd not in those words, but he's talking about i wanna see you deceased.\nMakaveli:\nNo doubt\nTo live and die in la\nCalifornia - don't care what you say about los angeles\nStill the only place for me it never rains\nTo live and die in la\nWhere everyday we try a fatten' our pockets\nUs n***az hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it\nEverybody got their own thang currency chasin'\nWorld wide through the hard times worrying faces\nShed tears as we bury n***az close to heart\nWhat was a friend now a ghost in the dark\nCold hearted bout it, n***a got smoked by a fiend\nTryin to floss on em'\nBlind to a broken man's dream\nA hard lesson--court cases--keep em guessin'\nPlea bargain ain't an option now--so i'm stressin'\nCost me more to be free than a life in the penn\nMaking money off of cuss words--writin' again\nLearn how to think ahead--so i fight with my pen\nLate night down sunset like in a sin\nWhat's the worst they could do to a n***a\nGet me lost in hell--to live and die in la\nOn bail--my angels sing...\nChorus:\nTo live and die in la, it's the place to be\nYou've got to be there to know it\nWhere everybody wanna see\nTo live and die in la, it's the place to be\nYou've got to be there to know it\nEverybody wanna see\nIt's the cities of angels and constant danger\nSouth central la--can't get no stranger\nFull of drama like a soap opera\nOn the curb watching the ghetto bird helicopters\nI observe--so many n***az\n\n\n\nGettin 3 strikes--tossed in jail\nSwear the penn's right across from hell\nI can't cry--cause it's home now\nI'm just a n***a on his own now\nLivin life thug style--so i can't smile\nWritin to my peoples\nWhen they ask for pictures\nThinkin cali just fun and b**hes\n(hahaha)\nBetter learn about the dress code\nB's and c's--all them other n***az copycats\nThese is g's\nI love cali like i love woman\nCause every n***a in la\nGot a little bit of thug in em'\nWe might fight amongst each other\nBut i promise you this\nWe'll burn this b**h down--get us pissed\nTo live and die in la\n~chorus~\nIt wouldn't be LA without mexakinz\nBlack love, brown pride\nAnd the sets again--pete wilson\nTryin to see us all broke\nI'm on some bullsh**\nOut for everything they owe\nRemember k day\nWeekends--crenshaw--mlk\nAutomatics rang free n***az lost they way\nGang signs bein shown\nn***a love your hood\nBut recognize and it's all good\nWhere the weed at--n***az gettin shermed out\nSnoop dogg in this muthaf**a burned out\nM-o-b\nBig suge in the lo lo\nBounce and turn\nDogg pound in the lex\nWith an ounce to burn\nGot them watts n***az with me ofcp\nThey got some hash\nTook a stash\nLeft the rest for me\nNeckbone--dre, heron, bungy too\nBig rock got knocked\nBut this one's for you\nI hit the studio and drop a j**el\nHoping it pay\nGettin high--watchin time fly\nTo live and die in la\n~chorus~\nMakaveli:\nThis goes out for 92.3, 106--all the radio stations\nThat be bumping my sh**\nMakin my sh** sales quadruple, quadrople, platinum\nThis goes out to all the magazines\nThat support a n***a\nAll the real muf**as\nAll the stores, the mom & pop spots\nA&r people, all yawl muf**as\nLa--california love\nPart muf**in 2 without gay a** dre\n",
    "2pac - Tongue Kissin' lyrics": "[Intro]\nExcuse me sweet heart, do you like?\nHa ha yeah\nTongue kissin'\n[Hook]\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' me a good taste\nOf the thang's I've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' you a good taste\nOf the thang's you've been missin'\nUh\n[Verse 1]\nListen\nI can tell by the pain in your eyes you've been through so much\nFeel ya could shiver at, the slightest touch\nIt's like you scared, I might care\nI'll never hurt you or desert you, I'll be right there\nLet's come together, if you trust me then I can show you\nDon't be shamed, it's the changes that people go through\nDon't be scared of me, come close to me please\nI can see upset your mine give you what you need\nCan I proceed? who do you believe in?\nAfraid to leave, but too scared that you need him\nSet it free, I can take you to new places\nAnticipated it's a parade of new faces\nGettin' hotter now, calm down, get a grip\nSlow, baby, ain't no need for rushin' this\nI touch your lips and give you kisses that you won't forget\nSoft and wet, on your mark, get ready, set\n[Hook]\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' you a good taste\nOf the thang's you've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' you a good taste\nOf the thang's you've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' you a good taste\nOf the thang's you've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' you a good taste\nOf the thang's you've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' me a good taste\nOf the thang's I've been missin'\nUh\n[Verse 2]\nI wanna take you home, hate to sleep alone\nAs I whisper in your ear, disappear to a different zone\nPromise not to move to fast, I got time\nRather have some conversation, drop lines\nCan ya hear me? Tell me if you move, in my groove\nWould you do what I ask you to?\nSee I love to make you moan your erogenous zone\nAny a brother in his right mind love to spend some time at home\nThough your hurtin' I can feel your pain\nTry to understand, we ain't all the same \n\n\n\nLet me take you away, can you leave\nSome place, to find true peace?\nLet me be your lover, a positive figure\nTake your mind off the times of f**ing with the wrong n***a\n[Hook]\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' you a good taste\nOf the thang's you've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' you a good taste\nOf the thang's you've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' you a good taste\nOf the thang's you've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' you a good taste\nOf the thang's you've been missin'\nUh\n[Verse 3]\nI can't breathe, believe when times are low\nIt's like agony when I'm at home\nHeart beatin' at a fast rate\nMakin' moves in the nude\nI imagine it's the moves that your a** make\nDon't be shy, I can't lie\nPictures of me, inside you, want it so bad I could die\nI've been possessed, so obsessed to undress you\nNo disrespect, but my aim is to s** you\nAfter that live your life as my wife at times\nYou'll understand how I had to live my life of crimes\nCome let me put my hands on your hips and move\nWhat your head do? Bobbin' as we flip the mood\nGive me good lovin', time to please\nIn and out, up and down as we grind and freeze\nPut your back in the the motion and caress a figure\nMake her ashamed for f**ing with the wrong n***a\n[Hook]\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' me a good taste\nOf the thang's I've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' me a good taste\nOf the thang's you've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' me a good taste\nOf the thang's I've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' you a good taste\nOf the thang's you've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' me a good taste\nOf the thang's I've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin' in the strangest positions\nGivin' you a good taste\nOf the thang's you've been missin'\nUh\nTongue kissin'\n(Oh don't move, right there)\nUh, tongue kissin'\n(Yeah)\nTongue kissin'\nTongue kissin'",
    "2pac - Too Gangsta lyrics": "(Dre'sta)\nd**hrow\n(Young Hoggs)\nToo gangsta\n(Dre'sta)\nFor the 2000\n(Young Hoggs)\nToo gangsta\n(Dre'sta)\nSuge Knight\n(Young Hoggs)\nToo gangsta\n(Dre'sta)\nHuh whatcha all thought\n(Young Hoggs)\nToo gangsta\n(Dre'sta)\n*in backround* d**hrow\nCompton thang n***a\n(Young Hoggs)\nToo gangsta\n(Dre'sta)\nSo its only right\n(Young Hoggs)\nToo gangsta\n*in backround* here we go\n(Dre'sta)\nDre'sta the gangsta the Young Hoggs we up west baby\n(Dre'sta)\nWhen me and my Young Hoggs step in your room you doomed (doomed)\nCuz you lie to hear a b**h click click boom\nWe mash on n***as for the love of the game (yeah)\nFatalities a must n***a pick up your bread (ugh huh)\nMy n***a Suge Knight gave rock a car told him release the doors (ha)\nCuz he heard Dre'sta the gangsta had his young a** Hoggs\nThey had f**ed up\nNow some n***a had to get socked up mopped up\nCuz they let these n***as pop off\n(Young Hoggs)\nUgh like Young Hogg is a n***a like me\nIm off that blunt and I could barely see\nI stay the highest and get set off by the slightess touch\nWith a cold a** chuckem\nBest believe ima horrid n***a I stay into somethin\nn***a scared\nI got a up west heat with a d**hrow clip\nAnd im known to serve thirty or more\nYou nutty with it\nAs bg nut so\nAnd all that bullsh** I ain't stuntin licking everybody\nWe got and got on it we trust that\n(chorus)\nToo gangsta (gangsta) (ugh for sure)\nYou n***as can't f** with us (f** with us)\nWe too gangsta (ugh huh yeah)\nUp west d**hrow uncut (d**hrow back)\nWe too gangsta\nYou n***as know\nYou n***as can't f** with us (f** with us)\nYoung Hoggs come to f** you up n***a\nWe too gangsta\n(Young Hoggs)\nUgh ugh yall n***as know the logo\nWe four deep four heat out the four door\nNinnas and four fours\nn***a simon says so so yall bust and take a seat\nBorn and raised on the east with n***as that pack heat\nThis the eighth game bigger than boy on weight gain\nThat n***a shane crane and aim and blow brain\nAnd we ready to ride on whoever wanna step first\nAnd allstars and sweatshirts and shaking on to give work \n\n\n\nHalf my n***as dont give a f**\nIts Young Hoggs sag show\nI got draws leave n***as with small jaw\nIts westside Young Hoggs to my d**h bed\nSo break bread\nn***a we stay fed\nWhile you busting stay scared\nYoung k**ers leave a dot on your guy that stay red\nAnd its focus yall n***as hoping that we dont bust\nHogged out and way too tough so give it up\nToo gangsta\n(chorus)\n(Dre'sta)\nUgh ugh ugh say what\nGangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta\nA b**h is a b**h\nMotherf**er if you poor or you rich\nYou listening to the realest rap thugs that forever exist\nStraight out the sub station\nFrom California origin the most popular thugged out nation, compton\nWhere real g's is always into dumping\nNothing but p**y and money keeping our hearts pumping\nThe Hoggs start something in a motherf**ing minute\nFirst white boy to open his mouth my foot in it\nIm real as they come n***a\nYou won't slide westcoast but like most im black on both sides\nMy n***a key the rock told Suge Knight its all good\nNow I wrote him up the devil Hogg clique to your hood\nWe rolling in the cala bastads rolling in ma**es\nYour neighbors next door with your motherf**ing a**es\nDont let the fame and money go to your head\nSuge ill be out on me that n***a ain't dead\n(chorus)\nToo gangsta (ugh for sure)\nYou n***as can't f** with us (f** with us)\nWe too gangsta (thats my name) (ugh huh yeah)\nUp west d**hrow uncut\nWe too gangsta *in backround* (C to the O to the M to the P to the TON)\nYou n***as know\nYou n***as can't f** with us\nWe too gangsta\nYoung Hoggs come to f** you up n***a\nWe too gangsta (ugh for sure)\n*in backround* (C to the O to the M to the P to the TON)\nYou n***as can't f** with us\nWe too gangsta (ugh huh yeah)\nUp west d**hrow uncut (insane)\n*in backround* (C to the O to the M to the P to the TON)\nYou n***as now\nYou n***as can't f** with us\nWe too gangsta (for sure)\nYoung Hoggs come to f** you up n***a (insane)\nWe too gangsta\nC to the O to the M to the P to the TON\nCompton",
    "2pac - Too Late Playa lyrics": "[Intro]\nI'm already known (get at her, get at her, get at her)\nBut I'm already known Yo (then go on and get at her, get at her)\nBut I told you\nI'm already known (get at her, get at her, get at her)\nIf I get at her it's just too late\nI'm gone (put your back in, put your back in)\n[Verse 1: MC Hammer:]\nSteps on the scene, dressed G.Q\nPeeping out these industries freaks wearing dresses you can see through\nHammer time, I'm ready to party\nAfterwards get naughty, let's wear Versace\nYou with your man, but you still looking\nLooking good, and healthy like Patty Label's cook\nAight, [?] tell your man you gotta pee pee\nRun free freak, a free freak can see me\nNow that I gotcha baby, What's your name?\n(What's up love, my name is Queen)\n(Why don't you wait right here honey)\n(While I go shake this busta)\nNo problem, handle your business and let's go\nI guess he's not satisfying, she said;\n\"Hammer would you sign the tits so my man won't think I was lying\"\nPS. We on our way home, too late play I got your girl and I'm gone\n[Chorus: Danny Boy]\nToo late, too late player bye bye!\nI got your girl and I'm gone\nToo late, too late player bye bye!\nI got your girl and I'm gone\n[Verse 3: Big Daddy Kane:]\nRealize the game is staying tight (yes)\nForever playing right, playa haters saying \"he ain't right\"\nWhat's the matter, (what?) no confidence within your data\nI see you tripping since I first started looking at her\nAnd if she peep, then you know she'll creep\nAnd if you sleep, then that will be just one you won't keep (look at cha)\nBoy you know you need your a** whipped\nFor holding on her hand like you going on a first grade cla** trip\nYou feel unable, to keep her in your stable\nAs she listens to the Crystal popping at the next table\nLikes finer things, victory is mine again\nYou're trying to win, but got to come with better than those Heinekens (whoo!)\nI got her open about the game I be using\nAnd now she choosing, and you gone came up as the one losing\nThe smooth criminal is out muscling, grand theft hustling\nBlack Ceasar, he done struck again\n[Chorus]\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nLooking delicious, blushes while I give you kisses\nWhile I'm granting wishes, make ya boyfriend suspicious\nVisits while doing dishes in your daisy duke \n\n\n\nHandle my business in the evening, spend my days with you\nIf it's true that you really taken, that bonds broke\nSo when your men get the sh** mistaken, then let him know\nYou might be his girl, but see you'll always be my woman\nClose your eyes think of me and keep coming\nn***as Be swearing that they savvy, claiming they game's cavy\nb**hes be hitting switches, calling 2Pac daddy\nIt ain't my fault that she's sprung on me\nAnd ain't it fun to make her cum put her tongue on me\nThat's on the real homie, this is how it is when you play for keeps\nIf your game ain't straight, your b**h lay with me\nAnd after me she'll probably f** the next n***a too\nDo I give a f** who's number two\nLong as I get mine\n[Chorus]\n[Verse 5: Nutt-so]\nFlossing to the east don't slide, no 18's bumping\nTruck stopping, sitting way too clean\nIt's a Friday night, so let me slide by Kristy's\nSwoop up like Frisbees, too damn fresh [?] for MC\ns**ed up game, pursued my role\nAnd slid to a beauty never G'd before\n[Verse 6: MC Hammer]\nLet's drink Crystal and hop in the pool\nConversate about the real, not big, and keep it cool\nI see you smiling, Girl what you smiling for?\nLooking s**y with your county buck wild flow\nYou like R Kelly? You like what he produced through?\nWell ya, I like to bump and grind too\nFeel me\n[Verse 7: Nutt-so]\nConversating, not tripping where my hands at\nNow she's relaxing wanna tell my how her man act\nExcuse me, but do your man got my number baby\nCuz I up at your house with your coat, he keep on paging me\nAnd your man, you know these digits? (what's up Nutt-so?)\nYou ain't nothing but her man, now ain't that wicked\n[MC Hammer]\nIt ain't nothing but a damn shame (hello)\nAnd it's very strange that my pager beeps the same thing\n[Nutt-so & MC Hammer:]\nSo your man, and your man must be\n[MC Hammer]\nTrying to find clues on us and where we be\n[Nutt-so & MC Hammer:]\nBut we ain't tripping, let's give' em a call\nSo they can cook for us and clean up after the dogs\nFeel me\n[Nutt-so]\nCalled him up, now you tell him he can come through\nBut he can't be up here acting a fool\nAfter that he never heard from us\n[Nutt-so & MC Hammer:]\nAnd when he arrived it read:\n\u2018Too late player do not disturb us'\n[Chorus]",
    "2pac - Too Tight lyrics": "[Verse 1: MC Hammer]\nBaby back up, if you asthmatic\nThis track'll have you going way back like bad habit\nI heard you talking loud and clear you ain't saying nothing\nThis beat is pumping got you swerving in your ride when you play it fully\nI caught some player hating punks talking 'bout my style\nI'm getting money doing this for a while\nBunch of immature squares using bad grammar\nI hit the city have 'em screaming \"You the man Hammer\"\nHolla if you understand me its new drag\nPoppa got a new bag and its too bad\nCome on, was getting hype in the back seat\nBoom when the track meet\nMe make 'em get up on they black feet\nThey told me Hammer wasn't popping so I changed the plan\nAnd came back with a monster jam\nThrow up your hands if you feel me, touch the sky\nCause you ain't got to be high to fly\nNow what all my people say\n[Hook]\nEverybody talking 'bout they down to ride now that Hammer's busting two times\nBut I don't think they know what we got tonight\nShow 'em Hammer cause you're too tight\n[Verse 2: MC Hammer]\nYou wonder why they call me Hammer\nI shake the whole state earthquake the whole planet\nI got you jumping out of your chair like you're panicking\nQuit being stiff its similar to watching mannequins\nThrow your hands up again and swing them back side to side\nHammer time in this mother s**er time to ride\nWhere you from Hammer? Oak Town I reside\nUntil I die heart full of home town pride\nDon't ask why things changed am I still the same\nDaddy never left the game he just got strange \n\n\n\nSo peep game cause the fame is a narcotic\nThe fans want to get a fix but the stars got it\nAnd you'll be going through the stacks of junk\nPacks of pump, and still can't find a track that bumps\nWell never worry cause your homie got your legs tonight\nAnd all my people say its too tight\nNow what all my people say\n[Hook]\nEverybody talking 'bout they down to ride now that Hammer's busting two times\nBut I don't think they know what we got tonight\nShow 'em Hammer cause you're too tight\n[Verse 3: MC Hammer]\nThe third verse getting worse for the wallflowers\nEither hit the floor or hit the door coward\nSince its a d**h Row party got the cream and the crop\nI keep it popping got the whole crowd screaming don't stop, until you drop\nMusic motivates a generation\nAll color barriers are broken when I rock the nation\nFrom seeing [?] to minors in the little league\nFrom thugs to jocks to cops still feeling me\nConsider me to be the one to put the love back\nAnd can't nobody rock the show like the Hammer would a club track\nAnd since my aim is the motion, I got a new potion\nTo groove you from cost to cost, so get close\nCause ain't nothing but a party y'all, we keep it going to the daylight\nCause this is too tight\nNot only the women but all the men\nAs soon it end it start again\nNow what all my people say\n[Hook]\nEverybody talking 'bout they down to ride now that Hammer's busting two times\nBut I don't think they know what we got tonight\nShow 'em Hammer cause you're too tight",
    "2pac - Toss It Up lyrics": "(2pac speaking)\nThe money behind the dreams\nMy right hand, my other Capo in this big motherf**in war we got\nMy other Capo in this big a**, conglomerate called d**h Row\nSnoop motherf**in Dogg, Tha Doggfather\nAnd who he comin through right now, Makaveli the Don\nFeel this, k**uminati\nToss it up\nLord have mercy, father help us all\nSince you supplied your phone number, i can't help but call\nTime for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back\nGot ya curious about thug pa**ion, now picture that\nTongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyes\nTime to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise\nMe and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room\nSweatin up the sheets, it's the thug in me\nI be the ? when i tongue kiss your neck,\nI go a long way to get you, what do you expect\nLate night, hit the highway, drop the top\nI pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot\nPicture-look it how i lick your hips and glide\nKiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside\nGot ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust\nI got the bedroom shakin back, breakin when we're tossin' it up\n(K-Ci & Jo-Jo)\nIn this baby, I like the way it's goin down\nWhen all that is around, slip slide ride\nGivin me love nice like\nFemale I like, what I wanna give all night\nYou and me alone everybody's gone toss it up\nBaby let's, get it on!\nI like the way you please me, babe\nThe s**y way you tease me, sugar\nThe way you move your body\nIt really drives me crazy\nYour body hypnotizing, your smell is so exciting\nSo baby come on home with me, I like the way you give it to me!\n(Chorus sung by K-Ci & Jo-Jo)\nI like the way you give it to me -- let me see you toss it up\n(repeat 4 times)\nPlay on, play on, play on, play onnnn!\n(repeat 4 times)\n(K-Ci & Jo-Jo)\nOhhh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you lady\nOhhh, don't act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy\n\n\n\nThe way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang\nGirl you make my bells rang, make them go ting-a-ling!\nNow the man, I'm here again\nDon't want it to ever end\nIt's feeling too good\nGimme some more, oh lady lady\nYour body the kind I like-ah\nBig booty so I got to keep it locked up\nBag it up yo, let me in there\nToss it up for me!!\n(chorus)\nDo you want me? What's your phone number?, i get around\nCali love to my true thugs, picture me now\nStill down for that d**h row sound, searchin for pay days\nNo longer dre day, arive derche\nLong and forgotten, plottin for plottin-child's play\nCheck your s**uality, as fruity as this alize\nQuick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move\nCross d**h row, now who you gonna run to\nLike those other s**ers cuz you similiar\nPretendin to be hard-oh my god-check your temperature\nScreamin compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard\nBrothas pissed cuz you switched and escaped to the burbs\nMob on to this new era, cuz we untouchable\nStill can't believe you got pac rushin, uppin you\nBless the real, all the rest get k**ed, who can you trust\nOnly time reveals...toss it up!\n(chorus until end)\n(2Pac talking over chorus)\nPlay on playa, play on\nHow can some non-players do a song about Compton\nand then wanna do a player song?\nHow can non-players do it? (We not little kids, we not playin)\nTellin lies, who?\nPuffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon\nYou still ain't touchin us, all that peace talk\nI don't care if you kiss my a** from here to across the street boy\nIt's on\nToss it up, we took you on, and we took y'all beat\nYou know we beat you down, and we took y'all beat\nCause you wasn't rockin it right\nTired of s**ers rockin it, toss it up, is how we did it\nYeah, toss it up now!\n",
    "2pac - Toss It Up Nu Mixx lyrics": "Lord have mercy, father help us all\nSince you supplied your phone number, I can't help but call\nTime for action, conversating, we relaxing, kicking back\nGot you curious for Thug Pa**ion, now picture that\nTongue-kissing, hand full of hair, look in my eyes\nTime to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise\nMe and you moving in the nude, do it in the living room\nSweating up the sheets, it's the Thug in me\nI mean no disrespecting when I tongue-kiss your neck\nI go a long way to get you wet, what you expect?\nLate night, hit the highway, drop the top\nI pull over, getting busy in the parking lot\nAnd don't you love it how I lick your hips and glide?\nKiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside\nGot you lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust\nI got the bedroom shaking, back-breaking, when we're tossing it up Listen baby, I like the way it's going down\nWhen nobody's around, slip-slide ride\nGiving me that nice smile\nFemale I like, what I want to give all night\nYou and me alone, everybody's gone, toss it up\nBaby let's get it on! I like the way you please me, yeah\nThe s**y way you tease me, yeah (that's right)\nThe way you move your body\nIt really drives me crazy!\nYour body hypnotizing (hypnotizing)\nYour smell is so exciting (so exciting)\nSo baby come on home with me\nI like the way you give it to me! I like the way you give it to me\nLet me see you toss it up! I like the way you give it to me\nLet me see you toss it up! I like the way you give it to me\nLet me see you toss it up! So I like the way you give it to me\nLet me see you toss it up! Play on, play on, play on, play on (oh baby)\nPlay on, play on, play on, play on (lemmi see you play on)\nPlay on, play on, play on, play on\nPlay on, play on, play on, play on (K-Ci) Oh, it's K-Ci baby (yes) \n\n\n\nHmm, that want you lady (yes)\nOh, don't act so shady\nBaby, your taste as fine as gravy (that's right)\nThe way you move that thang\nYou make me wanna sang\nGirl you make my bells rang\nMake them go ting-a-ling! Now the man, I'm here again\nDon't want it to ever end\nIt's feeling too good!\nGimme some more, oh lady, lady\nYour body the kind I like-ah\nBig booty titillating delight-ah\nBag it up yo, let me in there\nToss it up for me! I like the way you give it to me\nLet me see you toss it up! I like the way you give it to me\nLet me see you toss it up! I like the way you give it to me\nLet me see you toss it up! I like the way you give it to me\nLet me see you toss it up!\nSo won't play on oh yeah! How do you want it? What's your phone number? I get around\nCali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now\nStill down for that d**h Row sound, searching for paydays\nNo longer Dre Day, arrivederci\nBlown and forgotten, rotten for plotting Child's Play\nCheck your s**uality as fruity as this Alize\nQuick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move\nCross d**h Row, now who you gonna run to?\nLooking for s**ers cause you similar\nPretending to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature\nScreaming \"Compton\", but you can't return, you ain't heard?\nBrothers pissed 'cause you switched and escaped to the burbs!\nMob on to this new era, 'cause we untouchable\nStill can't believe that you got Pac rushing you\nUp in you, bless the real, all the rest get k**ed\nWho can you trust? Only time reveals\nToss it up! Let me see you toss it up! (Toss it up)\nWon't you toss it up\nLet me see you toss it up!\nLet me see you toss it up! Toss it baby baby Toss it up now ye ye\nToss it up now ye ye\nToss it up now",
    "2pac - Tradin War Stories lyrics": "(feat. C-Bo, Dramacydal, Storm)\n[2Pac]\nA military mind n***a\nA military mind mean money\nA criminal grind n***a\nA criminal grind mean hustle\nYou know\n[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]\nWe tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise\nJealous n***az I despise, look in my eyes\n[2Pac]\nNow can your mind picture, a thug n***a drinkin hard liquor\nThis ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker\nWho would figure that all I need was a hair trigger\nsemi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare n***az\nPardon my thug poetry, but s**ers is born everyday\nand fear of man - grow on trees\nCriminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes\nSo n***az whisper when they mention\nMachiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure\nMoms sent me to go play with the drug dealers\nHits fall, we thug n***az and we came in packs.\nEvery one of n***az strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac)\nIn the back, my AR-15\nThuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine\nMy lyrics are blueprints to money makin\nFat as that a** that honey shakin\n[Chorus (w/ Outlawz)]\n[Fatal]\nI bust a trey-trey, buggin an' sh**\nThey call it overthuggin and sh**\nBut I was just a younger n***a;\ngettin older and lovin this sh**\nBut what was I doin in this place?\nTo the fakes without a pistol in the first,\nfacin termination in the worst\nBut I figured to play the wall; to watch all these\nplaya hatin n***az position for I could see 'em all\nMade it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you\nBut it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you.\n[Dramacydal]\nNow picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery\nConsidered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P\nMy eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out\nLearned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out\nAnd why I do it - the ridin and smokin\nCollidin with foes - in the worst place;\ny'all shouldn'ta f**ed with us ,in the first place\nY'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters\nY'all don't want no funk cause\ny'all be the next in the long line of war stories\n[Chorus]\n[C-Bo]\nI breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale\nStackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12 \n\n\n\nSlap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger\nNo one will remain when I come through dumpin insane\nCall me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine\nI be the n***a that's pullin the trigga\nand dumpin the hollow points in your brain\nMo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball\nWe bust that a** up against the wall (up against the wall)\n(?) Never been no (?) men\nHow we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground\nain't nuttin but the hog in me\nBust off his dil*o, k**in (?) and keep mobbin G\nIt ain't no problem (?) funk off\n(?) blow down punks with my sawed off\nBust they dirty-a** drawers off\nand had them b**h n***az hauled off\n[Chorus]\n[Outlawz]\nMy whole family been raised, on sh** that ain't okay\nAin't nuttin on this earth will make a n***a like me stay\nI'm reminiscin, and catchin flashbacks when n***as ran up\nin my house and I was too young, to try to blast back\nWhat happend then? No one would tell me since I was three\nHeard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free\nBut f** that, you got what's mines and I want that\nNever drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back\nAnd now I'm sittin, holdin in anger because my parents missin\nThuggin Immortal, got some war stories for ya\n[Storm]\nNow look at me - straight Outlaw Immortal\nNever gave a f** cause I was nobody's daughter\nOutlawin from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure\ncause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, n***a\nSo who's the bigger, who's the quickest k**er?\nWould ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla\nWhen I got cha on kay-nine-fourths\nPrayin to God as your life goes back and forth\nWe tradin war stories\n[Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer)]\n['Pac talking]\nWar stories n***a; hahaha, what players do\nThug Life, Outlaw Immortalz\nMotherf**in Tupac a.k.a. Makaveli\nCan you feel me? Just so you know, it's on d**h Row\nMy n***az love that sh**\nDramacydal in this motherf**er, heheheh\nYea n***a! Shout out to my n***az Fatal and Felony\nC-Bo, the bald head nut, what?\nYou know what time it is",
    "2pac - Trapped lyrics": "You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion\nHappiness, living on tha streets is a delusion\nEven a smooth criminal one day must get caught\nShot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought\nNine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me\nCause they never talk peace in tha black community\nAll we know is violence, do tha job in silence\nWalk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants\nToo many brothers daily heading for tha big penn\nn***as commin' out worse offthan when they went in\nOver tha years i done alot of growin' up\nGetten drunk thrown' up\nCuffed up\nThen i said i had enough\nThere must be another route, way out\nTo money and fame, i changed my name\nAnd played a different game\nTired of being trapped in this vicious cycle\nIf one more cop harra**es me i just might go psycho\nAnd when i gettem\nI'll hittem with tha bum rush\nOnly a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed\nYo, if your smart you'll really let me go 'g'\nBut keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi\nThey got me trapped....\nChorus\n[uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down]\nThey got me trapped\n[naw, they can't keep tha black man down]\nTrapped\n[uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down]\nTrapped\n[naw, they can't keep tha black man down]\nThey got me trapped\nCan barely walk tha city streets\nWithout a cop harra**ing me, searching me\nThen asking my identity\nHands up, throw me up against tha wall\nDidn't do a thing at all\nI'm tellen you one day these s**ers gotta fall\nCuffed up throw me on tha concrete\nCoppers try to k** me\nBut they didn't know this was tha wrong street\nBang bang, down another casualty\nBut it's a cop who's shot there's brutality\nWho do you blame?\nIt's a shame because tha mans slain\nHe got caught in tha chains of his own game\nHow can i feel guilty after all tha things they did to me\nSweated me, hunted me\nTrapped in my own community\n\n\n\nOne day i'm gonna bust\nBlow up on this society\nWhy did ya lie to me ?\nI couldn't find a trace of equality\nWork me like a slave while they laid back\nHomie don't play that\nIt's time i lett'em suffer tha payback\nI'm tryin to avoid physical contact\nI can't hold back, it's time to attack jack\nThey got me trapped\nChorus\n[uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down]\nYou know they got me trapped\n[naw, they can't keep tha black man down]\nTrapped\n[uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down]\nYou know they got me trapped\n[naw, they can't keep tha black man down]\nNow i'm trapped and want to find a getaway\nAll i need is a 'g' and somewhere safe to stay\nCan't use tha phone\nCause i'm sure someone is tappin in\nDid it before\nAin't scared to use my gat again\nI look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant\nBut now he's tha devils friend\nToo late to be tellin' him\nHe shot first and i'll be damned if i run away\nHomie is done away i should of put my gun away\nI wasn't thinkin' all i heard was tha ridicule\nGirlies was laughin', tup sayin \"damn homies is dissin you\"\nI fired my weapon\nStarted steppin' in tha hurricane\nI got shot so i dropped\nFeelin' a burst of pain\nGot to my feet\nCouldn't see nothin' but bloody blood\nNow i'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer\nRan through an alley\nStill lookin' for my getaway\nCoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today\nTrapped in a corner\nDark and i couldn't see tha light\nThoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life\nWhat do i do ?\nLive my life in a prison cell\nI'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell\nThey got me trapped\nChorus\n[uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down]\nThey got me trapped\n[naw, they can't keep tha black man down]\nTrapped\n[uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down]\nYou know they got me trapped\n[naw, they can't keep tha black man down]\nTrapped\n",
    "2pac - Troublesome lyrics": "Born to wreck sh**, poppin' bubble gum\nOthers call me up, but momma call me troublesome\nLearned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or write\nNever touched a pipe, made my money every night\n'Til I gotta (ride), a motherf**in' Benz\nb**h talked to every snitch, they jeapordized me gettin' rich\nOnly fifteen at a spot full of rock teens\nFull of hard knocks, ready to clock, fu*k the cops (yeah!)\nAnd we was fat like Trump\nEvery n***a packed a pump, so time to be poppin trunks\nI stood at the top of the organization\nReady to pop a cop with no hesitations (f** the police) yeah\nNow I'm makin' all the others run\n'Cause here it comes, look out for brother troublesome\nYeah y'all, hehe\nA n***a named Troublesome\nI learned from my mistakes I'm twenty-one now\nI gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle\nAin't old enough to save but I behave just like a true vet\nThat's cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn't do yet\nTryin' to pop my pistol for a profit\nCopper tried to stop I didn't drop and so he got it (yeah)\nAnd I don't give a f** about it\n(Ah-yo you think you'll ever quit this sh**?) I doubt it\nSo why not take all of me\n'Cause I just love to be the n***a that nobody else has the balls to be\nThese s**ers always searchin' for me, with funk\nThey in a hurry to get buried with they locs up\nAnd once I let my gun pop\nAnother motherf**er drops\nI smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo\nCrack through your window, n***a where the f** the ya-yo?\nYou tried to hesitate I couldn't wait to rush him\nI didn't trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust him\nI'm criminal I'm workin' doin' wicked sh**\nSo catch a Christmas cause I'm murderin' your witnesses, I'm troublesome\nYeah!\nYeah, a n***a named Troublesome \n\n\n\nNow I'm on top got plenty open\nI ain't no f**in' joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huh\nAs I sit back and rake my, dough in\nI let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin, huh\nAnd flippin' hoes, there's no open\nKeepin' a sister broke I'd rather take it from the token (give it up)\nA psychopath when provoked then\nAll you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my, coat\nI told you we ain't havin' it (come here)\nGive up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin' it\nBang bang! Was the sound as I jetted\nA bullet in the head so the s**er don't forget it\nBut I knew that I'd be dead soon\nCrime in my head, makin' decisions in my bedroom\nI see task at my front do' (ahh sh**)\nBut I ain't goin' alive, so what the f** these n***as come for\nJust because you got a vest don't mean you escape from d**h (b**h)\nI put this AK to your chest it'll take your entire breath\nThrew a grenade in the front yard\nSix cops lunged then got crunched, here they come God\nThe other cops are closin' in\nDeja vu, what do I do, here we go again (here we go again)\nI'd rather take my life than have these s**ers clown me\nWhen they found me, they call me troublesome\nTroublesome, word up\nUptown, they got a Troublesome\nIn Crooklyn, they got a Troublesome\nIn the Bronx, they got a Troublesome\nIn Uptown, they got a Troublesome\nSouth South Bronx, they got a Troublesome\nThe jungle, they got a Troublesome\nWashington D.C. troublesome\nBaltimore (troublesome) Miami\nTroublesome, Seattle\nAll over this motherf**in' country (troublesome)\nIn every single ghetto (troublesome)\nAs long as there ain't money there's gonna be troublesome\nTroublesome, word up\nTroublesome\nTroublesome, troublesome\nTroublesome\nMy n***a named Troublesome",
    "2pac - Troublesome '96 lyrics": "Troublesome n***a\n[Chorus plays in background]\nTroublesome 19-muthaf**in-96 (westside)\nLet it be known n***a\nBoss of all bosses, Makaveli\nMenacin' methods label me a lethal weapon\nMaking n***as die witnessin' breathless imperfections\nCan you picture my specific plan\nTo be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned\nScams are plotted over grams and rocks\n[song version 1:] Undercover agents die by the random shots\n[song version 2:] Outlaws motherf**ers die by the random shots\nWe all die in the end, so revenge we swore\nI was all about my ends, f** friends and foes\nMe, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata\nGot me a dog and named her my b**h n***a eata\nWhat could they do to me that little brat\nsh** them n***as shot me and still terrified, I'll get their a**\nHow can I show you how I feel inside\nWe outlawz motherf**as can't k** my pride\nn***as talk a lot of sh** but that's after I'm gone\nCause they fear me in physical form let it be known\nI'm troublesome\n[Chorus]\nTra la la la la la all ya n***as die [several times]\nTrouble sh**\nGutter ways my mentality is ghetto\nWe're guerrillas in this criminal war, we all rebels\nd**h before dishonor bet on bomb on them first n***as do\nWe came for murder, pullin' up in a herse\nWestside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming f** \n\n\n\nAll ya'll n***as in Swahili\nPistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to care of my heartless strap\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on your a** like an avalance\nA soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\nBusta a** motherf**as tried to flee\nPicture me letting this chump survive\nRedin' up on his a** when I'm doped and died\nCause I'm troublesome\n[Chorus]\nMurder murder my mind states sh** ain't change since my last rhyme\nThe crime rate ain't decline\nn***as bustin' shots like they lost their mind\nLike twenty-five to life never crossed their mind\nTell me young n***a never learned a thang\nDead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang\nSniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry\nTry to warn the little n***a either stop or die\nMercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams\nVivid pictures of my enemies and family times\nGod to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die\nNeed to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nothing worse than this cursed a** hopeless life\nCause I'm troublesome\n",
    "2pac - Troublesome 21 lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nBorn to wreck sh**, poppin' bubble gum\nOthers call me Yum, but momma call me troublesome\nLearned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or write\nNever touched a pipe, made my money every night\n'Til I gotta (ride), a motherf**in' Benz (benz)\nb**h talked to every snitch, they jeopardized me gettin' rich\nOnly fifteen at a spot full of rock teens\nFull of hard knocks, ready to clock, f** the cops (yeah!)\nAnd we was fat like Trump\nEvery n***a packed a pump, so time to be poppin' trunks\nI stood at the top of the organization\nReady to pop a cop with no hesitations (f** the police) yeah\nNow I'm makin' all the others run\nCause here it comes, look out for brother troublesome\n[Interlude]\nYeah y'all, hehe\nA n***a named Troublesome\n[Verse 2]\nI learned from my mistakes I'm twenty-one now\nI gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle\nAin't old enough to save but I behave just like a true vet\nThat's cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn't do yet\nTryin' to pop my pistol for a profit\nCopper tried to stop I didn't drop and so we got it (yeah)\nAnd I don't give a f** about it\n(Aiyyo you think you'll ever quit this sh**?) I doubt it\nSo why not take all of me\nCause I just love to be the n***a that nobody else has the balls to be\nThese s**ers always searchin' for me, with funk\nThey in a hurry to get buried with they loc's up (see ya)\nAnd once I let my gun pop\nAnother motherf**er drops\nI smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo\nCrack through your window, n***a where the f** the ya-yo?\nYou tried to hesitate I couldn't wait to rush him\nI didn't trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust him\nI'm criminal I'm workin' doin' wicked sh**\nSo catch a Christmas cause I'm murderin' your witnesses, I'm troublesome\n[Interlude]\nYeah!\nYeah, a n***a named Troublesome\n[Verse 3]\nNow I'm on top got plenty dope in \n\n\n\nI ain't no f**in' joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huh\nAs I sit back and rake my, dough in\nI let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin', huh\nAnd flippin' hoes, there's no open\nKeepin' a sister broke I'd rather take it from the token (give it up)\nA psychopath when provoked then\nAll you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my, coat\nI told you we ain't havin' it (c'mere)\nGive up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin' it\nBang bang! Was the sound as I jetted\nA bullet in the head so the s**er don't forget it\nBut I knew that I'd be dead soon\nCrime in my head, makin' decisions in my bedroom\nI see task at my front do' (ahh sh**)\nBut I ain't goin' alive, so what the f** these n***as come fo'\nJust because you got a vest don't mean you escape from d**h (b**h)\nI put this AK to your chest it'll take your entire breath\nThrew a grenade in the front yard\nSix cops lunged then got crunched, here they come God\nThe other cops are closin' in\nDeja vu, what do I do, here we go again (here we go again)\nI'd rather take my life than have these s**ers clown me\nWhen they found me, they call me troublesome\n[Outro]\nn***as ain't tapin', not a live\nTroublesome, word up\nUptown, they got a Troublesome\nIn Crooklyn, they got a Troublesome\nIn the Bronx, they got a Troublesome\nIn Oaktown, they got a Troublesome\nSouth Central, they got a Troublesome\nThe jungle, they got a Troublesome\nWashington D.C., (troublesome)\nBaltimore (troublesome)\nMiami (troublesome)\nSeattle, All over this motherf**in' country (troublesome)\nIn every single ghetto (troublesome)\nAs long as there ain't money there's gonna be troublesome\n(Troublesome), word up\n(Troublesome)\n(Troublesome), troublesome\nTroublesome (troublesome)\nMy n***a named Troublesome, troublesome, troublesome. troublesome..",
    "2pac - Troublesome96 remix lyrics": "\n\n\n\nJust a practice nothing for commercial",
    "2pac - Trust Nobody(Prod. By MizzyBeatZ) lyrics": "Produced By: MizzyBeatZ\n2Pac Sample\nVerse: J-$k**z\nFirst They Love You, Then They Hate You, Then They Love You Again\nThis Games A Cycle That Never Ends\nWhen Your Up, Everything Is Everything\nEveryone Wants To Come Around,Show You Love And Give You \"Daps\", Swear Their Down\nThen Your Down And Their No Where To Be Found, Hide And Seek Friends\n\"Hide\" When Your Broke, \"Seek\" When Your Eatin', Thats The sh** I Don't Like\n\"Fair Weathered\" Mother f**ers\nI Know Your Not Built For The Bad Weather, That's Why I Don't Expect You To Walk Thru Success Door \n\n\n\nAnytime Soon, Middle Fingers To The Backstabbers Too, Try To f** Me Over And Watch How Fast I'll Flip It On You, Way Too Intelligent To Be Fooled\nBy The \"Harvey-Dents Two-Faced Rules\"\nI Bet We All Love To Win, And Hate To Lose That's Why I Gotta Be Careful\nWho I Let Close To Me\nTrust Is The Easiest Thing To Break\nAnd Hardest Thing To Gain\nWatch What You Do And Say\nBut Like They Say \"You Can't Please Everybody\" So Do Your Best To Please The Ones You Can\nEY3$EE\n2013",
    "2pac - Trying to Make it Through lyrics": "Fam Base\nAll my thugs say\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nSick, Thicker than most of these tricks\nI got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake b**hes\nI stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do\nCause if I did, Then I get beat up by my f**in crew\nA real n***a, Since you figure that you ready to box\nYou catchin knots from my n***a Freddie Foxxx\nAnd Ahk, You really don't want none from Pac\nCause I'll be strapped wit a Glock\nAnd throw thangs like I'm born to box\nI'll hit this motherf**in gin then I'll be all in\nHell yeah, Young n***as straight ballin\nAnd everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 165\nAnd I'm high 'til I f**in die\nThug life in this motherf**er catchin wreck\nBig stretch hit me off when I hit the set\nBut now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I filla\nn***a tryin to see if I'm a k**a\nCmon\n[Hook]\nIf my pain don't speak my story, If these words don't speak my soul\nIf my struggle be the legacy, In this world if I let go\nIs it the only thing that's constant is a change that's overdue?\nIf they fault me for my attitude, I'm just tryin to make it through\n[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx]\nIt's Bump Knucks from the underground still full of rage\nRhymes, I write 'em in blood, They spill through the page\nI been on my Lillo Thomas, layin in the cut\nWaitin for feds and snitches to move, n***a what?\nI'm a smooth n***a but, I'm extra deadly \n\n\n\nI'm 45 minutes of gangster medley's\nI'm a crook, to the heart B, Master the theft\nSteal everything but air, I won't take ya breath\nY'all know, The 3 pound 7 cali revolve\nGot a murder to solve, My heart was involved\nI'm a thug n***a, I still say f** a label\nf** wit ray, And n***a you will duck a table\nKrupt mob, My n***a we bounce from the jake's\nTryin to turn into key's, The ounces we take\nI'm a locman, Diamond, Rhymin godzilla\nWit the calico's co*ked, You f**in wit a k**a\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3: Benzino]\nDon't you ever think for a minute I wasn't comin back\nMakaveli would never be on a Shady track\nHow could you ever insinuate the inprobable?\nThe number 1 rapper alive? How is it possible?\nRunnin through these industry n***as like I was Ray Lewis\nNever scurred to press on the trigger because I been through it\nTryin to keep me from flyin, They gonna let you do it\nOnly thing that kept me from dyin is makin rap music\nTell me what you hidin for, Was it miami on memorial day?\nUp in the all-star in La, Super bowl sunday\nWe up in houston where n***as like the gunplay\nAnd everybody's shootin, I'm a universal hood n***a, Me and Bumpy put it down\nWit Makaveli, These n***as wasn't even around\nWhat's the difference between ya n***as and mine?\nWe was up in the studio wit the realist of all time\n[Hook]",
    "2pac - Tryna Be Strong lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nTryna be strong (2x)\n[Verse 1: Eminem]\nI spit it slow so these kids know that i'm talkin' to 'em\nGive it back to these damn critics and sock it to em\nI'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence\nI spew it, and look how I got you b**hes rockin' to it\nYou motherf**ers could never do it like I could do it\nDon't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it\nDon't ever in your life, try to knock the truest\nI spit the illest sh**, ever been dropped to two inch\nSo ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock\nListen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a co*k\nListen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen\nMotherf**ers know that i'll never be Marshall again\nFull of controversy until I retire my jersey\n'til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty, and\nLord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me\nAnd put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity, i'm a...\n[Hook: 2Pac] (2x)\nTryna be strong,trapped in the storm\nConstantly armed,and f** the world til I'm gone\nb**hes be warned\nTryna be strong,keepin it real\nn***as is false,even if I do conceal my criminal thoughts\n[Verse 2: 50 Cent]\nNow these p**y n***as putting money on my head\nGo on and get your refund motherf**er, I ain't dead\nI'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found\nI'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned\nWhen I rhyme, something special happen every time\nI'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime\nI walk the block with the bundles \n\n\n\nI've been knocked on the humble\nSwing the ox when I rumble\nShow your a** what my gun do\nGot a temper n***a, go 'head, lose your head\nTurn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs\nI walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder\nTill I bust a clip in your face, p**y, this beef ain't over\nd**h gotta be easy, cause life is hard\nIt'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred\nThis if for my n***as on the block, twisting trees and cigars\nFor the n***as on lock, doing life behind bars\n[Hook: 2Pac] (2x)\n[Bridge: 2Pac speaks]\n[Verse 3: Nas]\nI woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessing\nThe essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and\nMy physical frame is celebrated cause I made it\nOne quarter through life some Godly-like thing created\nGot rhymes 365 days annual plus some\nLoad up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from\nMy skull cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain\nDon't go against the grain, simple and plain\nWhen I was young, at this I used to do my thing hard\nRobbin foreigners, take their wallets, their j**els, and rip their green cards\nDipped to the projects flashing my quick cash and\nGot my first piece of a** smokin blunts with hash\nNow it's all about cash in abundance\nn***as I used to run with is rich or doing years in the hundreds\nI switched my motto; instead of saying \"f** tomorrow\"\nThat buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto\n[Hook: 2Pac] (2x)",
    "2pac - Tupac & Monster Kody Phone Conversation October 18, 1995 lyrics": "[2Pac]: Sanyika, what's up?\n2Pac, too playa\n[Monster Kody]: I got the message you use tryna saying [?] trip.\n[2Pac]: Yeah, I was wondering what happened, cause they did that to me too when I was up in there.\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah, I heard.\n[2Pac]: [?] people I can write to, like Mutulu they opened my whole letter then.\n[Monster Kody]: Oh yeah, well you know I would get at Mutulu, I go ride long way, right?\n[2Pac]: uha\n[Monster Kody]: through these cats ain't robbing\n[2Pac]: Uha\n[Monster Kody]: or I get at Watani I go another way too right\n[2Pac]: But I was scared to do that sh**, I ain't wanna everybody else to get the letter\ncause if other cat wrote me and said that \"you talked to him and it was cool\nset it through him\" but I was like sh**\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah\n[2Pac]: how I know he said that\n[Monster Kody]: Right, right.\n[2Pac]: Everybody know tryna get at me\n[Monster Kody]: And that was good shout out you gave me man, in the vibe man\nappreciated it though\n[2Pac]: Oh you know [?] I'm tryna tell you do you faith but the long is\n[Monster Kody]: I tell you, you don't remember where we met at\n[2Pac]: Nah, Watani said it was up in L.A. right\n[Monster Kody]: Straight it up man\n[2Pac]: I don't remember that sh**\n[Monster Kody]: It was me, you, it was [?]\n[2Pac]: I don't remember that sh**, you know I be pour it out though\n[Monster Kody]: I know homie\n[2Pac]: [?]\n[Monster Kody]: Ey you got my number here though.\n[2Pac]: Nah\n[Monster Kody]: You called me!, remember?\n[2Pac]: But I got the number from Mo, he was with me, he dialed the number for me\n[Monster Kody]: Hey take this number out.\n[2Pac]: Okay.\n[Monster Kody]: 909\n[2Pac]: Mhm\n[Monster Kody]: 243\n[2Pac]: Mhm\n[Monster Kody]: 2889\n[2Pac]: 2889\n[Monster Kody]: Ey you know we started shooting the movie next month, right?\n[2Pac]: You do!?\n[Monster Kody]: I'm telling you man I want you to brave me man.\n[2Pac]: I wanna play nig nobody play you\n[Monster Kody]: Okay, dig this, check this out\nthe producer, I mean director, right\nAntoine Fuqua a young brother. 28 years old from Baltimore, right\nbut he straight, straight up cal like us right\n[2Pac]: Mhhm\n[Monster Kody]: He's a good cap, we got hella [?] wit him, right\n[2Pac]: Mhhm\n[Monster Kody]: William Dean casting yet, man\n[2Pac]: Mhhm\n[Monster Kody]: you know\n[2Pac]: You gotta put me down\n[Monster Kody]: I'm telling you\n[Monster Kody]: I just seen your sh**, I just seen Juice\n[2Pac]: Oh yeah *Pac laughs*\n[Monster Kody]: I stepped out all of me here\n[2Pac]: Oh sh**\n[Monster Kody]: I just seen your sh** man\n[2Pac]: Word!\n[Monster Kody]: Yep\n[Monster Kody]: Above the Rim who that last night\n[2Pac]: Yeah, when I was up in that jailhouse, I wrote one too, I suppose to getting that sh** together\nwhat else you doing man?\n[Monster Kody]: Ey man you won't believe I got some dope a** lyrics\n[2Pac]: Word!\n[Monster Kody]: I'm serious, I got the sh** called level five that's bomb sh**\n[2Pac]: Word!\n[2Pac]: You got to come to the studio then\n[Monster Kody]: I'm tend to got some sh**\n[2Pac]: So when you gon' come through?\n[Monster Kody]: When I can come through?\n[2Pac]: Any time, any day I'm finishing my album doing double album\nthis [?] was called All Eyez On Me\nI got the song with Dre, I got the song with Roger, I gotta song with George Clinton\n[Monster Kody]: That sh** is fat\n[2Pac]: Faith, I got Sister Souljah coming, if you coming then we can do the bomb sh**\nI'm telling you\n[Monster Kody]: Hey, check this out, check this out\nI'm telling you that sh** you shout man \"So Many Tearz\"\n[2Pac]: Yeah\n[Monster Kody]: Man I burst outta tears when I heard that sh**\n[2Pac]: You liked that sh** *Pac laughing*\n[Monster Kody]: Man you shout that sh**, I'm telling you\nyesterday I was cleaning up the pad\n[2Pac]: Uha\n[Monster Kody]: And I was me and my wife, right\n[2Pac]: Mhm\n[Monster Kody]: And I cleaned up the pad and Um \"Lord Knows\" was on, right\n[2Pac]: Uha\n[Monster Kody]: and at the last verse\n[2Pac]: Yeah\n[Monster Kody]: that sh** hit me falls me man\n[2Pac]: [?] man\n[Monster Kody]: Man, hey hey homie I love that sh** outta you man\n[*2Pac laughs*]\n[2Pac]: [?] partner\n[Monster Kody]: I'm telling you\n[2Pac]: You my player I was telling you\nit was this letter tryna save to you man\nwhen them dudes started disses to me\n[Monster Kody]: Man!, Who was that man?\n[2Pac]: it was Dee foos from New York, this gang out there called \"Eighteen\"\nDee foos was mad cause I told 'em I won't f** wit em no more\n[Monster Kody]: You motherf**ers I was mad as hell about that\n[2Pac]: So when they put the pistols out, I swear on everything I love\nfirst thing I thought about was reading your book\nwhen you told 'em about how you felt when them n***as drew down\n[Monster Kody]: Ain't that cold?\n[2Pac]: That's exactly how I felt, the set up, the sh** you was talking about\nhow you just look up and n***a be like boom\n[Monster Kody]: Like that\n[2Pac]: Everything was just like that\n[Monster Kody]: And when I was reading about the sh** happened to you\nlike many sh** stayed like [?] to me\n[2Pac]: It's exactly man\n[Monster Kody]: I'm telling you\n[2Pac]: bug me out\n[Monster Kody]: Man I'm telling you we started shooting in December man and no ladies\nin January and propaganda is doing it right\n[2Pac]: That's good\n[Monster Kody]: propaganda doing it polygram\n[2Pac]: Uha\n[Monster Kody]: And when that sh** is already now I'm telling you, I ain't playing\ncan nobody do that sh** but you might as well [?] shakur thing\n[2Pac]: Alright I'ma blow it up\n[Monster Kody]: Shakur thang\n[2Pac]: Hey I represent it for you\nall the New York, I got all those New York dudes who hate the West Coast\n[Monster Kody]:Yeah\n[2Pac]: screamin' out yo' name\n[Monster Kody]: Hell with that sh**\n[2Pac]: I was pa**in' autobiography for n***as but they didn't understand the West Side\n[Monster Kody]: I'm telling ya, I seen you on BET one time\nit was you and John Singleton, right?\n[2Pac]: Yeah\n[Monster Kody]: You ask John Singleton, you had the book \"Do Or Die\"\nyou be ready eat to live and Watani was there too\n[2Pac]:Uha, Yeah\n[Monster Kody]:I been following yo bruh\n[2Pac]: Yeah man n***a John Singleton is a coward though\n[Monster Kody]: I also heard what you did to the Hughes Brothers\n[2Pac]: Yeah\n[Monster Kody]: I read about that article that interview Dream did wit you\n[2Pac]: Yeah, Hughes brothers coward too\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah\n[2Pac]: Man [?] struggle now here lookin for you man I need some help man\n[Monster Kody]: I'm telling you I'm here brother\nwhatever I can do, I'm telling you straight up\nI'ma play if you didn't\n[2Pac]: got to man\n[Monster Kody]: I'm telling you man, I'm telling you 'Pac\n[2Pac]: And I want to get this organization started wit' you\nonly we can do it, let me tell you the idea\n[Monster Kody]: Alright\n[2Pac]: It's like, we're like, we start like this youth league, right\n[Monster Kody]: Right\n[2Pac]: Football league, Basketball\nFootball.. I mean Basketball, Football, Softball for girls and boys\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah\n[2Pac]: I'ma get all the rappers to adopt a team\n[Monster Kody]: Right\n[2Pac]: Each rapper have his own team, Coolio have his team, Stretch have his team \n\n\n\nI have this team and we play, and the rappers the ones that put the money on\nwe get the field we play, we have like the church come out itself [?]\n[Monster Kody]: That's real.\n[2Pac]: We have the fathers and the uncles and all them in the community, they do security\n[Monster Kody]: Right\n[2Pac]: To get they respect back for the kids and everything\nthen we have [?] out we have the Deckens from the church they do the security\nand we just play Football, Baseball you know get back community spirit on the game\nthen on the weekend we have back parties\n[Monster Kody]: Alright\n[2Pac]: Every rapper gotta get up\nevery rapper n***a if you gotta recognize you gotta get up for us, you gotta come to a free show for the hood\n[Monster Kody]: That's real\n[2Pac]: And it's like a little tour so we do that\nthen we get all the communties back together\nand I'm talking about some other motherf**ers with some power, and then when we do that, we register to the voters\nand if we can register for Democrats, Republican or independent.\nOnce we register to the voters we have power, then we start going up to the mayor of the cities and [?] and we got this many voters in this city; we want you to do this we want a community center, we start hittin' up 90 for the free clothes\nand [?] stores for the free computers in each community center and if they don't then sh** that's how many people will havin' no cities, we can regulate youknamean?\n[Monster Kody]: Yah!\n[2Pac]: If we tellin' the mayor [?] if you don't do this then we ain't gon' do this\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah\n[2Pac]: We tellin' him we can clean up the streets, I'ma have all these tough a** supposed to be gangsta rappers\n[Monster Kody]: Straight up\n[2Pac]: We gon' all get in the [?]\nwe gon' travel, L.A. gotta be the last place\ncause it gon' be the hardest but we can do the Jersey and all of that, we gon' drive to all these drug areas , right?\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah\n[2Pac]: Imagine me, Redman, Treach, Ice Cube [?] havin' n***a for gettin' out, goin' out to whoever the main drug dealer on the block, who run sh** you know, we get out of our man being \"what's up n***a, hey y'all doing, what's up\nyo who the n***a that run sh**\" they gon' take us to that n***a.\nWe invite those n***as to diner, invite them n***as to Dom P\u00e9rignon\n[*Monster Kody laughs*]\n[2Pac]: and lobster, we be like look player we askin' you not tellin' you, we askin' you within a player to a player, can you please give us the path to have these street clean\nfrom 6 a.m. to 11 p.m. let that be for the kids, let them n***as be safe, doing no time, no gun shot, no drug dealings\nfrom 11 p.m. till 6 a.m. you'll have the street back\nbut let us get the streets from these times then we can get [?] he said he can get to the the police to like chill out um no those nights times patrol, if n***as can get the streets clean from 6 to a 11\n[Monster Kody]: Hey but you know what else too though\nwhy talk to them face to face pin out some sh** on you right, some other stuff too right\n[2Pac]:Mhm\n[Monster Kody]: But yeah that's bad man and we all that right?, and um that's my top of work\n[2Pac]: We need power man\n[Monster Kody]: I'm telling you man hey [?] you know\nhey I'm telling you, we got power now\n[2Pac]: yeah we need power, power is numbers it's like\n[Monster Kody]: I think..\n[2Pac]: these rappers man while we don't havin, we got the juice we can say do nuttin wit' it\n[Monster Kody]: because it ain't [?] vibe\nsay what, did you see the cats in Chicago\nI think they was GDs\n[2Pac]: Yeah\n[Monster Kody]: Cause they havin' it put people in the streets\n[2Pac]: I know they be lookin' out for me when I come out there\n[Monster Kody]: And they be runnin' people on the picky like the council\n[2Pac]: I know they got them.. this dude what's his name bruv some n***a\nthey just had out there but he lost\n[Monster Kody]: gatory club gator\n[2Pac]: yeah he came close though\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah, him and some good cats too man\n[2Pac]: I went out there he be lookin' out for me but they be gang\nlike a one set but they want me to be down with them and black stones want me\nto be them, GDs be with them but I had some runnin' with them and [?].\ncause when that little kid die Yummy Sandifer\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah, I heard you sent a shoutout to him\n[2Pac]: Yeah, I had to do a show that next day\nafter they just k**ed that kid\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah\n[2Pac]: aCuse you knew what happened right?\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah they excuses him\n[2Pac]: Right, they excuted him and I was out there when I did the show the gang was in the f**in' audience, the whole gang had like [?] the stadium\n[Monster Kody]: Damn!\n[2Pac]: So I'm rappin' to the n***as that just k**ed this little kid\n[Monster Kody]: OHH\n[2Pac]: And they all screamin' out thug life\nI [?] bad like what it is this!, they got it twisted\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah\n[2Pac]: So I started cursin' them n***as out like \"y'all n***as is coward, y'all n***as is coward, y'all k**ed that kid, y'all n***as is punks man, I hate all of you\"\n[?]\n[*Monster Kody laughs*]\n[2Pac]: Them n***as started throwin' sh** [?] in the stadium\n[Monster Kody]:Word!, Damn!\n[2Pac]: It was tough man, the whole gang toured the whole neighborhood, but then I started gettin' letters from that area where all like the mothers, the girls is writin' me like \"thank you for doing that , cause everybody scared of these n***as\", see that's what I want to do\n[Monster Kody]: That's right\n[2Pac]: If these gangs ain't gon' get straight, then I wanna take 'em out the game\n[Monster Kody]: That's real\n[2Pac]: Cause if they don't, it's making trouble to us, youknamean?\n[Monster Kody]: Cause if you ain't part of the solution then you are part of the problem\n[2Pac]: No doubt\n[Monster Kody]: Where you gon' be when you tryna whack us anyway?\n[2Pac]: No doubt *Pac laughs*\n[Monster Kody]: Man, so sh**, been [?]\n[2Pac]: That's how I feel\n[Monster Kody]: But just put up force [?] man\nyou know I want all that 'Pac you know\nany time, anything I can do brother you know that's what I'm about; I've always been less the talker more the doer\nand um you know that's just my style\n[2Pac]: Yeah, no doubt, you talked to Bone?\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah in fact me and Bone\n[2Pac]: You finna do something too?\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah Bone is doing when they shoot the movie, Bone doing the documystery called \" The Making of the Monster\", right?\n[2Pac]: Oh yeah\n[Monster Kody]: And he's also doing another documentary man\n[2Pac]: About gang bang\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah about street organization\nthat's all footage is from the panthers\n[2Pac]: maan!\n[Monster Kody]: And um you know sh** is fat man, how [?] is doing?\n[2Pac]: She doing good, she [?] out of show in Vegas\n[Monster Kody]: Did she?\n[2Pac]: We had a big a** show me and the Dogg cause I'm on d**h Row now\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah, next reservations\n[2Pac]: Thanks\n[Monster Kody]: You happy over there?\n[2Pac]: Yes, aight so far, let me tell you hold on second..\n[Monster Kody]: Aight\n...\n[2Pac]: Hello\n[Monster Kody]: Yeah\n[2Pac]: That was my lawyer and sh**\n[Monster Kody]: What's up with the case though?\n[2Pac]: sh** is gone crazy I just.. damn hold on one second please\n[Monster Kody]: Alright, alright",
    "2pac - Tupac d**h 2016 lyrics": "[2Pac- Hold on Be Strong lyrics mix]\nThere's, never a good day\nCause in my hood they\nLet they AK's pump strays where the kids play\nMy homies dyin' 'fore they get to see they birthdays\nThese is the worst days\nSometimes it hurts to pray\nAnd every Halloween\nCheck out the murder scene\nCan't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen\nAnd even God turned his back on the ghetto youth\nI know that ain't the truth\nSometimes I look for proof\nI wonder if heaven got a ghetto\nAnd if it does\nDoes it matter if you blood or you cuz\nRemember how it was\nAnd facin me now, what do I do?\nThese thangs that a Thug goes through\nAnd still I rise\nSo keep ya head up\nAnd even though I had\nPain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start\nSo keep ya head up\nAnd make ya mind strong\nIt's a struggle every day...\nHolla if ya hear me!!\n[2Pac-Can't C Me Lyrics mix]\nCops and sirens,n***as open fire\nBuncha thug life n***as on the rise\nUntil I die\nAsk me why I'm a Boss Player gettin high\nAnd when I'm rollin by\nn***as Can't C Me!!\nX2\nGive me my money in stacks\nAnd lace my b**hes with 9 figures\nReal n***as fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas\nMust see my enemies defeated\nI catch them\nWhile they coughed up and weeded\nOpen fire\nNow them n***as bleedin'\nSee me in flesh\nAnd test\nAnd get your chest blown\nStraight out the west, don't get blown\nMy adversaries cry like ho's\nOpen and shut like doors\nIs you a friend or foe ?\nn***a you ain't know ?\nThey got me stressed out on d**h Row\nI've seen money\nBut baby I got to gets mo'\nYou scream and go\n'2Pac'\nAnd I ain't stopping'\nTill I'm well paid\nBails paid\nNow n***a, look what hell made\nVisions of [Dogs] and visualize my debut\nn***as know me, player\nI gotta stay true\nDon't be a dumb motherf**er\nBecause it's crazy after dark\nWhere the true Thug n***as see ya heart\nn***as Can't C Me!!\nCalifornia love.....\n[Dr.Dre-California Love]\nNow let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west\nA state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness\nThe track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest\nPack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of s**\nWe in that sunshine state where that bomb a** hemp be\nThe state where ya never find a dance floor empty\nAnd pimps be on a mission for them greens\nLean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends\nI been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes\nEver since honeys was wearin sa**oon\nNow it's '95 and they clock me and watch me\nDiamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace\nIt's all good, from Diego to tha Bay\nYour city is tha bomb if your city makin pay\nThrow up a finger if ya feel the same way\nDre puttin it down for\nCaliforn-I-a\nShake it shake it baby\nShake it shake it baby\nShake it shake it shake it shake it...\nShake it shake it mama\nShake it Cali...\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nOut on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin\nSoon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin\nFiendin for money and alcohol\nThe life of a west side playa where cowards die and it's all ball\nOnly in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die\nIn L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)\nDressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do\nFlossin but have caution we collide with other crews\nFamous cause we program worldwide\nLet'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans\nBumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side\nSo you know the row won't bow down to no man\nSay what you say\nBut give me that bomb beat from Dre\nLet me serenade the streets of L.A\nFrom Oakland to Sacktown\nThe Bay Area and back down\nCali is where they put they mack down\nGive me love! \n\n\n\n[Hook of Takin'Over]\nBut you better know try to play 'cause the game is over\nWe takin' over\n[2Pac-Takin' Over]\nYou can't break me, never make me busta soft the beats\nThis Outlaw style got a brother off the streets\nMiss Delores Tucker sue me I won't stop\n'Til we get justice for these crooked cops on my block\nTime Warner full of sissies\nTell 'em all to miss me\nA bunch of hypocrites whistling Dixie\nGood riddance cause you never should of touched me\nYou cowards knew you couldn't take the pressure I'ma make you sorry\nTrust me\nDid I cry when they dropped me? (nah), can they stop me? (yeah)\nTryna sell 4 million copies\nIf I wasn't spitting it'd be prison or d**h\nThis rap game all we got left\nSo try to comprehend where we coming from\nLife as an Outlaw, ain't meant for everyone\nSo here we come\nRecognize how we organize\nStrategize now we unified brothers on the rise\nAnd we don't stop\n[Hook]\nThey don't [?] t-t takin' over, we takin' over\nI see you trying on, 'cause we do it better\n[?] what you seek, we'll be coming over\nBut you better know try to play 'cause the game is over\nWe takin' over\n[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]\nI came to get in that a**, Bigg Di-Dogg, push the big hid-ogg\nYou're hoppin' and poppin', how bout you hop up off my bid-alls\nGot dirt on my pid-aws, I broke a few lid-aws\nIt really don't matter cause I'm only here to spit on\nAnd get on and sh** on n***as\nDo it to 'em D-O-double, right on n***a\nI'm saggin' it, baggin' it, slangin' dubs\nYou motherf**as think The Wash is all soap and suds?\nWhat's up cuz?\nIf you tryin' to get a dub sack page me\nThe hoes say \"D-Loc, you so crazy\"\nPoppin' that sh** don't faze me\nI need my chips and the dip, it's like gravy\n[Verse 4: Dr Dre]\nNow back to the lecture at hand\nPerfection is expected and I'm feelin' that demand\nLos Ang', broad day gunnin'\nThat ain't no earthquake it's just Dre comin'\nIf this sh** ain't played, the party ain't bumpin'\nIf I don't show up, the hoes ain't f**in'\n(Real talk) Cali sunshine, come visit\nJust don't stop at stop signs with bullet holes in it\nAll-Star League, you ridin' benches\nI handles my business, f** fake n***as\nI sell game a quarter million a track\nSnoop and the Good Doc back with a brand-new sack\nsh**'s wrong, money gone, I'll blast\nOut of town, out of bounds, no pa**\nRunnin' up, talkin' sh**, get smashed\n(Shoot first) Ask questions last\n[Gangsta's Paradise Hook]\n[2Pac-Loyal To The Game]\nNow I've got task on a n***a's a**\nTell me will they blast me\nI think of an alias in case these crooked b**hes ask me, now\nIt's gettin crazy after dark\nThese narcs be like trying to shut me down but I'm too smart\nNow picture me scared of the penitentiary\nI've been moving these things since the days of elementary\nNow tell me what ya need when ya see me\nI'm stacking Gs buying all the things on TV, believe me\nI got some k**ers on my payroll and they know\nWhen it's time to handle business n***a lay low\nAlthough I'm young I'm still coming up\nI'm gettin paid pulling razors on n***as when they running up\nThe first to pull the strap when theres drama\nBuster you ain't heard?\nI been slicing motherf**ers since I lost my mama\nThere ain't a cop that can stop me\nMy posse is co*ky and they don't wait until they drop me\nI'm loyal to the game\n[Gangsta's Paradise Hook]\nNow picture me scared of the penitentiary\nI've been moving these things since the days of elementary\nNow tell me what ya need when ya see me\nI'm stacking Gs buying all the things on TV, believe me\n[Lose Power]\nUntil I Die...\n[Five Shots]",
    "2pac - Tupac Interlude lyrics": "[Tupac Shakur]\nRight now, it is it is almost.. it is almost uhh,\nIMPOSSIBLE for you not to see how strong rap has gotten\nY'knowhatI'msayin, it's it's like umm..\nour our brothers and sisters, our youths, and some of our adults\ntheir ear is PINNED to rap music right now\nAnd if you really wanna get our message out\nand really wanna start teachin, we need to start doin that\nWe we really need to start usin, our methods, y'knowhatI'msayin?\nThe Last Poets did it with poetry\nAnd uhh, and and.. even in our history \n\n\n\nfrom a ancient Afl- African civilization\npoets went from village to village\nAnd that's how, stories and messages and lessons were taught\nY'knowhatI'mssayin, and so like you say, history repeats itself\nAnd so.. it it was, it was.. at it was, y'know obvious\nIt was, pick it up, y'know?\nBein the race that we are, bein the strong race that we are\nWe picked it up, we picked up those positive, those positive vibes\nand we started rappin and so\nI think it is, it's a very good medium too",
    "2pac - Tupac Interview lyrics": "\n\n\n\nReporter: \"What can we expect from 2Pac in '92?\"\n2Pac: \"STATIC. It's gon' be static for sure, cuz what the rap audience ain't ready for is a real person, you know what I wanna say... a real N-I-G-G-A, I'm comin' at 'em 100% real, I ain't compromisin' NATHAN, anybody that talk about me got problems, you know what I'm sayin' it's gonna be straight up, like as if I were a street-person, that's how I'm comin' at the whole world, and I'm bein' real about it and I'ma grow with my music, the music I make now- my next album's gonna be better and more slammin', ya know what I'm sayin', but at the same token I'ma be even that more potent next year, and I don't want no garbage, anybody that talk about me, anybody dis Digital Underground, they got problems, cuz we large and we all over the country, anybody dis us they gonna get stomped, that's word is bomb cuz this is money, so anybody try to take away Digital Underground's money as a whole, they got problems, we gon' suffocate 'em.\"",
    "2pac - Tupac Outside Courthouse, N.Y. (Full Interview) lyrics": "[2Pac]: It's hard when they make it bigger than.. you know they making it so big now. Even the charges and what they're saying it's just bigger than who I am now so.\n[Male Interviewer 1]: What do you think they're doing this for?\n[Male Interviewer 2]: You were talking in the elevator what you think they're doing it for, why they're doing this to you.\n[2Pac]: Because I mean the way this country is successful is if we have one set of rules and everybody follows them. If anybody gets outside of that set of rules and they're in the public view like I am, you know it's like detrimental to everybody following the rules if I'm representing like (to what they think is that I represent) lawlessness and the outlaw mentality and I represent that thug mentality from the street. So they feel like if they can punish me then it'll punish people who are not as brave as I am, who don't speak out against things like me. Who not scared to walk the streets with no bodyguards. They need to put me in jail. These other guys they don't have to put in jail because they can arrest them on smaller things. They can't arrest me on no small things. They gotta frame me. They gotta do things like this. They gotta have you know thirty charges and none of them have to do with me, you know what I'm saying? How can you? if you really, while all these cameras here everybody go [?]\nHow am I gonna forcibly do anything to a girl after she did it to me consensually? And that's not something I'm making up. That's what they said. They said that. The girl came to court and said she did this, she did that, she called my hotel, it was good. She said that, not me. Now why am I gonna force her? I mean, this is common sense. But no matter what happens, innocent or guilty, my life is ruined. Because when they, whatever they say in this verdict, y'all are not gon' make it front page news. It won't be big, no matter what. All that you wanna hear is that he's guilty, he's in jail, the reign of terror is over, the outlaw's gone. That's what they wanna do. So I'm starting to think I don't know which story to read. I don't know if this is you know about black and white, and loud and quiet, or is it about me and this girl? 'Cause if it's about me and this girl! C'mon we shouldn't even be here.\n[Male Interviewer]: Coming down the elevator, you complained\u2014\n[Female interviewer]: Why would she make something like that?\n[2Pac]: Why would she make something like that up? Because hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, you know what I'm saying? I'm guilty of a lot of things. I'm guilty probably of being male chauvinist pig. I'm guilty of probably not caring as much as I should. I'm guilty of not spending enough time with people like I should. But I'm not guilty of rape. Just 'cause I don't want be with that girl don't mean that she has the right to say that I did all these things that I didn't do, you know what I'm saying? Just because, I mean of course I can't spend my life with all the girls that I, you know, spend time with. But I'm not married, you know what I'm saying? That's not a crime for me to be promiscuous. It's not a crime for me to be with any girl I wanna be with. It's a crime for that girl to turn that into a rape charge.\n[Female Interviewer]: But don't you think it's the circumstances here that is what we want discussed. She wasn't prepared, she says, for what happened to her and it wasn't supposed to happen.\n[2Pac]: Okay, so if she wasn't prepared for what happened to her, where those people that did this? They were all in the same hotel as me. They were all right in the same room with me. Why am I the only one in court right now? Why is the cameras all on me? And in the report and all these charges, I didn't do nothing. I'm charged with being in concert with some guys. Where they at? Why me? 'Cause I'm 2Pac\u2014\n[Female Interviewer]: Are you angry at them?\n[2Pac]: No, I'm not angry at them. I'm angry at the system. I don't want nobody else to go to jail, you know what I'm saying? But I don't wanna go to jail for something I didn't do, you know what I'm saying? I just don't wanna be the scapegoat. I just wanna be, I wanna be only where I've been practicing my whole life to live my life is to be responsible for what I do. I don't know how to be responsible for what every black male did. I don't know! Yes, I am gonna say that I'm a thug. That's because I came from the gutter and I'm still here! I'm not saying I'm a thug 'cause I wanna rob you and rape people and things. I'm a business man, I mean you know I'm a business man because you find me at my places of business! You don't find me up in..., you know what I'm saying? I don't understand this! I don't understand this! \n\n\n\n[Male Interviewer 1]: You talked about the jury, you talked about the jury and they say, you know, here's a black star here's an actor. What kind of s** was he engaged in? This isn't safe s**. What do you say to that?\n[2Pac]: But it is safe s**. 'Cause at the end of the trial and the transcripts, if y'all dig deeper and be reporters, you'll find out I wore condom, it was her who sodomized me. It wasn't me who went down in the dance club and ate her out. It was her in the dance club who had oral s** with me. She should be charged. Not me! They're makin' like I'm some big gruesome animal, a s** animal, which is\u2014\n[Female Interviewer]: Wait, wait but your charge involves a so-called g**ning then her\u2014\n[2Pac]: No it doesn't, does not but if you listen right in there, none of these charges is g**ning. None of this g**n stuff came out in the trial. She says people was rubbing her a**, grabbing her a**. Where are these people? Where are these people?\n[Female Interviewer]: In charge with sodomy?\n[2Pac]: No, she says it's a attempted sodomy. What is an attempted sodomy? If there was sodomy\u2014\n[Interviewer]: This is the second count. The first count is sodomy\u2014\n[Interviewer Interrupts]\n[2Pac]: Okay, if there was sodomy, why when she went to the doctor wasn't there any forcible entry? Why wasn't her an*l, why wasn't there anything? Why didn't they find any of my s**m on the thing if she's... Why, why? Why wasn't any of my s**m\u2014\n[Male Interviewer 1]: If you wear condom\n[Male interviewer 2]: Because sodomy in some states means oral s**. This is one of the states where it means oral.\n[2Pac]: Why didn't they find the condom?\n[Interviewer]: You just said\u2014\n[2Pac]: UTT-UTT-UTTER. Why they didn't find it?\n[Interviewer]: You said you were wearing a condom.\n[2Pac]: On the night we had consensual s**. Before that! C'mon, follow me, follow me?\n[Male Interviewer 1]: Let me ask you this about the guns?\n[2Pac]: The guns!\n[Male Interviewer 2]: What about the guns getting you in trouble?\n[2Pac]: No, It's not my liking for guns. What about the NRA? We all have the right to bear arms. I have that. I have that same right as you do. Just because I'm a black doesn't mean I shouldn't have a gun. I have a law legally own guns. I legally own guns. Why would I come to New York and be unlawfully owning two guns? Who has two guns? Who carries two unlegal guns? Why? And mind you, a week before I went to jail with the police. C'mon!\n[Interviewer]: What about the jury? You talked with me in the elevator about the jury (yes) and the composition of it. You didn't think they understood you? Tell me about that.\n[2Pac]: I hope they do, Bob. It's hard for me to believe that a jury full of older more middle-cla** women are gonna understand where I'm coming from because y'all barely understand where I'm coming from and y'all cover murders and sh** every day. And y'all treat me like I'm New York's most notorious criminal and y'all know there's people throwing babies out of windows and puttin' em in the incinerator. All I do is make raps. All I do is rap and talk loud. My biggest crime is talking loud, you know what I'm saying? Y'all don't have nothing else besides that.",
    "2pac - Tupac: Resurrection; THUG LIFE lyrics": "When I'm saying Thug, I mean not criminals; someone who beats you up and that\nI mean the underdog, the person that nothing succeeds; he's a thug, because\nHe overcome all obstacles, it doesn't have anything to do with the dictionaries\nVersion of thug, for me thug is my pride, not being someone who goes against the law\nNot being someone to take, but being someone who has nothing, and that he don't have nothing\nAnd there's no home for him to go to, my head is up high, my chest is out, I walk tall, I talk loud\nI'm being strong!\nI don't understand why America doesn't understand Thug Life. America is Thug life. What makes me saying \u2018I don't give a f**' different than Patrick Henry saying \u2018Give me liberty or give me d**h'? What makes my freedom less worth fighting for than Bosnians or whoever they want to fight for this year?\nThey should give money to the ghetto\nI mean I think even gangs can be positive. It just has to be organized\nIt has to steer away from being self-destructive to being self-productive \n\n\n\nI organized the OGs on the East and West Coasts in penitentiaries\nTo come up with codes of ethics for criminals\nIt's called the Code of Thug Life\nIt's a code, putting order to the violence on the streets\nIn Watts, Compton, Chicago, wherever\nPeople all over the country say, \"We go by this code\n\"We're against attacks on people not involved with the street gang, the drug trade or the illegal business at all.\"\n\"All that kidnapping and shooting drive-bys, we against that.\"\nThug Life ain't just a bunch of n***as going crazy\nWe wanna patrol our streets. So all we saying is\nIf every motherf**er out here right now gave up one dollar\nTo this Thug Life fund, the money don't go to me\nIt go to somebody from y'all neighborhood\nAnd we do this sh** every month. I'll bring new rappers\nI'll bring Snoop, whoever y'all want\nI'll go snatch them n***as. For that sh** to happen, we can't have violence\nAnd everybody gotta be down for that sh**",
    "2pac - Tupac's Letter to Chuck D lyrics": "Sept. 25, 1995\nPeace Chuck\nFirst of all, I'm sure u know how highly respected & loved u r by me so your letter definitely warmed my heart. I was also touched by your offer and show of support. It will not go unnoticed. Thankx! It was good 2 hear how well u are doing but hey it's only right. Back in the dayz, on tour with u I learned so much from what u did and how u did it. It may be hard 2 c but u have alwayz played a major role in what it is I do 2day. I have a program I want 2 put together and I would like 4 u 2 be a part of it. I'll explain it 2 u in detail on another occa**ion. I also have a part 4 u in this movie if u R willing and push my luck even more. I would be honored if u would appear on this track 4 my next album \"Euthanasia\". The track is called \"Da Struggle Continuez\". It will also feature Sista Soljah if God wills. So let me know. I just received word that my bail pending appeal has been granted so I should be free by the time u receive this. I'll include a number of my a**istant until I get settled. I just signed 2 d**hrow so I should be working on this album soon. Thanx again Chuck! I do believe we can make a difference and I have every intention of doing just that. STAY STRONG! Keep me in your heart and let'z continue to inspire stiff resistance. I remain \n\n\n\nEternal\n2PAC\nDa Struggle Continuez!\n201 509 [redacted] Yaasmyn Fula\nIt's either 509 [redacted] or [redacted]\nSorry! :)\nReach out 4 me soldier!\nAnd if & when u need me\nCall me\nI'm there!",
    "2pac - Tupac's Letter to Sister Souljah lyrics": "\n\n\n\nSouljah\nEverytime I read your letters it makes me smile, think, laugh, and marvel at how easy it is 4 us 2 relate to one another (and that's no hustle.) It is my wish that when this letter reaches you it finds you and your family in safety and serenity. Now, where do I start? I'm sitting here with a fat stack of letters and through them all I immediately recognize your handwriting and know that you finally written me back and as usual it was worth the wait. This letter is hard to write because I'm editing as I write. I'm preoccupied with having any of my statements misjudged as \"hustling\"! :) First of all, let me answer your questions. #1. No, I don't mind long letters in fact I wish yours were longer and yes I would love to not only hear of your adventures but also share some of my own. Yes, I will write a book. Right now I'm writing 3 screenplays so upon my release I can recoup from my losses. Instead of complaining about bad movie roles or negative stereotypes I'm writing my own visions. As far as the book is concerned, I am working on doing an Autobiography but if it is at all possible I want us to do a book together. That would truly be the \"BOMB\"! Let me just tell you ever since I've read your book it has been going from person to person like a bible. Everybody from male inmates to female inmates have been reading it. I get a sense of pride at being the person to turn them on to your literary talents. Plus, I use your book with the women in my life. I have asked two females to read it and we use each chapter as a door to our own lives. Like the chapter on Nikki is my favorite. I was trying over the past few months to this female in my life why it was so hard 4 me 2 trust her regardless of how sweet and innocent she portrayed herself to be and only after reading that chapter did she finally understand. This is some personal sh** but I feel as though I can trust you so.... Okay there's that chapter where you were contemplating sharing this man with another woman. I'm in that position now. I love one woman (A) because she's dependable, loving, supportive, and she's young and open to me guiding her through this crazy life (Who am I 2 guide?) Anyway woman \"A\" is from the streets and that's all she knows but I can see and feel how much she loves me. Woman \"B\" on the other hand is famous, rich, and able to a**ist me financially, loving, and very s**ual. She's known me since before I got into the business and she's been there from the jump. However, she's bis**ual and so into her career that we don't have much time together. So I'm literally torn between an old friend who went from being of a platonic nature to a potential wife and a new friend who has been there through the whole gunshot/rape/near d**h experience. I have rejected them both but then reconsidered and got 'em both back. They know of the other and I have tried to make it work as a threesome. Not s**ually but commitment wise. Had I not read your book I would have continued living and juggling with all of these other women but between them both I completely satisfied. I've always felt that when I love someone it is so intense that I drive them away but with \"A\" and \"B\" it evens everything out. I can satisfy both of them and not because I'm a \"Supermanlove\" but because I truly love them both and the intensity and pa**ion I feel for them keeps me driven to please them. Can u feel me? It's hard to explain on paper maybe when you visit me I can elaborate which brings me to my next step. Yes I would love 4 u 2 come visit me there isn't a list but there are certain days and times for each inmate. I'll attempt to reach you by phone to make it happen. Now back to me controlling my s**ual desires. Now be honest, as a woman, how could you love a man that couldn't satisfy you? Since men are born totally inept s**ually we only learn how 2 please a woman from pleasing a woman. So as rotten as it seems practice makes perfect. Every woman I have been with has not only taken what I learned from the last woman but taught me and prepared me for the next and since I am not married and yet to find the perfect woman you described I am forever in search of her. I have been with many married women from wives of powerful drug lords to the wives of broke everyday Joes to the wives of quite a few very famous and rich singers/actors and seeing their wives hungry for someone else has shown me that only by being able to completely satisfy a woman in every way, shape, and form can I truly find a happy and trusting faithful relationship. Now to answer your other questions. My health is fine I truly feel blessed that other than mentally I have no scars or lasting problems from my \"ordeal\". I still have the complete use of every nerve, limb, and muscle and more surprisingly I can still make love and have babies after taking a shot to my scrotum! Talk about faith in God! :)! Mentally however the helpless feeling never leaves me. I can't sleep! I wake up sweaty and disorientated when I do doze off and I will never erase the faces of my attackers from my mind. 2 be honest the bullets didn't hurt much not at first but afterwards it was painful. I didn't feel the shots in my head, hand, scrotum but because of all the muscles involved the leg wound was a real b**h! I don't really have any gun phobias meaning if it happened again I would react the same way. The pain came as I lay in the hospital thinking about the fact that some \"Thug\" brothers shot me. Then to hear I was found guilty of something I had not done plus wondering if my family was safe SCARED ME! Even with 5 gunshot wounds my paranoid a** was still sleeping with a 12 gauge and a Glock. I never planned to turn myself in I planned on shooting it out but upon further reflection I realized I owed alot to my people. Although I would have been at peace, the misery of our folks would continue. Besides I'm a Soldier and Soldiers use strategy not emotion no matter how bad the odds!",
    "2pac - U Can Be Touched lyrics": "[Napoleon Talking]\nLife...\nWhat the f**k is life for ni**az like us?\nBeen waking up to another muthaf**kin' day\nI'm the type of soldier,\nA ni**a that seen\nEverything in my muthaf**kin eyes\nI seen my parents get k**ed\nTo my muthaf**kin eyes\nI seen my brother k** his-self in my eyes\nI seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes\nSo I know anybody can be touched\nYou know what I mean?\n[Napoleon]\nOh God forgive me\nSomebody please say a prayer for me\nNeeded my parents\nBut they was never there for me\nBelieve in everything they feed me\nI'm seeing demons\nI wake up screaming\nWho believe me or was I dreaming?\nFive fingers on the .45 chrome\nDead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on\nI ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this\nI'm living blind writing rhymes\nTil they capture this\nAnd if we die let the world understand why\nSoldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry\nThey seeing us inside a casket\nThat's how they see us\nOh God forgive us ghetto ba*tards\nWe human beings\nThey leaving us inside this hell-hole\nJust waiting to fail so they tell us\nThat's what jail for\nAdolescense young teens turned violent\nIt's floating, in a world turned silent\nCause you could be touched\n[Chorus Makaveli]\nYoung ni**az in the wild life\nCriminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life\nThinking he can make his pay\nToo in a rush, ni**az better slow down\nCause you can be touched\nYoung ni**az in the wild life\nCriminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life\nThinking he can make his pay\nToo in a rush, ni**az better slow down\nCause you can be touched\n[E.D.I]\nI live life High Speed\nMoving a million miles per hour\nTowards my destiny\nMaking decesions carelessly\nYeah it's me, yo ni**a man child\nBomb first stand proud\nAin't looking for hand-outs\nTwenty-five years up in this bi**h\nAnd I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich\nAnd leave my kids a grip\nI let my blood drip off in this thug s**t\nYou can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission\nLike right now, 30 dollars to my John Hanco*k\nTry to get mo' so my s**t don't flock\nI lick off shots for everything they owe me\nAnd when it's my time to go\nI pray the Lord hold me\n(U can be touched)\n[Kastro]\nI was born in the city that never sleeps \n\n\n\nSchooled by the realest of the real ni**az\nThat ever breathed\nAnd I was big when I was young\nAnd now I see that I was dumb\nMy ni**a.. Lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years\nFor trusting a friend\nThey left him stuck in the Penn\nI love him, we all here just to die here, plus\nNobody cares what got here\nTouched by a angel and kissed by the Lord\nPraise the thug ways and I'll never be bored\nTouched by a angel and kissed by the Lord\nY'all praise the thug ways\nSo forever it's on.. baby\n[Chorus Makaveli]\nMy Young ni**az in the wild life\nCriminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life\nThinking he can make his pay\nToo in a rush, ni**az better slow down\nCause you can be touched\nYoung ni**az in the wild life\nCriminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life\nThinking he can make his pay\nToo in a rush, ni**az better slow down\nCause you can be touched\n[Young Noble]\nWhy grieve this life\nPlanted by the fiends and pipes\nGreen lights so\nI'm seeing-seeing everything twice\nPretty much of nothing nice\n(naw) we s**ing it up\nEven when we get a job, we f**king it up\nLike it can't happen to us\nI could never be a bum\nYeah right, you wound up one\nGod forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up\nLook and learn\nNext it could be your turn... word\n[Kadafi]\nYes this a felonies' hobby\nThat got me here thinking robbery\nDay to day all year long\nTeflon protects my body\nIt's such unimportant in this criminal cartel\nI'm caught and supporting me\nSo in these streets of hockey\nI play the goalie,\nSecretz to war licks, and score s**t\nShare between clients and homies\nRemember what Patcino told me\nBefore he past\nWatch them clowns with them crocodile smiles\nCause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely\nAnd I'm point like a thong\nAnd it's survive for the strong\nLiving outside the laws of this crooked world\nI was born touched\n[Chorus Makaveli]\nMy Young ni**az in the wild life\nCriminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life\nThinking he can make his pay\nToo in a rush, ni**az better slow down\nCause you can be touched\nYoung ni**az in the wild life\nCriminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life\nThinking he can make his pay\nToo in a rush, ni**az better slow down\nCause you can be touched\n",
    "2pac - U Can be Touched (OG) lyrics": "[Vocal 6.9]\nU can be touched\nU can be touched\nU can be touched\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nOh God, forgive me, mother, please say a prayer for me\nNeeded a father, but he was never there for me\nBelievin' everything they feed me, I'm seein' demons\nI wake up screamin', who'd believe me or was I dreamin'?\nFive fingers on the 45 chrome\nDead aim at my brain, infrared with no lights on\nI ain't afraid to die, want to see what's after this\nI'm livin' blind writin' rhymes 'til they capture this\nIf I die let the world understand why\nSoldier my eyes, hate to see a black man cry\nThey picture me inside a casket that's how they see us\nOh God, forgive us ghetto ba*tards, we human beings\nSeein' us inside this hell-hole\nJust waitin' to fail, so they tell us that's what jail is for\nAdolescent young dream's turned violent\nExplodin' in a world turned silent\nCause you could be touched\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nMy young n***as in the wild life\n(U Can be touched)\nCriminal mind of a juvenile still livin' a child life\n(U Can be touched)\nThinkin' he can make his pay\nToo in a rush, n***as better slow down\n(U Can be touched)\nCause you can be touched\nYoung n***as in the wild life\nCriminal mind of a juvenile livin' a child life\n(U Can be touched)\nThinkin' he can make his pay\nToo in a rush, n***as better slow down\nCause you can be touched\n[Verse 2: E.D.I]\nImagine us up in this game, you's a veteran\nBouncin' up in yo' plush spot watchin' David Letterman\nChillin', clearly made it and it's clearly stated\nBy that 30 yard pool the 5 car's the women and the j**els\nRichness, oozes out yo' paw's\nBut only you and God knows the evil you did to get yours\nCrossed ever n***a that ever trusted you\nJust a scared n***a afraid one day they might bust at you\nLook at you done came so far but did to much\nAnd got to a point in the game where ya a** is stuck\nTouched you because the Don gave the word too\nHe was gonna ran unprepared and got laced on and got murdered\n[Verse 3: Kastro]\nNow I was born in the city that never sleeps\nSchooled by the realest of the real n***as that ever breathed\nInitiated as an Outlaw back in '94\nSnuck in the jaw and ever since I wanted more\nOlder n***as givin' me the game \n\n\n\nNobody's has touch me on everybody's game\nI put my cards on the table\nAnd look through them carefully patiently\nWhile everybody's racin', stay aware cause everyday there's another n***a dead\nAnd this should tell you somethin'\nKnowin' everybody dies (Yeah), sometimes it's just for nothin'\nI know that I could be got but should they shoot me I'm shot\nTouched me, trust me my nuts mean a lot\nU can be touched\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nMy young n***as in the wild life\n(U Can be touched)\nCriminal mind of a juvenile still livin' a child life\n(U Can be touched)\nThinkin' he can make his pay\nToo in a rush, n***as better slow down\n(U Can be touched)\nCause you can be touched\nYoung n***as in the wild life\nCriminal mind of a juvenile still livin' a child life\n(U Can be touched)\nThinkin' he can make his pay\nToo in a rush, n***as better slow down\nCause you can be touched\n[Verse 4: Hussein Fatal]\nHow you gonna live a life when you can't see in front of you?\nI know and still know shorty hard, I'm one of you\nThinkin' that it just can't happen this quick\nCause you run in the town and put that sh** on a brick\nNow don't nobody know you but the cops and robbers\nLeavin' school with problem's, tryna blame it on our father\nBut his place that you livin' in sh**\nStraight knowin' that's the place you gonna die\nProbably why you ain't givin' a sh**\n[Verse 5: Napoleon]\nWhile addicted\nLivin' my life lost and wicked\nn***a forget it\nCause all that clownin' won't prevent this gat from blowin'\nMe and my Outlawz we roam\nShould have thought before you crossed now my big homies knowin'\nAnd that's the wrongest of wrong\nWith the strength of the strong\nf** around with Napo' should have moved out ya' home\nCause n***a I'm knowin'\nWho you f**in' where you goin'\nAnd the way you make your money now your weakness is showin'\nBrother drowned in this world give a damn who she loved\nThat her father won't be here long enough to see how ya' grown\nHe got touched\n[6.9 talking]\n[?] in seven days\nHow in the hell can n***as be so amazin'\nSituations that muthaf**as have to face\nFor instance, the government [?]\nU can be touched\nU can be touched",
    "2pac - U Can Call lyrics": "(feat. Jazze Pha)\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nDear baby you the picture of perfection\nStraight from your million dollar smile\nto my attraction to your complexion\nNo hesitation needed; you got me\ninhalin the aroma of your perfume, and feelin heated\nI move closer to drop the lines of my introduction\nHold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin\nMy lyrics are poetry\nSo baby get a ticket to go with me\nThugged out so you notice me\nIt's a positive attraction; see pictures of us\nlayin bu*t-naked on the beach kickin back relaxin\nAnd only you can calm, the savage beast\nLook in my eyes are you surprised, that it's me?\nI wanna make you mine\nI'm kissin on you tryin to make it different every time (that's right)\nI'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin at the walls\nWithcha number in my hand, wonderin should I even call her tonight\n[Chorus: Jazze Pha]\nAnytime you like, baby you can call me\nNeed a thug up in yo' life, never find nobody like me\nCause I know what you want, and girl you know I got you\nYou got what I need, and shorty it's all on you\nBaby call on me\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\nBeen gettin nuttin but bad news, ever since the day you left me\nI sit and wonder is there a way, you could forget me\nRemember my phone calls, my late visits\nUs havin breakfast in bed, then we straight kick it\nMe and you in satin sheets, 'til after two \n\n\n\nCome take a walk on the wild side, enjoy the view\nWhenever we collide; it's bound to be a pleasurable time\nMakin love 'til the early light\nSweetheart don't fight the feelin\nCome get a shot of this plain dealin and concentrate on the ceiling\nIt's my intention to brush up\nBeware of the fireworks, cause everytime we touch..\n.. it's bound to be, so relax, clown with me\nAs if you're down with me, get around and see\nThe brother with tattoos and no fears\nRunnin my fingers through your hair if you call me\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nPardon me, but let's be specific\nBaby cause if you down with me, n***a we can kick it\nAnd let's take trips and ride airplanes\nA hundred thousand dollar car on dem gold thangs, so can you hang?\nCause we can be real tight (right)\nI got a big suite at the hot', if it feel right\nMy only wish is to be witcha\nYou got me steady strivin to getcha\nFantasizin of friendly pictures\nThe pressure's gettin major\nI wonder will you answer my call, if I page ya\nGot me goin wild with anticipation\nFace to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take\nCause the heartache be heatbreak, is my prediction\nwhen you falsify and start fake, in my position\nI'm a careful man, but a player when I ball\nGot my eyes on you baby, can I call?\n[Chorus - repeat 2X]",
    "2pac - U Deserve lyrics": "Oh, oh, yeah\nOh, oh, oh\nListen to me\n[Chorus:]\nU deserve all the heartache and the pain\n(Yes, you do)\nDon't come crying\nTalking \u2018bout he's playing games\n(No, no, no)\nYou should know\nLife is what you make of it (no, no)\nRegardless (no, no)\nWho he is\nIf you put up with it\nU deserve it\n[Verse 1:]\nWhy you wanna be with him\n\u2018Cause all you ever do is cry\nHe'll tell you that you ain't enough\nHe's tearing you apart inside\nAnd when you need a ear\nI listen to everything you have to say\nI tell you every day to leave\nBut it seems you'd rather stay\n[Hook:]\nAnd girl\nA man could only do what you let him\nAnd girl\nIt don't do you no good to just sweat him\nAnd girl\nYou can't just let him abuse you\nI'll tell you what you should do\nBut if you choose not to\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n[Verse 2:]\nNow that you've a guy who'll kiss\nBut you use him as your strength \n\n\n\nTo get out of a bad situation\nTo get out this relationship\nI promise you he'll never change\nI know you really want him to\nSo all the things he promises\nI hope you don't expect him to\n[Repeat Hook:]\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n[Verse 3: Hussein Fatal]\nPeep the whole scene\nAnd whatever's going on around me\nBurned out\nClutching my pillow\nStuck in the County\nYou hate when I step off with honeys and [?]\nWho saying I want a baby chase\nYou can't relate\nPump your brakes, mami\nPlease\n\u2018Cause you buggin' me out\nAnd treat me worse than them streets\nIt's like thuggin' me out\nBut I could look into your eyes\nAnd see you aching inside\nYou hope I\nDie-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die\nYou deserve\n(And so you deserve)\n[Repeat Chorus:]\nListen to me\nRealize that I can make you see\n[?]\nDo you wanna live a lie\nLa-la-la-la-la-la-la\n(So listen)\n[Repeat Chorus:]",
    "2pac - U Don't Have 2 Worry lyrics": "Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me n***a\nC'mon, get in the car, get in the f**in car man\nYo why you trippin man? get in the f**in car man\nGet in the f**in car.. get in the car\n(heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car\nCause you, you think n***az gon' be blastin at it\nIt ain't even that deep baby)\nYou don't have to worry you can ride with me now\nn***az are quick to scream how they die for me now\nOnly got one click, we outlawz on the row\nFair exchange when we f** them hoes\n[2pac]\nRepetitive blows are thrown, to my foes\nNo love shown get disposed of blasted full blown\nMy unknown tendencies to mash my car\nGetting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump\nWhy n***az run i'm the last one standin the rest die\nVictims of my lethal chrome cannon, westside\nThough it's worldwide no one can deny my views\nTracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew\nFive shots changed my whole life, throats were slit\nn***az die by my orders when i wrote this sh**\nThough we go back like wild knights at latin quarters\nn***az tried to k** me, and i fed they wife and they daughters\nBlazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash\nPa** the fame and let the game go rollin past\nWhy you change, it's a cold world taught me life\nRetaliation proves n***az never caught me right\nSay they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick\nBullsh** n***a cause i'm still f**in yo' b**h\nn***az got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?\nf** with me, all this sh** pay, n***a f** the fame\n[young noble]\nDon't remember \"hit 'em up,\" don't make us do it once.. more\nYo' n***az know, you ain't f**ing with them out..lawz\nWe keep souljas, souljas from compton to brooklyn\nYour the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin\nDon't nobody give a f** cause you done crossed the game\nLost in fame, and you should take, all the blame\nYou made yo' bed n***a lay in it\nScared to come up out that cell n***a stay in it\nIt's not a game only got one click we outlawz from the do'\nDirt stains when i buck on the fo', you kissin the flo'\nWe dirty as the motherf**in streetz of jerz\nWe feed n***az with the words though the heat's preferred\nHolla\n[chorus]\nYou don't have to worry you can ride with me now\nn***az are quick to scream how they die for me now\nOnly got one click, they outlawz on the row\nFair exchange when we f** these hoes, let the punks know\n[napoleon]\n'pac i wish i was in the motherf**in car wit'cha\nI'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of god n***a\n\n\n\nI only got one click, outlawz 'til i'm gone\nHeavy in the game and we coming for they f**in throne\nThe love is gone well it is what it is\nAnd plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne\nYou don't have to worry cause i ride for ya\nLike k said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya\nYou put me in the game and dog i owe it all to ya\nAnd when it get to poppin i'ma f**in ball for ya\nAnd everything i do gon' have your names on it\nI'll never let them forget i put my seeds on it\n[kastro]\nYou gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth\nIn the middle of the desert n***a lace your boots\nAs a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest\nYou studio n***az still remind your vest\nWhy the f** you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth\nIn the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat\nf** a glock nine that sh** is weak on the streets\nAnd if you can't strategize then you just can't eat\nIf your life in another n***a hand, you deaded\nAnd if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it\nAnother fake n***a usin my strengths to get credit\nI mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it\n[chorus]\n[young noble]\nI was born ugly, unlucky and dusty\nBut now i'm a rider, connivin gutsy\nAnd i don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me\nAnd that's how i'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me\nI play for keeps like the og's raised me\nIf i sleep i won't eat, who gonna feed my baby?\nAnd i think i'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner\nI've been drinkin on the daily, i can hardly remember\nI got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me\nI love the lord but the church can't cure me\nI sleep light, i wake peekin out my window\nWith guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow\nAnd that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me\nBut don't twist it cause none of y'all n***az worry me\n[outlawz]\nWhat the f** you didn't know?\nKizza-kastro, young noble with the criminal flow\nYou nervous nelly a** n***as belly up in the river, no dizoubt\nY'all n***az can't fade me with the clippers\nWe put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound\nPenitentiary bound, to remind you\n[kadafi]\nKadafi i bring the lingo to the click\nTasty like a pringle, sneakin through your chimney like kris kringle\nOn some sh**, get me free to let my ice click\nKa-pling, ka-plow, i been a thug shootin slugs since a child\n[chorus]\nLet the punks know (repeat 3x)\n",
    "2pac - U Don't Wanna Battle lyrics": "[Intro]\nYou don't wanna battle (Battle, battle)\nWith me, whoa\nYou don't wanna battle (Battle)\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nYo I can rock it on a slow tip\nDon't flip, cause I can do this\nNo sh**, won't trip, ain't nothin' to this\n2Pacalpyse, now jack you better brace\nCause I'm thumpin' it up and pumpin' it up with hellafied ba**\nIf the comp rolls, throw blows until they back down\nThey sweat, no threat, s**ers I smack down\nNo joke, I smoke any and all punks\nThey step, mic check and then they get done\nWhat's next? I flex and rock the dope TEC's\nGet drunk, then run through crews like group s**\nGet sprung, it's fun, I love to hear the hoe's homeboys\nMake noise from back to front row's\nCause yo, I flow and go continually\n2Pac, non stop rippin' up scenery\nSo now, you know how I be rockin' sh**\nWhen I flow, same hoe with the 2Pacalypse\n[Chorus]\nYou don't wanna battle, down with me\nNobody\n[Verse 2: Ryan D]\nTime to crunch and munch, your p**y a** see I had a hunch\nYou couldn't punch, I eat you for lunch\nAnd go through, your sorry crew, I thought you knew?\nYou punk motherf**er's could never do\nThe things I, The R the Y, the A the N Daz D did b**h, you couldn't ever fade me\nI'm not a s**er, I treat you like a serious trick\nYou little dummy, you need to stop talkin' sh**\nYou got nerve, I give you credit, to think you hang\nBut brother we're not all in the same gang\nThe punks, the s**ers, the phonies, the perpetrators like you\nWould never even fit in a crew\nWithout s**in' a dick, or maybe robbin' a bank\nYou see you don't got talent and your breathe straight stank hoe, Now step in line before I'm mad at you\nYou silly s**er ha, I thought you knew\n[Chorus]\nWho would wanna battle, down with me?\nNobo-dy\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nHit dropper, sh** stopper with the strength to motivate \n\n\n\nGive me a break, and then it's time to illustrate\n2Pac will terminate, cause n***as like to perpetrate\nRhymes I create, yo you best believe they're worth the wait\nSo here I go, I'm about to throw a dope flow\nAnd let them know 2Pac will hit you with a d**h blow\nBut you say no because you wanna battle blow for blow\nI'm nothin' nice and my advise is just to let it go\nI would just battle you but somehow I don't think it's fair\nI'm not an amateur, I'll damage ya and leave you there\nAnyway n***a I'm the one they want to hear from\nf** that p**y sh** that you be boppin' in they eardrum\nCause in the 90's boy, 2Pac is comin' through\nI'm in effect, snappin' necks, I thought you knew\n[Chorus]\nWho would wanna battle, down with me?\nNobo-dy\n[Verse 4: Ryan D]\nYou wanna talk about a battle?\nWell I'mma talk about a ma**acre\nYou soft s**er, I'm tryin' not to laugh at ya\nYou and your posse, just stepped into the circle of d**h\nYou thought I wouldn't but the gauge, was in effect\nI'm not a k**er but I'm not exactly pro-life\nKeep actin' stupid I'mma stab you with my girls knife\nI'm not a coward punk I'll walk into your livin' room\nChange the channel, and make you watch a cartoon\nAnd if you step, I hope you pack a serious nine\nCause if you don't, your sorry a** will be all mine\nCause I'm a warrior, I'll make a fire out of a stick\nLife in the jungle, but never comin' less than thick\nYou sorry maggot, you need to learn a lesson from me\nThe funky brother causin' trouble chief R Y D\nCause I'm no s**er, I'm laughin' at you and your crew\nYou'll never hang 2Pac, I thought you knew\n[Chorus]\nWho would wanna battle, down with me?\nNobo-dy\nWho would wanna battle, down with me?\nNobo-dy\nWho would wanna battle, down with me?\nNobo-dy",
    "2pac - U Don't Wanna Battle (Thought U knew) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac Scarface]\nLadies and gentle men\nRight here on tonight's stage\nWe're gonna have two savage minds\nTwo ruthless battlers\nTwo gruesome souls\nGo live, right here\nIn this corner, MC Ryan D\nAnd up next is 2Pacalypse\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nYo I can rock it on a slow tip\nDon't flip, cause I can do this\nNo sh**, won't trip, ain't nothin' to this\n2Pacalpyse, now jack you better brace\nCause I'm thumpin' it up and pumpin' it up with hellafied ba**\nIf ya comp rolls, throw blows until they back down\nThey sweat, no threat, s**ers I smack down\nNo joke, I smoke any and all punks\nThey step, mic check and then they get done\nWhat's next?, I flex and rock the dope TEC's\nGet drunk, then run through crews like group s**\nGet sprung, it's fun, out to hear the hoes\nHomeboys, make noise from back to front row's\nCause yo, I flow and go continually\n2Pac, non stop rippin' up scenery\nSo now, you know how I be rockin' sh**\nWhen I flow, same hoe with the 2Pacalypse\n[2Pac Scarface]\nOoohh that's very good\nRemember the last to have the challenger from the phone ringing\nEat the package mayn\nAnd I'm Shock G and this [?]\n[Verse 2: Ryan D]\nTwo it's time to crunch and munch, your p**y a** see I had a hunch\nYou couldn't punch, I eat you for lunch\nAnd go through, your sorry crew, I thought you knew?\nYou punk motherf**er's could never do\nThe things I, The R the Y, the A the N, Daz D did b**h, you couldn't ever fade me\nI'm not a s**er, I treat you like a serious trick\nYou little dummy, you need to stop talkin' sh**\nYou got nerve, I give you credit, to think you hang\nBut brother we're not all in the same gang\nThe punks, the s**ers, the phonies, the perpetrators like you\nWould never even fit in a crew\nWithout s**in' a dick, or maybe robbin' a bank\nYou see you don't got talent and your breathe straight stank\nHoe, now step in line before I'm mad at you\nYou silly s**er ha, I thought you knew\n[2Pac Scarface]\nOoohh that was very good\nRyan D, very good\nBut let's give 2Pac a counter attack\n2Pac, step to the stage\nAnd may the best man win\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nHit dropper, sh** stopper with the strength to motivate\nGive me a break, and then it's time to illustrate\n2Pac will terminate, cause n***as like to perpetrate\nRhymes I create, yo you best believe they're worth the wait\nSo here I go, I'm about to throw a dope flow\nAnd let them know 2Pac will hit you with a d**h blow\nBut you say no because you wanna battle blow for blow\nI'm nothin' nice and my advise is just to let it go\nI would just battle you but somehow I don't think it's fair\nI'm not an amateur, I'll damage ya and leave you there\nAnyway n***a I'm the one they want to hear from\nf** that p**y sh** that you be boppin' in they eardrum\nCause in the 90's boy, 2Pac is comin' through\nI'm in effect, snappin' necks, I thought you knew\n[2Pac Scarface]\nVery good, very good \n\n\n\nIt's time for Ryan D\nOnce more to come\nAnd meet 2Pac halfway\nIt's been a gruesome fight\nHere's your last chance\n[Verse 4: Ryan D]\nYou wanna talk about a battle?\nWell I'mma talk about a ma**acre\nYou soft s**er, I'm tryin' not to laugh at ya\nYou and your posse, just stepped into the circle of d**h\nYou thought I wouldn't but the gauge, was in effect\nI'm not a k**er but I'm not exactly pro-life\nKeep actin' stupid I'mma stab you with my girl's knife\nI'm not a coward punk I'll walk into your livin' room\nChange the channel, and make you watch a cartoon\nAnd if you step, I hope you pack a serious nine\nCause if you don't, your sorry a** will be all mine\nCause I'm a warrior, I'll make a fire out of a stick\nLive in the jungle, but never comin' less than thick\nYou sorry maggot, you need to learn a lesson from me\nThe funky brother causin' trouble chief R Y D\nCause I'm no s**er, I'm laughin' at you and your crew\nYou'll never hang 2Pac, I thought you knew\n[2Pac Scarface]\nAww we're havin' a good fight here tonight\nLadies and gentlemen\nRyan D almost got points taken away for a low blow\n2Pac\nStep to the stage\nIt's on\n[Verse 5 : 2Pac]\nShall I say I'm beatable?\nNow out of the silent, I think conceded\nBut what more can I say, I've never been defeated\nBy a half steppin' mutha f**a clutchin' on the microphone\ns**er I'll break ya bones better leave 2Pac alone\nI ain't no trick\nI'll drop you and I'll drop you quick\nIt makes you sick\nBecause your b**h is on my dick\nBut who's to blame, the brotha with the strange name\nI show no shame, cause god gave the me the gift of game\nNow who are you?\nMutha f** you and your crew\nYou think of drive by's, n***a I will drive through\nYou and your crew, you f** around your girl too\nThe b**h is scandalous\nShe's f**in' me and duckin' you\nSo f** unbeatable, dope is what ya need to call it\nIf rap was liquor, I'd be a f**in' alcholic\nThis ain't a threat\nJust showin' em how dope it gets\nWhen s**az sweat\nIt's time to rock the roof, let's jet\nI go for broke\nCause like I said the rhymes are dope\nYou're on the ropes, cause mutha f**a I'm no joke\nIt's like I'm brain-locked, when I hit the tempo\nKick the intro, then it's time to get loc'd\nYa got beef g\nStep up 'fore it get swoll up\nIt's like a hold up\nDrop 'em or get rolled up\nI give a f**\nIt's time to set the record straight\nThis n***a is dope (word)\nWhat more can I say?\n[Ryan D]\nAlright alright man, peace man\nYou got it good [?]\nJust wanna send a shout out to all my homeboys in\nThe J town, my DJ Clark Gable\nEverybody else y'all know you down with the\nDrank avenue posse, don't stop\n[2Pac]\nAyo peace to my homie Treach, Latifah\nThe whole flavor unit posse\nMy girl Yo-Yo, the whole Lench Mob posse\nCrazy shout outs to Ice Cube, Shock G, Money B\nPeace to the jungle\nPeace to my crew\nPeace to my homies\nWe out",
    "2pac - U R Ripping Us Apart - Dead Prez lyrics": "[Talking](sang)\nThis is Dedicated...(Dedicated) to my mama\nPolitical prisoner, so called war on d** (Dedicated)\nHeaded by this U.S. government...[U my worst enemy](Dedicated)\n[I see you]...Uh, I'd ride for you [for pac dogg]\nI'd roll for you, I'd die for you, it's all for you\n(Dedicated) (sang)\nThe circle, can never, be broken, NoOooo (4x)\n(Dedicated to whaaaaat)(4x)\n(talking over singing)\nI'd ride for you, I'd roll for you, I'd die for you, it's all for you\nU R ripping us apart\nsh**'s, dedicated to crack, I dedicate it to that\nUh, Uh... before you came... Never... Never {Echo}[Talking]\nBefore you came, the triangle never broke\n{the triangle never broke}[Word Up]\nWe were melted, and bonded as one (one), ONE (Dedicated)\nBut as the two pushed you away {But as the two pushed you away}\nThe one got weak and embra**ed you {One got weak and embra**ed you}\n[I seen it]And now You R ripping us apart {And now\nyou R ripping us apart} [Ripping us apart] (sang)\n(Dedicated to whaaaat) (2x) Dedicated to what (3x)\n(Dedicated) {Echo}[Talking]\nThe worst feeling, {The worst feeling of helplessness} \n\n\n\nThe greatest pain, has rested in my heart {has rested in my heart}\nThe vision of heaven fades {The vision of heaven fades} (Dedicated)\nAnd the nightmare of loneliness has started {And the\nnightmare of loneliness has started} [You started it, I'ma finish it]\nMy hero has been defeated by you {My hero has been defeated by you}\nAnd now what can I do {And now what can I do} [Whatchew want me to do]\nWatch as you destroy us? {Watch as you destroy us} [Uh-huh, Uh]\nAnd our love is finally through? {And our love is finally through} [No] (sang, repeated over next verse until 2: 38)\nThe circle, can never, be broken, NoOooo\n[Dedicated to what, dedicated to crack]\n{Echo}\nI know the worst is here {I know the worst is here}\nI feel it in my heart {I feel it in my heart}\nU got in the circle {U got in the circle}\nNow you're tearing Us apart! {Now you're tearin Us Apart!} (talking)\nDedicated to what (repeated over and over)\nDedicated to who\nDedicated to Pac\nOpposite of crack, fight back\n(Dedicated)\n(Dedicated to whaaaat)(4x)\n(Dedicated)\n(Dedicated)",
    "2pac - U R Ripping Us Apart !!! (Dedicated 2 Crack) lyrics": "Before u came the triangle never broke\nwe were bonded and melded as one\nBut as the 2 pushed u away\nThe one got weak and embraced u\nand now u R ripping us Apart\nThe worst feeling of helplessness\nThe greatest pain has rested in my heart\nThe vision of heaven fades\nand the nightmare of loneliness has started \n\n\n\nMy Hero has been defeated by you\nand now what can I do\nwatch as u Destroy us\nand our love is finally Through\nI know the worst is Here\nI feel it in my Heart\nu got into the circle\nnow you're tearing us apart !!!!!!!!!!!!!!",
    "2pac - U R Ripping Us Apart!!! lyrics": "[Talking](sang)\nThis is Dedicated...(Dedicated) to my mama\nPolitical prisoner, so called war on d** (Dedicated)\nHeaded by this U.S. government...[U my worst enemy](Dedicated)\n[I see you]...Uh, I'd ride for you [for pac dogg]\nI'd roll for you, I'd die for you, it's all for you\n(Dedicated)\n(sang)\nThe circle, can never, be broken, NoOooo (4x)\n(Dedicated to whaaaaat)(4x)\n(talking over singing)\nI'd ride for you, I'd roll for you, I'd die for you, it's all for you\nU R ripping us apart\nsh**'s, dedicated to crack, I dedicate it to that\nUh, Uh...before you came...Never...Never\n{Echo}[Talking]\nBefore you came, the triangle never broke\n{the triangle never broke}[Word Up]\nWe were melted, and bonded as one (one), ONE (Dedicated)\nBut as the two pushed you away {But as the two pushed you away}\nThe one got weak and embra**ed you {One got weak and embra**ed you}\n[I seen it]\nAnd now You R ripping us apart {And now you R ripping us apart} [Ripping us apart]\n(sang)\n(Dedicated to whaaaat) (2x) Dedicated to what (3x)\n(Dedicated)\n{Echo}[Talking]\nThe worst feeling, {The worst feeling of helplessness} \n\n\n\nThe greatest pain, has rested in my heart {has rested in my heart}\nThe vision of heaven fades {The vision of heaven fades} (Dedicated)\nAnd the nightmare of loneliness has started {And the nightmare of loneliness has started} [You started it, I'ma finish it]\nMy hero has been defeated by you {My hero has been defeated by you}\nAnd now what can I do {And now what can I do} [Whatchew want me to do]\nWatch as you destroy us? {Watch as you destroy us} [Uh-huh, Uh]\nAnd our love is finally through? {And our love is finally through} [No]\n(sang, repeated over next verse until 2:38)\nThe circle, can never, be broken, NoOooo\n[Dedicated to what, dedicated to crack]\n{Echo}\nI know the worst is here {I know the worst is here}\nI feel it in my heart {I feel it in my heart}\nU got in the circle {U got in the circle}\nNow you're tearing Us apart!!! {Now you're tearin Us Apart!!}\n(talking)\nDedicated to what (repeated over and over)\nDedicated to who\nDedicated to Pac\nOpposite of crack, fight back\n(Dedicated)\n(Dedicated to whaaaat)(4x)\n(Dedicated)\n(Dedicated)",
    "2pac - Unborn Letters (Son Rize Remix) lyrics": "To my unborn child\nThis goes out to my unborn child in case I don't make it\nJust remember daddy loves you\nI did everything I could to make away for me and you\nDon't worry about what people say about me\nYou know dady loves you\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nNow ever since my birth\nI've been cursed since I'm born to wild\nIn case I never get to holler at my unborn child\nMany things learned in prison\nBlessed and still living\nTryna earn every penny that I'm getting\nAnd reminiscing\nTo the beginning of my mission\nWhen I was conceived and came to be in this position\nMy momma was a Panther loud\nSingle parent but she proud\nWhen she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd\nWent to school but I dropped out\nAnd left the house\nCause my mama say I'm good for nothing\nSo I'm out\nSince I only got one life to live\nGod forgive me for my sins\nLet me make it and i'll never steal again\nOr deal again\nMy only friend is my misery\nWanting revenge for the agony they did to me\nSee my life ain't promised but it's sure get better\nHope you understand my love letter\nTo my unborn child\n[Hook X2]\nA letter to my unborn child\nOhhhh yeah\n(To my unborn)\nYeaaah\n(To my unborn)\n[Verse Two: Yaki Kadafi *Performed byt Rizz, The Kidz*]\nThere ain't no gaurantee's for tomorrow\nIt's just pain and sorrow\nTo maintain cause these times is hard\nSo I burn and withhold thought's\nTo give you a little wisdom so you don't get caught\nAnd still tried\nIn a cash 22 I use to dash for the cash\nWanting grand's in van's\n22's in my shoe\nAnd a dummy is the fool who forget's the code\nHold the feild steady, keep your eyes on the road\nWhen your seed is grown maybe then you'll understand\nIt ain't living so Thug Life is all that we have \n\n\n\nIf your missing your dad just take a look to the star's\nI'm up above and I'm seeing everything that you are\nAnd the only way to win the race got to get in to it running\nAnd turn the cowards into idiot's for trying to get your hundred's\nSo please don't cry\nOutlawz we never die\nMultiply and keep moving for the revolution\n(To my unborn child)\nKadafi\nP.S\nAyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeyyoooooooooooooooooooo\n[Hook]\nTo my unborn child\nPlease take of all my seed's\nTo my unborn child\nTo my unborn child\nThis letter goes out to\nAny seeds that I might not get to see\nCause of this lifestyle a n***a live\nJust know that your daddy loves you\nGot nothing but love for you\nAnd ll I wanted was for you have a better life than I did\nSo I was out here on a twenty-four hour 365 grind\nWhen you get to be my age you'll understand\nJust know I got love for you\nAnd I'll see you up there ighetto from heaven\nCause there's ghetto heaven gotta be there\n(haha)\nTake care\nRun wild but be smart\nFollow the rules of the game\nI know that sometimes it's confusing\nThe rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day everyday\nWatch out for these snakes and fakes\nFriends comin down the way..\nBe an individual\nWork hard, stay thugging, get your mind staright\nTrust nobody\nMoney over b**hes\nDon't let these n***as run you round\nDon't let no man put his hand's on you\nDon't let no woman use you\nDon't be a trick\nDon't be a playa hater\nAnd don't be a wife beater\nWith all my heart\nYour pop's\n2Pac\n[Rizz, The Kidz]\nI know your hearing this Yak\nWe holding it down for these children man\nWe holding it down for these children man\nHolding it down for these children man",
    "2pac - Unchained lyrics": "Am I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nGet it on, till I die, get it on, till I die\nY\u2019all, y\u2019all remember me\nY\u2019all, y\u2019all remember me\nSold me out, taking change\nTold me your name, we had, all the lanes\nHeld me down\nLast chance fancy pants, oh well\nGotta get ready, want a big payback\nThe payback!\nHey, hey\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nGet it on, till I die, get it on, till I die\nY\u2019all, y\u2019all remember me\nY\u2019all, y\u2019all remember me\nAt the way you\u2019ll die\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nGet it on, till I die, get it on, till I die\nY\u2019all, y\u2019all remember me\nY\u2019all, y\u2019all remember me\nAt the way you\u2019ll die\nOnly wish to breed\nI explode into a million seeds\nYa\u2019ll remember me\nLegendary live eternally\nBury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation\nn***as screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face \u2018em\n\n\n\nTake them to places, stake they face then erase \u2018em and brake \u2018em\nMurder motherf**er\u2019s at a rate and then quicken the pace\nBlast me but never ask me to live a lie\nAm I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nGet it on, till I die, get it on, till I die\nY\u2019all, y\u2019all remember me\nY\u2019all, y\u2019all remember me\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nGet it on, till I die, get it on, till I die\nY\u2019all, y\u2019all remember me\nY\u2019all, y\u2019all remember me\nAt the way you\u2019ll die\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nGet it on, till I die, get it on, till I die\nY\u2019all, y\u2019all remember me\nY\u2019all, y\u2019all remember me\nExpect me like you expect jesus to come back\nExpect me, I\u2019m comin, hahaha",
    "2pac - Unchained (The Payback/Untouchable) lyrics": "[Hook: 2Pac]\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nGet it on, till I die, get it on, till I die\nY'all, y'all remember me\nY'all, y'all remember me\n[Bridge: James Brown]\nSold me out, taking change\nTold me your name, we had, all the lanes\nHeld me down\n[Break: James Remar (Christoph Waltz)]\nLast chance fancy pants\n(Oh, very well)\n[Bridge 2: James Brown]\nGotta get ready, want a big payback\nThe payback!\nHey, hey\n[Hook: 2pac (Jamie Foxx)] x2\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nAm I wrong, cause I wanna get it on, till I die\nGet it on, till I die, get it on, till I die\nY'all, y'all remember me\n(I like the the way you die boy)\n[Verse: 2Pac] \n\n\n\nOnly wish to breed\nI explode into a million seeds\nYa'll remember me\nLegendary live eternally\nBury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation\nn***as screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face \u2018em\nTake them to places, stake they face then erase \u2018em and brake \u2018em\nMurder motherf**er's at a rate and then quicken the pace\nBlast me but never ask me to live a lie\nAm I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die\nNow even if you blind you still see my prophecy\nMy destiny to overthrow those on top of me\nb**h made n***as and that bullsh** you go through\nOutlaws busting busting\nWe untouchable\n[Hook]\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nExpect me n***a like you expect Jesus to come back\nExpect me n***a, I'm coming, hahaha",
    "2pac - Unconditional Love lyrics": "(What y'all want?)\nUnconditional love (no doubt)\nTalking bout the stuff that don't wear off\nIt don't fade\nIt'll last for all these crazy days\nThese crazy nights\nWhether you wrong or you right\nI'm a still love you\nStill feel you\nStill there for you\nNo matter what (hehe)\nYou will always be in my heart\nWith unconditional love\n[Verse 1]\nCome listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings\nAll my peers doing years beyond drug dealing\nHow many caskets can we witness\nBefore we see it's hard to live this life without God, so we must ask forgiveness\nAsk mama why I got this urge to die\nWitness the tears falling free from my eyes, before she could reply\nThough we were born without a silver spoon\nMy broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey)\nOne day I hope to make it, a player in this game\nMama don't cry, long as we try, maybe things change\nPerhaps it's just a fantasy\nA life where we don't need no welfare and share with our whole family\nMaybe it's me that caused it, the fighting and the hurtin'\nIn my room crying cause I didn't want to be a burden\nWatch mama open up her arms to hug me\nAnd I ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love\n[Hook x2]\nIn this game the lesson's in your eyes to see\nThough things change, the future's still inside of me\nWe must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark\nSo you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love\n[Verse 2]\nJust got the message you've been calling all week\nBeen out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak\nBut you know, with you and me it's on G \n\n\n\nWe could never be enemies\nCause you been such a good friend to me\nWhere would I be without my dogs\nNo wonder why when times get hard\nCause it ain't easy being who we are\nDriven by my ambitions, desire higher positions\nSo I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission\nIs to be more than just a rap musician\nThe elevation of today's generation, if could make 'em listen\nPrison ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed\nTime to plan, strategize, my family's gotta eat\nWhen we make something out of nothing\nNo pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good\nIf they could cut out all the busting\nThe liquor and the weed the cussing\nSending love out to my block\nThe struggle never stops (unconditional love)\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nI'll probably never understand ya ways\nWith everyday I swear I hear ya\nTrying to change your ways while getting paid at the same time\nJust had a baby with the same eyes\nSomething inside, please let me die these are strange times\nHow come I never made it\nMaybe it's the way I played it in my heart\nI knew one day I gotta be a star\nMy hopes and all my wishes\nSo many vivid pictures, and all the currency\nI'll never even get to see\nThis fast life soon shatters\nCause after all the lights and screams\nNothing but my dreams matter\nHoping for better days\nMaybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry\nCause everything gonna be alright\nJust lay your head on my shoulder\nDon't worry bout a thing, baby\nGirl I'm a soldier (huh)\nNever treated me bad, no matter who I was\nYou still came with that, unconditional love\n[Hook] - repeat to fade",
    "2pac - Under Pressure lyrics": "Ha ha, under pressure, yeah, bay-bay!\nThe pressure's on, Thug Life\nWhen it's on, it's on\nOne of these days I'll, learn, don't f** with trick-a** n***as\nCause they, turn, into b**h-a** n***as\nI'm sick of bein' stuck in the county jail\nMy n***as clown, bring a pound when they postin' bail\nSmokin' blunts in the driveway, my fo'-five\nScreamin', \"f** the police!\" when we fly away, thug 'til I die\nYou wonder why I'm made this way\nI wasn't, turned out, I was raised this way\nI'm thinkin' these, are the dreams of a young teen\nScheme, to stack cream off of crack fiends\nOne-time can't hold me\nOne of these days, we gotta bust back for the homies\nLocked down in the penitentiary\nI'll, probably lose my mind if the pig sentence me\nI'm, stressed, smokin weed, and nicotine\nBut what a n***a really need, is Thorazine\nRight before I die I'll be cursin the law\nReincarnated b**h, even worse than befo'\nMy fo'-fo' screamin payback\nMy underhanded plan to get them n***as while they laid back\nAnd Big Stretch hit the scene with the mini-14\nServin s**ers like dope fiends, empty the whole thing\nUnder pressure n***a, haha, that's right!\nNever run, throw your gun in the air, oh yeah!\nn***a bust ain't no time to spare\nCause the ruckus motherf**er and we f** sh** up\nAnd with the stainless steel ribbon boy we cuttin' sh** up\nFlash then blast a n***a with the quickness\nco*k the four pound motherf**er when I spit this and rip this\nDamn, my mind is in the depths of hell\nBut when I'm walking on the street kid my name rings bells\nAnd I never fell, n***a I stand too tall\nI'm just a thug motherf**er who was born to brawl\nGivin' my all, so n***as wanna bring it to me\nSo I'mma sell my c**aine, and lay they a** down G\nUhh, under pressure\nYeah, look here though\nRunnin' wild, I never smiled as a juvenile\nEven now I keep a frown when I come around\nDon't ask me 'bout the past, it was all bad\nShots blasted, will I last in the wrong path\nIn the dark is where my heart saw the most grief\nMotherf**ers is gettin' shanked over gold teeth\nAm I sick, cause I'm addicted to gettin' splifted\nWatchin' stupid-a** tricks get lifted\nNothing's changed, 'cause in the game it's a steady aim \n\n\n\nf** friends cause in the danger them n***as change\nPuff weed, and stuff G's in my sock G\nCar keys and Hennessy, where the Glock be?\nTime's pa**in', will I last here another day\nI put my gun away, and grab my AK\nIt's gettin' hectic, I can't call it\nHouse full of alcoholics, now a n***a's under pressure\nYeah, that's right\nUnder pressure n***a, a n***a's under pressure, yeah!\nWhen the pressure's on, it's a hit\nSki mask, extra gats, bring the clips\nDon't nobody move when we walk the streets\nThey stay silent, cause talk is cheap\nWhen the pressure's on, it's a hit\nSki mask, extra gats, bring the clips\nDon't nobody move when we walk the streets\nThey stay silent, cause talk is cheap\nWhen the pressure's on, it's a hit\nSki mask, extra gats, bring the clips\nDon't nobody move when we walk the streets\nThey stay silent, cause talk is cheap\nWhen the pressure's on, it's a hit\nSki mask, extra gats, bring the clips\nDon't nobody move when we walk the streets\nThey stay silent, cause talk is cheap\nWhen the pressure's on, it's a hit\nSki mask, extra gats, bring the clips\nDon't nobody move when we walk the streets\nThey stay silent, cause talk is cheap\nWhen the pressure's on, it's a hit\nSki mask, extra gats, bring the clips\nDon't nobody move when we walk the streets\nThey stay silent, cause talk is cheap\nWhen the pressure's on, it's a hit\nSki mask, extra gats, bring the clips\nDon't nobody move when we walk the streets\nThey stay silent, cause talk is cheap\nWhen the pressure's on, it's a hit\nSki mask, extra gats, bring the clips\nDon't nobody move when we walk the streets\nThey stay silent, cause talk is cheap\nWhen the pressure's on, it's a hit\nSki mask, extra gats, bring the clips\nDon't nobody move when we walk the streets\nThey stay silent, cause talk is cheap\nWhen the pressure's on, it's a hit\nSki mask, extra gats, bring the clips\nDon't nobody move when we walk the streets\nThey stay silent, cause talk is cheap\nWhen the pressure's on, it's a hit\nSki mask, extra gats, bring the clips\nDon't nobody move when we walk the streets\nThey stay silent, cause talk is cheap",
    "2pac - Under Pressure ft. 2Pac lyrics": "f** a b**h I ain't celibate, try to get rich\nTypa sh** I'll settle with fa the better end\nGod bless em\nPapa, Blood Vessels\n38 Special. Let the karma come and guess you\nWhats pressure?\nTrigger finger no stressing\nMurders every day, bodies piling to a cesspool\nWhy flex when We feeling like the next due. All my life, been ready if you ever knew \n\n\n\nPacing fa the top from the bottom where they can't go\nFormulate a plot foreign way\nEliminate the norm\nDon't bite, all along set it straight for em\nWhen the pressures on its a hit\nWeed bag, extra cash, bring the b**hes\nErr body choose, when we down them drinks. We stay wildin, cuz talk is cheap",
    "2pac - Under the Skies Above lyrics": "My child is out there somewhere\nunder the skies above\nwaiting anxiously for you and me\nto bless it with our love\nA part of me a part of you\nand a part of this love we share\nwill protect my unborn child\nwho lives dormant out there somewhere\nSometimes in my dreams \n\n\n\nI imagine what it would be like\nHow could I properly guide him\nwhen even I don't know what's right\nWhether he is born in wealth or poverty\nthere will be no deficiency in love\nI welcome this gift of life\ngiven from God under the skies above",
    "2pac - Under the Skies Above: After the Miscarriage lyrics": "My child is out there somewhere\nunder the skies above\nwaiting anxiously 4 u and me\n2 bless it with our love\nA part of me a part of u\nand a part of this love we share\nwill protect my unborn child\nwho lives dormant out there somewhere\nSometimes in my dreams \n\n\n\nI imagine what it would be like\nHow could I properly guide him\nwhen even I don't know what's right\nWhether he is born in wealth or poverty\nthere will be no deficiency in love\nI welcome this gift of life\ngiven from GOD under the skies above",
    "2pac - Unheard Audio 2Pac & Jim Belushi Interview On The Set Of 'Gang Related' 8 27 96 lyrics": "[Jim]: Well you don't know everything\n[Interviewer]: Yes\n[Jim]: Too bad, you don't even know what I give ya\nget problems in relationship with this control issue\n[Female Interviewer]: Not lately\n[Jim]: Not lately, well you're not in one\n[Female Interviewer]: No I'm in one\n[Jim]: And?\n[Female Interviewer]: It's fine thanks.\n[Jim]: It's going good,\n[Female Interviewer]: And you?\n[Jim]: Oh that was good. Good transition like I fell for that. She's really good and how long you've been doing this?\n[Female Interviewer]: Long enough\n[Jim]: A long enough?, evasive answer. Good I'm gonna learn from you.\n[Female Interviewer]: What about you?, how long you been doing this\n[Jim]: 20 years\nany way\n[Female interviewer]: Okay, okay\n[Jim]: Get back on track here\n[Female Interviewer]: Alright\n[Jim]: Did television series, doing animated The Blues Brothers Series\ngotta movie called Jingle All the Way coming out with Arnold Schwarzenneger, where I played Santa Claus\nvery funny coming out in November out here\nthere another movie from this company called Retroactive\njust kinda recite fire action movie, very funny, very funny role, very serious, funny, crazy, action, unusual piece I really like it\nI did a little thing with [?] called hurl of Walterwood\nI did little part in the movie called Gold in the Streets\n[?]\nand doing this and The Blues Brothers Animation\nand the TV series\n[Male Interviewer]: How is it to feel to be..\n[Jim]: How is it to be a king?\n[Interviewer]: [?]\n[Jim]: IT FEELS GREAT\nwe just open up the Atlanta house of blues\nso don't push me cause I'm close to the edge\n[2Pac]: Close to the\n[Jim]: I'm just tryin to get some head\n[2Pac]: Do you want me to sing it to you all?\n[Female Interviewer]: Yeah\n[Jim]: Oh yeah man I told you I was there tonight\nwatch this control free\n[2Pac]: Oh no\n[Female Interviewer]: So [?]\n[2Pac]: Tupac Shakur\n[Female Interviewer]: [?]\n[2Pac]: Tupac Shakur\n[Male Interviewer]: I'm glad you're here\n[2Pac]: Tupac, how you doing\n[Male Interviewer]:Nice to meet you\n[Jim]: Oh we're don't stand up cause she's from the [?]\n[Female Interviewer]: Hey thanks ahaha\n[2Pac]: [?] this jerk\n[2Pac]: Alright and then\n[Female Interviewer]: So what's being like working with you and Jim?\n[2Pac]: One day you guys are gonna come out with an original question\n[Female Interviewer]: It's not gonna be today\n[Jim]: Is that the first, second or third?\n[2Pac]: Yeah that's the first,\n*Jim laughing*\n[2Pac]: There has to be deeper question than \"what is it like working with Jim..\"\nit's great, it's great but I could never tell you what is like\nI mean it's like when you ask people those questions as a relates to what?, what if you don't have no friends,you don't know what is like what if you never a done a movie so you don't how sh**ty your cost art work could be, so you don't know how nice it is to work with somebody who gives a f**\n[Jim]: Wait but I can answer that, I know how sh**ty it is\n*2Pac laughs*\n[Jim]: Let me tell you in comparison these great\n[Female Interviewer]: In comparison to?\n[Jim]: To, I'm not gonna see one who ain't\n[2Pac]: Citizen\n[?]\n[Jim]: You work for gossip comic or you a journalist\n[Female Interviewer]: I'm a journalist\n[Jim]: Okay..., names names, what's names\nI feel like I'm in jail I gotta turn to my friends\n[2Pac]: It's great, it's not like..\n[Jim]: Stay on your immoral\n[2Pac]: Uha\n[2Pac]: It's not like.. it's like a regular friend not soundin corny\nlike we're for real close friends\nbut it's not like a regular relationship in the movies\nwhere it's based on the movie\nit's based on really, like I have a job to do, you have a job to do, what can I do to make your job better?, and what can I do to make your job better\nI never had a co-star that really gave a f**\nwhat did it takes to get me to do my job\nand that's all I ever wanted\nlong as you can take away these small things\nthat you might able to handle that I can't handle\nbut there major things that I can't handle that some people can handle\nI take care of the major things, you handle this little things that I just got..\nI got like [?] that I can't get to a movie without\nso he is been able to like to erase those hurdles so it makes it easy and that's a first\nso now when I go to another set I can go\nhere's Jim's number call him find out what Jammy do\n*Jim and 2pac laughing*\n[Jim]: For me what he does is\nin the scene, he's so.. Tupac is so present\nand so alive with energy and music, that is like a joy\nyou don't know just makes it just like eating a great pasta\n*2Pac laughing*\nit's just a joy, but he is a liar\n[2Pac]: Oh yes\n[Jim]: He lies the whole time, I'm tired, I'm an empty, I got nothing left, camera [?] goes action, and he's like {snapping fingers}\n[2Pac]: You know they got Tim Robbins on Tv just like boosting you up to make money, and he's like one of those confidents guys\nlike on TV late capable, as this guy as this guy\nI gotta shovel in my throat, we been doing this for 13 hours\nI'm totally tired, he'll tell you a dirty joke that is just brings energy to the scene, you know that whats tired\nhe 's not like.. he's not does he like acting tricks that get you ready\nhe just does normal people things like you know in the middle of the nights he's telling you dirty jokes that you only hear in college\nyou know what I mean?\n[Jim]: [?]\n[2Pac]: Not now\n[Jim]: Okay I heard rumor last night\n[2Pac]: Not in front of them, come on, don't it!\n[Jim]: Alright I can't do it,\n[2Pac]: You don't wanna be known in.., come on\n[Jim]: Alright alright around the world\n[2Pac]: Eurorussia is the dirty old america man\nis the dirty american\n[Jim]: I'm only gonna be known for autoshade man\n*2Pac laughs*\n[Jim]: Today he used the skinny guy, he's doing the driving chasing, I'm running down the street chasing the bad guy\n[2Pac]: We gotta get that, you know\n[Jim]: We gotta do a scene in there about that\nabout \"hey man I'm tired of chasing that b**h f**ing guy\"\n[Male Interviewer]: f**in' bullsh** I have distributed present that I have there\n[Jim]:At least he settle or stupid\n[2Pac]: I give him the credit\n[Jim]:Okay\nwe gon' on the second answer\n[Male Interviewer]:For new years, which is the decisions you gonna make in new years about fitness we a**ume?, why would you gonna change [?]?\n[Jim]:Where is \"dead\" where is \"dead\"?\n[2Pac]: More pasta, and I'm starting doing like 300 push ups a day\nstarts January 1st\n[Female Interviewer]: How many do you do now?\n[2Pac]: I could do 300 at day like one day\nbut then in the next day I'm not interested in doing another 300\nI fell like, well that's good for 3 days you know what I mean\nI had to get to the average just doing this\nI really wanna push for the next generation of actors, people, rappers, entertainers whatever\nwe need to be more physical fit\nnot slim, not buff, just physically fit\nwith ever you have exercise it, so that you can use it\n[Jim]: And also we're both you know\nwe're real conscious that way because our instrument is us\n[2Pac]: Us, yeah!\n[Jim]: And you had to take care your buddy\n[2Pac]: And you can use it\nyou could be fit in look and act tired\nbut you can't be tired and act fit\nlike I said I'm not on the kick let's be skinny, let's be fit\nright now I can outrun everybody at this table\n[Jim]: For 50 yards\n[2Pac]: Yeah\nnow Marathon\nI never knew what the hell they were doing in marathon anyway\nthe thing went in the Olympics when they gon' gang in times[?], what the hell is that for?\nthese guys is straight gay, get out of here\n[2Pac]: I won't run 50, it's a cop every 50 yards\n[Jim]: See that's all I g, gonna worry do 50 yards, seek that sh** out right?\n[2Pac]: sprints\n[Female Interviewer]: What you getting off acting if you don't get out of music?\n[2Pac]: Orgasms\n[2Pac]: Nah I get\n[Jim]: I thought musicians gonna lay much more than they really\n[2Pac]: They do, they do, they really do\nbut I get another sense of, just like asking a woman what do you get out off motherhood but you don't get out off your career you know what I mean\nso another satisfaction, it's a whole another joy\nit's similar, because it's both creative, but it's fun, you do the same thing, at the high school thing\n[Jim]:went to the other night man\noh yah that's true cause I gotta banned\n[2Pac]: So what you sayin'?\n[Jim]: I'm catching [?]\n[2Pac]: One night he's at the house of blues, in the morning he's back on the set, you know one night I'm doing a video\nin the morning, we're on the set\n[Jim]: We happened to be very fortunate people\n[2Pac]: Rock and roll stars\n[Jim]: Rock and roll stars with actors\n[2Pac]: And actors\n[Female Interviewer]: How do you prevent the faith got you in?\n[2Pac]: How do I prevent it?, to be perfectly honest;\nI'm [?] conceded\n[Jim]: I don't, I don't, I'm let it go\n[2Pac]: But how the world prevent it, is by put me in jail for crime I didn't commit last year that kinda humbles you out\nbut now that I'm out and free, it keeps me humble, it keeps my feelings [?]ground\n[Female Interviewer]: What's the greatest misconception of value?\n[2Pac]: It's so many, I'd have it here to misconception and then I break it down there's a lot though, but that I'm on sided that's the biggest when I'm within cause I'm one sided\nall of us is a human beings is having dominant and a quiet side\nI happened to be a Gemini\n[Jim]: You too?\n[2Pac]: Yeah\n[Jim]: Yeah\n[2Pac]: Gemini AND I'm young AND I'm black AND I'm from the hood\nso it's just got all this different [?]\nbut I'm an artist, and I'm hungry for knowledge\nso there is no pigeon hole for [?] to put me\nso they'd rather just make it looked like I'm crazy\nthat's the biggest misconception\n[Female Interviewer]: Where you live now?\n[2Pac]: Where would I live?\n[Interviewer]: Yes\n[2Pac]: Um, like what country, or a state?, what's the street?\n[Female Interviewer]: [?]\n[2Pac]: Los Angeles, gotta big house in Los Angeles\n[Male Interviewer]: The name Tupac, why did you said your real name or...\n[2Pac]: That's my real name, there's nothing artificial about\n[Male Interviewer]: Do you know another Tupac famous ?\n[2Pac]: There's a gentleman by the name of Tupac Amaru who is a freedom fighter, warrior similar to myself.\n[Jim]: *laughs*\n[2Pac]: Achieved leader, and he was for his people. The British told him you know, give in, throw your guns down, throw your stuff down, threw everything down. He went in to talk and negotiate for peace, because the Peruvians were beating they a** so he went and negotiate for peace, so he walks into the palace. They cut off his head, cut off his arms, cut off his legs, tie him to a stake and put him in front of his people like \u2018see'\u2026so that always taught me about giving up. People ask me name means, I don't tell them like T\u00fapac Amaru but I just say it means determine. Because I'm determine to never ever negotiate again. We are in a midst of war nobody wants me to live longer then\u2026nobody's gonna give me the breath out their mouth for me live longer. So therefore I'm no giving anybody the breath out my mouth for them to live longer. \n\n\n\nI just breathe deeply and go through life by myself without bothering anybody without pushing anybody else over. But on the same token nobody ever remove me from where I'm standing.\n[Jim]: I like that man\n[2Pac]: You like that?\n[Jim]: That was good man\u2026\n[2Pac]: Now you gotta come up with something slick and mix it and have a better line.\n[Jim]: Air pollutions about eating.\n[2Pac]: *laughs*\n[Jim]: We have restaurants..\n[2Pac]: Caf\u00e9's\n[Jim]: Caf\u00e9's, cheeseburgers cheeseburger places.\n[2Pac]: *Continues laughing* cheeseburgers cheeseburgers!?\n[Jim]: It's about getting up for work before 1 o'clock in the morning, driving home late and the big danger was, honestly\u2026\n[2Pac]: Sipping that diner remember you told me that story?\n[Jim]: Sipping that diner, I was still walking\u2026.\n[Female Interviewer]: This is Manuel guys.\n[Male Interviewer]: I'm late guys.\n[Jim]: Emanuel you missed it.\n[2Pac]: oh you missed everything\u2026oh you missed oh just finished telling the whole meaning of life. Everything. So you were getting drunk and eating bread somewhere huh?\n[Jim]: Haha!\n[Female interviewer 1]: We were just talking about food.\n[Female interviewer 2]:Um, what's the biggest myth about fame?\n[2Pac]: About fame? That all actors wanna be famous. People go \u201cwell you're an actor? You're suppose to want this\u201d and like, people are supposed to come up to you and tear all your clothes off, \u201cQuit complaining, you're an actor, you're supposed to want this, you're famous.\u201d No our job is you getting this j**el. Our job is to only\u2026I mix it up a little bit, but our job is to come to work, give you the best job we can give you. And then move away from the picture. We're not supposed to s** your dick while you watch the movie or put my finger in your a** while you're watching the movie or play my record and I'm fingering\u2026 you know. It only you buy that sh** and that's it.\n[Jim]: At the back of a CD or kicking back at a movie theatre it explains what the contract is with the public. And the contract is to give your best for your performance. You don't owe them anything else.\n[Female Interview]; [Inaudible question about possible involvement with movie soundtrack]\n[2Pac]: oh but of course. you will never see me in anymore movies where I'm not directly involved in the soundtrack of the movie. I looked up power in the dictionary I try to be down with that. Just like we need to have a premier at the House of Blues.\n[Jim]: We will, oh absolutely.\n[2Pac]: We gotta have a big premier at the house of blue.\n[Jim]: Oh absolutely man.\n[2Pac]: Where we do our big debut. Where we do our song.\n[Jim]: Yeah where we do one at the stage! Yeah!\n[2Pac]: and sing Fly me to the moon.\n[Jim]: *singing* Fly me to the moon sing upon the stars.\n[Male Interviewer]: And how do you feel about working with more veterans. Did you learn something from Jim?\n[2Pac]: Everyday that's the good part. I done a movie with a lot of guys my age, just recently I done a movie with Tim Roth, I learnt a lot of thing about the craft and about acting and about responsibilities. Doing this movie with Jim I learnt a lot of things about life in general like fatherhood and he comes in with facts about little things from nowhere. Like \u2018In 1965 this guy did a great song' and tell me that. I gotta go out and get the song now and find out who sung it.\n[Jim]: and then we steal it\n[2Pac]: and then we steal it. And the next day it's the song you know.\n[Jim]: it's a high burglary\n[2Pac]: we totally like separate spectrums but similar both of us are down to earth. Known for being down to earth.\n[Jim]: we're artists,\n[2Pac]: we're artists. We bring freshness\n[Jim]: we bring comedy\n[2Pac]:we bring freshness to it out there.\n[Jim]: we love the street, I mean I love the street. I love being on the street.\n[Male Interviewer]: *asks question about downtown LA*\n[Jim]: Well coming from driving in limousine and going to premiers and helicoptering to resorts and you know, the girls and all the fun we have, which is a little step down from being in downtown LA. But it's part of the craft, but we will make that sacrifice.\n[2Pac]: Yeah sacrifice.\n[Jim]: Yeah you gotta make sacrifices.\n[Female Interviewer]: You think your audience will change because I mean with the audience or there's still safety within the message of the content stuff?\n[2Pac]: I think that unless every kid in the world bought my album, my five million six million sales represent that its not just kids that are my audience its not just little black kids in the ghetto or suburban white kids that want to be black, its America. I could step outside and you will see America knows me, not just American kids, all of America.\n[Female Interviewer]: Swedish kids, Swedish kids too.\n[2Pac]: Right, no doubt. Oh I love Swedish girls, hey y'all get me [and] hook up a concert for me. I could come out there, you don't even have to pay me to do a show.\n[Female Interviewer]: Have you been to Sweden?\n[2Pac]: No but I've been in Sweden a little bit you know what I mean[laughs].\n[Jim]: [laughs]\n[2Pac]: I don't even know I wanna take this\u2026\n[Jim]: I got a taste of Sweden more like it to put it.\n[2Pac]: [laughs]\n[Female Interviewer]: You had a Swedish girl?\n[Jim]: Oh it was guy what do you think?\n[Both Jim and 2Pac laughs]\n[Female Interviewer]: I don't know I didn't hear it.\n[2Pac]: I did, I liked it out there\n[Jim]: oh it's warmer.\n[Female Interviewer 2]: Have you been to Australia?\n[2Pac]: No, I wanna go there too.\n[Female Interviewer 2]: Any plans to tour?\n[2Pac]: Our plan is as soon as they offer the money. I'd be out there.\n[Female Interviewer 1]: But at Sweden you will tour for free?\n[2Pac]: Now for Sweden you gotta action . I'm for free.\nBrazil, woah, I just do a promo tour out there. Me and Jim just boost up the movie out there. You pay for the hotel, get me actions at the bar, we're in there\n[Jim]: we're in there\n[2Pac]: You know how big this movie could be in Sweden?\n[Male Interviewer]: What was the most challenging aspect of the movie?\n[Jim]: Two more questions guys.\n[2Pac]: The most challenging?\n[Male Interviewer]: So far yeah.\n[2Pac]: Everyday getting to the spot.\n[Male Interviewer]: to a specific scene that's really tough?\n[2Pac]: Its not like that, its every single day we have to get to these intense spots that we left the day before because this whole movie is intense. It's not like you could just walk away and have your regular life and come back to that same intensity\u2026that to me is the hardest part. The hell we left off from last night.\n[Jim]: Yeah, we have to go some really deep places. Really hard places emotionally and It's hard to let go of it you know.\n[Male Interviewer]; [Inaudible Question]\n[Jim]: Oh there is betrayal going on here, murder going on here\u2026\n[2Pac]: Deceit\u2026\n[Jim]: There is deceit.\n[2Pac]: Nice\u2026con games that you take home with you. I do.\n[Jim]: Yeah\n[Male Interviewer]: Does that oblige your own dark clouds?\n[Jim]: What's that?\n[Male Interviewer]: Does that oblige you in a way to face your own self?\n[Jim]: Well not only its facing as much as...for me it's going to it, I mean everybody you got to look to your deceit, and it's something you really wanna do, you kinda worked on that. Now I'm a very honest man, I'm very straight forward. Its taking me years to get rid of the bullsh** I believe about myself. And then when you play a character that believes his own bullsh**, who is deceitful, lies to himself about being deceitful, you gotta go to that place in you. So you gotta bring it out of ya. You don't wanna stay there too long. You wanna put it back\n[2Pac]: But make no mistake, the darkness dwells in every man and no one knows how to reach any faster than the next man. Some of us are just comfortable being honest about saying this is my dark side. The other ones of us put on masks or white sheets or suits or uniforms and exhibit their darkness behind closed doors.\n[Jim]: Yeah, well what we do is go to it.\n[2Pac]: Yeah\n[Jim]: And we go to it here.\n[2Pac]: Yeah and show it to you.\n[Jim]: But its fun because you don't do it alone. If he's going there I'm going there.\n[2Pac]: And we both look like \u2018Hey, you're pretty dark'\n[Jim]: What are you talking there? What are you talking there?\n[2Pac]: *laughs*\n[Jim]: Even the theme of the movie we keep a sense of humor about it.\n[2Pac]: Gotta keep a sense of humor.\n[Female Interviewer]: Is there anything about your experience in jail that you could turn into a positive? As in then inspire you when running your next\u2026\n[2Pac]: whoa great question. In jail I was faced with doing bankruptcy. I was just about to do it. A friend of mine said don't do it, it will mess up your credit. Go to the bottom, don't be scared to go all the way to the bottom, don't be a punk. Fight it out, I fought it out, came out contract in shambles\u2026everything in shambles. Virtually no movie career nobody would touch with a fifty foot pole. And the rap world I mean, a rape charge or any of that bullsh** will destroy you. Me knowing I didn't do it. I kept my faith, I didn't blow my brains out with a shotgun. And dropout, can none touch me, I feel like God himself got his hands on me. The only people that sold more records than me with a double album is The Beatles. And you know, I don't wanna sell more records than The Beatles. Then I wanna k** myself.\n[Jim]: *Laughs*\n[2Pac]: I had the most expensive album on the chart this year. But I sold more albums than anybody. nobody can beat me at that. My sh** is a million dollar dream that I'm a push\u2026its everything. Its not stopping, nothing can touch me now.\n[Jim]: and once you hit that bottom you're free.\n[2Pac]: Where can you go?\n[Jim]: You're free.\n[2Pac]: You're shot, you go to jail. What can touch me? What actor can give you more truth than me right now? That's how I feel so, that's the positive.\n[Jim]: We really appreciate you coming for lunch. Very kind of you to come and visit us.\n[2Pac]: Try not to eat all the food, and drink all the stuff okay. I'm checking all bags before you leave. I know how pretty it is to see you. Everybody take your own tape recorder home.\n[Jim]:Take care of yourselves.",
    "2pac - Unnamed lyrics": "The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice \n\n\n\nThe darker the flesh, the deeper the roots",
    "2pac - Unstoppable lyrics": "[Hook]\nUnstoppable\nI know that you want me to fail\nBut no I won't\nI'll keep fighting until the day I'm in a box\nUntil I sit in Heaven I will never stop\nI will never stop\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nAfter the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there's pain\nEven though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin' again\n'Til I make it, yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz\nSimilar to n***as too scary, get too near me, we rushin'\nVisions of over-packed prisons, visions of n***as thug livin'\nPressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us\nThey pull the heat out, ammunition in crates\nPsssh! Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place\nThey got me fiendin' for currency, the money be callin'\nIt's like I'm - dreamin', seein' scenes of me ballin'\nParticipated in felonious behavior\nco*k the co*ked 45, snatchin' n***as pagers\nLabeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit\nWe started out drinkin' 40's, moved to harder sh**\nGod damn, now I'm a grown man, I follow no man\nn***a got my own plan\n[Hook]\nI am unstoppable\nI know that you want me to fail\nBut no I won't\nI'll keep fighting until the day I'm in a box\nUntil I sit in Heaven I will never stop\nI will never stop\n[Verse 2: 50 Cent]\nI got a handgun habit, n***a front I'll let you have it\nWhen the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it\nI'm allergic to the feathers on these bird-a** n***as\nFront and I'll put your brains on that curb fast n***a\nI ain't a marksman, one spark and I spray sh**\nNuff rounds from that H-K, I don't play b**h\nMove like I'm militant, back on that gorilla sh**\nMoody, disrespectful, unruly, but n***as can't move me\nI squeeze till I run out of ammo, if it's a problem it's handled \n\n\n\nI have your people pourin' our liquor and lightin' candles\nYou f** around I blow your brains on my New York Times\nRun home, turn to the sports section and read your mind\nIt's crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust\nFirst there's crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse\nWe don't go to funerals, but we'll go to your wake fam\nDo your body all banged up, (inaudible) you made a mistake man\n[Hook]\nI am unstoppable\nI know that you want me to fail\nBut no I won't\nI'll keep fighting until the day I'm in a box\nUntil I sit in Heaven I will never stop\nI will never stop\n[Interlude]\n[Verse 3: Eminem]\nThere's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice\nCause that's sort of unique cause you know it's me\nMy poetry's deep, and I'm Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat\nYou can't sit still, it's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep\nI'm strapped, it's known any minute I could snap\nI'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped\nI bully these rappers so bad lyrically\nIt ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money\nYou can't pay me enough for you to play me\nIt's co*kamanie you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady\nMy noodle is co*k-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo\nI got screws loose, yea the whole kit and caboodle, I'm just brutal\nIt's no rumor, I'm numero uno, a**ume it\nThere's no humor in it no more, you know\nI'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag\nYou need a f*g to come and tear a new hole in my a**\n[Hook]\nI am unstoppable\nI know that you want me to fail\nBut no I won't\nI'll keep fighting until the day I'm in a box\nUntil I sit in Heaven I will never stop\nI will never stop",
    "2pac - Until The End Of Time lyrics": "Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side\nSome where inside my childhood witnessed my heart die\nAnd even though we both came from the same places\nThe money and the fame made us all change places\nHow could it be through the misery\nThat can't get past the hard times\nMade a true friend afraid to ask, for currency\nBut you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave\nI just needed someone to believe in, as you can see\nIt's a small thang through and true\nWhat could I do? Real homies help ya get through,\nAnd coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could\n'cause in the hood true homies make you feel good\nAnd happy times we be acting up call tha cops\nBringing the cease to tha peace that was on my block\nIt never stop, when my mama ask me will I change\nI tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha same\nUntil the end of time\nSo take, these broken wings\nUse your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly away, until the end of time\nUntil the end of time, until the end of time\nPlease Lord forgive me for my life of sin\nMy hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids\nSo you know I don't hang around tha house much\nDiss all night money making got me outta touch, sh**\nAin't flashed a smile in a long while\nAn unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs\nMy attitude got me walking solo\nRide out alone in my low-low\nWatching the whole world move in slow-mo\nFor quiet times disappear to the ocean\nSmoking Ports think my thoughts\nThen it's back to coasting\nWho can I trust in this cold world\nMy phony homey had a baby by my own girl \n\n\n\nBut I ain't trippin I'm a player\nI ain't sweating him\nI s** his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican\nHis next of kin\nNo remorse it was meant to happen\nBesides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping\nUntil the end of time\nSo take, these broken wings\nUse your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly away, until the end of time\nUntil the end of time, until the end of time\nSo take, these broken wings\nUse your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly away, until the end of time\nUntil the end of time, until the end of time\nNow who's to say if I was right or wrong?\nTo live my life as an outlaw all along\nRemain strong in this planet full of playa haters\nThey conversate but d**h Row full of demonstrators\nAnd in tha end drinking henessy made all my enemies envy me\nSo cold when I flow eliminating easily\nFalls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath\nWhile beggin me to keep the peace (haha)\nWell I can see close into achieve\nIn times of danger don't freeze time to be a g\nFollow my lead I supply everything you need\nAn ounce of game and the trainin to make a g\nRemember me, as an outcast outlaw\nAnother album out that's what I'm about, more\nGettin' raw till the day I see my casket\nBuried as a g while tha whole world remembers me\nUntil the end of time\nSo take, these broken wings\nUse your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly away, until the end of time\nUntil the end of time, until the end of time",
    "2pac - Until The End Of Time - Richard Page lyrics": "Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side\nSome where inside my childhood witnessed my heart die\nAnd even though we both came from the same places\nThe money and the fame made us all change places\nHow could it be through the misery\nThat can't get past the hard times\nMade a true friend afraid to ask, for currency\nBut you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave\nI just needed someone to believe in, as you can see\nIt's a small thang through and true\nWhat could I do? Real homies help ya get through,\nAnd coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could\n'cause in the hood true homies make you feel good\nAnd happy times we be acting up call tha cops\nBringing the cease to tha peace that was on my block\nIt never stop, when my mama ask me will I change\nI tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha same\nUntil the end of time\nSo take, these broken wings\nUse your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly away, until the end of time\nUntil the end of time, until the end of time\nPlease Lord forgive me for my life of sin\nMy hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids\nSo you know I don't hang around tha house much\nDiss all night money making got me outta touch, sh**\nAin't flashed a smile in a long while\nAn unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs\nMy attitude got me walking solo\nRide out alone in my low-low\nWatching the whole world move in slow-mo\nFor quiet times disappear to the ocean\nSmoking Ports think my thoughts\nThen it's back to coasting\nWho can I trust in this cold world\nMy phony homey had a baby by my own girl \n\n\n\nBut I ain't trippin I'm a player\nI ain't sweating him\nI s** his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican\nHis next of kin\nNo remorse it was meant to happen\nBesides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping\nUntil the end of time\nSo take, these broken wings\nUse your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly away, until the end of time\nUntil the end of time, until the end of time\nSo take, these broken wings\nUse your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly away, until the end of time\nUntil the end of time, until the end of time\nNow who's to say if I was right or wrong?\nTo live my life as an outlaw all along\nRemain strong in this planet full of playa haters\nThey conversate but d**h Row full of demonstrators\nAnd in tha end drinking henessy made all my enemies envy me\nSo cold when I flow eliminating easily\nFalls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath\nWhile beggin me to keep the peace (haha)\nWell I can see close into achieve\nIn times of danger don't freeze time to be a g\nFollow my lead I supply everything you need\nAn ounce of game and the trainin to make a g\nRemember me, as an outcast outlaw\nAnother album out that's what I'm about, more\nGettin' raw till the day I see my casket\nBuried as a g while tha whole world remembers me\nUntil the end of time\nSo take, these broken wings\nUse your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly away, until the end of time\nUntil the end of time, until the end of time",
    "2pac - Until the End of Time (Remix) lyrics": "[Produced By: Johnny J & Trackmasters]\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nPerhaps I was addicted to the dark side\nSomewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die\nAnd even though we both came from the same places\nThe money and the fame made us all change places\nHow could it be? Through the misery that came to pa**\nThe hard times make a true friend afraid to ask for currency\nBut you could run to me when you need and I'll never leave\nHonestly, someone to believe in, as you can see\nIt's a small thang to a true, what could I do?\nReal homies help you get through\nAnd come to knew he'd do the same thang if he could\nCause in the hood true homies make you feel good\nAnd half the times we be actin' up call the cops\nBringin' a cease to the peace that was on my block\nIt never stops, when my mama ask me 'will I change?'\nI tell her yea, but it's clear I'll always be the same\nUntil the end of time\n[Hook 1: Richard Page]\nSo take, these broken wings\nI need your hands to come and heal me once again\n(Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly, 'til the end of time\nTake, these broken wings...\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nPlease Lord forgive me for my life of sin\nMy hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids\nSo you know, I don't hang around the house much\nThis all night money makin' got me outta touch, sh**\nAin't flashed a smile in a long while\nAn unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs\nMy attitude got me walkin' solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo\nWatchin' the whole world move in slow-mo\nFor quiet times, disappear, listen to the ocean\nSmokin' 'Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'\nWho can I trust in this cold world?\nMy phony homie had a baby by my old girl\nBut I ain't trippin' I'm a player I ain't sweatin' him\nI s**ed his sister, had her mumble like a Mexican\nHis next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen\nBesides rappin' the only thing I did good was scrappin' \n\n\n\nUntil the end of time\n[Hook 1: Richard Page]\nTake, these broken wings\nI need your hands to come and heal me once again\n(Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly, 'til the end of time\nTake, these broken wings...\n[Hook 2: Richard Page]\nTake, these broken wings\nYou got to learn to fly, learn to live so free\n(Until the end of time)\nSo we can fly away, 'til the end of time\nTake, these broken wings...\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nNow who's to say if I was right or wrong?\nTo live my life as an Outlaw all along\nRemain strong in this planet full of player haters\nThey conversate but d**h Row full of demonstrators\nAnd in the end drinkin' Hennessy made all my enemies envy me\nSo cold when I flow eliminatin' easily\nFalls to they knees, they plead for they right to breathe\nWhile beggin' me to keep the peace (haha)\nWhen I conceive closer to achieve\nIn times of danger don't freeze, time to be a G\nFollow my lead I'll supply everything you need\nAn ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G\nRemember me, as an outcast Outlaw\nAnother album out, that's what I'm about, more\nGettin' raw 'til the day I see my casket\nBuried as a G while the whole world remembers me\nUntil the end of time\n[Hook 1: Richard Page]\nTake, these broken wings\nI need your hands to come and heal me once again\n(Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly, 'til the end of time\n[Hook 2: Richard Page]\nTake, these broken wings\nYou got to learn to fly, learn to live so free\n(Until the end of time)\nSo we can fly away, 'til the end of time\n'til the end of..\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nI ain't gon' just [?]\nI don't know what it is that got me actin' all crazy out here\nGuess it's just my environment, how you people be treatin'\n(Until the end of time)\nsh**, [I'll be back in a while?]\nAin't no mystery, you get what you give, feel me?\n[When it comes I'll be like, I can't tell you what?]\nMaybe it's the thug in me",
    "2pac - Until The End Of Time (RP REMIX) lyrics": "Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side\nSome where inside my childhood witnessed my heart die\nAnd even though we both came from the same places\nThe money and the fame made us all change places\nHow could it be through the misery\nThat can't get past the hard times\nMade a true friend afraid to ask, for currency\nBut you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave\nI just needed someone to believe in, as you can see\nIt's a small thang through and true\nWhat could I do? Real homies help ya get through,\nAnd coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could\n'cause in the hood true homies make you feel good\nAnd happy times we be acting up call tha cops\nBringing the cease to tha peace that was on my block\nIt never stop, when my mama ask me will I change\nI tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha same\nUntil the end of time So take, these broken wings\nUse your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly away, until the end of time\nUntil the end of time, until the end of time Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin\nMy hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids\nSo you know I don't hang around tha house much\nDiss all night money making got me outta touch, sh**\nAin't flashed a smile in a long while\nAn unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs\nMy attitude got me walking solo\nRide out alone in my low-low\nWatching the whole world move in slow-mo\nFor quiet times disappear to the ocean\nSmoking Ports think my thoughts\nThen it's back to coasting\nWho can I trust in this cold world\nMy phony homey had a baby by my own girl \n\n\n\nBut I ain't trippin I'm a player\nI ain't sweating him\nI s** his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican\nHis next of kin\nNo remorse it was meant to happen\nBesides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping\nUntil the end of time So take, these broken wings\nUse your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly away, until the end of time\nUntil the end of time, until the end of time So take, these broken wings\nUse your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly away, until the end of time\nUntil the end of time, until the end of time Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?\nTo live my life as an outlaw all along\nRemain strong in this planet full of playa haters\nThey conversate but d**h Row full of demonstrators\nAnd in tha end drinking henessy made all my enemies envy me\nSo cold when I flow eliminating easily\nFalls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath\nWhile beggin me to keep the peace (haha)\nWell I can see close into achieve\nIn times of danger don't freeze time to be a g\nFollow my lead I supply everything you need\nAn ounce of game and the trainin to make a g\nRemember me, as an outcast outlaw\nAnother album out that's what I'm about, more\nGettin' raw till the day I see my casket\nBuried as a g while tha whole world remembers me\nUntil the end of time So take, these broken wings\nUse your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time)\nSo I can fly away, until the end of time\nUntil the end of time, until the end of time",
    "2pac - Until The End Of Time Feat R.l. From Next lyrics": "Perhaps i was addicted to the dark side\nSome where inside my childhood i missed my heart die\nAnd even though we both came from the same places\nThe money and the fame made us all change places\nHow could it be through the misery\nThat came to pa**\nThe hard times\nCan make a true friend afraid to ask\nFor currency\nBut you could run to me when you need me\nI'll never leave honestly, someone to believe in the sh** we see\nIt's a small thing through and true\nWhat could i do?real homies help you get through\nAnd comin' new he'd do the same thang if he could\nCause in the hood true homies make you feel good\nAnd half the times we be actin' up call the cops\nBringin' the cease to the peace that was on my block\nIt never stops, when my mama ask me will i change\nI tell her yeah but it's clear i'll always be the same\nUntil the end of time\n[chorus]\nChange, these broken wings\nI need your hands to come and heal me once again\nUntil the end of time\nSo i can fly\nUntil the end of time\nUntil the end of time\nTill the end of time\nPlease lord forgive me for my life of sin\nMy hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids\nSo you know, i don't hang around the house much\nThis all night money makin' got me outta touch, sh**\nAin't flashed a smile in a long while\nAn unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child's\nMy attitude got me walkin' solo\nRide out alone in my low-low\nWatchin' the whole world move in slow mo\n\n\n\nFor quite times disappear listen to the ocean\nSmokin' ports think my thoughts then it's back to coastin'\nWho can i trust in this cold world\nMy phony homey had a baby by my own girl\nBut i ain't trippin'\nI'm a playa i ain't sweatin' him\nI s** his sister had her mumbling like a mexican\nHis next of kin\nNo remorse it was meant to happen\nBesides rapin' the only thing i did good was scrappin'\nUntil the end of time\n[chorus] 2x\nHa ha\nNow who's to say if i was right or wrong?\nTo life my life as an outlaw all alone\nRemain strong in this planet full of playa hatas\nThey conversate but d**h row full of demonstrators\nAnd in the end drinkin' hennessey made all my enemies envy me\nSo go when i flow illuminatin' easily\nFalls to they kneesthey plead for they right to breath\nWhile beggin' me to keep the peace\nHa ha\nWell i can see close into achieve\nIn times of danger don't freeze time to be a chief\nFollow my lead i supply everything you need\nAn ounce of game and the trainin' to make a g\nRemember me as an outcast outlaw\nAnother album out that's what i'm about, more\nGettin' raw 'till the day i see my casket\nBuried as a g while the whole world remembers me\nUntil the end of time\n[chorus] 2x\nAnd the angel comes down and takes me away\nMemories of me\nAnd my son's alone to stay\nInside\nUntil the end of time\nTill the end of time\nMaybe it's the thug in me\n",
    "2pac - Untitled #2 lyrics": "Every word\ncuts 2 the heart\nconversations R ended\nbe4 they start\nis this what u want?\nis this what I want?\nis this what\nmust be?\nThis is not a game \n\n\n\nThis is a love\none should be played\nThe other cherished\nI feel 2 hearts breaking...\nis this what u want?\nis this what I want?\nis this what must be?",
    "2pac - Untitled #3 lyrics": "Strength is overcome by weakness\nJoy is overcome by Pain\nThe night is overcome by Brightness \n\n\n\nand Love - it remains the same",
    "2pac - Untouchable lyrics": "Machiavelli, I'm in the studio drunk then a motherf**er\nReady to freestyle this sh** and do it wild,\nLive, for all my dogs, for all my dogs out there raising hell,\nJust to see ya young n***a, raise the bail\nStepped out on the streets, fresh from jail,\nAll the police want to rag and tell,\nNot knowing that I stacks my mail,\nAll these n***as want to see me fail..\nThat's just the intro, as I sit back and rock this instrumental...\nAfter the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure it's pain,\nEven though we broke for the moment, we ballin' the game,\nTime to make yo mind military, be prepared for the busters,\nSimilar to b**hes too scary and too near me be rushing,\nVisions of over-packed prisons,\nFeigns and n***as thug livin',\nPressures and 3 Strikes, hope they don't tell us,\nThey call it heater, ammunition at grace,\nMove without a sound, let me slide down, pistols in place,\nThey got me feignin' for currency, the money it goes,\nIt's like I'm a, dreamin' senior season me ballin,\nOfficial hated, and my enemies be hated, got the cops .4-5 stanchin' n***as pagers,\nLaid with a mark, soon as we start, but it's hard to quit,\nStarted out drinkin' 40's, the hardest sh**,\nGod Damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man,\nn***a got my own plan, in my hand,\nGot the .45, I get it live to survive, make these n***as die,\nWhile gettin' high though we cry,\nWhen these thugs bud, n***as'll leave in they casket,\nThat's what you get for being player hatin' ba*tards,\nMe and my click so legit, we keep a 50 on us,\nThese n***as know, you can't touch us,\nWhen they get to come against us, these n***as be defenseless and senseless,\nKnockin' n***as back on the fence,\nMy whole click be sick, and though we rip whole crews,\nn***as knew we came through drinkin' 22's of brew,\nAnd though we drink Hennessy, we provide our enemies with mo' sh**,\nThough all the world so legit,\nI read my name out, Makaveli with the Thug Life tatted on the bottom of my belly,\nCan these n***as understand this, my whole family is sick and so Scandalouz...\nLet's introduce my click, Kastro, when he blast y'all n***as run to hide,\nNapoleon will provide the game,\nLet me explain while Edi provide sh** for the needy and take from the greedy,\nKhadafi, he's not sloppy and not a copy, he's the only one bring a gun, if you want it,\nYoung Noble bring the soul to the troop, let 'em know we come through in a bucket of BMW's,\nWe trouble you, the \"W\" for West Side, n***as die when they try to infiltrate my crew,\nWe never hide, we ride, and die together, \n\n\n\nAnd when you see my click we always ride forever,\nMe, my whole click is sick, we smoke sisamy, can you convince the G,\nThat they can come against me\nYou can't see me on TV or live, n***as die when they try to come against me,\nNever hide, in my own zone in my own dome,\nIn my mind I'm a Don, n***as knew it once,\nI came all out, splashed on n***as, will I dash on n***as,\nOnce I mash these n***as, I'll be badder n***a,\nIt's me, Machiavelli, a.k.a The Don of this whole click,\nn***a you's slow sick,\nThat's my freestyle drunk and slow,\nJust so you b**h a** n***as in the back row now,\nWeather it's New York or Texas,\nRide through in a Lexus,\nA BMW, I trouble you,\nSo and forever this Big 'ol \"W\"\nHu-hu-hu, my Double are cruise, I'm a big rap star,\nRockin' the grooves, n***as where ya at,\nWhere you are is the back, in the front when you park this sh**,\nI keep a gat inside my trunk legit,\nAlways, and though I'm on probation I still rock the nation,\nOut on bail,\nThough last year I was in jail,\nRaise hell, until I get my mail,\nWill I fail?\nHell naw n***a bite my nails,\nI keep a manicure, though you panic,\nYou're still gone die\nWhen Pac get high,\nSmokin' Indo, I roll my window down,\nA smooth criminal, and though I pack this pound,\n.3-5-7, .0-4-5, will I hide?\nWill I die?\nWill I ride?\nn***as never know why,\nMy whole crew, a family click,\nAlways sick,\nAre we live though we struggle to survive in this motherf**er,\n9-5 turn to 9-6, 9-6 turn to 9-7, I keep a .3-5-7 Mac 11,\nBack home I got a M-O, what I say, a Mini 14, ha ha,\nMy Double are, ride with my crew, ride with my crew,\nYou don't have a clue n***a when we comin' for you,\nWe hit the House of Blues actin' like fools, my n***a Fatal,\nPut a gun inside a club, I keep his f**in' pre-nadle,\nHad to bang inside a chest, now I, bang as Veli, no-no-no,\nWith Machiavelli I told him don't bring that gas out of Veli,\nI said yo Fatal are you crazy, n***a pissin' all side in the front,\nn***as said god damn them n***as is funny as hell,\nWhat you want? You want the pump?\nHell no them n***as don't want no beef,\nThat's why we left that motherf**er in a Rose,\nA Limo I mean, well pick this out, to me,\nI was sittin' in the back, then on some hits,\nI did a dope as show, them n***as will always remember me,\nCame from India, Felizimo, was the call, yeah n***a I got Vasache on,\nOn mighty all them n***as want to f** with me, y'all know,\nI always represent my people to the fullest,\nYeah I'm that same motherf**er that took five, bullets,",
    "2pac - Untouchable (swiss Beatz Remix) lyrics": "(feat. Krayzie Bone)\nAm I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?\nAm I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?\nGet it on till I die\nGet it on till I die\nY'all, Y'all remember me\nY'all, Y'all remember me\n[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]\nIt's that Tupac (Pac)\nIt's that Tupac (Tupac)\nIt's that Tupac (Pac)\nIt's that Tupac (Tupac)\nIt's that Tupac (Pac)\nIt's that Tupac (Tupac)\nIt's that Tupac (Pac)\nIt's that Tupac (Tupac)\n(Pac's home)\nHa ha\n[Verse 1: Tupac]\nAfter the fire comes the rain\nAfter the pleasure there's pain\nEven though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again\nTime to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to\nb**hes to scary, get to near me we rush 'em\nVisions of over packed prisons\nMillion's of n***as thug living\nPressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us\nSo pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)\nMove without a sound as we slide down pistols in place\nI'm sensing n***as is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost\nWho can prevent me shooting senseless?\nAt these n***as throats\nb**h made n***as and that bullsh** you going through\nOutlaws busting while we rushing\nWe untouchable\nf** you n***as and that bullsh** you going through\nWe Outlaws rushing you busting you\nWe untouchable\n[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Tupac]\nIt's that Tupac (Pac)\n(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)\nIt's that Tupac (Tupac)\n(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)\nIt's that Tupac (Pac)\n(Get it on till I die)\nIt's that Tupac (Tupac)\n(Get it on till I die)\nIt's that Tupac (Pac)\n(Y'all, Y'all remember me)\nIt's that Tupac (Tupac)\n(Y'all, Y'all remember me)\n[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]\nYou n***as better not try to run up\nAnd don't try to say we ain't told you\nYou're dealing with k**ers and soldiers\nn***a these explosives, trying to blow sh**, running you over\nn***a controller\nWhenever y'all n***as try to roll up\nThinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya\nI'm a light up the rhythm like dosia\nDumping so potent, n***a don't choke up\nFlow up\nMakaveli The Don, got n***as strapped and ready to bomb \n\n\n\nAs soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done\nWe've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone\nLeaving 'em n***as head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong\nWhen the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through)\nTalk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?)\nShut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance\nThugs don't f** around\nWe get back at 'em so swiftly, n***as is with me underground\nSlug in a n***as mug, reppin' Midwest Side\nn***as if you a thug get your weapon, let's ride\nRide for Pac, Pac, get live for Pac, Pac, Pop off the Glock, Glock\nThe thugging it don't stop\n[Chorus x2: Krayzie Bone & Tupac]\nIt's that Tupac (Pac)\n(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)\nIt's that Tupac (Tupac)\n(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)\nIt's that Tupac (Pac)\n(Get it on till I die)\nIt's that Tupac (Tupac)\n(Get it on till I die)\nIt's that Tupac (Pac)\n(Y'all, Y'all remember me)\nIt's that Tupac (Tupac)\n(Y'all, Y'all remember me)\n[Verse 3: Tupac]\nOnly wish to breed\nI explode into a million seeds\nYa'll remember me\nLegendary live eternally\nBury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation\nn***as screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em\nTake them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em\nMurder motherf**er's at a rate and then quicken the pace\nBlast me but never ask me to live a lie\nAm I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?\n(Westcoast)\nNow I'm worldwide\nn***as gossip like girls then hide\nNo offence to Nas but this whole f**ing world is mine\nEven if you blind you can still see my prophecy\nMy destiny to overthrow those on top of me\nFiending for currency the money be calling\nCan you feel me, dreaming?\nSeeing scenes of me balling?\nf** you b**h made n***as and that bullsh** you going through\nOutlaws busting while we rushing\nWe untouchable\nf** you n***as and that bullsh** you going through\nWe Outlaws rushing you busting you\nWe untouchable\n",
    "2pac - Untouchable (Swizz Beatz Remix) lyrics": "[2Pac]\nAm I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?\nAm I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?\nGet it on till I die\nGet it on till I die\nY'all, Y'all remember me\nY'all, Y'all remember me\n[Krayzie Bone]\nIt's that 2Pac (Pac)\nIt's that 2Pac (2Pac)\nIt's that 2Pac (Pac)\nIt's that 2Pac (2Pac)\nIt's that 2Pac (Pac)\nIt's that 2Pac (2Pac)\nIt's that 2Pac (Pac)\nIt's that 2Pac (2Pac)\n(Pac's home)\nHa ha\n[2Pac]\nAfter the fire comes the rain\nAfter the pleasure there's pain\nEven though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again\nTime to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to\nb**hes to scary, get to near me we rush 'em\nVisions of over packed prisons\nMillion's of n***as thug living\nPressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us\nSo pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)\nMove without a sound as we slide down pistols in place\nI'm sensing n***as is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost\nWho can prevent me shooting senseless?\nAt these n***as throats\nb**h made n***as and that bullsh** you going through\nOutlaws busting while we rushing\nWe untouchable\nf** you n***as and that bullsh** you going through\nWe Outlaws rushing you busting you\nWe untouchable\n[Krayzie Bone (2Pac)]\nIt's that 2Pac (Pac)\n(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)\nIt's that 2Pac (2Pac)\n(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)\nIt's that 2Pac (Pac)\n(Get it on till I die)\nIt's that 2Pac (2Pac)\n(Get it on till I die)\nIt's that 2Pac (Pac)\n(Y'all, Y'all remember me)\nIt's that 2Pac (2Pac)\n(Y'all, Y'all remember me)\n[Krayzie Bone]\nYou n***as better not try to run up\nAnd don't try to say we ain't told you\nYou're dealing with k**ers and soldiers\nn***a these explosives, trying to blow sh**, running you over\nn***a controller\nWhenever y'all n***as try to roll up\nThinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya\nI'm a light up the rhythm like dosia\nDumping so potent, n***a don't choke up\nFlow up\nMakaveli The Don, got n***as strapped and ready to bomb \n\n\n\nAs soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done\nWe've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone\nLeaving 'em n***as head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong\nWhen the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through)\nTalk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?)\nShut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance\nThugs don't f** around\nWe get back at 'em so swiftly, n***as is with me underground\nSlug in a n***as mug, reppin' Midwest Side\nn***as if you a thug get your weapon, let's ride\nRide for Pac, Pac, get live for Pac, Pac, Pop off the Glock, Glock\nThe thugging it don't stop\n[Krayzie Bone (2Pac)]\nIt's that 2Pac (Pac)\n(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)\nIt's that 2Pac (2Pac)\n(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)\nIt's that 2Pac (Pac)\n(Get it on till I die)\nIt's that 2Pac (2Pac)\n(Get it on till I die)\nIt's that 2Pac (Pac)\n(Y'all, Y'all remember me)\nIt's that 2Pac (2Pac)\n(Y'all, Y'all remember me)\n[2Pac]\nOnly wish to breed\nI explode into a million seeds\nYa'll remember me\nLegendary live eternally\nBury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation\nn***as screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em\nTake them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em\nMurder motherf**er's at a rate and then quicken the pace\nBlast me but never ask me to live a lie\nAm I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?\nNow I'm worldwide\nn***as gossip like girls then hide\nNo offense to Nas but this whole f**ing world is mine\nEven if you blind you can still see my prophecy\nMy destiny to overthrow those on top of me\nFiending for currency the money be calling\nCan you feel me, dreaming?\nSeeing scenes of me balling?\nf** you b**h made n***as and that bullsh** you going through\nOutlaws busting while we rushing\nWe untouchable\nf** you n***as and that bullsh** you going through\nWe Outlaws rushing you busting you\nWe untouchable",
    "2pac - Untouchable Freestyle Drunk lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nIt's 'Pac, Makaveli\nI'm in tha studio drunker than a motherf**a\nReady to freestyle this sh**, and do it wild\nLive\nFo all my dogs\nFo all my dogs out there raisin hell\nJust to see a young n***a raise tha mail\nStepped out on tha streetz fresh from jail\nAll tha police wanna rag and tell\nNot knowin' that I stacks my mail, uh\nAll these n***as wanna see me fail, uh\nThat's just tha intro\nAs I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nAfter the fire comes tha rain\nAfter pleasure there's pain\nEven though we're broke for the moment\nWe'll Be Ballin' again\nTime to make your, my military be prepared fo tha bustas\nSimilar to b**hes too scary to hear me rushin'\nVisions of over packed prisons\nMillions of n***as thug livin'\nPrecious, Big Straps, hope they don't tell us\nThey pull a heater\nAmmunition in grace\nShh, move without a sound\nAs we slide down\nPistols in place\nThey got me finnin' fo currency\nThe money be callin' me\nIt's like I'm dreamin'\nSingin' seizing me ballin'\nSophisticated, and this f**in' misbehavior\nGot tha co*ked 4-5 snatchin' n***as pagers\nLabel tha marks\nSoon as we start\nIt was hard to quit\nStarted out drinkin' forties moved to harder sh**\nGoddamn, now I'ma grown man\nI follow no man\nn***a got my own plan\nIn my hand got tha 45\nI kick it live to survive\nMake these n***as die\nWhile gettin' high\nThough we cry when these thugz bug\nn***as'll leave in their caskets\nThat's what ya get fo being playahatin' ba*tards\nMe and my clique so legit\nWe keep a 50 on us n***as know\nYou can't touch us\nWhen they get to come against us\nThese n***as'll be defenseless\nIt's senseless\nKnockin' n***as back on tha fences\nMy whole clique be sick\nAnd though we rip whole crews\nn***as knew\nWe came through\nDrinkin' 22's of brew\nAnd though we drink Hennesseys\nWe provide our enemies with mo' sh**\nTha art of war so legit\nI read, my name out, Makaveli\nWith the Thug Life tattered on tha bottom of my belly\nCan these n***as understand this\nMy whole family is sick is so scandalous\nLet me introduce my clique\nCastro, when he blasts y'all\nn***as run and hide\nNapoleon will provide\nTha game\nLet me explain\nWhy E.D.I\nProvide sh**, fo tha needy\nAnd take from tha greedy\nKadafi, is not sloppy\nAnd not a copy\nHe's tha only one\nBring tha gun\nIf ya want it Young Noble\nBring ya soul\nTo tha true, let em know we come through\nIn a bucket or BMW\nWe trouble you\nThe W for Westside\nn***as die\nWhen they try to infiltrate my crew\nWe never hide, we ride\nAnd die, together\nAnd when you see my clique we always ride for ever\nMe, my whole clique is sick\nWe smoke sinsemill\nCan you convince the G\nThat they can't come against me\nYou can see me on TV\nOr live\nn***as die when they try to come against me\nNever hide\nIn my own zone, in my own dome\nIn my mind I'ma don\nn***a knew it once I came oveh\nSplash tha n***as\nWill I dash your n***as\nOnce I mash these figguz\nI'll be badder n***a \n\n\n\nIt's me, makaveli\nA.K.A Tha Don of this whole clique\nn***as you so sick\nThat's my freestyle drunken flow\nJust so you b**h a** n***as in tha back row know\nWhether it's New York or Texas\nRide through in a Lexus\nOr BMW\nI trouble you\nThrowin' up fo ever this big ol' W\nHuhhuhhuhhuhu\nMy double R proves I'ma big rap star\nRockin' tha room\nn***as where ya at\nWhere ya are is tha back\nIn tha front, when ya bump this sh**\nI keep a gat inside my trunk legit\nAlways, though I'm on probation\nI still rock tha nation\nOut on bail, though last year I was in jail\nRaise hell, until I get my mail\nWill I fail, hell nah n***as bite my nails\nI keep a manicured\nThough you panic you're\nStill gonna die\nWhen Pac get high\nSmokin' Indo\nI roll my window down\nA smooth criminal\nAnd though I pack this pound\n3-5-7 or 4-5\nWill I hide, will I die\nWill I ride, n***as never know why\nMy whole crew, a family clique\nAre we sick\nAre we live\nThough we struggle to survive\nIn this motherf**in' \u201895\nTurnin' \u201896\n'96 turnin' \u201897\nI keep a 3-5-7\nMack 11\nBack home I got a M-R\nWhat did I say, a mini 14\nHaha, my double R\nRide with my clue, ride with my crew\nYou don't have a clue, n***a when we're comin' fo you\nWe hit tha house of blues, actin' like fools\nMy n***a Fatal\nPut a gun inside his club I keep this f**er prenatal\nHad to bang inside his chest, no no\nBang inside his belly, nah nah nah\nIt was Makaveli, that told him to bring the gat outside his belly\nI say yo Fatal what are you crazy\nThem dudes pissin' outside tha front\nn***as say Goddamn\nn***as is funny as hell\nWhat you want\nYou want tha funk\nHell no, n***as don't want no beef\nThat's why we left that motherf**er in a Rolls\nA Limo I mean\nWith b**hes inside to meet\nI was chillin' in tha back\nPuttin' on some hits, look I just did a dope a** show\nThem n***as'll always remember me\nCame from Italy\nBellisimo, was tha call\nYeah n***a I got Versace\nArmani\nAll them n***as wanna f** with me\nY'all know\nI always represent my people to tha fullest\nYeah, I'm that same motherf**er took 5 bullets\nCount em, came out\nRappin' and stealin' and makin' 5\nMotherf**a records got sold millions millions\nHaha, platinum, I make 5 platinum sh**s, know what I'm sayin'\nn***as can't f** with me\n2pacalypse, not known fo playin, huh\nI took shots\nAnd gave shots\nf** tha cops\nWill I stop\nUntil my sh**, reach tha top, hm\nn***as out there wanna do me\nBut it'z mob deep\nBad Boy and Fugees, hahahahaha\nY'all n***as'll never stop me, never drop me\nNever make me fall\nMe, 2pacalypse all I know how to do iz ball ball ball!!!\nMy crew\nSurvive reincarnation after I'm dead\nThey rock n roll\nAnd Bring tha funk to tha whole nation\nAnd you know\nEach one of These n***as have a gun with my name on it\nYou know\nI spit tha game so clear is plain on it\nYou know, huh\nWhen I'm dead\nMy n***as'll ride for me\nk** everybody\nThey each got a city to pick to make it our part",
    "2pac - Untouchable Swizz lyrics": "Makaveli, I'm in the studio drunk then a muthaf***a..\nReady to freestyle this s*** and do it wild..\nLive, for all my dogs.. For all my dogs out there raising hell,\nJust to see ya young n****, raise the bail.. Stepped out on the streets, fresh from jail,\nAll the police want to rag and tell,\nNot knowing that I stacks my mail,\nAll these n****s want to see me fail..\nThat's just the intro, as I sit back and rock this instrumental... After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure it's pain,\nEven though we broke for the moment, we ballin' the game...\nTime to make yo mind military, be prepared for the bustas,\nSimilar to b****es too scary and too near me be rushing... Visions of over-packed prisons,\nFeens and n****s thug livin',\nPressures and 3 Strikes, hope they don't tell us...\nThey call it heater, amminition at grace, Move without a sound, let me slide down, pistols in place...\nThey got me feenin' for currency, the money it goes,\nIt's like I'm a, dreamin' senior season me ballin'...\nOfficial hated, and my enemies be hated, got the cops .4-5 stanchin' n****s pagers... Laid with a mark, soon as we start, but it's hard to quit,\nStarted out drinkin' 40's, the hardest s***...\nGod Damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man,\nN**** got my own plan, in my hand... Got the .45, I get it live to survive, make these n****s die,\nWhile gettin' high though we cry...\nWhen these thugs bud, n****s'll leave in they casket,\nThat's what you get for being playa hatin' ba*tards... Me and my click so ligit, we keep a 50 on us,\nThese n****s know, you can't touch us...\nWhen they get to come against us, these n****s be defenceless and senseless,\nKnockin' n****s back on the fence... My whole click be sick, and though we rip whole crews,\nN****s knew we came through drinkin' 22's of brew,\nAnd though we drink Hennessy, we provide our enemies with mo' s***,\nThough all the world so legit... I read my name out, Makaveli with the Thug Life tatted on the bottom of my belly,\nCan these n****s understand this, my whole family is sick and so Scandalouz...\nLet's intorduce my click, Kastro, when he blast why'all n****s run to hide,\nNapoleon will provide the game, let me explain while Edi provide s*** for the needy and take from\nthe greedy.. Khadafi, he's not sloppy and not a copy, he's the only one bring a gun, if you want it...\nYoung Noble bring the soul to the troop, let 'em know we come through in a bucket of BMW's...\nWe trouble you, the \"W\" for West Side, n****s die when they try to infultrate my crew...\nWe never hide, we ride, and die together, And when you see my click we always ride forever... \n\n\n\nMe, my whole click is sick, we smoke sisamy, can you convince the G,\nThat they can come against me...\nYou can't see me on TV or live, n****s die when they try to come against me... Never hide, in my own zone in my own dome,\nIn my mind I'm a Don, n****s knew it once,\nI came all out, splashed on n****s, will I dash on n****s,\nOnce I mash these n****s, I'll be bader n****... It's me, Makaveli, a.k.a The Don of this whole click,\nN**** you's slow sick...\nThat's my freestyle drunk and slow,\nJust so you b**** a** n****s in the back row now... Weather it's New York or Texas,\nRide through in a Lexus,\nA BMW, I trouble you,\nSo and forever this Big 'ol \"W\"... Hu-hu-hu, my Double are cruise, I'm a big rap star,\nRockin' the grooves, n****s where ya at...\nWhere you are is the back, in the front when you park this s***,\nI keep a gat inside my trunk legit, Always, and though I'm on probabtion I still rock the nation,\nOut on bail,\nThough last year I was in jail,\nRaise hell, until I get my mail, Will I fail?..\nHell naw n**** bite my nails...\nI keep a manicure, though you panic,\nYou're still gone die When Pac get high...\nSmokin' Indo, I roll my window down,\nA smooth criminal, and though I pack this pound,\n.3-5-7, .0-4-5, will I hide?.. Will I die?..\nWill I ride?..\nN****s never know why...\nMy whole crew, a family click, Always sick,\nAre we live though we struggle to survive in this muthaf***a...\n9-5 turn to 9-6, 9-6 turn to 9-7, I keep a .3-5-7 Mac 11...\nBack home I got a M-O, what I say, a Mini 14, ha ha... My Double are, ride with my crew, ride with my crew,\nYou don't have a clue n**** when we comin' for you...\nWe hit the House of Blues actin' like fools, my n**** Fatal,\nPut a gun inside a club, I keep his f***in' pre-nadle, Had to bang inside a chest, now I, bang as Veli, no-no-no,\nWith Makaveli I told him don't bring that gas out of Veli...\nI said yo Fatal are you crazy, n**** pissin' all side in the front,\nN****s said god damn them n****s is funny as hell... What you want?.. you want the pump?..\nHell naw them n****s don't want no beef,\nThat's why we left that muthaf***a in a Rose,\nA Limo I mean... well pick this out, to me, I was sittin' in the back, then on some hits,\nI did a dope as show, them n****s will always remember me...\nCame from India, Felizimo, was the call, yeah n**** I got Vasache on,\nOn mighty all them n****s want to f*** with me, why'all know... I always represent my people to the fullest,\nYeah I'm that same muthaf***a that took five, bullets...",
    "2pac - Uppercut lyrics": "\"I wanted to bring back that reality,\nNobody can ever be confused and think I'm f**in' Mike Tyson\nAnd I'm the heavyweight champion,\nI'm a little n***a, that's why its so raw to just watch me battle lions,\n'Cause I'm a little skinny n***a battlin' n***as three times my size\" Watch this uppercut, here it come\nWatch the jab n***a, ugh\nHere it come, look out, watch my arms Now see so many motherf**ers want to take a piece\nCommin' equipped with some sh** that n***as just can't believe\nI pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze\nI'm all over that n***a, come identify the body\nMy middle finger to you hoe n***as\nRun up on me, and ill be forced to let it go n***a\nI ain't the one you want to try, why, stayin' high\nI hit this blunt an watch these motherf**ers die\nWhose runnin' these streets I said that c**aine\nCause in the the dope game, n***as'll die 'fore they go broke mayne\nAnother hustler makin' major cash\n'til the punk police come an raid ya a**\nNow you stressed doin' fed time, and its a b**h\nCause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin' 6\nAnd we know that you can't hang, you a trick\nRolled over turned snitch like a b*atch Now you know you shoulda ducked n***a\nGotchu fallin' from the uppercut, f**ed, so what's up n***a\nNow you know you shoulda ducked n***a\nGotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up n***a They got a n***a in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky\nBut the n***a just a little bigger, he tryna f** me\nOut my cash, imma blast n***a, he don't know\nI gotta tell ya like the last n***a, gotta go\nDon't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up\nLeft to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)\nI'm known to walk the streets on any block\nI love my n***as, but I ain't puttin' down my glock \n\n\n\nThe gun shots rang when I lose n***a, and ooh n***a\nI'mma show you not to ever play a true n***a (haha)\nLay it down just to prove it\nAnd f** the rappin motherf**er we can do this Now you know you shoulda ducked n***a\nGotchu fallin' from the uppercut, f**ed, so what's up n***a\nNow you know you shoulda ducked n***a\nGotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up n***a They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants\nThis revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh)\nRoll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game\nMolotov co*ktails, release an up in flames\nTired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back\nLookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back\nWant to see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though\nOne more n***a came up short in the ghetto\nSociety lied to me so I'm strapped with the metal\nPush ya middle finger up n***a if you a rebel\nHave ya face down goin in ya pockets if ya let em\nI done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em\nI done made so many mistakes but still I don't regret em\nI'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend\nI'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons\nWe all lost souls tryna find our way to heaven Now you know you shoulda ducked n***a\nGotchu fallin' from the uppercut, f**ed, so what's up n***a\nNow you know you shoulda ducked n***a\nGotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up n***a \"To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there\n'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut\n'Til we get up there with y'all, you know! Thug Life we still livin' it\nOutlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go! woo\"",
    "2pac - Us Agains't The World (Remix) lyrics": "[Intro]\n2Pac: It's just me agains't the world\nFlipBoy: It's me agaisn't the world with\n2Pac: Nothing to lose, it's just me agains't the world baby\nFlipBoy: It's me agaisn't the world 'cause\n2Pac: I got nothing to lose, it's just me agains't the world\nFlipBoy: It's just me alone agaisn't the world 'cause i'm\n2Pac: Stuck in the game, me agains't the world baby\nFlipBoy: Ye, it's just us agains't the world!\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nCan you picture my prophecy?\nStress in the city, the cops is hot for me\nThe projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin\nThere ain't no stoppin me\nConstantly movin while makin millions\nWitnessin k**ings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings\nCarries to children cause they're illin\nAddicted to k**in and the appeal from the cap peelin\nWithout feelin, but will they last or be blasted?\nHard headed ba*tard\nMaybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermath\nMore bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry\nThey're relocating to the cemetary\nGot me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried\nThe question is will I live? No one in the world loves me\nI'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers\nPut one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger\nDon't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is\nWhat's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth\nIt's just me against the world baby\n[Chorus]\nHave u ever thought of livin life in a blur,\nwhen your emotionally scarred and u can't be heard,\nevery word sounds absurd and deep down your hurt,\nwaiting for a hero of life to emerge,\nto take away all the pain, struggle, misery and trouble\nbut first, if u could go back in time in reverse,\nand change everything bad and erase the worse,\nall is solved in 1 word,\nand it's us agains't the world!\n[Verse 2: FlipBoy]\nI've seen so many thing in my life that caught my eye\nthe soldier who fights back, but in the end he dies,\nand when he dies, no1 even cries,\nno1 asked why he died,\nthey just patrionise him for being real,\nhe was the real deal, but he wasn't the man of steel,\nhe had the appeal to make people kneel,\nhis identity revealed, he was so concealed,\nhe didnt what to feel, so he chose to steal,\nhe didnt know how 2 change, he didnt know how 2 heal, \n\n\n\nhe found another way of life and accepted his guilt,\nnow he stands tall as the soldier he built,\nnever gonna fall, never could be tilt,\nhe has an army that he uses as a shield,\nnot sending his men to war, he sits and wields,\nnot cheating his way through life, he would never cheat,\n'cause im that guy who's just looking 4 peace!\nit's just me against the world!\n[Chorus]\nHave u ever thought of livin life in a blur,\nwhen your emotionally scarred and u can't be heard,\nevery word sounds absurd and deep down your hurt,\nwaiting for a hero of life to emerge,\nto take away all the pain, struggle, misery and trouble\nbut first, if u could go back in time in reverse,\nand change everything bad and erase the worse,\nall is solved in 1 word,\nand it's us agains't the world!\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nWith all this extra stressin\nThe question I wonder is after d**h, after my last breath\nWhen will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression\nthey punish the people that's askin questions\nAnd those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions\nThe message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons\nDon't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions\nBe grateful for blessings\nDon't ever change, keep your essence\nThe power is in the people and politics we address\nAlways do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic\nAnd when you get stranded\nAnd things don't go the way you planned it\nDreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference\nPoliticians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen\nIf I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change\nIt wasn't nuttin like the game\nIt's just me against the world\n[Chorus]\nHave u ever thought of livin life in a blur,\nwhen your emotionally scarred and u can't be heard,\nevery word sounds absurd and deep down your hurt,\nwaiting for a hero of life to emerge,\nto take away all the pain, struggle, misery and trouble\nbut first, if u could go back in time in reverse,\nand change everything bad and erase the worse,\nall is solved in 1 word,\nand it's us agains't the world!\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nThrough every dark night, there's a bright day after that,\nso keep your chess up, head up and handle it.",
    "2pac - Vato (Miqu Remix) lyrics": "[Snoop Dogg]\nUh-huh, hmm... I was chillin, right around my way (way!)\n21st eastside of the Beach\nThis motherf**er ran up on me\nTalkin sh** with his homies like he was a straight.. G\nAskin where I'm from while he runnin up\nGangbang, my set on e'ry one of 'em (true)\nSome things, sons they just won't change\nFools don't respect nuttin but the g**n (bang!)\nWhat's seen is what's saw, Dogg is the law\nI have you n***as runnin like a marathon\nLittle G's tryna creep, on the East with it\nTalkin 'bout they gon' get my chain and they gon' leave with it (nmm hmm!)\nBut they don't know once they get close\nIt's Tic-Tac Toe, three motherf**ers laid on the floor (watch out!)\nYeah, this happened yesterday\nOn the West they spray - I heard the ese say, he said...\n[Hook: B-Real] + (Snoop Dogg)\nVato, you won't believe what I saw\nI saw these pack of guys and they act real hard (and what they do?)\nThey twist the fingers and said, \"You know who we are\"\nHe said, \"I don't give a f**, I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg\" (uh huh!)\nThey keep buckin and it went too far\nSo Snoopy, he went straight to the trunk of his car (and what he get?)\nHe got his gun and they start runnin' hard\nHe started firing and then he just charged\n[Break 2X: Snoop Dogg]\n(BLAOWW!) Run n***a, run n***a!\n(BLAOWW!) Duck n***a, duck n***a!\n(BLAOWW!) Run, motherf**er run!\n(BLAOWW!) Run, motherf**er run!\n[2pac]\nI went from rags to riches\nQuick to socializing with the baddest b**hes\nWent from a bucket to a rag with switches\nI'm seein' d**h around the corner\nI'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 cause I wanna\nI'm getting high and like I said it was some chocolate thai\nMixed with some indonesia watch me fly\nAnd even though I know the cops behind me\nHit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch) \n\n\n\nUntil I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court\nf** the law give a sh** I'm even worse than before\nI know they wanna see a n***a buried\nBut I ain't worried still throwing these thangs\nGot me locked in these chains\nAnd hey n***a what the f** is you wailin' 'bout\nSoon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out\nAnd when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball\nI'm screaming Thug Life n***a f** y'all\n[Hook] + [Break]\n[DMX]\nCats playin' games, so I'm goin' raw\nRun up in that f**in' building, kick down the door\nY'all don't want no f**in' problems wit' X\nY'all don't wanna see them four-legged beasts\nWit' them collars on their necks\nWit' them n***as downstairs wit' the tech, you know the rest\nf** it, blow it y'all n***as, b**h I take respect\nDog's sh** hot, that's why y'all cowards froze me quick\nI pop up, catch n***as on some cozy sh**\nWith Chinese slippers and silk scarves on\nn***a out here tryin' to get his bark on, wonder why the dog gone\nI couldn't take it, deface it, that n***a make sh**\nThat's somethin' that'll happen, n***a wanna brace it\nAnd for the record, what you gonna do to fill up my spot?\nI ain't gon' front, that \"Pon De Replay\" sh**, was kinda hot\nNot!! How you gonna jack Will Smith for a beat?\nThat's like tryna jack me for the streets! It ain't happenin'!\n[Hook] + [Break]\n[Snoop Dogg and Pharrell 2X]\nSnoop Dogg, him bust gunshots\nSkateboard P, they say him bust gunshots\nDPG, them bust gunshots\nBBC, you know them bust gunshots (come again, now!)\nSnoop Dogg, him bust gunshots\nSkateboard P, you know him bust gunshots (come again, now!)\nBBC, them bust gunshots\nDPGC, you know them bust gunshots (come again, now!)",
    "2pac - Vegas Farewell * lyrics": "None",
    "2pac - Violent lyrics": "They claim that I'm violent, just 'cause I refuse to be silent\nThese hypocrites are havin' fits, 'cause I'm not buyin' it\nDefyin' it, envious because I will rebel against\nany oppressor, and this is known as self defense\nI show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic\nBut when the sh** gets thick, I'm the one you go and get\nDon't look confused, the truth is so plain to see\nCause I'm the n***a that you sell-outs are ashamed to be\nIn every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this\nI'm never ignorant, getting goals accomplished\nThe underground railroad on an up rise\nThis time the truth's gettin' told, heard enough lies\nI told 'em fight back, attack on society\nIf this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be\nIf you investigate you'll find out where it's comin' from\nLook through our history, America's the violent one\nUnlock my brain, break the chains of your misery\nThis time the payback for evil sh** you did to me\nThey call me militant, racist 'cause I will resist\nYou wanna censor somethin', motherf**er censor this!\nMy words are weapons, and I'm steppin' to the silent\nWakin' up the ma**es, but you, claim that I'm violent\n(They claimin' that I'm violent)\n(Just because we play what the people want)\n(Violent)\n(Just because we play what the people want)\n(Violent)\n(Just because we play what the people want)\n(Violent)\nThe cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me\nCall me a dope man, 'cause I rock dope beats\nJacked by the police, didn't have my ID\nI said, \"Excuse me, why you tryin' to rob me?\"\nHe had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew\n(Do you know what time it is?\nGet out the f**ing car, or I'll hurt you!)\n\"Get out the car or I'll hurt you\"\nSo here I go, I better make my mind up\nPick my nine up, or hit the line-up\nI chose B, stepped into the streets\nThe first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat\nThey grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete\n(Ay man Aye yo ay man just c'mon ?)\n(\"What you doin man?\") They tried to frame me\nThey tried to say I had some dope in the back seat\nBut I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend\nMy homie panicked (\"I'm out\") he tried to run \n\n\n\n(Freeze n***a!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop's gun\nMy homie dropped so, I hit the cop\nI kept swingin', yo, I couldn't stop\nBefore I knew it, I was beatin' the cop senseless\nThe other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless\n(? Argh, f** you! Ungh!)\nNow I'm against this cop who was racist\nGiven him a taste, of tradin places\nAnd all this, 'cause the peckerwood was tryin' this\nframe up, but I came up\nNow they claimin that I'm violent\n(They claimin' that I'm violent)\n(Just because we play what the people want)\n(Violent)\n(Just because we play what the people want)\n(Violent)\n(Just because we play what the people want)\n(Violent)\nAs I was beatin' on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-oh)\nThen the gun shot, but I wasn't hit\nI turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand\nHe shot the cop (damn!) now he's a dead man\nI said, come on, it's time for us to get away\n(Let's go, we gotta get the f** outta here)\nThey called for backup, and they'll be on their way\nJumped in the car, and tried to get away quick\nThe car wouldn't start (damn!) we in deep sh**\nSo we jumped out (C'mon let's take the cop's car)\nWe drove a little ways thinkin' that we got far\nBut I looked up, and all I saw was blue lights\nIf I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight\nI grabbed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge\nLoad 'em up quick, it's time for us to spray\nWe'll shoot 'em up with they own f**in' weapons\nAnd when we through sprayin' (audi) then we steppin'\nThis is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops\nYou f** with real n***as, get ya f**in' a** dropped\nSo here we go, the police against us\nDark as dusk, waitin' for the guns to bust (What's next man?)\nWhat's next, I don't know and I don't care\nOne things fo' sho', tomorrow I won't be here\nBut if I go, I'm takin' all these punks with me\nPa** me a clip G, now come and get me\nYou wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent\nGivin' them a reason, (a reason) to claim that I'm violent\n(Just because we play what the people want)\n(Violent)\n(Just because we play what the people want)\n(Violent)",
    "2pac - Violent k**uminati (REMIX) lyrics": "[Verse 1 - 2Pac]\nThey claim that I'm violent\nJust cause I refuse to be silent\nThese hypocrites are havin fits\nCause I'm not buyin' it, defyin' it\nEnvious because I will rebel against any oppressor\nAnd this is known as self defense\nI show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic\nBut when the sh** gets thick, I'm the one you go and get\nDon't look confused, the truth is so plain to see\nCause I'm the n***a that you sell-outs are ashamed to be\nIn every jeep and every car, brothers stomp this\nI'm never ignorant, getting goals accomplished\nThe underground railroad on an uprise\nThis time the truth's gettin' told, heard enough lies\nI told em fight back, attack on society\nIf this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be\nIf you investigate you'll find out where it's comin' from\nLook through our history, America's the violent one\nUnlock my brain, break the chains of your misery\nThis time the payback for evil sh** you did to me\nThey call me militant, racist cause I will resist\nYou wanna censor somethin', motherf**er censor this\nMy words are weapons, and I'm steppin' to the silent\nWakin' up the ma**es, but you claim that I'm violent\n[Verse 2 - 2Pac]\nThe cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me\nCall me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats\nJacked by the police, didn't have my ID\nI said, \"Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?\"\nHe had tha nerve to say that I had a curfew\nGet out the car, or I'll hurt you\nSo here I go, I better make my mind up\nPick my nine up or hit the line-up\nI chose B, stepped into the streets\nThe first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat\nThey grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete\n\"What you doin' man?\", They tried to frame me\nThey tried to say I had some dope in the back seat \n\n\n\nBut I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend\nMy homie panicked, he tried to run\nI heard a bullet fire from the cop's gun\nMy homie dropped so, I hit the cop\nI kept swingin', yo, I couldn't stop\nBefore I knew it, I was beatin' the cop senseless\nThe other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless\nNow I'm against this cop who was racist\nGiven him a taste of tradin' places\nAnd all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin' this\nFrame up, but I came up, now they claimin' that I'm violent\n[Verse 3 - 2Pac]\nAs I was beatin' on the cop, I heard a gun click\nThen the gun shot, but I wasn't hit\nI turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand\nHe shot the cop, now he's a dead man\nI said, come on, it's time for us to get away\nThey called for backup, and they'll be on their way\nJumped in the car, and tried to get away quick\nThe car wouldn't start, we in deep sh**\nSo we jumped out\nWe drove a little ways thinkin' that we got far\nBut I looked up and all I saw was blue lights\nIf I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight\nI grabbed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge\nLoad em up quick, it's time for us to spray\nWe'll shoot em up with they own f**in' weapons\nAnd when we through sprayin', then we steppin'\nThis is a lesson to the rednecks and crooked cops\nYou f** with real n***as, get ya f**in' a** dropped\nSo here we go, the police against us\nDark as dusk, waitin' for the guns to bust\nWhat's next, I don't know and I don't care\nOne things fo' sho', tomorrow I won't be here\nBut if I go, I'm takin' all these punks with me\nPa** me a clip G, now come and get me\nYou wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent\nGivin' them a reason (a reason)\nTo claim that I'm violent",
    "2pac - Visions of Me Dead (REMIX) lyrics": "[Intro]\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nGod bless the dead, and buried\nn***a, don't worry\nIf you see God first\nTell him sh** got worse\nI ain't mad\nI know you representing the crew\nAnd I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew\nf** the world, pain was a part of the game\nIf you a baller, money went as quick as it came\nMy role models - gone or they locked in the pen\nStraight hustlers, caught up in the whirlwind\nThe other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy\nSaying sh** don't stop n***a no pity\nWe all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams\nMoney making motherf**ers plot scandalous schemes\nIn the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind\nI was addicted to trying, never meant to do time\nMy epitaph, will read, was the last of G's\nKicked the sh** to make the white man bleed\nGod bless the dead\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nI see visions of me dead, lord are you there?\nA closed casket at my funeral, and no one's there\nIs there a heaven for a k**er? I change my ways\nAnd every day, I'm a hustler, getting paid\nI see visions of me dead, lord are you there?\nA closed casket at my funeral, and no one cares\nIs there a heaven for a G?\nI'm telling you now, you motherf**ers don't know me\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nThe motherf**ing dust kicker, who can you trust?\nDo have you the heart to see a n***a\nBefore you bust?\nMy name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes\nBusting motherf**ers out the box, I ain't even gone\nNow how the hell do you explain, my claim to fame \n\n\n\nFrom doing flicks to busting tricks out the f**ing frame\nGot these b**hes on my jock, n***as on my block\nJealous a** s**ers, got em ducking from my smoking Glock\nAnd busting n***as a**es to stay alive\nSkinny a** player watching bigger motherf**ers fry\nThey ask me how I'm living? I'm a hustler\nBucking busters, 'til they die\nNow it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard?\nn***as got they AK's heading for the burbs\nAiming at them skin-head b**hes let it rain\nGiving em a wet welcome to the house of pain!\n[Hook: 2Pac]\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nBut still I'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed\nAs I laugh, pushing the gas while my Glocks blast\nWe was young and we was dumb, but we had heart\nIn the dark, will we survive through the bad parts?\nMany dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes\nNo hesitation in extermination of these snitches\nEnvious b**hes, they still continue to pursue me\nA couple of movies, now the whole world's trying to screw me\nEven the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?\nBut stay true, sipping 22's of brew\nAnd now media is trying to test me\nGot the press asking questions, trying to stress me\nMisery is all I see, that's my mind state\nMy history with the police will shake the crime rate\nMy main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped\nTwo- Two strikes slipped got arrested and flip\nHe screamed \"thug life\"\n[Hook: 2Pac]",
    "2pac - Wake Me When I'm Free lyrics": "* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists\n[Babatunde Olatunji]\nPlease.. wake me when I am free\nI cannot bear captivity\nWhere my country, I am told, \"Hold no significance\"\nI waited and died in ignorance\nBut my inner eye can see, a race\nWho reigned as king in another place\nThe green trees were rich and full\nAnd every man spoke of beautiful men and women together as equals \n\n\n\nWar was gone because all was at peace\nBut now like a nightmare, I woke to see\nThat I live like a prisoner of poverty..\nPlease.. wake me when I am free\nI cannot bear captivity\nFor, I would rather be stricken blind\nThan to live without expression of mind\n{*Babatunde Olatunki begins to speak in another language*}",
    "2pac - Wake Me When I'm Free - Sikiru Adepoju lyrics": "Please, wake me when I am free\nI cannot bear activity\nWhere my couch, I am told, \"Hold no significance\"\nI waited and died in ignorance\nBut my inner eye can see, erase\nWho reigned as king in another place\nThe green trees were reached from fall\nAnd every man spoke of beautiful men and women together as people War was gone because all was at peace \n\n\n\nBut now like a nightmare, I woke to see\nThat I live like a prisoner of poverty Please, wake me when I am free\nI cannot bear activity\nFall, I will have a ?, stricken blind\nThan to live without expression of mind",
    "2pac - Wanted Dead Or Alive lyrics": "Got me up against the fence, back against the wall\nGet to actin' like a fool, cause ain't no justice for the dog\nGot to take it out on all why'all, better read the papers\nAll my homies goin' crazy baby only God could save us\nGot my, min on currency hurry see I ain't worried\nIt's a gangsta party, so Bad Boy gettin buried\nSnoop Dogg, why they fantasize? (fantasize)\nWhen we ride, it's a must havin' sets die, every time\nYes yes why'all, not $hort but Snoop Dogg\nAnd you know it's like that why'all\nI'm so smooth about my paper check it just how it's done\nI'm servin any on a platter Snoop Dogg Corleone\nCorleone, now do you know what that mean?\nA Teflon Don to this hip-hop game, super supreme\nIt's like what happen can happen but will it stop\nThat won't happen I'm feelin' good about the mission for jackin'\nA yo partner, can you feel me?\nWhy these fools, tryin ta k** me?\nIt's so hard to stay focused on my eyes and prize\nBut if I don't, the Dogg won't survive\nWe ballin' in my opinion eternal was wild wheel spinnin\nOne sip a minute is represented for five minutes\nTwo of the livest wanted dead or alive\nWe riders inventors because we ain't quiet and watch the G's ride\nTwo of Americas Most, straight out the West Coast\nBow down fool, this is d**h Row\nBeen waitin' way too long, bust out the pen, now it's on\nSee man, Snoop Dogg, time to bone\nAin't nuttin changed too down to hang I slang a bang with a rhyme\nMe and the homey Pac trippin' d**h Row on knobs\nGon survive by Eastside of DPG's\nStill creepin bump through the hood, always involved in the streets \n\n\n\n(Westside!) Snoop Doggy Dogg homey, did you forget who I was\nThe Big Homey to you, there it is and there it was\nNow take a look through the eyes of G\nAnd just ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat\nAll my homies tellin', me, ain't no love for a real G\nYou straight cowards all you playa haters k** me\nThrow up your hands if you feel me\nWe gettin' dollars homey Holla If You Hear Me\nIt's one time for my comrades doin' bad lockdown\nFresh out bust the top and bounce drop down\nCan you visualize perfection?\nCause every rider in my set labeled a vet best in their profession\nDon't hold your breath, stick to Smith and Wessun\nSteady study your lessons to keep the crowd guessin'\nStraight gangsta, why'know?\nMoney to be made, situations get deeper\nn***as always tryin' to creep\nBut I know what time it is\nGangstas, yeah yeah yeah\nYeah, gangstas\nPlay or stay\nYeah, play or stay\nWhy know? Stay a gangsta\nAll my doggs, all my n***as on lockdown, Big Dogg\nIt's for you n***a\nWe gonna ride this motherf**er till the wheels fall off\nYeah yeah\nPlay or stay\nYeah, play or stay\nYeah yeah, play or stay\nYeah yeah, d**h Row!\nYeah yeah, my n***a 2Pac rest in peace\nDogg Pound\nDippin' real hard why know what I'm sayin'?\nYeah yeah, stay down\nGangsters gangsters\nFoe life, Eastside!\nWestside of the coast\nYeah, Eastside!\nFor all my soldiers\nYeah\nWhere ya at?\nYeah\nWhy know? Yeah\nStay down\nFor real\nWhy know? What it look like?\nWhat it feel like?\nIt ain't easy, why know? d**h Row",
    "2pac - War Games lyrics": "[2Pac]\nn***as playing deadly motherf**in' war games (deadly war games)\nThat n***a rappin' about my motherf**in' life!\nI'm talking to you, n***a (fake-a** motherf**er)\nThe f** you talkin' about\nLet's get it on now\nHe got shot and left the hospital the same day\nBring the noise\nWhen? What month, motherf**er? (Y'all motherf**ers soft as jelly) What motherf**in' month?\nBring the noise\nHow you talkin' about gattin' and shootin'\nYou ain't firm n***a, you soft\nWhere the f** do these n***as live where all this sh** be goin' down?\nSoft a** n***a\nf** your clique n***a\nYou want to know how I did this sh**?\nBunch of skinny motherf**ers\nYou want to know how real my sh** is?\nn***a, go read the motherf**in' newspaper, you trick-a** n***a\n[2Pac]\nHeyyyyyyy, huh\nHow many broke-down rappers got some sh** to say?\nI sit and strategize, in due time, them b**hes pay\nPlus all day, I puff weed till my eyes bleed red\nUndercover tactics, leave my enemies dead\nCheck this, I know you n***as got no love for me\nBut how the f** your whole clique turn to thugs, homie?\nLike misdemeanors, it's a small thang\nYou n***as ain't ready for war, let my balls hang\nBust it, I took apart your whole crew, lack heart, I ain't concerned\nI bust at Bad Boy, Mobb Deep and murder The Firm\nWhen you scream \"Fake thugs,\" who the f** you mean?\nGet more cream than all of y'all, n***a, f** your team\nNow Dre want to switch sides, tricks hide in war\nLast year, I'd shed tears, but I don't cry no more\nPlus Jay-Z tried to play me, won't last long\nGo ask King Sun how it feel to have your a** gone\nListen Doo-Wop, don't get your sh** knocked, you can't win\nTell 'em all to let the games begin, we havin' war games\nYeah n***a, y'all n***as can't fade this sh**\nGot shot 5 times, got out of jail on bail\nAnd sold 5 million\nSold more records then all you trick motherf**ers put together\nMore then the Firm, more then Bad Boy, murder Mobb Deep\nMore then all you b**h made n***as\n[Napolean]\nNow won't you just, signal me\nBefore you try to take another one of my folks\nTook they breath so they choke\nAnd I know I did a lot of dirt\nBut grand said it wouldn't hurt\nMy d**h is comin', cause I feel it, smell it\nWhen I work, did you see me\nComin' up I tried to take it easy\nPlan at the wrong place, at the wrong time\nI leave you with a broken mind\nYa whole block is f**ed\nWhole family is cryin', when the guns go bust\nI went from Jersey to Cali, n***a\nI seen it all, when n***as get they head busted\nAnd didn't fall\n[E.D.I. Amin]\nHuh, yeah\nI be that young n***a, EDI, Amin, huh\nRappers is fixin' to come up short\nIf ya don't come clean\nCheck it, I'm at home watchin', sh**tin', sittin'\nAnd I see some n***as on a T.V. line, what a pity\nAin't nothin' but a copy, of a copy\nReincarnation of an imitation, sloppy\nDon't even know you got these white folks laughin' at cha\nHow the hell, you gonna base your lifestyle after a movie character\nI'm dumpin' back at cha\nHuh, fully loaded and you can quote it\nThug n***as casket is ridin' roll it\n[Young Noble]\nI'm hell-bound, One Nation\nMy destination is jail bound\nPenetration to get ya n***as shot down, it's my town\nPut your B'9s and Glocks down\nOutlawz drop down\nShuttin' your whole spot down \n\n\n\nWe rock towns daily\nSippin' on the baileys with thug pa**ion\nMashin' with Mr. Makaveli, so tell me\nWhich one of y'all n***as want the war to be civilized?\nIll as k**a keise and I be co*kin' in your enterprise\nCriminalize, thoughts\nWhen I be thinkin' draw fast, haul a**\nWhen you see a n***a reachin' for what, the heater\nBack streets I know, critically in Italy\nLike Bellissimo\nBut down in Mexico, policio try to track me\nTransform my Jersey army to some k**a' Cali\nKhaki so Kadafi back me\n[Yaki Kadafi]\nEhhhhhhhh yoooooo\nThey wanna strangle me and trap me\nAngle to angle, blast me (ride on these b**hes)\nSo you n***as can't match me (hehe)\nWhen it comes to the chips (that's right)\nWe flip and co*k back like a fifth\n(Eh yo, Kadafi keep a gat on these, while I do it)\n[2Pac]\nAfter the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain\nEven though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again\nTime to make it yo; my military be prepared for them bustaz\nSimilar to, n***as that scary, get too near me we rushin'\nVisions of over-packed prisons, visions and n***as thug livin'\nPressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us\nThey pull the heater ammunition it cranks, ssshhh\nMove without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place\nThey got me fiendin' for currency, the money be callin'\nIt's like I'm - dreamin', see in season me ballin'\nParticipated in felonious behavior\nco*k the co*ked fo'-five, snatchin' n***as pagers\nLabelled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit\nWe started out drinkin' 40's, moved to harder sh**\nGod damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no one\nn***a got my own plan, WATCH ME, uh\n[Outro 2Pac and Yaki Kadafi]\nEhhhhhhhhhhhh yooooooooo\nOoooooo oooooo\nGet that money n***a\nYo n***a come here come here n***a\nCome on come on, wha**up wha**up\nEh yooooooo\nYo n***as down the block, yo yo\nEhhhh yoooooo\nThat n***a Mu ridin in a hot car\nYo that n***a Mu got a stolen car\nYo, eh yo, Mu got a stolen car, oh sh**\nEh Mu, that n***a bout too, eh yo\nWatch out, that n***a rollin in stolen\nHhahahehehehahahahaha\nJersey style n***a (that's right n***a)\nThat n***a Mu crazy as f**\nThat n***a Mu, rollin' in stolen\nn***a doin' donuts in the middle of the street\nK diggity watch out watch out\nEh, yo K, hahahahehehe look at the n***a\nLook at that, K drinkin' a gallon of f**in' Tanqueray\nThat n***a ain't no f**in' joke (motherf**er)\nEh K, eh Malcolm watch out the police, n***a\nPolicia, watch out n***a, you rollin' weed right in front of the f**in police\nStupid n***a hahahahahahaha\nEh yo Yak, you got weed?\nI don't know man, I had some\nWho got the strap\nI lost, I lost the herb running motherf**er\nWhere the strap at n***a?\nI got the strap\nEh yo who dat? Eh yo who dat, who dat? Eh yo who dat?\nWatch out, watch out, watch out, watch out\nYo, yo, yo, eh yo, eh yo, eh yo\nEh, yo why you let that n***a come through the block?\nn***a not supposed to be down there\nEh, Malc come here, come here\nf** wrong wit y'all n***as, man (hehe)\nEh yo, get money\nYo the next one mine yo, next one mine\nYou got that, you got that\nMoneyyyyyyyyyyy\nLet me get down, let me get down, let me get down\nLet me get down\nI just came out here, n***a come on man\nHehe",
    "2pac - War Zone lyrics": "[Beats by DJ Creep]\n[Intro]\nYou have now tuned in to your girlfriend's favorite DJ, DJ Creep\nSubscribe to get the latest hot mixers\n[2Pac]\nWant to know how I did this sh**, want to know how real my sh** is, n***a go read the motherf**ing newspaper you trick-a** n***a\nI'm stuck in jail [x3]\n[Verse 1]\nMurderous mind state, can't keep my nine straight\nSipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break\nShow up and motherf**ers bow down, recognize\nWestside, d**h Row, Outlaw riders\nUntouchable mob of pistol packers\nWell known felons, labeled for drug selling, merciless jackers\nForever buzzed roll with thugs and dons\nCommence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog\nWho wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he sleeping\nMy mini-fourteen murdering n***as while they creeping\nDuck or you a** out, drink till you pa** out\nAin't scared to die, drunk driving in my gla**house\nn***as is under me, they b**hes come to me\nThey heard the stories n***a, now they want to really see\nBomb first my motto is fully guaranteed\nn***as is player haters, label them my enemies, I'm dumpin'\n[Hook]\nUntouchable riders, murdering n***as\n(Eminem)You'll never stop me!)\nHa! Scared to die\n(Eminem)You'll all get shot!)\n[Verse 2: Biggie]\nThe country bud got me chokin'\nI'm on a mission to the point that motherf**ers think I'm smokin'\nYeah that sick n***a Biggie wit the 8 shot fifth\nWit the extra clip for that extra sh** \n\n\n\nDon't you know that k**ing is thrilling\nAll the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing\nA born gangster my daddy was a thug\nHad a .38 with the hollow point slug\nSo when he licked shots\nn***as dropped quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor\nA little n***a tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes\nPayin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's for me\nNow I'm much older, colder, f** a holster\nGot the Mac .11's swingin' from my shoulder\nIt's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain\nI'm livin' in a house of pain\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nMy n***as crooked though it seems\nMy every single thought is caught up in collecting cream\nA made n***a; picture me dying in a blaze of gun fire\nWill not retire til I'm paid, turn the base up higher\nWhen we ride, we fly by, b**hes blow me kisses\nn***as from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches\nFrom Crenshaw to 125, and Do or Die\nRolling with n***as from Long Beach to Long Isl'\nI hardly smile cause my heart froze\nOnce I; commence my show rip apart foes\nAnd now I, got One Nation it's a crooked compilation\nJust to end the bullsh**, let's get back to money making\nTell them busters that I rolled on controlling the house\nMy sh** is so wicked when I flip, n***as closing their mouth\nThe Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot the BDI Thug\nGreg Nice, L.S., Asu, so show a n***a love, Outlaw!\n[Hook]",
    "2pac - Watch Ya Mouth lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nYou heard it wrong n***a, ain't nothing sweet about my techniques\nyou checkin' for my breathless quotes I wrote deadly\nMy history so thoroughly involves destruction\nn***az left with their a** bleedin', lyrical f-cking\nOpen up, first to bust, let me see your heart\nturn the lights down, cause I might clown in the dark\nWhen I check for the Heartz of Men what do we find?\nn***az watchin' for my pockets, planning plots on mine\nAm I blind? Let my rhymes speak, for me in history\na legend you define me\nDon Makaveli b**h bow down to d**h Row\nF-ck what you say we untouchable now that we done shook Doc Dre\nHe ain't made a beat in six years, swear he the sh**\nWon't get no record sales s**in' Nas dick\nLet me get my preach on n***a drop the beat, I get my freak on\nThe wrong one for you to speak on\nMotherf-cker watch ya mouth\n[Verse 2]\nLook I heard Nas got beef cause I'm dissin' his clique, cool\ncome bring your a** n***a you can get dissed\nI worldwide steady war rappin',\nGet your cash on n***a, five times platinum\nWhat's that?\nDe-La got a problem with this hard sh**\never since \"me myself and I\", y'all been garbage\nI'm gonna keep it real, show you how it feels to ride \n\n\n\nY'all went three feet and stopped risin'\nWendy Williams is a fat b**h, that's the truth\nI got a jar full of n***as nuts that's for you\nLet the Westside Eastside drama seize\nI'll come alone to your own streets, Outlaw\nPrepare for panic when I unleash\nn***as is lucky if they leave here in one piece\nQueen Puff never had no heart to start\nSo how the hell Biggie Smalls get the part?\nWatch ya mouth\n[Verse 3]\nWhat I bring to you is hard core, the very essence of my poetry\nDyslexic so you backward a** n***as will notice me\nThe only G to bleed for the sh** I bring\nAnd swing hard on motherf-ckers that's my thing\nVocally I'm pure so you O.D. tryin' to throw me\nDon't get ya life took tryin' to run with ya homies, y'all know me\nSame n***a so quick to blast\nOn this worldwide mash, trying to get some cash\nHolla my name and the game will follow\nWait and I'll murder these snakes tomorrow\nBunch of washed up jealous a** punk though\nQuit bullsh**ting Pac, flip the promo\nMakaveli rise, all you n***as die when I come\nI'll do some fly sh** and be done\nThey say Pac ain't got love for the eastside\nYou a lying motherf-cker, n***a we ride\nWatch ya mouth",
    "2pac - We Are Not Afraid (Remix) lyrics": "[The Notorious B.I.G]\nAfter realizin, to master enterprisin\nI ain't have to be in school by ten, I was in\nBegan to encounter, with my counter... parts\nI holla burn the block apart, break it down into sections\nDrugs by the selection, some use pipes, others use injections\nSyringe sold separately, Frank the deputy\nQuick to grab my Smith & Wesson, like my dick was missin'\nTo protect my position, my corner, my layer\nWhile we out here, say the hustlas prayer\nIf the game shakes me or breaks me\nI hope it makes me a better man\nTake a better stand. Put money in my moms hand\nGet my daughter this college plan, so she don't need no man\nStay far from timid\nOnly make moves when your heart's in it\nAnd live the phrase Sky's The Limit\n[Hook]\nWhy do you keep\nOn whispering\nTalking with your face turned away\nYou say that love\nDon't come easy for you\nWhat makes you think I'm not afraid?\n[2Pac]\nEver since I met you I could beat the pressure\nIt's like your man don't understand\nAll he does is stress ya\nI can see your state of misery from the introduction\nIt ain't about no s**in' and touchin', just harmless discussion\nMaybe we can see a better way, find a brighter day\nLate night phone conversations would that be OK?\nI don't wanna take up all your time, be the next in line\nTell me your size, let me find you things with you in mind\nI can see you're cautious and I'm careful not to scare you\nBut anticipation of love making got you shaking when im standin' near you \n\n\n\nNews of precision will prepare ya in case you get scared\nJust ask the man in the mirror\nNow the picture's gotten clearer all he does is hit you hard\nI tell you to leave him and you tell me keep my faith in God\nI don't understand, I just wanna bring ya home\nI wonder should I leave you alone and find a woman of my own\n[Hook]\nWhy do you keep\nOn whispering\nTalking with your face turned away\nYou say that love\nDon't come easy for you\nWhat makes you think I'm not afraid?\n[The Notorious B.I.G]\nA n***a never been as broke as me, I like that\nWhen I was young I had two pairs of Lees, besides that\nThe pin stripes and the gray (Huh huh)\nThe one I wore on Mondays, on Wednesdays\nWhile n***as flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirt and alligators\nYa wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later\nHere come the drama, oh, that's that n***a with the fake, huh, BLAOW!\nWhy you punch me in my face , stay in ya place\nPlay ya position, here come my intuition\nGo in this n***a pocket\nRob him while his friends watchin'\nThat hoes clocking, here comes respect\nHis crew's your crew, or they might be next\nLook at they man eye, BIG man they never try\nSo we roll with em' , stole with em'\nI mean loyalty, n***as bough me milks at lunch\nThe milks was chocolate, the cookies, bu*tercrunch\n[Hook]\nWhy do you keep\nOn whispering\nTalking with your face turned away\nYou say that love\nDon't come easy for you\nWhat makes you think I'm not afraid?",
    "2pac - We Do This lyrics": "[MC Breed talking]\nHey check this out Short, you know what I'm saying?\nYeah you down here in Oakland, you know what I'm saying?\nAnd I'm all up in Michigan, you know what I'm talking about? I need\nTo get up on my pimpin, you know what I'm talking bout? I need to be\nA player nowadays you know what I'm saying? n***as need to know how\nTo play these hoes you know what I'm saying? On the strength, why dont you put me up on that pimpin sh**?\n[Short Dawg]\nI do it like the best of the greatest, not the worst\nLike welfare day, can't stop the first of the month\nCan't stop Short Dawg neither\nGot a good ho n***as sure better keep her\nCause I'm on the prowl, all the time\nTryin knock every b**h so they all be mine\nAnd I ain't never, ever gone change my ways\nDrop a few lines, leave a b**h in a daze\nHave her homegirls wonderin what she do\nf**ed around and gave me that p**y too\nI be doin this sh** on a regular basis\nGot b**hes everywhere in all kind of places\nI can pull out my little black phone book\nFlip every last page take a long look\nThan pull out a b**h, like a rabbit out a hat\nn***a if I want, I can have it like that\nf** two or three b**hes at the same time\nGrab the microphone sing my rhyme\nAbout them same three b**hes that f**ed me good\nUs n***as gotta do what the f** we should when we want to\nI might pa** it\nSo get bu*t naked, shake that a** b**h\nI'm bout as real as the stones in my diamond rings\nYou can hate my guts, but I'm gone do these things, b**h\n[MC Breed and (Too Short) talking]\nLike that Short? Uhh, can't take shorts just cause your name Short\nMatta fact Imma quit taking shorts man\n(Spit a little game to em Breed)\n[MC Breed]\nAhhh why have a nine, when I can have a ten?\nIf she ain't Lickin up the nuts, while I'm gone holler at her friend\nb**h, ain't no time for me to teach her\nRather have an everyday ho, that umm knows how to treat a n***a\nThinkin if she ain't lickin me up\nI'm givin her to Short, cause he don't give a f**\nDo yourself a favor and quit callin my house\nIf you really don't want this n***a to put this dick in your mouth\nUmm, have you seen my b**h?\nI ain't seen her, but if I do she gets dick\nThat's what I'm givin her just like that\nTo the front and back, nothing but the bozack\nThe second she get lonely, feelin she can get her money\nAnd she run to f** her own ignorant homey\nYou a lost cause, yellin pause when they drop the draws\nIts's entrapment, have yo n***a breakin n***a laws\nBut it ain't a matter of mentality, it's reality\nOpen your eyes, realize b**hes ain't nothin but a casuality\nBut a factor to a n***a wanting f**in time\nShe's just an everday, don't wanna catch her f**in mine\nb**h ain't mine, so I thought you knew this\nb**h this is how I do this\n[Mc Breed talking]\nShort I know you ain't done explaining, you know what I'm saying?\nPimpin is an all american sport, you know what I'm saying? A lotta\nPeople and got that down pat yet but uh why dont you explain it out for em\n[Short Dawg]\nYou can call eight ball in the corner when you shootin pool \n\n\n\nBut when you play the game of life, ain't no stupid rules\nGotta go for yours at all times\nCause if you don't, n***a yours will be mine\nAnd I won't go to bed early, won't sleep too late\nAnd I'll never take a punk a** b**h on a date\nThey say Too Short baby why you talk so bad?\nJust a player a** n***a and that's all I rap about\nb**hes, hoes and all that sh**\nShe got my number, if she beep me I might call the b**h\nAnd go diggin in them guts like a gardener\nIf she starts screamin, I'm gone f** the ho harder\nJust havin fun with the b**h, as she sprung on my dick\nGuess I'll pull it out and just cum on the b**h\nAnd from New Year's Day to New Year's Eve\nAnd everyday in between I will do these things, I don't stop b**h\n[Mc Breed talking]\nHahahaha, that n***a Short, uh uh yeah uh\n[MC Breed]\nI like to go to the club mix and mingle\nn***a plays his dick like a 12 inch single\nYeah, so what you b**hes wanna do?\nStep to me you gots to do my crew, first\nWhen I rehearse I change rearrange\nMy mentality will bring you to reality\nYou on me like cologne 'til now\nI feel it's time for us to bone\nSo I look and pimp the background\nLook, listen put the b**h on lockdown\nYeah you hangin out with me tonight\nEverythings alright, but a n***a wanna fight\nDamn, that's a real player hater for ya\nf** it, I'll be waitin for ya\n[Father Dom]\nI'm droppin lines like a mother f**in pimp at this sh**\nI'm gettin hoes out they clothes cause I'm good at this sh**\nThey callin me the p**y jammer cause I'm breakin hoes off\nSee I'm paid to be boss, I'm kickin back at no cost\nNever slackin, just mackin, money stackin that's my motto\nWith so much game they want to play me like the lotto\nTip the bottle, now I'm drunk as a skunk\nHigh off the dank, but I can't front\nSee I'm never being senile\nSee I'm smooth as a nail on a fingernail file\nKeepin it wild, but in the meanwhile we the coolest\nSure enough this how we do this\n[2Pac]\nI'm fingerf**in' with my diamonds\nNow peep a n***a climbin' the charts\nAin't no fear in my heart, I represent it from the start\nIndeed, my momma raised me as a G from birth\nBe a hustler motherf**er 'til I sees my hearse\nNo doubt, I bust a shot for all my n***as in jail\nAll the young black males, that gotta slang yayo\nCause it's a hard life n***a only thugs survive\nAin't no love, unless a n***a slangin' d** or high\nConversations with these b**hes on my mobile\nAlways in control and never let these b**hes know you\nAnd even though I'm gettin high, a thug n***a gettin by\nCatchin' b**hes spittin' lies, I'm gettin' mine\nAll day, I puff a blunt and parlay and sometimes if we party\nGettin my dick licked twice\nAnd d**h to a trick's life, we can pursue this 'til my sh**'s right\nWent from havin' fantasies, to havin' hoes leave they man for me\nThere is no realer man than me\nThe city of Oaktown laced me with my first case\nWhen them punk police tried to break me\nDidn't think the sh** was cute, so I got a lawsuit\nAnd made them punk police buy my coupe\nThis is how we do this",
    "2pac - We Ride (Remix) lyrics": "(Ride)\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\n(We die)\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\nIt's real late about quarter to one\nI'm thinking of everything what we've become\nAnd I hate it, I thought we could make it\nBut I'm ready to jet this, just wanna forget about it\nI saw her pictures in the letters she sent\nYou had me thinkin' you were out with your friends\nI'm so foolish, playin' me like I'm stupid\n'Cause I thought it was just you and I, oh\nNow I look back on the time that we spent\nAnd I see it in my mind playin' over and over again\n'Cause boy right now you got me breakin' down\nAnd I just can't figure out why but this is what you said\n(We ride)\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\n(Till we die)\nWe used to say\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\n(We ride)\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\n(Till we die)\nBoy I remember what you used to say\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\nVisions in my mind of the day that we met\nYou showed me things that I'll never forget\nTook me swimmin' in the ocean\nYou had my head up in the clouds\nMade me feel like I'm floating, yeah\nYou think I'm playin' when you know it's the truth\nNobody else can do it quite like I do\nAll my kisses and my lovin'\nBut ain't nobody better than us, yeah yeah\nNow I look back on the time that we spent\nAnd I see it in my mind playin' over and over again\n'Cause boy right now you got me breakin' down\nAnd I just can't figure out why you said\n\n\n\n(We ride)\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\n(Till we die)\nWe used to say\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\n(We ride)\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\n(Till we die)\nBoy I remember what you used to say\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\nI guess it's over indefinitely\nBut you and I know it's not that easy\nTo let go of everything that we planned\nAnd start all over again, hey\nJust blame yourself 'cause you blew it\nI won't forget how you do it, my sweet baby\nThis is where the game ends now\nBut somehow wanna believe you and me\nWe can figure it out\n(We ride)\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\n(Till we die)\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\nWanna make you say boy\nI wish that you could hold me when I'm lonely\nWhen I need someone to talk to you would phone me\nJust like everything you told me\n(When we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die)\nBoy, you forgot about the promises you made me\nAnd now we'll let the memories just fade away\nBut I remember what you used to say\n(When we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die)\n(We ride)\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\n(Till we die)\nWe used to say\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\n(We ride)\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\n(Till we die)\nBoy I remember what you used to say\nWhen we ride, we ride, it's till the day that we die\n(We ride)",
    "2pac - Welcome To d**h Row lyrics": "[Dr. Dre]\nThis is dedicated to the n***as that was down from day one\nWelcome to d**h Row\n[Chorus: Jewell]\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (d**h Row)\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (Don't you know....)\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (d**h Row)\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row...\n[Verse 1: Danny Boy]\nNow my people in the ghetto\nI think it's about time, a new breed has arrived\nSo please get your groove on\nAnd to all that's against us, we really ain't offensive\nYou ought to be sanctified\nIf you know what I know about the people stranded on d**h Row\nYou might wanna ride\n[Chorus: Jewell]\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (Rock on)\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (Brothers and sisters...)\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (People on d**h Row) (Rock on)\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (Uhhh hooooee)\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nDon't never underestimate the power of brothers\nConvicted fellons and g**ners from outta the gutta\nWe saw our chance, so we crept slow\nMe and Danny Boy stranded on d**h Row, for real though\nMoney makin', allergic to playa haters and cowards fakin'\nTricks come and get their pictures taken (d**h Row)\nThere ain't nuthin' left to say but brother pray\nTry to keep ya head up and look for better days\nOn d**h Row..\n[Chorus: Jewell]\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (That's right... y'all know what time it is..hehehe)\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (yeah, yeah... this one's for the og's, all the hardheads, the knuckleheads,)\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (the squares, the g's, the gangsters, the thugs)\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (the ones that wants to go to church, the ones that wants to go to jail, you know what time it is) \n\n\n\n[Interlude: 2Pac]\nJust throw ya hands up and feel good with this one right here\nThis' your boy 'Pac, spittin' out for my homeboy Danny Boy\nLet y'all know what time is it here on d**h Row\nWe stranded but we lovin', can't understand it\nY'all need to peep how we rollin'\nIt ain't nothing wrong, can you see it, baby?\nCan you picture me rollin' on this old d**h Row track?\nCan you see it? haha...\nOn d**h Row\nAyo Danny Boy, you know you're finna go platinum and plus boy\nYou better keep hittin' em with that smoking heat, hehehe\nI see you on tour big baby\nYou know what room I'm in man\nI'm out\n[Danny Boy]\nDanny Row is in the air\nYeahaeaheaeah-Yeah\n[Chorus: Jewell]\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (That's my homie Troy, youknowI'msayin'?)\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (Rouchelle)\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (Stacey)\nPeople in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row... (We just wanna tell you a little bit about d**h Row)\n[Outro: Danny Boy]\nBig Suge\nGood luck and out\nDre\nMy boy 'Pac\nGood lookin' baby on that track, youknowI'msayin' we do this man\nTo the Dogg Pound, Snoop\nMichel'le, Sam Sneed\nAnd to my father above\nGod\nI'm thankful for everything\nAnything that you givin' me\nAnd to all of my inmates\n(People in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row...)\nWe're looked down right here, right here on d**h Row, that's where we at, and like Dre said..\n(People in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row...)\nI know your bobbin' your head, hehe\n(People in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row...)\nC'mon now... People in the ghetto\n(People in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row...)\nTo the engineer Dave, what's up? Keep it goin'\n(People in the ghetto, don't you know it's d**h Row...)\nReg you know you helped me......",
    "2pac - What Can I Offer Her? lyrics": "All of my life I dreamed of meeting one\nwith immense beauty, and once I found her\nI would charm her and she'd be mine\nforever.\nI have found her and indeed she is all\nI wished for and more but she is\nnot charmed nor intrigued. Then I \n\n\n\nthink 2 myself \"What can I offer her?\"\nThe tears warm my eyes and blur my\nvision. I stick 2 my stance of bravado\nand give her the same uninterested look\nshe gave me. She was so beautiful\nBut what can I offer her",
    "2pac - What Goes On (unreleased) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nMouse Man and The Wycked!\nYo, check this out\nI need a verse from each of y'all and I'mma do a verse\n[Chorus: sample]\nSo what really goes on\nSo what really goes on\nSo what really goes on\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nMama raised me crazy\nCritics should've k**ed me as a baby\nCause now I'm 21, you can't fade me\nYeah, I'm gettin' major paid, check my pager\nPoppin' mo' game than a Sega\nSharp as a razor\nRollin' Cherokee and not a Blazer\nf** the 5-0, watch for lasers\nInfrared beam boomin' at ya dome cause it's on\nOne shot from the Glock and he's gone\nTell me: what goes on in the city?\nThat's colder than a dope fiend's titty\nTestin' 1, 2 , testin' 1, 2\nGet a grip, b**h, come and get a whiff of this old slick sh**\nYou think ya movin', but ya dreamin'\nn***a, \"Oaktown, Oaktown\" is what they screamin'\nUh, I'm doin' flicks, gettin' rich, f** the Grammys\nHand on my jammy, word to granny\nWhat goes on\n[Chorus: sample]\nSo what really goes on\nSo what really goes on\nSo what really goes on\n[Verse 2: The Wycked]\nI gotta ask y'all a question:\nWhat's the point of a n***a steppin' to the front\nIf ya plan is on 'fessing?\nAnd I guess that some n***as don't know\nFrontin' like a b**h have ya size double-cut low\nI know a bro who stuck like Chuck in the middle of some sh**\nAlways over grip\nScratchin' and make a n***a k** his momma\nPimp his son, step to his boy with a gun and a stun\nNeed to think that I could be a goner\nVictim of an old school OC from the corner\nI remember the days you used to meet me by the school\nPlayin' flies up\nBut, now, my n***as beggin' wit' a cup\nSo, when I got paid, I hit 'em off well\nMy old school G will lie for me or go to jail\nBut when it came time to show a true color\nHe was ghost and I was lyin' in the gutter\nAyo, now what's goin' on\n[Chorus: sample]\nSo what really goes on \n\n\n\nSo what really goes on\nSo what really goes on\nSo what really goes on\n[Verse 3: Mouse Man]\nThe funk is on, all day and all night long, poppin' cops\n'Til they drop, sideways to the next spot\nGot my UZ hang, extra clip\nIn case some punk b**h wanna rip, he can get some of this\nI duck and dodge longer than fifty n***as deeps in Jeeps\nSmokin' marijuana, rather die than be dishonored\nBustin' left at the precinct and leach down low\nPeelin' caps, so they know who's in control\nI'm gonna see 'em on the door\nRa-ta-tat-ta-tat goes my TEC-9\nCan't barely miss with dip, it's payin' back time\nHarder for every jail than some police and these hypocrites\nEquipped to kick a n***a's a**, hit the drop, move a hat quick\nShoot a cop for every blow, wish Rodney had a fo-fo\nSmokin' cops like indo\nSo, then, maybe their friends know\nStraight outta Oakland, pruck 'em, smoke 'em, make no tuck wit' 'em\nJackin' 'til the break of dawn\nThat's what really goes on\n[Chorus + Outro: sample and back-voicing]\nSo what really goes on (what's goin' on)\nSo what really goes on\nSo what really goes on (what's goin' on)\nSo what really goes on\nSo what really goes on (what's goin' on)\nSo what really goes on\nSo what really goes on (what's goin' on)\nSo what really goes on\nDope fiends titty (tell me)\nWhat goes on in the city?\nThat's colder than a dope fiend's titty, tell me\nWhat goes on in the city?\nThat's colder than a dope fiend's titty, tell me\nWhat goes on in the city?\nThat's colder than a dope fiend's titty, tell me\nWhat goes on in the city?\nThat's colder than a dope fiend's titty, tell me\nWhat goes on in the city?\nThat's colder than dope fiend's titty, tell me\nWhat goes on in the city?\nThat's colder than dope fiend's titty, tell me\nWhat goes on in the city?\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nCan you tell me?",
    "2pac - What Happened lyrics": "Intro:\n[Notorious B.I.G]\nThe f** Happened to the home of the brave\nn***as running off headed to the grave\nBlack president, don't matter\nsh** just getting worst life is shattered\nA land of freedom is flipping out\nAll I want is a life without a doubt\nVerse 1\n[Ice Cube]\nThug life, we all been through it\nLife's a struggle though it's not split\nIlluminati or whatever the f** they go by\nThey the reason why the world so dry\nI'm just a n***a tryna live my life\nEveryday staying away from the tip of a knife\nOr the the fire from a f**ing 9 millimeter\nThis damn Gangasta life is that of a cheater\nI'm starting to think we living in a trash can\nJus' waiting to be swallowed up bu the Klu Klux klan\nVerse 2\n[Notorious B.I.G]\nEvery night sleeping with a common dream\nThat everyone be on the same team\nWhen I die, f** it I wanna go to hell\nCause I'm a piece of sh**, it ain't hard to f**in' tell\nIt don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies\nDressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies \n\n\n\nGod'll prolly have me on some real strict sh**\nNo sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked\nHangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise\nf** that sh**, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\nAll my life I been considered as the worst\nLyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse\nCrime after crime, from d** to extortion\nI know my mother wished she got a f**ing abortion\nVerse 3\n[Ice Cube]\nDope on the corner, look at the coroner\nDaughter is dead, mother is mourning her\nStrayed bullets, AK bullets\nResuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldn't\nBring her back, who got the footage?\nChannel 9, cameras is looking\nIt's hard to channel your energy when you know you're crooked\nBanana clip, split his banana pudding\nI'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding\nI know I'm good at\nDying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst\nb**h how could this get any worse than it is worst\nAmerica might as well be cursed",
    "2pac - What I See! lyrics": "With my eyes closed I can c\nwe have a chance 2 discover ecstasy\nbut the clouds of doubt have made u blind\nbut the clouds of doubt have made u blind\nso u R afraid of the emotions that u may find\nI know that u've been hurt before\nbut this is no excuse 4 u 2 ignore\nthe seed that cupid planted, in hopes that we would sow\nThis infant emotion deserves 2 breathe so why won't u let it grow \n\n\n\nA neglected flower will wither and on its own it will surely die\nBut with honesty, pa**ion, and mutual respect we can Soar Beyond The Sky\nSo please don't follow what u c follow the rhythm within your heart\nBelieve in me though u cannot c what lies within the Dark",
    "2pac - What is it That I Search 4 lyrics": "I know not what I search 4\nBut I know I have yet 2 find it,\nBecause it is invisible 2 the eye\nMy heart must search 4 it blinded.\nAnd if by chance I find it,\nWill I know my mission is achieved? \n\n\n\nCan one come 2 conclusions,\nBefore the question is conceived?\nJust as no one knows\nwhat lies beyond the shore,\nI will never find the answer 2\nwhat it is that I search 4",
    "2pac - What Of A Love Unspoken lyrics": "Alright, alright {*people applauding*} [Tre']\nI know my heart has lied before\nbut now it speaks, with honesty\nof an invisible bond of friendship, that was formed, in secrecy\nComing from me this may seem hard but, but to God I swear - it's truth\nWe are friends for eternity and for-ever I will always love.. you.. [sung]\nWhat of a love unspoken?\nIs it weaker without a name?\nDoes love exist without a title\nbecause I do not share it's name? [Tre']\nAll my life I've dreamed of\nof meeting one with immense beauty and\nand once I found her I would charm her and\nand she'd be mine forever (mine forever)\nI found her and, indeed she is all that I, wished for and more but she\nis not charmed nor intrigued (not charmed, nor intrigued)\nThen I think to myself what.. can I offer her\nThe tears warm my eyes and blur my, vision I \n\n\n\nstick to my stance of bravado and give her\nthe same uninterested look that she, gave, me\n(She was so beautiful) She was so beautiful\nBut what.. can I offer her? You say that you'll love me forever but\nbut what about today?\nAs the dusks become the dawns and the years pa** on will you\nlove me (love me) the same way (the same way)?\nIf so let us rejoice and bathe in this constant pleasure\nIf not spare my heart today and I shall recover before, forever\nAnd if my doubts and questions upset you\n(forgive my fragile heart) forgive my fragile heart\nI just wanted to know if you'd love me forever before today,\nwould start (would you love me.. would you love me..) [sung]\nWhat of a love unspoken?\nWhat of a love unspoken? {*applause and shouting*}",
    "2pac - What Of Fame - Russell Simmons lyrics": "[Russell Simmons]\nThanks for comin out, God bless you, good night... \n\n\n\nWhat of fame?\nAnd never again, are you alone.",
    "2pac - What Of Fame? lyrics": "[Russell Simmons]\nThanks for comin out, God bless you, good night...\nWhat of fame? \n\n\n\nEveryone knows your face, the world screams your name\nAnd never again, are you alone..",
    "2pac - What of Fame? (Poem) lyrics": "everyone knows ure Face\nThe world screams ure name \n\n\n\nNever again R u alone",
    "2pac - What They Die For lyrics": "[Intro:] Fred\nAhh\nPro and Dot What Up\nThe state The state we in\nI mean it used to be better\nWe used to be friendly competition bar for bar\nEverybody pushing their pen\nMuch different now\nI don't Know?\n[Verse: 1 Fred]\nI this close to blowing up (July 1)\nMy sixteen bars is k**er I'm diverse\nOr do search? knowing how my pen work\nThey said Im a breath of fresh air Im like ten certs\nI buy they cd Im skimming through the inserts (come on?)\nThe lack of sk** man I been hurt (been hurt)\nRappers don't want to admit to my face that my work is wet\nSo to ride my wave the surf the net (True!)\nIts disgusting not for nothing\nMe Prez always had these type of discussions\nI mature I spit sick and the cure died in March and September and February remember? (Rest In Piece)\nI still listen to their music Im still learning its different things I could use (sh**!)\nThats why I rhyme the same\nTo make sure y'all ain't die in vain\n[Hook:]\nI think about Big this what he died for\nI think about Pac this what he died for\nI think about Pun this what he died for\nThe hunger in my eyes so this is what Im ride for\nI think about Big this what he died for\nI think about Pac this what he died for\nI think about Pun this what he died for \n\n\n\nThe hunger in my eyes so this is what Im ride for\n[Interlude:] 2Pac\nYou know I feel as thou I'm cheated\nBecause instead of me fulfilling my prophecy,I have to start one\nInstead of me doing a good job and carrying on an empire I have to build one\n[Interlude:] Biggie\nMost n***as they feel like well you see what biggie's\nYou know he has the hat the kangoo and this and you have to be like that\nBut if you don't really want to be like that you don't have to be like that\nYou know what I'm saying\n[Verse 2:]\nI vision that suburban\nEvery March 9 is kind of disturbing\nIm rhymer who's wording is urgent\nFlow live we'll never be a Tie like detergent\nOn the block BM think of Pacs BM (Vegas)\nThinking of them gunshots damn why'd it have to be him\nThats why I spit it street and I spit it A-ccapella cause Pun's heart missed a beat\nIf we don't push it with the pen than f** it, I just feel like we doing them an injustice\nI get it\nThat's word to my grandmother treat everyday like I'm part of making the band brother\nYou see they fear what they don't understand, so they hear my metaphors but they don't understand\nDem punch lines is gonna make them remember me cause I'm going hard in your memory\nGODSON!\n[Hook:]",
    "2pac - What You Won't Do 4 Love lyrics": "(verse 1)\nI lay awake tonight because I want to be with you\nIf you were beside me I'd playful kiss you\nEach time I see you the feeling gets stronger\nWe sit a bit closer and stare alot longer\nReach for my drink and for a second we touch\nWent to mutter I stuttered cause I want you that much\nThe situation is a no win cause he's my best friend\nBut now I'm guilty of falling for his girl friend\nIt's like a trap that I'm sinking into\nI wake up sweaty when I'm sleeping cause I'm thinking of you\nThen we make eye contact and I can't fall back\nTry to shake it but the feeling comes right back\nNow I'm confused cause I'm no Casanova\nBut you keep calling me saying to come over\nWhat do I do you make it hard for me to choose\nWhat I won't do for love\n(Talking)ChorusX3:What you won't Do For Love \n\n\n\n(Verse 2)\nScars tears on your pillow and you still stay\nAs you sit and pray hoping the beatings will go away\nAnd wasn't always a hit and run relationship\nIt use to be love,happiness and companionship\nWay back when he treated you good\nmoved you up to the hills\nOut of the ills of the ghetto hood\nYou felt as though you owed him your life\nIt felt right you said yes and now you're really his wife\nHe got you pregnant but the baby just wouldn't live\nStuff that she couldn't give\nSo things got negative\nAnd that's when a stranger came through\nAnd he's pestering you about the things you couldn't do\nYou said you happy at home right\nBut that's just a lie as you cry through a long night\nUntil I came to rescue you making you choose\nWhat you won't do for love",
    "2pac - What You Won't Do For Love lyrics": "[Intro: Money B, and 2Pac]\nYeah, its another cla**ic ca**ette, Goin Way Back Show, exclusive you know what it is\nWhat you won't do... do for Love...\nHey yo let me rock this, let me rock this, let me rock this, check it out, check it out\nLet me tell you a story about my homie and his girl, you know what I'm sayin'\nSome Love triangle type sh**, we goin' rock this sh** right here\nSo dope beat to you know what I'm sayin'\nWe about to run through this\nSo yo check it out\nSmooth you drop the vocals, and I'll smoke his a**\n[Verse 1]\nI lay awake tonight because I want to be with you\nIf you were beside me I'd playfully kiss you\nEach time I see her, the feeling gets stronger\nWe sit a bit closer and stare a lot longer, huh\nReach for my drink and for a second we touch\nWent to mutter I stuttered cause I want you that much\nThe situation is a no win\nCause he's my best friend\nBut now I'm guilty, I'm fallin' for his girlfriend\nIt's like a trap that I'm sinkin' in to\nI wake up sweaty when I'm sleepin' cause I'm thinkin' of you\nThen we make eye contact and I can't hold back\nTryin' to shake it but the feelin' comes right back\nNow I'm confused, cause I'm no Casanova\nBut you keep callin' me sayin' to come over\nWhat do I do, you make it hard for me to cheat\nWhat I won't do for Love\n[Ad-lib]\nYeah yeah yeah\nWhat you won't do\nAh yeah\n2Pac in the house\n[Verse 2]\nScars, tears on your pillow and you still stay\nAs you sit, and pray hopin' the beatings will go away \n\n\n\nIt wasn't always a hit, and run relationship\nIt used to be Love happiness, and companionship\nWay back when he treated you good\nMoved you up to the hills out the ill's of the ghetto hood\nYou felt as though you owed him your life\nIt felt right so you said yes now your really his wife\nHe got you pregnant but the baby just wouldn't live\nSomething she couldn't give so things got negative\nBut that's when a stranger came through\nAnd he's pesterin' you about the things you couldn't do\nYou say your happy at home, right?\nBut that's just a lie, as you cry through a long night\nUntil I came to rescue you, makin' you chose\nWhat you won't do for Love\n[Outro]\nAnd you don't stop, and you don't stop, in the house, what you won't do for Love\nAnd you don't stop, and you don't stop, what you won't do\nYo Smooth, kick and laugh while we givin' shout outs to my homes' you know what I'm sayin' noow\nShock-G is in the house, yeah\nSchmoovy-Schmoov is in the house, yeah\nKush is in the house, yeah\nRyan-G is in the house, yeah\nClark Gable in the house, yeah\nRick Rocks in the house, yeah\nFuze is in the house\nAnd Money-B, you know he's in the house\nPee Wee is in the house\nThe Underground, is in the house\nAnd the Jaketown is in the house, yeah, in the house\nOaktown, is in the house, Richtown, is in the house, yeah\nWhat you won't do\nWhat you won't do\nDo for Love",
    "2pac - What's Next lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nTell me what the f** am I supposed to do\nNow what's next\nTell me what the f** am I supposed to do\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nCaught up in the middle\nMy life's a riddle\nDon't let it get ya\nI wanna be legal, but it's this hustling that gets me richer\nOne love to my peoples makin' money\nI could see your bubblin' avoid all trouble, beware of devils\nContinue strugglin' cause nothing's impossible\nIf there's a will there's a way\nTo get your mind on official business you could be great\nAnd it's been this way from the cradle to the grave to get paid\nMy n***as do this every f**in' day, we parlay\nThrough politics and conversations\nIt's information to my thug n***as in the congregation\nWatch and bear witness To the pleasures of our participation\nSeparation is self-destruction what's needed is unification\nCause the world ain't hardly scared\nIf not prepared we sure to be buried and be no longer there\nBut no one cares or stand to share\nAll we get is stares\nBecause of fear, we'll evaporate say your prayers\nAnd what's next\n[Chorus: 2Pac & Prince Ital Joe]\n(The struggles continue, I'm strivin' with my crew )\nTell me what the f** am I supposed to do\nWhat's next\n[Verse 2: Mopreme]\nI plant one on his block chicken after chicken\nThere was a time that if you switch, you caught a stitchin'\nAnd the main position statistician and ghetto politician\nMy competition's nail 'em all top of the hill\nMy n***as k** for a thrill\nBut my soul brings the real I'm all balled out\nTryin' to sell the devil the deal\nI'm facin' forty case 'bout to spin a grip\nAnd all my f**in' homies for me for the same sh**\nThe world is a snake pit your homies turn counterfeit\nHow much worser can it get, I'm not even feeling sh**\nI wish I could be legit\nAnd turn this whole thing around\nBut there's no turnin' back\nI'm steadily sinkin' down which way do I go \n\n\n\n[Chorus: Mopreme & Prince Ital Joe]\n(The struggles continue, I'm strivin' with my crew )\nTell me what the f** am I suppossed to do\nWhat's next\n[Verse 3: Big Syke]\nI often wonder will the ways of today ever change\nNow it's like the summer days in the rain we gain\nSo much it held on through stormy weather\nJust your touch and understandin' kept us together\nNo need to swear to stay down\nAt any costs gave me hugs and pounds\nWhen I took that loss you the boss\nIs what you told me and you didn't lie\nPromise to never part until we die\nDon't cry , baby girl, I know the world is crashin' on us\nPlus I thought our relationship was built on trust\nDon't fuss I made mistakes you made mistakes too\nWhat can we do but just think this through\nStay true with me don't mess with my enemies\nBreakin' up is drivin' me crazy\nSo I'm highly occupied with women and my homies\nTo keep me from bein' lonely, so what's next\n[Chorus: Big Syke & Prince Ital Joe]\n(The struggles continue, I'm strivin' with my crew )\nTell me what the f** am I supposed to do\nWhat's next\n[Outro: Prince Ital Joe]\nWhat's next\nSome of them livin' in a booty complex\nTryin' to make the Thug Life crew vex\nSome hate God and some worship checks\nSo tell me what the f**'s comin' in\nIf you spit in the sky it gonna drop in your f**in' eye\nYou'll never miss the water 'till the well runs dry\nReal deep punkster then love a lot\nWhen I clock me Glock some heads gonna fly\nYeah, in case you never know my name is Prince Idol Joe\nKickin' it with the Outlaw Immortal\nThem you there is no true\nSing, remember\nIf you spit in the sky it gonna drop in your f**in' eye\nSo don't disrespect at any aspect\nCause you gonna be a f**in' suspect\nRibits, Yes need some chill\nKnow what I mean love the youth and then them relove\nCatch this",
    "2pac - What'z Ya # Number lyrics": "What'z ya phone number\nNow I could make miracles with pimp hoes.\nIt's instrumental.\nWaitin for the nimphoes.\nThat's the intro.\nShoot when ya rush me.\nWalked up and touched me.\nWhy? Do you want to f** me?\nJust cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True.\nLookin kind a good in your birthday suit.\nI wonder if your wild and ya act shy.\nDo you like to be on top or the back side?\nWatch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips.\nGoddamn, I love that sh**.\nYo, let's stop fakin and be real now.\nI got a room and a hard on. Still down?\nMet ya standin at a bar full of black dudes.\nSaid ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes.\nWhen we head for my hideout, act right.\nBoss playa when I ride out, that's right.\nWhat'z ya phone number?\nIf you really wanna f** with me, I'm ready.\nBaby, let me give you a call.\nHow long will it take to break you off?\n[Repeat once more]\nOh sh**, baby is a dime piece.\nWanted this fine seat.\n?\nIf I see ya right.\nNow she can get me.\nHor didn't wanna talk to me till she see my car.\nNever had sez with a rich rap star\nTill I got her in the back of my homeboy's car.\nTell me, why do we live this way?\nMoney over b**hes.\nLet me here you say:\nWhat'z your phone number?\nAre you alone?\nGot a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone.\nTime for your girlfriend to take you home.\nI had fun,\nBut baby, gotta leave me alone.\nPicture in my rhyme.\nTake time to rewind these ? words I say.\nIf you open your mind,\nBet in a minute you'll find it's time.\nLet the Outlaws play.\nWhat'z ya phone number.\n[Chorus repeats 2X]\n[Girl and Tupac converse]\n[G:] Hello?\n[2:] Hello? who is this?\n[G:] Is this Tupac?\n[2:] This is who?\n[G:] Is this Tupac?\n[2:] Yeah, it's Tupac. Who dis?\n[G:] Hi baby. How are you?\n[2:] I'm aiight. What' up baby?\n[G:] You don't recognize the voice?\n[2:] You recognize my voice, huh?\n[G:] Do you recognize MY voice?\n[2:] Nah, I know you?\n[G:] Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin.\n[2:] Where I know you from? Where I know you from?\n[G:] You just know me, baby. \n\n\n\n[2:] Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you.\n[G:] You know me from when we were, you know, intimate.\n[2:] Oh, we f**ed?\n[G:] Oh baby, did we ever.\n[2:] Oh, tell me about it baby.\n[G:] I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and\nstroked it up and down.\n[2:] OOOOH!\n[G:] Then I put it in my mouth. I f**ed it.\n[2:] Ooh, you did.\n[G:] Ooh, I did.\n[2:] sh**!\n[G:] f**ed it and f**ed it. Put me in. You came.\n[2:] Did I come?\n[G:] Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet?\n[2:] I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out.\nWhat did I do to the p**y? What a n***a do to the p**y?\n[G:] You rocked it.\n[2:] Did I?\n[G:] Yeah, you did.\n[2:] Did I do some of that Thug Pa**ion?\n[G:] Mmmmmm\n[2:] Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though?\n[G:] Me and my finger are gettin aquainted.\n[2:] How many you got?\n[G:] I got ten. But only one is workin.\n[2:] Oh, well can I come over there?\n[G:] If you want to.\n[2:] Do I want to? Do a bear sh** in the woods and\nwipe his a** with a rabbit.\n[G:] Mmm. You gon rock it baby?\n[2:] Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby.\n[G:] ]Like you did before?\n[2:] No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Pa**ion for real.\n[G:] Mmmm, baby.\n[2:] I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500.\nIt ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles.\nGet the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little\nbit of that sh**. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that p**y\nto the next week.\n[G:] Knock it out, baby, knock it out.\n[2:] I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on\nyour head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole\nfeel the best.\n[G:] You know which hole feel the best.\n[2:] We fin to see tonight, though.\n[G:] I'm gon make you remember me.\n[2:] Oh, yeah.\n[G:] Yeah.\n[2:] Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me\nso f**ed up. I'm playin with myself and sh**.\n[G:] Can I shift your gear?",
    "2pac - What'z Ya Phone # lyrics": "What'z ya phone number\nNow i could make miracles with pimp hoes.\nIt's instrumental.\nWaitin for the nyphos.\nThat's the intro.\nShook when ya rush me.\nWalked up and touched me.\nWhy? do you want to f** me?\nJust cuz i'm paid in the worst way? true.\nLookin kind a good in your birthday suit.\nI wonder if your wild and ya act shy.\nDo you like to be on top or the back side?\nWatch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips.\nGoddamn, i love that sh**.\nYo, let's stop fakin and be real now.\nI got a room and a hard on. still down?\nMet ya standin at a bar full of black dudes.\nSaid ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes.\nWhen we head for my hideout, act right.\nBoss playa when i ride out, that's right.\nWhat'z ya phone number?\nIf you really wanna f** with me, i'm ready.\nBaby, let me give you a call.\nHow long will it take to break you off?\n(repeat once more)\nOh sh**, baby is a dime piece.\nWanted this fine seat.\nPersonally rushed [???]\nIf i see ya right.\nNow she can get me hard\nDidn't wanna talk to me, till she see my car.\nNever had s** with a rich rap star\nTill i got her in the back of my homeboy's car.\nTell me, why do we live this way?\nMoney over b**hes.\nLet me hear you say:\nWhat'z your phone number?\nAre you alone?\nGot a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone.\nTime for your girlfriend to take you home.\nI had fun,\nBut baby, gotta leave me alone.\nPicture in my rhyme.\nTake time to rewind these [???] words i say.\nIf you open your mind,\nBet in a minute you'll find it's time.\nLet the outlaws play.\nWhat'z ya phone number.\nChorus repeats 2x\n(girl and tupac converse)\nG:hello?\n2:hello? who is this?\nG:is this tupac?\n2:this is who?\nG:is this tupac?\n2:yeah, it's tupac. who this?\nG:hi baby. how are you?\n2:i'm aiight. what'z up baby?\nG:you don't recognize the voice?\n2:you recognize my voice, huh?\nG:do you recognize my voice?\n2:nah, i know you?\nG:yeah, you know me. i guess you don't recognize me when i'm talkin.\n\n\n\n2:where i know you from? where i know you from?\nG:you just know me, baby.\n2:where? talk up i can't barely hear you.\nG:you know me from when we were, you know, intimate.\n2:ooh, we f**ed?\nG:oh baby, did we ever.\n2:oh, tell me about it baby.\nG:i remember when i put that big dick in my hand and\nStroked it up and down.\n2:ooooh!\nG:then i put it in my mouth. i f**ed it.\n2:ooh, you did.\nG:ooh, i did.\n2:sh**!\nG:f**ed it and f**ed it. put me in. you came.\n2:did i come?\nG:ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. you don't remember me yet?\n2:i'm starting to get a picture. why don't you help me out.\nWhat did i do to the p**y? what a n***a do to the p**y?\nG:you rocked it.\n2:did i?\nG:yeah, you did.\n2:did i do some of that thug pa**ion?\nG:mmmmmm\n2:heh, heh. eh, so what cha doin right now, though?\nG:me and my finger are gettin aquainted.\n2:how many you got?\nG:i got ten. but only one is workin.\n2:oh, well can i come over there?\nG:if you want to.\n2:do i want to? do a bear sh** in the woods and\nWipe his a** with a rabbit.\nG:mmm. you gon rock it baby?\n2:hell yeah, i'm gon rock it baby.\nG:like you did before?\n2:no dizoubt. you gon feel that thug pa**ion for real.\nG:mmmm, baby.\n2:i'm on my way though. i'm about to fly over there in a 500.\nIt ain't gon take but a minute. eh, light the candles.\nGet the baby oil out. turn all the lights out. drink a little\nBit of that sh**. i'm on my way babe. i'm gon knock that p**y\nTo the next week.\nG:knock it out, baby, knock it out.\n2:i'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. i'm gon put your legs on\nYour head. i'm a tie you up, blindfold you. and we gon play which hole\nFeel the best.\nG:you know which hole feel the best.\n2:we fin to see tonight, though.\nG:i'm gon make you remember me.\n2:oh, yeah.\nG:yeah.\n2:oh yeah, you got my dick hard. i can't find the steering shift you got me\nSo f**ed up. i'm playin with myself and sh**.\nG:can i shift your gear?\n",
    "2pac - Whatz Next lyrics": "(feat. A3, Jay Rock)\n[2Pac:]\nTell me what the f** am I suppose to do\nNow what's next\nTell me what the f** am I suppose to do\nNow what's next\nCaught up in the middle\nMy life's a riddle\nDon't let it get ya\nI wanna be legal\nBut it's this hustle that get me richer\nOne love to my peoples makin' money\nI can see you bubblin'\nAvoid all trouble\nBeware of devils continue strugglin'\nNothin's impossible if there's a will there's a way\nSo get your mind on official business\nYou can be great\nAnd it's been this way from the cradle to the grave\nSo get paid\nMy n***az do this every f**in' day\nWe parlay\nThrough politics and conversation\nThis information to my thug n***az in the congregation\nWatch and bare witness to the pleasures of participation\nSeparation is self destruction\nWhat's needed is unification\nCause the world ain't hardly scared\nIf not prepared\nBe sure to be bummy and be no longer there\nBut no one cares it's there to share\nAll we get is stares\nBecause of fear we'll evaporate\nSay your prayers\nAnd what's next\n[Chorus x2:]\nHard livin' got me goin' insane\nBut I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the game\nWhatz next\nI'm goin' crazy\nTell me tell me what the f** am I suppose to do\nWhatz next\n[A3:]\n(Aye its on A3)\nMakaveli tried to warn us\nBut n***az ain't listen to Pac\nNaw (listen listen) n***a really listen to Pac\nsh** yean got it yet (no)\nThen you won't get it\nMight as well measure 'em up\nAnd have his a** fitted \n\n\n\nWhy\nCaught slippin' dog trippin' didn't soak game\nGot his wig split like dem shutters on the airplane\nNever will change n***az wit' no name no shame\nMight open ya head foe mess broke change\nI stay posted like a flag (flag)\nStarin' thru my rear view ballin' in a jag (jag)\nBounce wit me Cali body rock down in H-Town\nWe gon' put these artificial bustas in they place now\nTime foe a change\nReal n***az rollin' wit' me\nMoney makin' swift decision we controllin' the streets\nSide track by the broads and the frauds\nAin't it strange\nIt's the reason so many n***az get scarred in the game\nWhatz next\n[Chorus x2]\n[Jay Rock:]\nThat money gotta make it\nWhat I gotta do to make it\nDo I really gotta take it\nPut this mack up to you face it\nDoin' what we gotta do to survive\nJust ask Kweli doin' what we do to get by\nSome n***az stick to the crime\nPitchin' nickel and dimes\nWhat the f** we s'pose to do\nWho gon' give us a job\nSo I tried and tried\nTried to get out the grind\nBut the block kept on callin' me back\nFiends kept on callin' for crack\nSo I supply 'em wit' that\nGave 'em a reasonable fee\nn***a don't blame it on me\nsh** just look where I'm at\nn***az in gardens\nLAPD is the target\nn***az is heartless hustle regardless\nLook that dope spot use to be an apartment\nBut now it's just a place to hide the guns in the closet\nWatch ya step shift the grams under the carpet\nWe just tryin' hard not to see that coffin\nWhatz next\n[Chorus x2]\n",
    "2pac - Whatz Next Lyrics lyrics": "\n\n\n\nMy Life's a Riddle don't let it get you\n\"Hard Livin Got Me Goin Insane,but I'm Addicted to The Hustle,Trapped In Tha Game\"",
    "2pac - Whatz Your Phone Number lyrics": "What'z Ya Phone #\n2Pac\nThe greatest ode to phone s** ever written read more \u00bb\n[Intro]\nWhat's your phone number?\n[Verse 1]\nNow, I could make miracles to tempos\nIt's instrumental, waiting for the nymphos; that's the intro\nShook when you rush me, walked up and touched me\nWhy? Do you want to f** me?\nJust \u2018cause I'm paid in the worst way? True!\nLookin' kinda good in your birthday suit\nI wonder if you're wild and you act shy\nDo you like to be on top or the back side?\nWatch me while you lick your lips\nShake your hips, goddamn, I love that sh**\nYo, let's stop fakin', be real now\nI got a room and a hard-on; still down?\nMet you standing at a bar full of black dudes\nSaid you wanna see my scars and my tattoos\nWhen we head for my hideout, act right\nBoss player when I ride out, that's right\nWhat's ya phone number?\n[Hook]\nIf you really wanna f** with me, I'm ready\nBaby, let me give you a call\nHow long will it take to break you off?\nIf you really wanna f** with me, I'm ready\nBaby, let me give you a call\nHow long will it take to break you off?\n[Verse 2]\nOh sh**, baby is a dime piece, more than just fine\nShe's personally blessed from the gods\nIf I seen her right now, she could get me hard\nDidn't want to talk to me 'til she see my car\nNever had s** with a rich rap star\n'Til I got her in the back of my homeboy's car\nTell me, why do we live this way?\nMoney over b**hes, let me hear you say\nWhat's your phone number?\nAre you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone!\nTime for your girlfriend to take you home\nI had fun, but baby, gotta leave me alone\nPicture in my rhyme\nTake time to rewind these words I say\nIf you open your mind bet in a minute you'll find\nIt's time let the Outlawz play\nWhat's ya phone number?\n[Hook]\nIf you really wanna f** with me, I'm ready\nBaby, let me give you a call\nHow long will it take to break you off?\nIf you really wanna f** with me, I'm ready\nBaby, let me give you a call\nHow long will it take to break you off?\n[Girl and 2Pac converse]\n[Girl] Hello?\n[2Pac] Hello? Who is this?\n[Girl] Is this 2Pac?\n[2Pac] This is who?\n[Girl] Is this 2Pac?\n[2Pac] Yeah, it's 2Pac. Who is this?\n[Girl] Hi, baby. How are you?\n[2Pac] I'm aight. What up, baby?\n[Girl] You don't recognize the voice?\n[2Pac] You recognize my voice, huh?\n[Girl] Do you recognize MY voice?\n[2Pac] Nah, I know you?\n[Girl] Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talking\n[2Pac] Where I know you from? Where I know you from?\n[Girl] You just know me, baby\n[2Pac] Where? Talk up, I can't barely hear you\n[Girl] You know me from when we were, you know, intimate \n\n\n\n[2Pac] Oh, we f**ed?\n[Girl] Oh baby, did we ever\n[2Pac] Oh, tell me about it, baby\n[Girl] I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down\n[2Pac] OOOOH!\n[Girl] Then I put it in my mouth. I s**ed it\n[2Pac] Ooh, you did?\n[Girl] Ooh, I did\n[2Pac] sh**!\n[Girl] f**ed it and f**ed it. Put me in. You came\n[2Pac] Did I come?\n[Girl] Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet?\n[2Pac] I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out. What did I do to the p**y? What a n***a do to the p**y?\n[Girl] You rocked it\n[2Pac] Did I?\n[Girl] Yeah, you did\n[2Pac] Did I give you some of that Thug Pa**ion?\n[Girl] Mmmmmm\n[2Pac] Heh, heh. Eh, so what you doing right now, though?\n[Girl] Me and my finger are getting acquainted\n[2Pac] How many you got?\n[Girl] I got ten, but only one is workin'\n[2Pac] Oh well, can I come over there?\n[Girl] If you want to\n[2Pac] Do I want to? Do a bear sh** in the woods and wipe his a** with a rabbit?\n[Girl] Mmm. You gonna rock it, baby?\n[2Pac] Hell yeah, I'm gonna rock it, baby\n[Girl] Like you did before?\n[2Pac] No dizoubt. You gonna feel that Thug Pa**ion for real\n[Girl] Mmmm, baby\n[2Pac] I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't gonna take but a minute. Eh, light the candles, get the baby oil out, turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that sh**. I'm on my way, babe. I'm gonna knock that p**y to the next week\n[Girl] Knock it out, baby, knock it out\n[2Pac] I'm gon knock the taste out your mouth, girl. I'm gonna put your legs on your head. I'ma tie you up, blindfold you. And we gonna play which hole feel the best\n[Girl] You know which hole feel the best\n[2Pac] We finna see tonight, though\n[Girl] I'm gonna make you remember me\n[2Pac] Oh, yeah\n[Girl] Yeah\n[2Pac] Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift, you got me so f**ed up. I'm playing with myself and sh**\n[Girl] Can I shift your gear? Can I shift it in the front?\n[2Pac] Hell yeah, aye, you know what I wanna do though?\n[Girl] Whatch you wanna do?\n[2Pac] I wanna f** you on the balcony, while you lookin' out over L.A, yaknahmean? Just poundin' that sh** from the back\n\u2018Cause a motherf**er hop that sh** like I got hydraulics\nFixed in me, you feel me? I be hittin' switches, baby\n[Girl] Ooh, I feel you, yes\n[2Pac] Heh, hey, I'm fin' to come over there. Just wait for me sweetheart, I'm on my way right now. I'll see you later, baby, bye\n[Girl] Bye, boo\n[2Pac] Hah, yeah, I'm gonna get some p**y\nHeh, get some p**y, hah, hah",
    "2pac - When I Do Kiss U lyrics": "I haven't yet for reasons of your own\nBut soon I'm sure you'll tire from being alone\nu haven't recovered from the pain of the past \n\n\n\nSo u show me affection behind the wall of gla**\nBut when I do finally kiss u\nu will realize at last my heart was true",
    "2pac - When I Get Free lyrics": "(feat. J. Valentine)\n[Pac] Damn.. what I'ma do now? When I get free.. oh sh**!\n[Jay] Get free.. yeah yeah\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWhen I get free, motherf**ers better watch they a**\nSoon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\n[2Pac]\nThem b**hes is foul, take a look at the evening news\nYou'll see a n***a gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherf**ers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\nf** friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\nf** 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you n***az tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me b**h\nMain thang was to make a n***a meal ticket\nOnly if you with the real, the n***a will kick it\nI'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail\nRule one: f** a busta he can burn in Hell\nNetwork with connects that I got in the pen\nIn no time I'll be clockin again\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n[2Pac]\nStill sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a n***a turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\nme and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby\nTo a young motherf**er facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy \n\n\n\nNow how long will it take, to get her hooked\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van\nAin't no disguise I'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\nAll them n***az that was frontin while I sat up in the cell\nLocked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery\nThe n***a you don't wanna see\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n[2Pac]\nStuck in my cell\nThe pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\nWhen will they let me bail?\nWalkin through the yard, I play the God\nFirst n***a disrespect me first n***a gettin scarred\nI'm, back on the scene\nI'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\nas we game on the drunk hoes\nHit the skunk I reminisce just on the way\nwe used to play, you punk hoes\nWhat I posess is to be rich, in currency\nParanoid n***az like b**hes when they come and see me\nLaid out, played out, the n***a barely breathin\nAs for that bullsh** punk, n***a n-now we even\nBut I wait, until it's time\nand try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\nThis life of mine.. until I get free\nMy prophecy is n***az screamin, as if they bleed in agony\nAs soon as they popped my gate\nI knew these motherf**ers made a mistake\n[Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing]\n[Chorus - 1/2]\n[2Pac]\nWhen I get free\nHahaha.. yeah n***a, when I get motherf**in free\nPop the gate, I'm back baby!\nWhen I get free.. we up out this b**h",
    "2pac - When I Get Free Feat J. Valentine lyrics": "[pac] damn.. what i'ma do now? when i get free.. oh sh**!\n[jay] get free.. yeah yeah\n[chorus: repeat 2x]\nWhen i get free, motherf**ers better watch they a**\nSoon as i get released, i'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but i'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\n[2pac]\nThem b**hes is foul, take a look at the evening news\nYou'll see a n***a gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherf**ers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them\nf** friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in\nf** 'em i'm bout to get out, they all soft\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you n***az tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me b**h\nMain thang was to make a n***a meal ticket\nOnly if you with the real, the n***a will kick it\nI'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that i learned in jail\nRule one: f** a busta he can burn in hell\nNetwork with connects that i got in the pen\nIn no time i'll be clockin again\n[chorus] + j. valentine's harmonizing\n[2pac]\nStill sittin in my cell as i dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a n***a turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my c.o. is a lady, and i'm thinkin maybe\nMe and her can hook up a scheme, to be swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby\nTo a young motherf**er facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy\n\n\n\nNow how long will it take, to get her hooked\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, i'm in the trunk while she drives the van\nAin't no disguise i'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then i'm takin it to hell\nAll them n***az that was frontin while i sat up in the cell\nLocked in jail, i couldn't touch her so i planned your misery\nThe n***a you don't wanna see\n[chorus] + j. valentine's harmonizing\n[2pac]\nStuck in my cell\nThe pen ain't nuttin like the county jail\nWhen will they let me bail?\nWalkin through the yard, i play the god\nFirst n***a disrespect me first n***a gettin scarred\nI'm, back on the scene\nI'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed\nAs we game on the drunk hoes\nHit the skunk i reminisce just on the way\nWe used to play, you punk hoes\nWhat i posess is to be rich, in currency\nParanoid n***az like b**hes when they come and see me\nLaid out, played out, the n***a barely breathin\nAs for that bullsh** punk, n***a n-now we even\nBut i wait, until it's time\nAnd try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime\nThis life of mine.. until i get free\nMy prophecy is n***az screamin, as if they bleed in agony\nAs soon as they popped my gate\nI knew these motherf**ers made a mistake\n[chorus] + j. valentine's harmonizing\n[chorus] - 1/2\n[2pac]\nWhen i get free\nHahaha.. yeah n***a, when i get motherf**in free\nPop the gate, i'm back baby!\nWhen i get free.. we up out this b**h\n",
    "2pac - When I Get Free Ii lyrics": "Ay Trusty Trusty, what you want man?\nAww n***a let me get one of them ciggarettes, damn!\nsh**, come on ba*tard, get the phone for a n***a\nUse the phone, aww n***a get the phone for me man\nWhat's the number? 323-6545, tell her it's Pac\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWhen I get free, motherf**ers better watch they a**\nSoon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash\nDid some time locked down, but I'm back on the street\nThere'll be trouble when they see me\nI heard a snicker a laugh, I take a look at the evening news\nAnd see a n***a gettin cuffed by the boys in blue\nIs it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck\nThese motherf**ers tryin to dirty up my name, but\nI slip as quick as the wind, it's me again, f** friends\nMy foes be on a mission, tryin to do me in\nf** em I'm out to get out, they all thought\nI blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off\nWhy are you n***az tryin to test me trick?\nAnd be the first ones to snitch to arrest me b**h\nMaintain with a n***a meal ticket only if you with the real\nThe n***a will kick it, I'll enforce it with the steel\nThese are lessons that I learned in jail\nRule one: f** a busta he can burn in Hell\nNow I'm workin with connects that I got in the pen \n\n\n\nIn no time I'll be clockin again\n[Chorus]\nHeyyy, still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past\nTryin to figure how a n***a turned dreams into cash\nQuick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side\nMy cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died\nAnd my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe\nme and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze\nCause she keep on callin me baby, to a young\nmotherf**er facin eighty that's enough to make me crazy\nNow how long will it take, to get a hook\nGot her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks\nI devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives\nbut man, ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man\nIf we make it then I'm takin it to Hell\nall them n***az that was frontin while I sat up in a cell\nLocked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned, in misery\nThe n***a you don't wanna see\n[Chorus 3X]\nWhen I get free, believe that sh**\nYeah n***a f** your cigarette, f** that phone call motherf**er\nI'll be out this motherf**er in a few days\nI'll pay these b**hes back in spades\nPunk a** ba*tards, long as my AK flexes\nwe gonna play these b**hes\nThat's how we do this sh**\nf** that I'm out, C.O. turn the f**in lights out!",
    "2pac - When I Get Free III lyrics": "[Prison Gaurd]: Inmate 'Pac, C57797, you got a visitor\nRight there, star three\n[Girl]: Hi baby\n[Prisoner]: What's up honey?\n[Girl]: Hey you know it's just only one more week until family visit\n[Prisoner]: Yeah I'ma rock them drawers. Yeah but you did you take care of that business I asked you to do?\n[Girl]: I made those deposits\n[Prisoner]: Okay that's cool you bring that sh**?\n[Girl]: Yeah I got it\n[Prisoner]: Alright see that guard over there?\n[Girl]: Mmm-hmm\n[Prisoner]: When you get done just hand him the sh**, he know wha**up\n[Girl]: Alright, hey you know E just got cracked, he's in jail now\n[Prisoner]: What?\n[Girl]: Yeah, Go-Go's out. I just saw him running around the other day\n[Prisoner]: Ahh, f** that fool. But anyway, what's happening with my moms?\n[Girl]: She gave me a message for you. She said she's sorry she couldn't be here today, but she'll be here next week\n[Prisoner]: Alright well check this out, I got something real important I want you to tell her\n[Guard]: C'mon c'mon this sh**'s over with\n[commotion breaks out]\n[Guard]: C'mon boy, back to your cell\n[Girl]: I'm not done talking to him\n[Guard]: Shut that sh** up b**h! He's outta here, c'mon\n[Prisoner]: Don't be calling my woman no b**h! n***a I'll f** you up!\n[Guard]: Yeah yeah fool, what?\n[Prisoner]: Let me out these chains....with your broke a** s**a\n[Guard]: Yeah yeah, that's what they all say fool\n[Prisoner]: Yeah what! Let me out then\n[Guard]: Institutionalized, and this is your home...\n[2Pac]\nGuess who's back, and ready to knock off a cop or two\nCause me and the crew could still get our rocks off\nThe Penetentiary don't stop a n***a cause he's in jail \n\n\n\nHell I'm makin' more money on the street from here in a cell\nI'm livin' proper, the coppers is havin' fits\nI just made the profit, you punks ain't stoppin' sh**\nI still remember my momma told me\nFind the cop who k**ed your brother\nSend him to Hell lookin' homely\nCause a real n***a love the law\nWhat's raw is a n***a that's above the law\nKeep pressin' your luck and get f**ed, huh\nThink a n***a don't know wha**up 'cause he's locked up\nBut in the meantime, it's get swole get clean time\nConcentrate on gettin' green time\nAnd as the years go by, they forgot\nAbout the small time soldier from the block, huh\nTo k** the crook they threw the book at me\nDon't worry be nappy, don't even look happy\nPut me in the hole, gave me cold cuts\nDid push-ups until I swole up\nAnd then they offer me a furlough\nBut what they don't know as soon as I get free I'm k**in' five mo'\nThey asked me if I changed much\nI told em 'Yeah' even though I'm still the same nut\nThey started askin' me questions about my brother\nAnd makin' remarks about my mother, hmm\nWait a minute, hold up\nMakin' jokes about my folks'll get yours blown up\nThey sent me back to the hole for what I told em\nI guess he didn't believe me, so I showed him\nHe went home to find a tragedy\nn***a, that's what you get for tryin' to badger me\nAnd anybody else that wanna sweat me\nI'm already in jail so you punks can't get me\nYou better pray they never see me\nCause if they let me free, prepare for trouble on the streets\n[Chorus]\nWhen I get free, huh\nWhen I get free, huh\nWhen I get free\nWhen I get free, huh\nWhen I get free, huh\nWhen I get free\nWhen I get free",
    "2pac - When The Heart Turns Cold lyrics": "[Sonia Sanchez]\nWhen your heart turns cold\nI say, when your heart turns cold\nit causes your soul to freeze\nIt spreads, throughout yo' spirit\nlike a, ruthless, feeling disease\nThe walls, the walls that once were down\nnow stand firm and tall, safe from hate love pain joy\nuntil you feel nothing at all\nWhen, your heart turns cold\nI say, when your heart turns cold\nA baby's cry, means nothing\nA dead corpose is tri-vial \n\n\n\nMother's neglecting children is daily\nLoneliness, becomes your routine friend\nd**h d**h d**h seems like tranquility\nSleeping is never pleasant\nif you even sleep at all all all\nYou forget ideals and, turn off the reason\nto make sure the product gets sold\nYou don't UNDERSTAND how I behave, just wait\nI say just WAIT WAIT WAIT til your heart\nI say til your hearts turns COLD!\nHA HA! Cold! Cold, cold, cold.. collllld..",
    "2pac - When Thugz Cry lyrics": "Intro:\nWhen thugz cry\nNow i lay me down to sleep\nI pray to lord my guns to keep\nIf i die before i wake\nI pray to lord my soul to take\nGot us dying\nWhen thugz cry\nTimes is hard\nVerse one:\nBorn thuggin' and lovin'\nThe way i came up, big money clutchin'\nBustin' while evadin' c**aine bust\nMy po's rushin'\nTo my cushin' into insanity\nThey shot at my cousin now we bustin' at they whole family\nThese cowards wanna see me burried, i ain't worried\nI got a line on the d.a. cause i'm f**in' the secretary\nI black out, start cussin, bust 'em, and touch 'em all\nThey panicin' b**hes duckin', i rush 'em, and f** 'em all\nProbably be an old man before i understand\nWhy i had to live my life with pistols close in hand\nKidnapped my homie sister cut her face up bad\nThey even raped her so we blazed they pad\nAutomatic shots rang out, on every block\nThey puttin hits on politicians even cops\nI ain't lyin', they got me sleepin' with my infrared beams\nAnd in my dreams i hear muthaf**as screamin'\nWhat is the meanin'?\nWhen thugz cry\nChorus:\nOh why\nShould you send your child off to die\nIn the streets of chalk\nWhen they die\nLet the rocks cry out\nWhen thugz cry\nDear god\n(when thugz cry)\nOh why\nDoes it have to be this way ahh\nChildren of today won't stay by\n(when thugz cry)\nLet the children hear\nWhen thugz cry\nDear god\nOh why\n(ha)\nVerse two:\nMaybe my addiction to friction got me buggin'\nWhere is the love, never quit my ambitionz to thug\nAin't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary\nn***az i used to love they closed the penitentiary\nStill homie keep it real, how does it feel?\nTo loose your life over somethin' that you did as a kid\nYou all alone no communication, block on the phone\nDon't get along with your pops and plus your moms is gone\nWhere did we go wrong? i put my soul in this song\nTo help us grow in time but now our minds is gone\nWe went from brothas and sistas to n***az and b**hes\n\n\n\nWe went from welfare livin' to worldwide riches\nBut somethin' change in this dirty game\nEverythin' strange, lost all my homies over c**aine, man\nSee they ask me if i shed a tear, i ain't lie\nSee, you gotta get high or die\nCause even thugz cry\nChorus:\nOh why\nShould you send your child off to die\nIn the streets of chalk\n(when thugz cry)\nWhen they die\n(we don't shed tears, we shed blood)\nLet the rocks cry out\nWhen thugz cry\n(do you still wanna be a thug)\nDear god\nOh why\nDoes it have to be this way ahh\nChildren of today won't stay by\nLet the children hear\nWhen thugz cry\nDear god\nOh why\nVerse three:\nAnd all i see are these paraniod b**hes, illegal inventions\nBustin' muthaf**as with upper cuts, i leave 'em with dentures\nCause in my criminal mind nobody violates the don\nI write your name on a piece of paper, and now your family's gone\nWell perpetrate like you could handle my team\nSo merciless in mind try to take command of your dreams\nLeavin muthaf**as drowin in they own blood\nClown and taking pictures\nLater, laugh about the punk b**hes\nThat turn snitches\nRegulate my area the terror i represent\nMake your people disappear, your wonderin' where they went\nAm i cold, or is it just i sold my soul?\nAddicted to the streets\nNever find true peace i'm told\nCome take my body, god\nDon't let me suffer any longer\nSmoke a pound of marijuana so i know it ain't long\nWhere is the end to all my misery?\nIs there a close?\nI suppose that's why i murder my foes\nWhen thugz cry\nChorus:\nOh why\nShould you send your child off to die\nIn the streets of chalk\n(i shed tattoo tearz for years)\nWhen they die\nLet the rocks cry out\n(to my dead homeboyz and the prison peace)\nWhen thugz cry\nDear god\nOh why\n(yall ain't never heard my cries, n***a, what about if you would die)\nDoes it have to be this way ahh\nChildren of today won't stay by\nLet the children hear\nWhen thugz cry\nDear god\nRepeat chorus until fade\n",
    "2pac - When Ur Hero Falls lyrics": "* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists\nHey, ooh ah ooh oh oh\nWhen your hero falls from grace\nAll your fairy tales are uncovered\nMyths exposed and pain magnified\nThe greatest pain discovered\nYou told me to be strong but I'm confused to see you so weak\nYou said to never to give up and it hurts to see you welcoming me\nWhen your hero falls so do the stars\nWhen your hero falls so do the stars\nAnd so does the perception of tomorrow\nWithout my hero there is only me alone\nTo deal with my sorrow, to deal with my sorrow\nYour insistance to work and your soul is not happy at all\nWhat do you expect it to do when your hero falls\nSo do the stars\nSee I know you're wondering how do I carry on\nYou want to give up you feel there's nobody to love \n\n\n\nBut if you look around there's so many people have been what you been\nThrough\nYou gotta let go you gotta be strong oh\nSing it again one more time\nWhen your hero falls (Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)\nWhen your hero falls (Ooh yeah)\nWhen your hero falls (What am I supposed to do)\nWhen your hero falls (When I'm looking to you yeah)\nWhen your hero falls (But you told me to be strong)\nWhen your hero falls (And to never give up oh oh)\nWhen your only hero falls (Say it again)\nWhen your hero falls (Whoa, oh yeah)\nWhen your hero falls (Oh oh)\nWhen your hero falls (What you saying)\nWhen your hero falls (Won't you listen to the children sing)\nWhen your hero falls (As they sing it to the whole world)\nWhen your hero falls (Oh oh, oh oh yeah)\nWhen your only hero falls",
    "2pac - When Ure Heart Turns Cold lyrics": "[Intro]\nWhen your heart turns cold\nIt causes your soul 2 freeze\nSpreads throughout your spirit\nLike a ruthless feeling disease\nThe walls that once were down\nNow stand firm and tall\nSafe from hate/love, pain/joy\nUntil u feel nothing at all\nWhen ure heart turns cold\nA baby's cry means nothing\nA dead corpse is trivial\nMothers neglecting children is daily\nLonliness becomes your routine friend\nd**h seems like tranquility\nSleeping is never pleasant\nIf you even sleep at all\nU forget ideals and turn off the reason\n2 make sure the product is sold\nYou don't understand how I behave\nJust wait till your heart turns Cold!\n[Verse 1]\nKnow my cold heart turns warm at the front door\nLove my family, love my Outlawz\nBut when I step outside I feel my blood freezing\nQuestion if it's a blessing that 'm still breathing\nSometimes I wonder if I'm better off dead\nThey say God don't make mistakes but what if he did\nBut what if he didn't\nSo I'm supposed to be living this life that I'm living\nAnd feeling how I'm feeling\nBlack rain shower, the pain builds character\nMy heart turned cold, yeah I learned to be a scavenger\nListen, no love received and no love given\nDon't blame us blame the hate that you gave the children\n[Verse 2]\nNo remorse for life and y'all forced to fight\nIn the event of my demise I hope God's the guiding light\nIn hind's sight, I'm lost, misguided by lies and truths\nConfused bout what to do, refer to smoking, drinking brew\nWe be the hearts of the heartless, riding few from the bunch\nBosses have falled, bosses have caught you don't be the next one\nSleeping never pleasant even if you sleeping at all \n\n\n\nThe reason that I'm breathing is I'm an example for y'all\n[Hook]\nWhen your heart turns cold\nIt causes your soul to freeze\nSpreads through your spirit like a deadly disease\nWhen your heart turns cold\nYou feel nothing at all\nA baby's cry means nothing at al\nWhen your heart turns cold\nA dead corpse is trivial\nAnd d**h seems like tranquility\nWhen your heart turns cold\nI thank God above\nThrough the pain, hate, joy, and love\nWhen your heart turns cold\n[Verse 3]\nYour soul is numb, your days are numbered (Cold)\nYour kids cold, get old and younger (Cold)\nYour lonliness becomes your only homie\nSo your sorrow all alone is just for your eyes only (Yeah)\nThe world against you and the odds are stacked (They stacked)\nYour pockets short and your girls a wreck (That b**h)\nLose a piece of you survive all that\nPlus you young and you black, it's hard enough being that (Yeah)\nYour mom gone ain't nobody never cared (Yeah)\nYou call your mom but nobody never there (sh**)\nNow it's on, you need a way up out of here\nYou click on some be next sh**\n[Verse 4]\nWhen your heart turn cold that's when the heat go off\nAnd the means die slow, that's how the streets show off\nCemetaries filled with vicitms those with cold hearts\nDeep in the dark when the pistols spark\nMy life one big movie of strife\nScene after scene filled with nothing but sad dreams\nNo wonder my heart pumps ice water\nGotta live according to the lessons that life taught you\nLonley is the road of a tortured soul\nWho only knows the roles of a heart turned cold\nCaught in the middle when the pistols blow\nThat's how it go when your heart turns cold\n[Hook]",
    "2pac - When Ure Heart Turns Cold - Sonia Sanchez lyrics": "[Sonia Sanchez]\nWhen your heart turns cold\nI say, when your heart turns cold\nit causes your soul to freeze\nIt spreads, throughout yo' spirit\nlike a, ruthless, feeling disease\nThe walls, the walls that once were down\nnow stand firm and tall, safe from hate love pain joy\nuntil you feel nothing at all\nWhen, your heart turns cold\nI say, when your heart turns cold\nA baby's cry, means nothing\nA dead corpose is tri-vial \n\n\n\nMother's neglecting children is daily\nLoneliness, becomes your routine friend\nd**h d**h d**h seems like tranquility\nSleeping is never pleasant\nif you even sleep at all all all\nYou forget ideals and, turn off the reason\nto make sure the product gets sold\nYou don't UNDERSTAND how I behave, just wait\nI say just WAIT WAIT WAIT til your heart\nI say til your hearts turns COLD!\nHA HA! Cold! Cold, cold, cold.. collllld..",
    "2pac - When Ure Heart Turns Cold: 2 Kristen & My Other Friends Who Wonder lyrics": "When your heart turns cold\nit causes your soul 2 freeze\nSpreads throughout your spirit\nLike a ruthless feeling disease\nThe walls that once were down\nNow stand firm and tall\nSafe from hate/love, pain/joy\nuntil u feel nothing at all\nWhen ure heart turns cold\na baby's cry means nothing\nA dead corpse is trivial \n\n\n\nMothers neglecting children is daily\nLonliness becomes your routine friend\nd**h seems like tranquility\nSleeping is never pleasant\nif you even sleep at all\nu forget ideals and turn off the reason\n2 make sure the product is sold\nYou don't understand how I behave\nJust wait till your heart turns Cold!",
    "2pac - When Ure Hero Falls: 4 My Hero (My Mother) lyrics": "When your hero falls from grace\nall fairy tales R uncovered\nmyths exposed and pain magnified\nthe greatest pain discovered\nu taught me 2 be strong\nbut I'm confused 2 c u so weak\nu said never 2 give up\nand it hurts 2 c u welcome defeat\nwhen ure Hero falls so do the stars \n\n\n\nand so does the perception of tomorrow\nwithout my Hero there is only\nme alone 2 deal with my sorrow.\nyour Heart ceases 2 work\nand your soul is is not happy at all\nwhat R u expected 2 do\nwhen ure only Hero falls",
    "2pac - When We Ride lyrics": "Outlaw Immortalz\nBow down to somethin' greater than yourself, trick\nIndividuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls\nThey know\nYou watchin', but you ain't seein' what lies before you, b*atch\nPicture if you will seven deadly human beings, blessed with the gift of speech\nThe power to reach\nEach n***a on every street\nMay the heavenly father look down and be proud of what transpired\nSince the day the seed was planted\nThe G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick\nSmoked out, loc'ed out, all into sh**\nJust me and my dogs, livin' like hogs\nOutlaw Immortalz\nWhat follows is the story\nWhat proceeded was the glue\nWhat lies between is the fiction\nDon't f** around and make it true\nMy adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe\nI pull revenge on b**h n***as that blasted me\nPlus my alias is Makaveli\nA loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a n***a belly\nBust him to see if he bleed\nHe shoulda never f**ed around with a sick-a** n***a like me\nThey call my name out and n***as run\nBest be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come\nThey call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table\nI'm robbin' ya n***as' cradle with a knife in your navel\nRap-related, criminally activated and evil\nI wouldn't wanna be you behind my f**in' Desert Eagle\nTil the end, I'm tellin' all friends and enemies\nYou see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these\nComplete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast\nYoung Gunz fire and n***as bleed, I see Mo\nI be shinin' like white diamonds and crystal\nGlistenin' holdin' pistols\nThe mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials, sew up all the potential\nMillion, billion dollar baller potential\nSort it, oughta call on a n***a I'll be sure to get you\nTake cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro\nBlast and I'mma last yo past all these Gla** Joes\nAnd a**holes who claim, like they be runnin' thangs\nI be gunnin' those same n***as runnin' late, to their fate\nMy alias is motherf**in' Na-poleon, and I'd rather be\nRobbin' again before these motherf**ers leave me sufferin'\nBut it ain't nothin', and I got no time for no bluffin'\nBefo' a n***a finish with puttin' in work I betta end up with somethin'\nI think these n***as got the game f**ed up\nIf they don't believe, that a young n***a like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!)\nPerhaps it's a must, I'm facin' cases, f** probation\nIs what I'm screamin' when these money hungry cops be chasin'\nThug n***a 'til we die\nNo mercy on these playa hatin' b**hes, ask me why\nWhen we ride\nThug n***a 'til we die\nNo mercy on these playa hatin' b**hes, ask me why \n\n\n\nWhen we ride\nIt's the imperial serial k**er\nAlias Mussolini mentally unstable G status\nSo you can't see me drug warlord\nRiding Concorde jets, Rag Vette's\nShakin' b**hes and snitches and trippin' on sets\nInglewoods banger, keepin' one in the chamber\nFor the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride\nSuicidal thoughts lurk f**in' no end to revenge\nf** any, my alias Mussolini\nThey call me Idi, from the side of seedy\nYoung n***a greedy, so I'm runnin up on these n***as easy\nIt ain't nuttin, 'cause if they wantin' somethin'\nSo I'mma commence to dumpin' stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin\nTo my f**in last note, with Lo-Pole and Kastro\nWho you thought was on that a**hole, don't ask though\nOutlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow\nAin't no chance to hide when we ride\nMy alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy\nSix-three and co*ky quick to hit your b**h if she jock me\nSeverely addicted to livin' like a f**in' felon while beefin'\nWith rookie cops the cookie rocks a n***a sellin'\nSince a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome\nGot this baby Capone lookin' like a giant, and I ain't lyin'\nIt's like it's me against myself\nWith all these backstabbin' snakes grabbin' at my f**in wealth\nMo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man k**er\nThe bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers\nI'm that n***a with the fifty cap pouch, with the murderous stacks\nThat increase, while these motherf**ers eat beef\nIt's been a long road, a lot of episodes\nAnd as the Glock loads, I gotta teach hoes\nReach hoes, make 'em feel a n***a when I'm mashin'\nNow I'm surpa**in' any a**a**in\nThug n***a 'til we die\nNo mercy on these playa hatin' b**hes, ask me why\nWhen we ride\nThug n***a 'til we die\nNo mercy on these playa hatin' b**hes, ask me why\nWhen we ride\nThug n***a 'til we die\nNo mercy on these playa hatin' b**hes, ask me why\nWhen we ride\nThug n***a 'til we die\nNo mercy on these playa hatin' b**hes, ask me why\nWhen we ride\nOutlaw Immortalz baby\nY'all n***as can't fade this ol crazy sh**\nMakaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini\nAmin, Naploleon, Khomani\nWhat y'all really wanna do?\nLike them n***as said\n\"What would you do?\nIf you could f** with me and my crew\"\nThug Life, yeah n***a\nFlashin' on n***as Thug Life right?\nThis year we Thug Life\nBut we Outlaw Immortalz\nWe die n***a, but we multiply, we like legends n***a\nLike I'll make you famous motherf**er\nI'm talkin' about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good sh**\nMy n***as make the papers baby\nMy n***as make the front page",
    "2pac - When We Ride On Our Enemies lyrics": "Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh?\nHahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a f**\nThis is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies\nBEYOTCH! When we ride on our enemies\n[Verse One]\nHEYYYY! Got some static for some n***az on the other side of town\nLet my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now\nWhat they want from us motherf**in thug n***az?\nUsed to love n***az now I plug n***az, and slug n***az\nAm I wrong? n***az makin songs, tryin to get with us\nMust be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust\nTo the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come\nshinin back to brighten up the sky, many die\nHeard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look b**h!\nI cut yo' face, this ain't no motherf**in movie\nTHEN! We watch the other two die slow\nCastrated entertainin at my motherf**in sideshow\nBAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes\nI can't stand you hoes, uhh\nNow label this my f**in trick shot\nMy lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop\nWhen we RIDE - on our enemies\nWhen we ride on our enemies\nI bet you motherf**ers die, when we ride, on our enemies\nWhen we ride on our enemies \n\n\n\nBet all you motherf**ers die, when we ride, on our enemies\n[Verse Two]\nCome take a journey through my mind's eye\nYou crossed the game, don't explain, n***a time to die, say goodbye\nWatch my eyes when I pull the trigger\nSo right before you die you bow before a bigga n***a, now dry yo' eyes\nYou was HEARTLESS on yo' hits\nn***az love to scream peace after they start some sh** - pay attention\nHere's a word to those that robbed me\nI murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Don't f** with me\nn***a you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell?\nSee me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell\nHow many n***az wanna be involved?\nSee I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll k** allay'all, then ball\nThen tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed\nf** around and get tossed up, by the f**in Outlawz\nBefore I leave, make sure everybody HEARD\nKnow I meant, EVERY MOTHERfu*kIN WORD\nWhen we ride on our enemies\nWhen we ride on our enemies\nMake sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies\nWhen we ride on our enemies, hehe\nI make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies",
    "2pac - When We Ride Out On Enemies lyrics": "[Intro]\nFugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh?\nHahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a f**\nThis is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies\nBEYOTCH! When we ride on our enemies\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nHEYYYY! Got some static for some n***as on the other side of town\nLet my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now\nWhat they want from us motherf**in thug n***as?\nUsed to love n***as now I plug n***as, and slug n***as\nAm I wrong? n***as makin songs, tryin to get with us\nMust be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust\nTo the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come\nShinin back to brighten up the sky, HOW many die\nHeard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look b**h!\nI cut yo' face, this ain't no motherf**in movie\nTHEN! We watch the other two die slow\nCastrated entertainin at my motherf**in sideshow\nBAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes\nI can't stand you hoes, uhh\nNow label this my f**in trick shot\nMy lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop\nWhen we RIDE - on our enemies\n[Hook: 2Pac]\nWhen we ride on our enemies\nI bet you motherf**ers die, when we ride, on our enemies\nWhen we ride on our enemies\nBet all you motherf**ers die, when we ride, on our enemies\n[Verse Two: Eminem]\nThey think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy, let's face it\nsh**, basically they're just playing sick\nThey ain't sh**, they ain't saying sh**, spray 'em 50\nA to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them with me\nAnd turn this day into f**ing mayhem, you staying with me?\nDon't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you\nWhen I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu\nYou get the message? Am I getting through to you?\nYou know what's coming, you motherf**ers don't even know, do you?\nTake some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot \n\n\n\nSprinkle a little Big L on top, what the f** do you got?\nYou got the realest and illest k**ers tied up in a knot\nThe juggernauts of this rap sh**, like it or not\nIt's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot\nYou put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot\nY'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot\nsh** what you know about d**h threats, cause I get a lot\nShady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers\nSome cowards f**ed with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours\nBetter evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers\nThere's nothing spookier\nYou now about to witness the power of f**ing 50\n[Hook]\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nCome take a journey through my mind's eye\nYou crossed the game, don't explain, n***a time to die, say goodbye\nWatch my eyes when I pull the trigger\nSo right before you die you bow before a bigga n***a, now dry yo' eyes\nYou was HEARTLESS on yo' hits\nn***as love to scream peace after they start some sh** - pay attention\nHere's a word to those that robbed me\nI murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Don't f** with me\nn***a you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell?\nSee me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell\nHow many n***as wanna be involved?\nSee I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll k** allay'all, then ball\nThen tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed\nf** around and get tossed up, by the f**in Outlawz\nBefore I leave, make sure everybody HEARD\nKnow I meant, EVERY MOTHERfu*kIN WORD\nWhen we ride on our enemies\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nWhen we ride on our enemies\nMake sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies\nWhen we ride on our enemies, hehe\nI make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies",
    "2pac - Where Do We Go From Here (interlude) lyrics": "Power.. pow.. power...\nGuess who's back? hahaha, here we go\nIt's ninety-fo', what's next?\nPower.. enter my world\nI guess this year gonna be a motherf**er for real n***az\nI swear these playa haters done got a taste of power\nIt ain't all good in the hood\nLeast not on my side, from where i stand\nAnd the law? man, f** the law!\nn***az must outthink, outstep, and continue to outsmart\nThe motherf**in law, in every way\nKey word in ninety-four is 'down low'\nGots to be struggling\nI see how the rich got theirs\nn***a i'm legit, sh**\nWhere do we go from here?\n(who's afraid, of the punk police?\nTo my n***az run the streets, f** peace) --> repeat in background\nHeyyy n***az, where your heart at?\nSee motherf**ers k**in babies, k**in mommas\nk**in kids, puttin this in they motherf**in mark\nNow what type of mixed up trick would k** the future of our race\nBefore he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire?\n\n\n\nThese crazy motherf**ers got toys with guns\nJails for guns, but still, no god damn jobs\nAnd they wonder why we loc'n up\nWhere do we go from here?\nWhere do we go?\n*singers singing variations of 'where do we go from here'*\nAll you n***az out there\nThe clouds shook, the world listened\nWe stood together in april of ninety-two\nWith duty, and a sense of honor\nThere is no limit to what we can achieve\nThat's all on us... us...\nNot my n***az, not the whites, not the enemies\nOr none of them motherf**ers, us\nWhat can we do? sh**\nI declare a d**h sentence to all child molestors\nFake-a** b**hes, male and female\nAnd all you punk-a** snitches\nWe can do without your a**hole\nLet no man break, what we set\nWhere do we go from here?\nRest in peace, to cato, i miss you\nAll the other real g's that pa**ed away in ninety-three\nIn ninety-four, and more\nWhat do we do? for us?\n",
    "2pac - Where There Is A Will... lyrics": "Where there is a will there is a way\nSearch and discover a better day\nWhere a positive heart is all you need\nTo rise from beyond and succeed\nAnd young minds grow and respect each other based on their deeds\nAnd not their color\nLook and them and say as I say\nWhere there is a will there is a way\n[Verse 1]\nI don't know why the caged bird sings\nBut as long as Thug Life in my veins I be doin' my thing\nThese blocks raised me to hustle for change\nI learned the hard way without pain there is no gain\nMy life experience is trapped on page\nMy thoughts in my brain release when I be rappin' on stage\nI'm like a prophet of rage with a Glock and a guage\nI bang for my gang, won't hesitate to co*k it and blaze\nSome years in this game can teach ya some things\nI've seen many try and fail but the strong remain\nMy uncle Boo been locked away since I signed my name\nAnd I opened to family and friends for fortune and fame\nI'm dedicatin' every song that I sing\nIn appreciation of loved ones from here to the grave\nAnd I know this sh** ain't easy but ya help me to maintain\nStruggle continues, where there is a will there is a way\n[Hook x2]\nHe said\nWhere there is a will there is a way\nTo search and discover, find a better day\nWhere a positive heart is all you need\nTo rise beyond and succeed\n[Verse 2]\nI let my heart in the pen speak\nI just guide the words and let 'em touch who they reach\nThey even fall upon the ears of the deaf \n\n\n\nBut you can read it in Braile or come to me in the flush\nI'm authentic, I fire back if I'm fired on\nBut I'm human I bleed if my skin gets torn\nAnd I was born within a Gemini astrology\nI'm in the hood and boys see the two sides of me\nThat's why he said where there's a will there's a way\nYa have to think about tomorrow if ya livin' today\nNo one's worthless the girl with no father\nLookin' for love from any man that will bother\nShe takes the money and she whispers his name\nLike the paper and the tears gon' wash away all that pain\nYeah, it's sad but that's how it goes down\nSo keep ya head up and smile for me now\n[Hook x2]\n[Verse 3]\nJust get ya click together and ya chips together\nWhen y'all sit together and ya sh** together, never\nLet no man show ya no hand and no plan\nThat didn't show his home card, no fam\nWhere there's a will there's a way\nAnd the jungle is a maze\nWhen they rumble it's the strays that be duckin' like hey\nI ain't tryin' to go to bed in the same night\nRicochet shots cover my head in the same sights\nAll I see so, all be is doin' this, pursuin'\nThe same dream to make cream\nAnd the same fiends I pa** by I ask why\nGet the answer smoke cancer and slide\nI look up in the sky give praise for everyday\nThat I'm sure to get paid like the sun give rays\nListen, it's hard enough to get a job but\nIt's harder to help us, hype, hustle, and tight the squad\n[Hook x4]\n[Ad-libs to fade]",
    "2pac - Where There Is a Will.... (Poem) lyrics": "Where there is a will\nthere is a way\n2 Search and discover\na Better Day\nWhere a positive heart\nis all u Need\n2 Rise Beyond\nand succeed\nWhere young mind grow \n\n\n\nand respect each other\nBased on their Deeds\nand not their color\nWhen times R dim\nsay as I say..\n\"Where there is a will\nThere is a way!\"",
    "2pac - Where U Been (Unreleased) lyrics": "[Intro: Big Syke]\nThis goes out to all the young k**ers on the frontline\nWe ain't forgot about you, homie\n[Hook: Danny boy]\nDamn, you been away from the hood too long\nA lot of things have changed since you've been gone\nDamn, you been away from the hood too long\nA lot of things have changed since you've been gone\nDamn, you been away from the hood too long\nA lot of things have changed since you've been gone\n[Verse 1: Hussien Fatal]\nI done been locked and jocked for the sh** I've been claimin'\nAll that k**in' and the drug dealin', sh** them n***as gamin'\nI dumped for real, Hoop Town gettin' ill\nForce me to chill cause they got shot and squeal\nPunk a** n***as know the half on the ave\nThrough your town, and Downtown, Nork, I mash\n[Verse 2: Napolean]\nWe call it thuggin', I ain't never go all of a sudden\nL like I ain't wantin' nothing then I just be frontin', buggin'\nAll my homies and my family, I put that on mother vein\nPlay by the summers it's goin' to be insanity\nIt ain't easy, to hold it in\nWhen everybody around me is gettin' rich\nWonderin' where I been\n[Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean]\nBurned out and broke\nGot me dead runnin' for two packs of boges\nMy whole life I've been choked\nSince we graduated bet you thought your boy hadn't made it\nBut it seem the dream that I was chasin'\nDamn here is the thing that left me faded\nCan't complain, sh**, at least I'm still livin'\nAlthough trippin' of all the fun that I was missin'\nWhile I was boy is in prison.. that's where I been\n[Bridge: Danny Boy]\nThe homies wanna know where you are\nThe homies wanna know where you are\nThe homies wanna know where you are\nThe homies wanna know where you are\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nI reminisce on dangerous summers\nWe're just a thug n***a workin' for drug dealers of neighborhoods\nRun up by the age of 13\nWe was gunnin' and it was fun to see the police runnin'\nn***as disappear when we comin'\nLittle, nappy head shorty head addicted to drinkin' 40's\nMy n***as is naughty and y'all n***as is f**in' corny \n\n\n\nBut you left me in the summer of '89, a very good year\nCrack c**aine sales rose in every hood here\n'Til you got knocked\nThen locked down, bag of rocks & fat knot\nYou shot down, what they tell me is you livin' well\nStuck in your cell\nDon't get another slip, kickin', drinkin' liquor in jail\nJust as well, hell n***a, I bail, whenever needed\nThere's weed inside of the cereal box so don't eat it\nWhere you been n***a? My homies wanna know\nWhere you been n***a? (alone) Where the f** you been?\n[Hook: Danny Boy & 2Pac]\nA lot of things have changed since you've been gone\n(where you been n***a)\nDamn, you been away from the hood too long\n(my homies wanna know where you been)\nA lot of things have changed since you've been gone\n[Bridge: Danny Boy]\nThe homies wanna know where you are\nThe homies wanna know where you are\nThe homies wanna know where you are\nThe homies wanna know where you are\n[Collision: 2Pac & Syke]\nHey.., to them n***as in jail cell\nTo my homies in the livin' hell\nTo the n***as haven't stayed down\nTo all the bustas that are comin' around\nTo all the love ones that's gone\nTo my n***as better stay strong\nTo all the hogs that's puttin' in work\nTo all young riders doin' dirt haha\n[Hook: Danny Boy]\nDamn, you been away from the hood too long\nA lot of things have changed since you've been gone\nDamn, you been away from the hood too long\nA lot of things have changed since you've been gone\n[Bridge: Danny Boy]\nThe homies wanna know where you are\nThe homies wanna know where you are\nThe homies wanna know where you are\nThe homies wanna know where you are\n[Collision: 2Pac & Fatal]\nTo all the young adolescent gettin' high stressin'\nCan't act dumb don't ask questions\nTo all the other motherf**ers who runnin' blocks with they Glocks\nAnd runnin' from the cops and blowin' up the very spot\nTo the hooriders that's on the streets\nLookin' for the police you out there creep\nThe real gang bangers slangin' thangs from the curb\nMy n***a love to earn gettin' ill...",
    "2pac - Where Will I Be lyrics": "[Verse 1: Yaki Kadafi]\nAs I think back to what the whipper's on the rear was for\nAnd take look at all my n***as who ain't here no more and all that\nWheelin' and dealin'\nAin't lookin' appealin'\nCause now I got a funny feelin' for a million\nAnd hey around my way Young Thugz stay strapped\nWith extra ammo on they motherf**in' back's\nAnd crack to sell\nCan't go back to jail\nPack tail and help this young n***a stack some mail\nAnd crime's in the New York Times ain't gettin' better\nAnd Lord knows this sh** won't last forever\nThese days for the cream and thing's\nKids will black out\nSome cracked out hit the pen max out\nCome home and blow a back out\nCause life's a task\nTryin' to earn some cash without that burnin' ma** and still I ask\n[EDI aka Big Malcolm talking:]\nWhere will I be this time next year\nWill I survive or die\nYo will I still be here\n[Hook: 2Pac and Young Thugz]\nSuccess, draped in riches havin' s** with the baddest b**hes\n(But I was only 17 young thug wantin' cream and thing's)\n(My homie couldn't help but dream of fame and still I wonder)\nWhere will I be this time next year\nWill I survive or die\nYo will I still be here\n(Thinkin' about, Success, draped in riches havin' s** with the baddest\nb**hes)\nBut I was only 17 young thug wantin' cream and thing's\nMy homie couldn't help but dream of fame\n[Verse 2: Kastro aka K-Dogg]\nAll I see is\nCrack feind's and drug dealer's\nAnd cops will stop beam scheme's and chrome wheeler's\nWhen will these\nMotherf**er's really feel us\nMaybe if we illed out and turned into k**er's\nI dream that\nOne day i'll be rich and be on every b**h and\nJealous n***as hit list\nI see you comin' and I ain't runnin' \n\n\n\nIt's way too late\nAnd if I got to die young then it's just my fate\nI be a thug n***a\nThe same time around next year (Thug life)\nNo lie, if I cry then it be tek tears\n'97 probably be hell of heaven for a n***a like me\nBut I'mma keep bailin' there ain't no tellin' where your homie will be\nAnd it ain't just only me\nBut all the n***as that I run with\nStackin' figger's smackin' n***as and havin' fun it's dumb\n(Why?)\nCause in a flash my a** can be a goner\nSo I'mma puff blunts and get drunk when the f** I wanna\nAnd I wonder\nWhere will I be next year\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nI be f**ed up and weeded\nNo introduction needed\nGet your hoochie hot enough to eat it\nAs I proceed to kick the G sh**\nI'm buckin' foe's\nAnd duckin' hoes\nSuppose that then can catch me off f**in' toes\nAnd even though I'm still high\nI'm thuggin' till I die\nNever let these b**hes catch me with my eye's closed\nGot bullet holes in my buildin'\nSeen the d**h of many children\nBetween us them n***as k**ed them\nAll these stressful a** memories\nAll I can see is all the homie's that I witnessed bleed\nIt's is k**in' me\n[EDI talking:]\nWill I survive or die\nYo will I still be here\n[Hook: 2Pac and Young Thugz]\nSuccess, draped in riches havin' s** with the baddest b**hes\n(But I was only 17 young thug wantin' cream and thing's\nMy homie couldn't help but dream of fame and still I wonder)\nWhere will I be this time next year\nWill I survive or die\nYo will I still be here\n(Thinkin' about, Success, draped in riches havin' s** with the baddest\nb**hes)\nBut I was only 17 young thug wantin' cream and thing's\nMy homie couldn't help but dream of fame\nWhat?\nWhat?\nSo what?\nWhat?\nSo?",
    "2pac - Wherever U R lyrics": "[Verse 1: Big Daddy Kane]\nWatch me\nAin't no question\nI'm sufferin' a bad case of lyrical congestion\nNot the one for testin'\nCome mess with and end up with your chest split\nNo, not because of cardiac, but because how hard he act, Ha!\nI'm recognized as the microphone destroyer\nCompetition minds up in the state of paranoia\nI told him if you're scared, go get a dog So by tomorrow\nYou'll probably see 20 rappers walkin' with Rottweilers\nYour gimmick is primitive, and impotent\nYou won't win with it, so limit it\nBefore I make your body start to hemorrhage\nJust when you thought that you was burnin' me\nYou found yourself bleedin' internally\nNow you heads is learnin', see\nI stayin' there sincere\nYou commence prayer\nYour heart begets fear, cause there ain't no wins here, Huh\nNever kid, cause even with leverage\nI can rock your domepiece worse than the wop ever did\nWHAT?\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nIs you out your f**in' mind?\nAsk me to blast No need to ask, cause I'm mashin'\nPeepin' the latest fashion, copy-cats in plastics, get me to flashin'\nMy adversaries shipped in caskets\nMurdered them ba*tards\nWitness the past, got boom-bastic\nNow that they freed me, no one can see me\nI completely eradicated my competition, father forgive 'em\nAssemble the troops, prepare my loots for combustion \n\n\n\nRushin' them muthaf**as, the deadliest n***a bustin'\nHow can they touch me when they lost in thought?\nOn d**h Row we lock sh** down across the board\nNow flash, and watch me get in that a** like a bikini\nLyrical legendary so n***as'll never see me\nCompletely defeat me, can never happen\nWhether rappin' or scrappin'\nn***as get smashed on they muthaf**in' back\nHard to k**, and even harder to stop\nWatch Kane and 'Pac drop the sho' shot!\nTell them muthaf**as\n[Verse 3: Big Daddy Kane]\nHere's how we'll do it\nThe meet us and the plan's to put the cash in the hand\nSo that I can spend a grand of benja-mans up in Japan\nNow who's the man?\nAnd therefore my Luchi, eatin' sushi\nCheckin' out a subtitled movie featurin' Sho Kasugi\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nTell me, Kane, when will n***as learn?\nIn this game, f** with us, n***as gettin' burned\nWe takin' turns on you b**h-made n**-ar-os\nI hope it hurts, cause you're worse than these groupie hoes\n[Verse 5: Big Daddy Kane]\nOne more time baby\nI'll be forever, the gogetter of the chedder\nThinkin' ahead of my competitor, just too clever to sever\nI got it together, to represent with my true n**\nThe first syllables of our name together is 2 big\nThink about that!",
    "2pac - White Man's World lyrics": "I ain't saying i'm innocent of all this\nI'm just saying\nThis song is for y'all\nFor all the times i mess up\nWhen we mess up\nDear sister\nGot me twisted up in prison\nI miss yah\nCrying\nLooking at my nieces and newphews picture\nThey say don't let this cruel world get yah\nKinda suspicious,\nSwearing one day you might leave me\nFor someone thats richer\nTwist the cap off the bottle\nI take a sip and see tommorrow\nGotta make if i have to beg and borrow\nReading love letters\nLate night, locked down, and quiet\nIf brothers don't recieve their mail\nBest believe we riot\nEating jack mat\nStaring at walls of silence\nInside this cage\nWhere they captured all my rage and violence\nIn time i learned a few lessons\nNever fall for riches\nAplogizies to my true sisters\nFar from b**hes\nHelp me raise my black nation\nReperations are due\nIts true\nCaught up in this world\nI took advantage of you\nSo tell the babies how i love them\nPrecious boys and girls\nBorn black in this white mans world\nAnd all i heard was\nChorus\nWho knows what tommorrow brings\nIn this world where everyone lies\nWhere to go\nNo matter how far i find\nTo let you know\nThat you're not alone\nBeing born with less\nI must confess\nOnly adds on to the stress\nTwo gunshots to my homies head\nDied in his rest\nShot him to d**h\nAnd left him bleeding for his family to see\nI pa** his casket\nGently asking\nIs there heaven for g's?\nMy homeboys doing life\nBegging mama be stressing\nShedding tears\nWhen her son finally ask that questions\nWhere my daddy at?\nMama, why we live so poor?\nWhy you crying?\nHeard you late night\n\n\n\nThrought my bedroom door\nNow do you love me mama?\nWhy do they keep calling me n******g?\nGet my wieght up, with my hate\nAnd pay 'em back when i'm bigger\nStill thugging in this jail cell\nMissing my block\nHearing brothers screaming all night\nWishing they'd stop\nProud to be black\nBut why do we act like\nWe don't love oursleves\nDon't look around\nBusta (you s**a)\nCheck yourselves\nKnow what if means to be black\nWhether a man or girl\nWe're still struggling in this\nWhite man's world\nChorus\n(we must fight)\nWho knows what tommorrow brings\nIn this world where everyone lies\nWhere to go\nNo matter how far i find\nTo let you know\nThat you're not alone\nSo tell me why you changed?\nChoosing new direction\nIn a blink of an eye\nMy time away just made perfection\nYou think i'd die\nNot gonna cry\nWhy should i care\nLike we holding on to love\nThats no longer there\nCan you please help me\nGod bless me please\nKeep my seeds healthy\nBanging on my enemies bleed\nWhile my g's healthy\nHoping they bury me\nWith ammunition, weed, and shells\nJust in case they trip in heaven\nAin't no g's hell\nSister sorry for the pain\nThat i caused your heart\nI know i'll change\nIf yah help me\nBut don't fall apart\nRest in peace\nTo latasha, little yummy, and kato\nTo much for this cold world to take\nEnded up being fatal\nEvery women in america\nEspecially black\nBear with me, can't you see\nWe're under attack\nI never meant to cause drama\nTo my sister and mama\nWill we make it\nTo better times\nIn this white man's world\nChorus\n(along with revolutionary talking)\n",
    "2pac - White Man'z World lyrics": "[Sample]\nYou go bustin' your fist against a stone wall\nYou're not usin' your brain\nThat's what the white man wants you to do\nLook at you, what makes you ashamed of bein black\n[Intro: 2Pac]\nNothin' but love for you my sister\nMight even know how hard it is, no doubt\nBein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt\nsh**, in this white man's world\nSometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters\nWe don't be knowin' the pain we be causin'\nIn this white man's world\nIn this white man's world\nI ain't sayin I'm innocent in all this\nI'm just sayin'\nIn this white man's world\nThis song is for y'all\nFor all those times that I messed up or we messed up\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nDear sister, got me twisted up in prison I miss ya\nCryin' lookin' at my niece's and my nephew picture\nThey say don't let this cruel world get ya, kinda suspicious\nSwearin' one day you might leave me, for somebody that's richer\nTwist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow\nGotta make it if I have to beg or borrow\nReadin' love letters; late night, locked down and quiet\nIf brothers don't receive they mail best believe we riot\nEatin' Jack-Mack, Starin' at the walls of silence\nInside this cage where they captured all my rage and violence\nIn time I learned a few lessons, never fall for riches\nApologizes to my true sisters, far from b**hes\nHelp me raise my Black nation, reparations are due\nIt's true, caught up in this world I took advantage of you\nSo tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls\nBorn black in this white man's world - and all I heard was\n[Hook]\nWho, knows what tomorrow brings\nIn this world, where everyone's blind?\nAnd where to go, no matter how far I'll find\nTo let you know, that you're not alone\n[Collision: 2Pac]\nOnly thing they ever did wrong (yes!, yes!) was bein' born black (no doubt), in this white man's world. All my ghetto motherf**ers be proud to be black if you proud to have this sh** like this, cause ain't nobody got it like this (all my little Black seeds, born Black in the White man'z world). All these motherf**ers wanna be like us. They all wanna be like us, to be the have naughts: all hail. God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherf**in' doubt\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nBein' born with less, I must confess only adds on to the stress\nTwo gunshots to my homie's head, died in his vest\nShot him to d**h and left him bleedin' for his family to see\nI pa** his casket gently askin', is there heaven for G's\nMy homeboy's doin' life, his baby momma be stressin'\nSheddin' tears when her son, finally ask that questions\nWhere my daddy at? Mama why we live so poor\nWhy you crying? Heard you late night through my bedroom door\nNow do you love me mama? Why they keep on calling me n***a?\nGet my weight up with my hate and pay 'em back when I'm bigger\nAnd still thuggin' in his jail cell, missing my block\nHearin' brothers screamin' all night, wishing they'd stop\nProud to be black but why we act like we don't love ourselves\nDon't look around busta (you s**a) check yourselves\nKnow what it means to be black, whether a man or girl \n\n\n\nWe still struggling, in this white man's world\n[Hook & Ad-libs (2Pac)]\nWho, knows what tomorrow brings\n(Born black in this white man's world)\nIn this world, where everyone's blind?\n(In this white man's world)\nAnd where to go, no matter how far I'll find\n(In this white man's world)\nTo let you know, that you're not alone\n[Collision: {*megaphone*} ]\nWe must fight, for brother Mumia\nWe must fight, for brother Mutulu\nAnd we must fight, for brother Ruchell Magee\nWe must fight, for brother Geronimo Pratt\nWe must fight, for [?], Zulu, [?]\nWe must fight, for countless political prisoners\nWho are locked up falsely by this white man\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nSo tell me why you\nChanged to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye\nMy time away just made perfection, did you think I'd die\nNot gon' cry, why should I care\nLike we holding on to lost love that's no longer there\nCan you please help me, God bless me please keep my seeds healthy\nMaking all my enemies bleed while my G's wealthy\nHoping they bury me with ammunitions, weed, and shells\nJust in case they trip in heaven - ain't no G's in hell\nSister sorry for the pain that I caused your heart\nI know I'll change if you help me, but don't fall apart\nRest in peace to Latasha, Lil' Yummy, and Kato\nToo much for this cold world to take - ended up bein fatal\nEvery woman in America, especially black\nBear with me, can't you see, that we under attack\nI never meant to cause drama, to my sister and mama\nHope we make it, to better times, in this white man's world\n[Hook]\nWho, knows what tomorrow brings\nIn world, where everyone's blind?\nAnd where to go, no matter how far I'll find\nTo let you know, that you're not alone\n[Collision: Khalid Abdul Muhammad]\n\"You're out of touch with reality!\nThere are a few of you in a few smoke-filled rooms\nCalling that the mainstream, while the ma**es of the people\n--White and black, red, yellow and brown, poor and vulnerable-- are suffering in this nation.\"\n[Collision: 2Pac]\nNever that, in this white man's world, they can't stop us\nWe've been here all this time they ain't took us out\nThey can never take us out\nNo matter what they say, about us bein extinct\nAbout us being endangered species, we ain't NEVER gon' leave this\nWe ain't never gon' walk off this planet, unless Y'ALL choose to\nUse your brain, use your brain\nIt ain't them that's k**in' us it's US that's k**in' us\nIt ain't them that's knockin' us off, it's US that's knockin' us off\nI'm tellin' you better watch it, or be a victim\nBe a victim, in this white man's world\n.. born black, in this white man's world, no doubt\nAnd it's dedicated to my motherf**in' teachers\nMutulu Shakur, Geronimo Pratt, Mumia Abu Jamal\nSekou Odinga, all the real O.G.'s, we out\n[Minister Farrakhan - Oct. 17, 1995]\nThe seal, and the constitution, reflect the thinking\nOf the founding fathers, that this was, to be a nation\nBy white people, and for white people\nNative Americans, Blacks, and all other non-white people\nWere to be the burden bearers, for the real citizens of this nation",
    "2pac - Who Do U Believe In lyrics": "(feat. Kadafi (Outlawz))\n[Intro: 2Pac]\nLet us pray\nHeavenly Father, hear a n***a down here\nBefore I go to sleep\nTell me, who do you believe in?\nWho do you believe in?\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nI see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin\nPlus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why\nWatchin our own downfall, witness the end\nIt's like we don't believe in God cause we livin in sin\nI asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed\nPointed his pistol as the cop car pa**ed and blast\nIt's just another murder, nobody mourns no more\nMy tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for\nIs it the miniature caskets, little babies\nVictims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy\nMaybe it's just the d**, visions of how the block was\nCrack came and it was strange how it rocked us\nPerhaps the underlyin fact they hide explain genocide\nIt's when we ride on our own kind\nWhat is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror\nWe can't escape fate, the end is gettin nearer\n[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]\nWho do you believe in?\nI put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin\nAnd even though it's hard, that's who I believe in\nBefore I'm leavin, I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\nCan't close my eyes cause all I see is terror\nI hate the man in the mirror\nCause his reflection makes the pain turn realer\nTimes of Armageddeon, murder in ma** amounts\nIn this society where only gettin the cash counts\nI started out as a beginner\nEntered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner\nI make my money and vacate, evade prison\nWent from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven\nAnd all the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain I feel inside\nYou know, it's like I'm livin just to die\nI fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if I'm worthy\nLivin life thinkin no man can hurt me\nSo I'm askin -- before I lay me down to sleep\nBefore you judge me, look at all the sh** you did to me, my misery\nI rose up from the slums, made it out the flames\nIn my search for fame will I change? I'm askin\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three: Kadafi]\nFaith in Allah, believe in me and this plastic\nCause so far I done witnessed to many dead n***az in caskets\nWith they chest plates stretched like elastic\nAnd what's worse I'm on front line, holdin down camp, still mashin\nHeard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block\nJust came home October of '95 back in Yardsville stuck \n\n\n\nwith a three to five, if he don't act up, now he realize\nIf you don't stay wise, then in this game you f**ed\nTalk to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard\nOne of the grimmies is snitchin, Diamond a stool pigeon I talked to him\nHe said he didn't, my man said he did, in fact he's sure\nCause he just came home off of bail\n[2Pac] Now tell me\n[Chorus]\n[Outro: spoken word]\nWho do you believe in?\nIs it Buddah, Jehovah, or Jah? Or Allah?\nIs it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself?\nDefinately not to be imposed, being a demon\nBecause this is the joy of believing!\nMen, to believe in yourselves\nBut for sure, the higher power\nResides only to ride in the heart of the true\nFrom the soul, of the man; for truth never has an alibi\nIn the poetry, or in it's realm\nThat's what pulls all words together\nJust to understand, that every man, is his OWN man\nAnd only man can satisfy the man\nOnly the soul of the man, the feelings of the man\nThe for realness of the man\nYou can't shake the man when you feel the man you know the man\nAnd you gotta call yourself because you are that man\n[2Pac]\nWho do you believe in?\nI put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin\n[singing while 2Pac speaks]\nWho do you believe in? Put my faith in God, and\nBlessed and still breathin\n[singer + (2Pac)]\nEven though it's hard (Who do you believe in?)\nThat's who I believe in (Put my faith in God)\nBefore I'm leavin (Even though it's hard)\nI'm askin the grievin\n(Before I'm leavin I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?)\nWho do you believe in? (Who do you believe in?)\nWho do you (Blessed and still breathin)\nOh blessed, oh blessed\n(Before I'm leavin I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?)\n[singer]\nOh who do you\nDo you believe in\nHohhhhh-ohhhhh\n[2Pac over singer]\nWho do you believe in?\nI put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin\nAnd even though it's hard, that's who I believe in\nBefore I'm leavin I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?\n[singer + (2Pac)]\nI'm askin (Who do you believe in?)\nI'm askin you (Put my faith in God)\n(That's who I believe in)\n(Before I'm leavin I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?)\n[2Pac]\nWho do you believe in?\nI'm blessed and still breathin\nThat's who I believe in\nBefore I'm leavin, I'm askin the grievin\nWho do you believe in?\nWho do you believe in? [echoes to fade]\n",
    "2pac - Who Do You Believe In lyrics": "Let us pray\nHeavenly Father, hear a n***a down here\nBefore I go to sleep\nTell me, who do you believe in?\nWho do you believe in?\nI see mothers in black cryin', brothers in packs dyin'\nPlus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why\nWatchin' our own downfall, witness the end\nIt's like we don't believe in God cause we livin' in sin\nI asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed\nPointed his pistol as the cop car pa**ed and blast\nIt's just another murder, nobody mourns no more\nMy tear drops gettin' bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin' for\nIs it the miniature caskets, little babies\nVictims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy\nMaybe it's just the d**, visions of how the block was\nCrack came and it was strange how it rocked us\nPerhaps the underlyin' fact stay high explain genocide\nIt's when we ride on our own kind\nWhat is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror\nWe can't escape fate, the end is gettin' nearer\n[Chorus: 2x]\nWho do you believe in?\nI put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'\nAnd even though it's hard, that's who I believe in\nBefore I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin', who do you believe in?\nCan't close my eyes cause all I see is terror\nI hate the man in the mirror\nCause his reflection makes the pain turn realer\nTimes of Armageddon, murder in ma** amounts\nIn this society where only gettin' the cash counts\nI started out as a beginner\nEntered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner\nI make my money and vacate, evade prison\nWent from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven\nAnd all the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain I feel inside\nYou know, it's like I'm livin' just to die\nI fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin' if I'm worthy\nLivin' life thinkin' no man can hurt me\nSo I'm askin' -- before I lay me down to sleep\nBefore you judge me, look at all the sh** you did to me, my misery\nI rose up from the slums, made it out the flames\nIn my search for fame will I change? I'm askin'\n[Chorus]\nFaith in Allah, believe in me and this plastic\nCause so far I done witnessed to many dead n***as in caskets\nWith they chest plates stretched like elastic\nAnd what's worse I'm on front line, holdin' down camp, still mashin'\nHeard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block \n\n\n\nJust came home October of '95 back in Yardsville stuck\nwith a three to five, if he don't act up, now he realize\nIf you don't stay wise, then in this game you f**ed\nTalk to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard\nOne of the grimmies is snitchin', Diamond a stool pigeon I talked to him\nHe said he didn't, my man said he did, in fact he's sure\nCause he just came home off of bail\nNow tell me\n[Chorus]\nWho do you believe in?\nIs it Buddha, Jehovah, or Jah?\nOr Allah?\nIs it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself?\nDefinitely not to be imposed, being a demon\nBecause this is the joy of believing!\nMen, to believe in yourselves\nBut for sure, the higher power\nResides only to ride in the heart of the true\nFrom the soul, of the man; for truth never has an alibi\nIn the poetry, or in it's realm\nThat's what pulls all words together\nJust to understand, that every man, is his OWN man\nAnd only man can satisfy the man\nOnly the soul of the man, the feelings of the man\nThe for realness of the man\nYou can't shake the man when you feel the man you know the man\nAnd you gotta call yourself because you are that man\nWho do you believe in?\nI put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'\nWho do you believe in? Put my faith in God, and\nBlessed and still breathin'\nEven though it's hard (Who do you believe in?)\nThat's who I believe in (Put my faith in God)\nBefore I'm leavin' (Even though it's hard)\nI'm askin' the grievin'\n(Before I'm leavin' I'm askin' the grievin' - who do you believe in?)\nWho do you believe in? (Who do you believe in?)\nWho do you (Blessed and still breathin')\nOh blessed, oh blessed\n(Before I'm leavin' I'm askin' the grievin' - who do you believe in?)\nOh who do you\nDo you believe in\nOh, Oh\nWho do you believe in?\nI put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'\nAnd even though it's hard, that's who I believe in\nBefore I'm leavin' I'm askin' the grievin' - who do you believe in?\nI'm askin' (Who do you believe in?)\nI'm askin' you (Put my faith in God)\n(That's who I believe in)\n(Before I'm leavin' I'm askin' the grievin', who do you believe in?)\nWho do you believe in?\nI'm blessed and still breathin'\nThat's who I believe in\nBefore I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin'\nWho do you believe in?",
    "2pac - Who Do You Love? lyrics": "Maybe it's the thug in me\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nEver since I was a young scrub\nI was a thug on the corner with my n***az slangin' d**\nI'm runnin' from the narcs when they pa** by\nDon't ask why, I'm a hustler till my a** die\nEven if I do come up, I'll be ready when they run up, huh\nI'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh\nI never trust these hoes at all\nf**ing with them tramp a** s*uts, you suppose to fall\nSince she played you for you money but the sh** was cool\nYes, it's true n***az be b**hes too\nYou can't see how she worked you, all up in her skirt\nNow you looking like a jerk, 'cause she hurt you\nNow heads up, don't be a playa, hater\nJust peep game, keep your mind on your money\nWatch the b**h change\nSee hoes love thugs and thugs love loot\nHand it over, motherf**er, before I shoot\nWho do you love?\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nTell me, who do you love?\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nWho do you love?\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nTell me, who do you love?\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nI'm livin' that thug life, baby \n\n\n\nSteady smoking endo, going crazy\nBaby, come and hug me\nWhen you rub me, turn the lights down\nWe in the dark, do you love me\nEverybody is talking 'bout they know me\nBut they ain't down like my motherf**ing homies\nTell me what you need when you see me\nAnd we can get it on, b*atch, take it easy\nDon't try to hold me, control me\nBut you can take my number, baby, call me when you lonely\n'Cause it's a mans world, ain't no need to ask why\nI'm high till I die and strapped with my 4-5\n'Cause you can lose it in the gutter\nI wonder if I die by the hands of another broke motherf**er\nThey call me the alcoholer, I'm all in, thug for life n***a ballin'\nI'm gettin' tired of these hoes tryna play me\nYou can't fade me and my n***az going crazy\nAll day long I'm straight thuggin' and constantly mean muggin'\nBreakin' the b**hes that be buggin'\nTell me who do you love?\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nTell me, who do you love?\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nWho do you love?\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nTell me who do you love?\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nMaybe it's the thug in me\nWho do you love?",
    "2pac - Who Murdered Me lyrics": "[Intro: Reporter]\nYou may remember hearing about a murder\nIn Las Vegas 2 months ago\nIn which a popular and controversal performer\nWas shot\nGang land style and k**ed\nIt's a murder that hasn't yet been solved\nBut the investigation has invited closer scrutiny\nOf the music industry\n(Fades away)\n[2Pac]\nThem same mother f**ers wanta murder me\nThem same mother f**ers\nThem same mother f**ers wanta murder me\n(Y'all mother f**ing crazy)\n[VERSE 1]\nCrazy\nI got a work with what you gave me\nClaiming I'm a criminal\nWhen you the one that made me\nThey got me trapped in this slavery\nNow I'm lost in this holocaust\nHeading for my grave G\nI told Sam he can f** the war\n& got a busted jaw\nFor saying f** the law\nAnd if you wonder why I'm Mad check the records\nWhat's a n***a got a do to get respected\nSometimes I think I'm Getting tested\n& if I dont say yes a n***a's quick to get arrested \n\n\n\nThat's the reason I stay zested\nI keep a vest on my chest\nIncase the cops are getting restless\nWalk around ready to light sh** up\n& since my life is f**ed\nSome say I'm slighty nuts\nBuck buck is the sound as i mooova\nOther n***as pay attention when a fool bust\nThey make a n***a be a k**er\nI used to be a dealer\nBut they wanted to see whooo's realer\nNow them same motherf**ers want a murder me\n& i wonder if the lord ever heard of me\nChorus\nThem same mother f**ers want a murder me\n(they know everyday when I'm breathing it's it's...)\nThem same mother f**ers want a murder me\n(Everytime i speak i want the truth to come out)\nThem same mother f**ers want a murder me(You know what I'm saying everytime i speak i dont want sh**)\n& i wonder if the lord ever heard of me\nI need loot so I'm doing what i do\n& don't say sh**\nUntil you've walked in my shoes\n[VERSE 2:Onyx]\n...",
    "2pac - Why Must U Be Unfaithful lyrics": "[Sarah Jones]\nWhy must you be unfaithful? For women..\nMen, you shouldn't listen to your selfish heart\nIt doesn't really have a brain\nBesides keepin you alive, it's existence is in vain\nAnd how could I be so mean, and say your heart has no place?\nBecause mortal men fall in love again\nas fast as they change their face \n\n\n\nI may be cruel, but think awhile about the hearts that you have broken\nand match that, with the empty vows and broken promises you've spoken\nNow I'm not saying females are perfect\ncause we know, it's not true\nBut why must you be unfaithful\nif her heart is true to you?",
    "2pac - Why Must U Be Unfaithful (4 Women) lyrics": "MEN!\nu shouldn't listen 2 your selfish heart\nIt doesn't really have a brain\nBesides keeping u alive\nIts existence is in vain\n\"How could I be so mean,\nand say your heart has no place?\"\nBecause mortal men fall in love again\nas fast as they changed their face\nI may be cruel, but think awhile about \n\n\n\nThe hearts that u have broken\nMatch that with the empty vows\nand broken promises u've spoken\nI am not saying females R perfect\nBecause men we know it's not true\nBut why must u be unfaithful\nIf her heart is true 2 u!!!!\n-Shakur",
    "2pac - Why Must You Be Unfaithful - Sarah Jones lyrics": "[Sarah Jones]\nWhy must you be unfaithful? For women..\nMen, you shouldn't listen to your selfish heart\nIt doesn't really have a brain\nBesides keepin you alive, it's existence is in vain\nAnd how could I be so mean, and say your heart has no place?\nBecause mortal men fall in love again\nas fast as they change their face \n\n\n\nI may be cruel, but think awhile about the hearts that you have broken\nand match that, with the empty vows and broken promises you've spoken\nNow I'm not saying females are perfect\ncause we know, it's not true\nBut why must you be unfaithful\nif her heart is true to you?",
    "2pac - Why U Turn On Me lyrics": "(Ol' switcheroo-a**, b**h made motherf**ers..)\nOutlaw n***a, Westside, throw it up\nHahaha.. had love for 'em, but why you turnin on me?\nWhy me? Westside, how you do it boy?\n[2Pac]\nI went from, nothin to somethin now they all wanna see me fall\nAnd the player haters hate to see a thug n***a ball\nAnd they say we hate the East coast, but that's funny\nGot a lot of love for, any n***az gettin money\nI made a song about my enemies and n***az tripped\nIt was hip-hop until Tupac f**ed Biggie b**h\nY'all n***az hypocrites and b**h made\nNow either love me or hate me but real thug n***az get paid\nHave me catchin cases all across the nation\nI went to jail to bail to barely on probation\nThey got a player facin three strikes, and we might\njust blast God bless the child that can get cash\nBut all these n***az turnin and never learn\nGot a long line of n***az player hatin me but gettin burned\nTalk a lot of sh** but youse a trick in drag\nLike the Mack make you fall back and stick yo' a** for back pay\n[Chorus: singers + 2Pac]\nWhy you wanna turn on me?\nNever thought you would backstab me (Why y'all turnin on me?)\nWhen you n***az see me you flee (Why me?)\nCause I'm a T-H with the U-G.. (Why me?)\nWhy you wanna turn on me?\nNever thought you would backstab me\nWhen you n***az see me you flee\nCause I'm a T-H with the U-G\n[add to line seven of Chorus first time: \"Yeah n***a!\"]\n[2Pac]\nIt, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct\nApproach the juvenile delinquent, we still decent\nPlayin catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs\nf** school we was skippin drink a fifth on the curb\nMe and you, no closer two, while drinkin brew\nWhat you need n***a? Anything at all come to me n***a \n\n\n\nYou can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes\nGave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door\nBut then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye\nMy time away just made perfection, did you think I'd die?\nI never got a single visit yet I carry on\nAll my old friends too busy now my money gone\nSaid I got raped in jail, picture that? {*laughter*}\nRevenge is a payback b**h, get your gat\nf** {Wendy Williams} and I pray you choke\non the next dick down your throat, for turnin on me\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\nI put Jenny Craig on your fat a**, you fat troll\nAnybody ever seen {Wendy Williams} fat a**?\nWhy you always wearin Spandex you fat b**h?\nI know your p**y stinks, you fat hoe\nI'm puttin Jenny Craig on you b**h\nI'm about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit\nthrough Jenny Craig to come find yo' a**\nand put you in a fat farm, you fat b**h!\nThug Life, Outlaw, Westside b**h\nIt's Tupac so you know who said it\nAnd for everybody who didn't like what I said about that other trick\nand Mobb Deep, f** you too n***a!\nIf a n***a didn't want to get talked about\nhe shouldn'ta stepped in the f**in ring\nIf Tyson don't want to get knocked out\nhe don't step in the f**in ring, that's how the sh** go\nWhen Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherf**ers out!\nWell that's what Tupac gon' do\nWhen n***az come against me, I'ma knock they punk a** out!\nOne way or the motherf**in other\nThis old motherf**in n***a in the South told me n***a\nIt's more than one way to skin a cat\nIt's more than one way to shoot a gat\nIt's more than one way to die n***a\nWhen I'm through, everybody cry n***a\nThis is how we do it\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac]\nf** you too n***a!",
    "2pac - Why We Thugs (Remix) lyrics": "[Verse 1: Eazy-E]\nYeah, let's take a trip\nJust sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip\nOn a funky-dope track jump back\nStrapped with a fat buddah sack and a 7-8 'Lac\nGo clean, gangsta lean, I got green\nBut I serve dubs like it ain't no thing\nIt's so sweet, when you got money to spend\nI got a proper big tilt and a fabec Benz\nI make ends, spend my dough on no ho\nThat's how it is, and that's how it goes\nAct like ya know when I creep real slow\nGivin love to them playaz that I know is real G's\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nMobbin' like a motherf**er stuck\nCan you put your middle finger out the window gettin' f**ed off - liquor\nGet loaded can't control it\nn***a pa** me the blunt and let me roll it\nYou get the bones act to the whole stack\nKeep your dough fat\n[Verse 3: Eazy-E]\nOr you might get what we call the rat pack\nI gives a damn bout a skanless trick\nLet me hit it one time and trick that sick\nI don't trip, gives my dough to no ho\nThat's how it is, I got no love for ya\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nAnd jealous muthaf**as can't see\nThat it's the fame that caught these stupid b**hes, pa** the p**y free\nSo tell me why u sweatin' a muthaf**a like me?\nA young n***a tryin' to a hustle up some G's\nYou p**y a** playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on n***as\nJumpin' around at the shows\nAnd your the first muthaf**a to jump\nTo the trunk when it's time for fun\nLittle trick a** punk\n[Verse 5: Eazy-E]\nDump dump on fools with a quickness\nAnd they got no cure for this sickness\nI get paid for the way that I kick this\nLike a g-ster, an OG-ster (who's that?)\nA real playa named Eazy\nAnd I live my life straight crazy\nDon't need no punk fools payin' me\nAnd broke groupies and hootchies don't faze me\nI take two steps back and release myself\nTo put platinum and gold on the record shelf\nI don't brag, but I do it like a straight up iz\nBefore you do a record, partner, handle your business \n\n\n\n[Verse 6: 2Pac]\nAnd tell me what does it take to be a G?\nI started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\nYou gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\nStarted as a young muthaf**a doin' dirt\nAnd now I'm in the rap game like the crack game\nI got enemies\nCan't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\nAnd even thug muthaf**as wanna have fun\nStuck it, buckin' my muthaf**in' magnum\nWhat does it take to be a G?\nSilence is a must, violence is a plus\nPlus, shots at my adversaries\nDem n***as scary best it's time to be buried\nCause ill be buckin' in a f**in' hurry\n[Verse 7: Ice Cube]\nThey give us guns and d**\nThen wonder why you don't f** with thugs\nYou wanna count the slugs\nThen come around here and f** wit us (you know)\nThey give us guns and d**\nThen wonder why you don't f** with thugs\nYou wanna count the slugs\nThen come around here and f** with us\nI'm from the land of the gang bang\nSince I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed\nIt's the same ol' same\nBush run sh** like Saddam Hussein\nI co*k and aim, clinically insane\nTo deal with this bullsh** day to day\nIf I sell some yay or smoke some hay\nYou b**hes wanna throw me up in pelican's bay\nCall me an animal up in the system\nBut who's the animal that built this prison\nWho's the animal that invented lower living\nThe projects, thank god for Russell Simmons\nThank god for Sugarhill\nI'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill\nY'all know what it is, scared for your own kids\nHow these ghetto n***as taken over showbiz\n[Outro: Ice Cube]\nEvery hood's the same, every hood's the same\nEvery hood's the same, every hood's the same\nEvery hood's the same, every hood's the same\nStop trippin' on me\nEvery hood's the same, every hood's the same\nEvery hood's the same, every hood's the same\nEvery hood's the same, every hood's the same",
    "2pac - Why You Turning On Me ? lyrics": "Intro :\nThose old switcho a** b**h made muf**az\nOutlaw n***a, westside throw it up\nHahaha\nUse to have love for 'em\nWhy u turning on\n(why me?)\nWestside! how you do it ?\nVerse 1 :\nI went from nothing to something\nNow they all see me fall\nAnd the playahaters hate to see a thug hit the ballers\nThey say we hate the eastcoast\nBut thats funny\nGot a lot of love for any n***as getting money\nI made a song about my enemies and n***as trip\nIt was hip-hop until 2pac f**ed biggie's b**h\nYou'll n***as need to get your b**h made\nEither love me or hate me\nBut real thug n***as get paid\nHave me catching cases all across the nation\nI went to jail to bail to barely on probation\nAnd got a playa facing three strikes and we might\nJust blast god bless the child that can get cash\nBut all these n***as turning and never learn\nGot a long line of n***as playa hating me\nBut getting bird\nTalk a lot of sh**\nBut you trick and trash\nLike the mac making a fall back\nAnd stick your a** for back staping\nChorus : - (2pac)\nWhy you want to turn on me\nI never thought you were back stabb me\n(why you turning on me? why me?)\nWhen you n***az see me, you flee (why me?)\nCause i'm a t-h-n***a-u-g\n(why me?)\nWhy you want to turn on me\nI never thought you were back stabb me\nWhen you n***az see me, you flee (yeah n***a)\nCause i'm a t-h-n***a-u-g\nVerse 2 :\nIt started so innocent\nBut ended in the fiftiesm\nI vote you juvenile deliquents\nWe still peacing\nPlain catching hits\nYou diss the herts\nf** school you was skipping (haha)\nYou were sleeping on the curb\nMe and you no close than two\nWhile drinking brew\nWhat you need n***a\nAnything it will come to me n***a\nYou can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes\nGave you the keys to the jeep\nOffer my home as an open door\nBut then you victimed in a direction\nIn a blink of an eye\nMy time away just made perfection\nDid you think i would die?\nI never got a single visit\nYet i carry on\nAll my old friends to busy now my money is gone\n\n\n\nSaid i got raped in jail picture that (hahaha)\nRevenge is a pay back b**h\nGet your gat\nf** (blank) and i pay back, b**h\nOn the next knit down your throat\nFor turning on me\nChorus : - (2pac)\nWhy you want to turn on me\nI never thought you were back stabb me\n(why you turning on me?)\nWhen you n***az see me, you flee (why me?)\nCause i'm a t-h-n***a-u-g\n(why me?)\nWhy you want to turn on me\nI never thought you were back stabb me\nWhen you n***az see me, you flee\nCause i'm a t-h-n***a-u-g\nOutro:\nI'll put jenny craig on your fat a**,\nYou fatro, anybody seen (blank)\nFat a**, why you always wearing spandex, you fat b**h,\nI know your p**y stinks, you fat hoe,\nI'm putting jenny craig on you b**h, i'm about to\nPut a $20,000 dollar hit through jenny craig to come find your fat a**\nAnd put you in a fat farm b**h,\nYou fat b**h, thug life, outlawz, wetside, b**h,\nIt's tupac so you now who said it,\nAnd everybody who didn't like what i said about that other trick mobb deep,\nf** you too n***a,\nIf the n***a didn't want to get talked about,\nHe never should have stepped in the mothaf**n ring,\nIf tyson doesn't want to get knocked out,\nHe don't step in the mothaf**n ring,\nThat's how the sh** goes,\nWhen tyson get in the f**n ring, he knocks mothaf**as out,\nWell that's what tupac going to do,\nWhen n***as come against me, i'm going to knock their punk a** out,\nOne way or the mothaf**n other,\nThis own mothaf**a is n***a and it's outo n***a,\nTheres more than one way to skin a gat,\nTheres more than one way to shoot a gat,\nTheres one more than one way to die n***a,\nWhen i'm through everybody cry's n***a,\nThis is how we do it\nOutro chorus : - (2pac)\nWhy you want to turn on me\nI never thought you were back stabb me\n(why you turning on me?)\nWhen you n***az see me, you flee (why me?)\nCause i'm a t-h-n***a-u-g\nWhy you want to turn on me\nI never thought you were back stabb me\nWhen you n***az see me, you flee\nCause i'm a t-h-n***a-u-g\n(f** you too!!)\n",
    "2pac - Wife 4 Life lyrics": "Thug for life n***a\nCan't you read the signs?\nf** it man Whatchu doin'? Mobbin' like a motherf**er stuck\nCan you put your middle finger\nOut the window gettin' f**ed off, liquor?\nGet loaded can't control it\nn***a pa** me the blunt and let me roll it\nYou get the bones act to the whole stack, that's fo sho black To be a mack and keep your dough fat\nAnd tell me what does it take to be a G?\nI started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\nYou gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\nStarted as a young muthaf**a doin' dirt\nAnd now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\nAnd even thug muthaf**as wanna have fun\nStuck it, buckin' my muthaf**in' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\nSilence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\nDem n***az scary best it's time to be buried\n'Cause I'll be buckin' in a f**in' hurry Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid a** b**hes ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid a** b**hes ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid a** b**hes ask why, tell 'em Game, thicker than most of these tricks \n\n\n\nI got my mind on makin' money\nBut you stuck on these fake b**hes\nAnd jealous muthaf**as can't see\nThat it's the fame that caught\nThese stupid b**hes, pa** the p**y free So tell me why you sweatin' a muthaf**a like me?\nA young n***a tryin' to a hustle up some G's\nYou p**y a** playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on n***as\nJumpin' around at the shows\nAnd your the first muthaf**a to jump\nTo the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick a** punk\nThug muthaf**as don't die we get high and we multiply\nMuthaf**a\nGive a holla to my n***as in the bay\nI'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid a** b**hes ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid a** b**hes ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid a** b**hes ask why, tell 'em Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid a** b**hes ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid a** b**hes ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid a** b**hes ask why, tell 'em Thug for life, b**h\nYeah n***a, thug life, from now till the muthaf**in' ever\nHave notz in this muthaf**a\nYeah, no doubt",
    "2pac - Wife 4 Life: Dedicated 2 April lyrics": "I hope u heard me when I asked\nu that night 2 be my wife\nNot for this year or next\nBut mine for all your life\n2 accept me when I sin\nand understand me when I fail\nNot 2 mention standing the rain \n\n\n\nwhich comes down as hard as hail\nI am not the best of men\nMy faults could scare the night\nBut my heart is always pure 2 my wife 4 life",
    "2pac - Wineberry Over Gold Side A&B (Mixtape) lyrics": "Wineberry Over Gold 1995 (Stick 1 Personal Tape)\nSide A :\n1. Skit - DJ Screw\n2. It Ain't Easy - 2Pac\n3. I Wanna Be Free (Freestyle) - Fat Pat\n4. Something 4 Tha Mood - DJ Quick\n5. Chocalate City - Lench Mob\n6. Outta Bounds - E-40\n7. Dusted And Disgusted - E-40 \n\n\n\n8. Murder Ain't Easy - Spice 1\nSide B :\n1. 2 Tha Head - Ant Banks\n2. Outlaw - 2Pac\n3. Lil' Ass G - Ice Cube\n4. It's All Bad - E-40\n5. Coming Up Short - Too Short\n6. Lord Knows - 2Pac\n7. Outro - Crime Boss\n8. Freshest MC - Kay Dee",
    "2pac - Wish The Best For My Enemies lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nYeah, BK Brooklyn went ma**ive on the track ya'll\nUh, Makavelli rest in peace, huh Oulawz whaddup\nFatal Hussein, EDI Mean,(Yeah) gorilla gang, bangin' smurf domination\n(You KNOW!) Heh, you know how we do it\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nJust holla my name and witness game official\nn***as is so ashamed they stand stiff like scared b**hes\nWhile I remain inside a paradox called my block\nThough gunshots is promised to me, when will I stop?\nI hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high\nWitness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried me\nI send they bodies to they parents up North\nWith they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off\nf** 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues\nf** a trick, get me rich and the b**hes'll come\nBust my gun, make 'em all scatter\nBullets to my nuts only made my balls better, eat a dick BEYOTCH!\nMercy, never that, you say you comin' back?\nBring it on, forever strapped\nIntroduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so far\nJust sell me your soul, and live the life.. (of a ghetto star)\n[Hook]\nI wish nothing but the best for my enemies\nI know they wanna see me descended n even when im dead\nThey don't wanna see me in peace\nThey'd rather see me suffer a lifetime of trice\nWhen I'm gone jealousy is the same old song\nI wish nothing but the best for my enemies\nI'mma warrior born to survive the struggle\nIts a game of tug of war you gotta hustle\n[Verse 2: Nutso]\nYou see the road that I quarrel is long and hard\nPhysical and mental scars\nWishin' for paradise in a place where I'm against the odds\nRough nights then gun fights had me on the edge of d**h\nBut some how some way god chose to spare my breath\nWhen my enemies succeed in my a**a**ination\nThoughts of d**h is it the future of my imagination\nBefore they put me in the dirt I'm squeezin' first\nHate to see my mama cry following behind my hearse \n\n\n\nNothin' worse I can't picture myself sayin they shot me\nCause even when I think I'm alone, god got me\nThroughout life I learned a lot of valuable lessons\nInvest in the future you can't take a fortune in heaven\nFriends changed so I walk on my weapons\nSo let me come for ME\nI'm patiently waitin' to put em under me\nA ghetto star just trynna live my life comfortably\nBein' hara**ed and attacked so whatchu want from me\n[Hook]\n[Interlude: 2Pac]\nCheck yourself you gotta snatch some collars\nAnd let them motherf**ers know you gonna take them OUT\nAnytime YOU feel like it\nYou gotta get the ground beneath your feet partner\nAnd get the wind behind your back and go out and blaze if you got to\nYou gotta be ready to throw down, stand up and die for that\nOtherwise you ain't sh**, you might as well be dead your damn self\n[Verse 3: 2Pac]\nTalkin' to my homies that was worried\nSee my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried forgive me\nPlease give me shelter, guard my friends\nLift up my head from my hands that are warm with tears\nI see bodies gettin' splashed with acid\n2 shots ring from the plastic Glock wrapped in plastic\nBuried n basted time to notify\nHis fam wishin', ain't nothin' left to be identified\nEvacuate the crime seen fast, Why\nHeard the feds that are wanted for my a**, Why\nI won't touch down till I see do you wanna\nSell out shops, sellin' em crooked counts marijuana\nLabel me a success\nI made a switch, retired from the life that never gave me sh**\nWent from cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars\nAn addict for a wife, live my life as a ghetto star\n[Outro]\nYeah man, GF Records man, fire whaddup\nHaha my n***a empho lookin for this one ya'll\nGorilla gang man, 2Pac rest in peace man\nWe got this man, 2004 sh** man\nThis sh** from the heart ya'll\nHuh, I wish the best for my enemies\nBrrrrrraaaaaaaahhhhh",
    "2pac - Wonda Why They Call U b**h lyrics": "You wonda why they call you b**h\nLook here Miss Thang, hate to salt your game\nBut you's a money hungry woman and you need to change\nIn the locker room, all the homies do is laugh\nHigh fives cause anotha n***a played your a**\nIt was said you were sleeezy, even easy\nSleepin' around for what you need\nSee it's your thing and you can shake it how you wanna\nGive it up free or make your money on the corner\nBut don't be bad and play the game, get mad and change\nThen you wonda why these muthaf**ers call you names\nStill lookin' for a way out, and that's okay\nI can see you wanna stray, there's a way out\nKeep your mind on your money, enroll in school\nAnd as the years pa** by, you can show them fools\nBut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck\nYou're headin' for the bathroom 'bout to get tossed up\nStill looking for a rich man, you dug a ditch\nGot your legs up trying to get rich\nI love you like a sister, but you need to switch\nAnd that's why they called you b**h\nI betcha\nYou wonda why they call you b**h\nYou leave your kids with your mama cause your headin' for the club\nIn a skin tight miniskirt looking for some love\nGot them legs wide open while you're sittin' at the bar\nTalkin' to some n***a 'bout his car\nI guess he said he had a Lexus, what's next?\nYou headin' to his car for some s**\nI pa** by, can't hold back tears inside\nCause Lord knows, for years I tried \n\n\n\nAnd all the other people on my block hate your guts\nThen you wonda why they stare, and call you, \"s*ut\"\nIt's like your mind don't understand\nYou don't have to k** your dreams plotting schemes on a man\nKeep your head up, legs closed, eyes open\nEither a n***a wear a rubber or he die smokin'\nI'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch\nAnd n***as wouldn't call you b**h, I betcha\nYou wonda why they call you b**h\nI guess times getting hard, even harder for you, cause hey now\nGot a baby on the way now\nMore money from the county, and thanks to the welfare\nYou're about to get your hair done\nGot a dinner date, can't be late\nTrick or treat, sweet thing got another trick to meet\nThe way he did it it was smooth, plotting while he gaming you\nSo baby, peep the rules\nI should've seen it in the first case, the worst case\nI should've never called you back in the first place\nI remember back in high school, baby you was fast\nStraight s**, when you moved your a**\nBut now things change, cause you don't look the same\nLet the ghetto get the best of you, baby, that's a shame\nCaught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased\nAnd finally be in peace\nSo where your n***as at now, cause everybody left\nThey stepped, and left you on your own\nSee I loved you like a sister, but you died to quick\nAnd that's why we called you b**h, I betcha",
    "2pac - Wonder Why They Call U lyrics": "[Chorus: 2Pac]\nYou wonda why they call U b**h\nYou wonda why they call U b**h.\nYou wonda why they call U b**h\nYou wonda why they call U b**h.\nYou wonda why they call U b**h\nYou wonda why they call U b**h.\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\nLook here Miss Thang\nhate to salt your game\nbut yous a money hungry woman\nand you need to change.\nIn tha locker room\nall the homies do is laugh.\nHigh five's cuz anotha n***a\nplayed your a**.\nIt was said you were sleeezy\neven easy\nsleepin around for what\nyou need\nSee it's your thang\nand you can shake it how you wanna.\nGive it up free\nor make your money on the corner.\nBut don't be bad and play the game\nget mad and change.\nThen you wonda why these muthaf**as\ncall you names.\nStill lookin' for a way out\nand that's OK\nI can see you wanna stray\nthere's a way out.\nKeep your mind on your money,\nenroll in school.\nAnd as the years pa** by\nyou can show them fools.\nBut you ain't tryin' to hear me\ncuz your stuck,\nyou're headin' for the bathroom\n'bout to get tossed up.\nStill lookin' for a rich man\nyou dug a ditch,\ngot your legs up\ntryin' to get rich.\nI love you like a sista\nbut you need to switch\nand that's why they called\nU b**h, I betcha.\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\nYou leave your kids with your mama\ncuz your headin' for the club\nin a skin tight miniskirt\nlookin' for some love.\nGot them legs wide open\nwhile you're sittin' at the bar\nTalkin' to some n***a\n'bout his car.\nI guess he said he\nhad a Lexxxus, what's next?\nYou headin' to his car for some s**\nI pa** by\ncan't hold back tears inside\ncuz, lord knows\nfor years I tried.\nAnd all the other people\non my block hate your guts\nThen you wonda why they stare \n\n\n\nand call you s*ut.\nIt's like your mind don't understand\nyou don't have to k** your\ndreams ploten'\nschemes on a man\nKeep your head up, legs closed, eyes open\neither a n***a wear a rubber or he die smokin'\nI'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch\nand n***as wouldn't call you b**h, I betcha.\n[Chorus]\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\nI guess times gettin' hard\neven harder for you\ncuz, hey now, got a baby\non the way now\nMore money from the county\nand thanks to the welfare\nyou're about to\nget your hair done.\nGot a dinner date\ncan't be late\ntrick or treat, sweet thang\ngot anotha trick to meet.\nThe way he did it\nit was smooth\nplottin' while he gamin' you\nSo baby, peep tha rules.\nI shoulda seen it in the first case\nthe worst case\nI shoulda never called you back\nin the first place.\nI remember back in high school\nbaby you was fast\nstraight s**\nand barely move your a**.\nBut now things change\ncuz you don't look the same\nlet the ghetto get the best of you\nbaby, that's a shame\nCaught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased\nand finally be in peace.\nSo where your n***as at now\ncuz everybody left\nthey stepped\nand left you on your own\nSee I loved you like a sista\nbut you died to quick\nAnd that's why we called U b**h, I betcha.\n[Chorus]\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nDear Ms. Deloris Tucker\nkeep stressen me\nf**in' with a muthaf**en mind\nI figured you wanted to know\nyou know\nwhy we call them hos b**hes\nand maybe this might help you understand\nit ain't personal\nstrictly business baby\nstrictly business\nSo If you wonder why we call U b**h\nYou wonder why we call U b**h\nIf you wonder why we call U b**h\nYou wonder why we call U b**h",
    "2pac - Wonder Why They Call U Bytch lyrics": "Chorus:\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h.\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h.\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h.\nLook here miss thang\nHate to salt your game\nBut yous a money hungry woman\nAnd you need to change.\nIn tha locker room\nAll the homies do is laugh.\nHigh five's cuz anotha n***a\nPlayed your a**.\nIt was said you were sleazy\nEven easy\nSleepin around for what\nYou need\nSee it's your thang\nAnd you can shake it how you wanna.\nGive it up free\nOr make your money on the corner.\nBut don't be bad and play the game\nGet mad and change.\nThen you wonda why these muthaf**as\nCall you names.\nStill lookin' for a way out\nAnd that's ok\nI can see you wanna stray\nThere's a way out.\nKeep your mind on your money,\nEnroll in school.\nAnd as the years pa** by\nYou can show them fools.\nBut you ain't tryin' to hear me\nCuz your stuck,\nYou're headin' for the bathroom\n'bout to get tossed up.\nStill lookin' for a rich man\nYou dug a ditch,\nGot your legs up\nTryin' to get rich.\nI love you like a sista\nBut you need to switch\nAnd that's why they called\nU b**h, i betcha.\nChorus\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h. i betcha.\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h. i betcha.\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h. betcha.\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h.\nYou leave your kids with your mama\nCuz your headin' for the club\nIn a skin tight miniskirt\nLookin' for some love.\nGot them legs wide open\nWhile you're sittin' at the bar\nTalkin' to some n***a\n'bout his car.\nI guess he said he\nHad a lexxxus, what's next?\nYou headin' to his car for some s**\nI pa** by\nCan't hold back tears inside\nCuz, lord knows\nFor years i tried.\nAnd all the other people\nOn my block hate your guts\nThen you wonda why they stare\nAnd call you s*ut.\nIt's like your mind don't understand\nYou don't have to k** your\nDreams ploten'\nSchemes on a man\nKeep your head up, legs closed, eyes open\n\n\n\nEither a n***a wear a rubber or he die smokin'\nI'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch\nAnd n***as wouldn't call you b**h, i betcha.\nChorus\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h. i betcha.\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h. betcha.\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h.\nI guess times gettin' hard\nEven harder for you\nCuz, hey now, got a baby\nOn the way now\nMore money from the county\nAnd thanks to the welfare\nYou're about to\nGet your hair done.\nGot a dinner date\nCan't be late\nTrick or treat, sweet thang\nGot anotha trick to meet.\nThe way he did it\nIt was smooth\nPlottin' while he gamin' you\nSo baby, peep tha rules.\nI shoulda seen it in the first case\nThe worst case\nI shoulda never called you back\nIn the first place.\nI remember back in high school\nBaby you was fast\nStraight s**\nAnd barely move your a**.\nBut now things change\nCuz you don't look the same\nLet the ghetto get the best of you\nBaby, that's a shame\nCaught hiv and now you 'bout to be deceased\nAnd finally be in peace.\nSo where your n***as at now\nCuz everybody left\nThey stepped\nAnd left you on your own\nSee i loved you like a sista\nBut you died to quick\nAnd that's why we called u b**h, i betcha.\nChorus\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h. i betcha.\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h. i betcha.\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h\nYou wonda why they call u b**h.\n(tupac speaking)\nDear ms. deloris tucker\nKeep stressen me\nf**in' with a muthaf**en mind\nI figured you wanted to know\nYou know\nWhy we call them hos b**hes\nAnd maybe this might help you understand\nIt ain't personal\nStrictly business baby\nStrictly business\nSo if you wonder why we call u b**h\nYou wonder why we call u b**h\nIf you wonder why we call u b**h\nYou wonder why we call u b**h\n",
    "2pac - Words 2 My First Born lyrics": "(feat. Above the Law)\nHehehe, these are my words to my first born..\n[2Pac]\nCan you picture, young n***az in a rush to grow\ntil hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat\nProbably never even saw it comin - too busy bullsh**tin\nCaught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a b**h\nThey got me twisted in this game\nThe feds and the punk, po-lice pointin pistols at my brain\nI wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out\nMy homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house\nwhat was supposed to be a easy hit - now sh** is flipped\ncause n***az died over bullsh** - it's not my dream\nI'm seein pictures of a broken man, no witnesses\nOnly the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents\nin our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical\nWe hobble through these tryin times, livin blind\nLord help me with my troubled soul\nWhy all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?\nAnd right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love\nto the thugs in heaven I'll see you there\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned\nHelp you make it through the storm\nMy words to my first born, feel me\n.. My words to my first born\n.. My words to my first born\n[2Pac]\nSince my very first day on this earth, I was cursed\nSo I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse\nAnd though it hurt me there was no distortion\nCause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions\nQuiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do\nAnd so did victims of a world they never came to\nI understand it's a better day comin\nSometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end\ndrivin with the car runnin blinded\nAin't no love in the hood only hearts torn\nLove letters to the innocent and unborn\nAll the babies that died up on the table\nWasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able\nCan't - blame her I would do the same\nAll I could give it was my debt and my last name\nCause in the game things change livin up and down\nThis hard life got me walkin with my head down \n\n\n\nFlashin frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?\nBut I'll never get to know, so I carry on\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\nMy words to my first born, feel me\n.. My words to my first born\n.. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born\n.. Hey n***a talk to your born, talk to your seed n***a\n[Above the Law]\nTwo thousand somethin somethin it's a new era\nA n***a's too real, now see sh** too clear\nSee there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt\n(What else is it dawg?)\nThe velvet and the silk, and makin sure my kittens got they milk\n(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this\nAttack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll\nAin't no question is it? Above the Law hustlers\nIf it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya\nYo..\nAlthough we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang\nBy all means, stack green, gangsta lean\nThey say money make the world go 'round\nSo only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers\nand n***az that's truly down - and keep God first\nAnd give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts\nIt's player haters every corner you hit\nTouchin their tits, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip\nI know you stressed out and fed up\nBut come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up\nYou can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change\nAbove the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game\nAnd we done lived a long hard life\nAnd we done shed so many tears under these bright lights\nY'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned\nWe still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born\n[2Pac]\nWhat you gon' tell your kids n***a?\nWho was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down?\nThese my words to my motherf**in first born\nso they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe\nAin't nuttin but a motherf**in rider, Wessyde 'til I die\nThat's all it was, it's a crooked-a** hand they deal a motherf**er\nI just played to win, just played to win\nMotherf**er gotta bet agains the odds..",
    "2pac - Words 2 My First Born - Above The Law lyrics": "Hehehe, these are my words to my first born..\nCan you picture, young n****z in a rush to grow\nTil hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat\nProbably never even saw it comin', too busy bulls***tin'\nCaught him with his mouth runnin' ain't this a b****\nThey got me twisted in this game\nThe feds and the punk, po-lice pointin' pistols at my brain\nI wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out\nMy homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house\nWhat was supposed to be a easy hit, now s*** is flipped\nCause n****s died over bulls***, it's not my dream\nI'm seein' pictures of a broken man, no witnesses\nOnly the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents\nIn our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical\nWe hobble through these tryin' times, livin' blind\nLord help me with my troubled soul\nWhy all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?\nAnd right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love\nTo the thugs in heaven I'll see you there\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned\nHelp you make it through the storm\nMy words to my first born, feel me\nMy words to my first born\nMy words to my first born\nSince my very first day on this earth, I was cursed\nSo I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse\nAnd though it hurt me there was no distortion\nCause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions\nQuiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do\nAnd so did victims of a world they never came to\nI understand it's a better day comin'\nSometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end\nDrivin' with the car runnin' blinded\nAin't no love in the hood only hearts torn\nLove letters to the innocent and unborn\nAll the babies that died up on the table\nWasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able\nCan't, blame her I would do the same\nAll I could give it was my debt and my last name\nCause in the game things change livin' up and down\nThis hard life got me walkin' with my head down \n\n\n\nFlashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?\nBut I'll never get to know, so I carry on\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\nMy words to my first born, feel me\nMy words to my first born\nMm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born\nHey n**** talk to your born, talk to your seed n****\nTwo thousand somethin somethin it's a new era\nA n****'s too real, now see s*** too clear\nSee there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt\n(What else is it dawg?)\nThe velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this\nAttack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll\nAin't no question is it? Above the Law hustlers\nIf it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya\nYo,\nAlthough we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang\nBy all means, stack green, gangsta lean\nThey say money make the world go 'round\nSo only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers\nAnd n****z that's truly down, and keep God first\nAnd give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts\nIt's player haters every corner you hit\nTouchin their tits, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip\nI know you stressed out and fed up\nBut come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up\nYou can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change\nAbove the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game\nAnd we done lived a long hard life\nAnd we done shed so many tears under these bright lights\nY'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned\nWe still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born\nWhat you gon' tell your kids n****?\nWho was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down?\nThese my words to my motherf***in' first born\nSo they can know, why'knahmean? He he he\nAin't nothin' but a motherf***in rider, Wessyde 'til I die\nThat's all it was, it's a crooked-a** hand they deal a motherf***er\nI just played to win, just played to win\nMotherf***er gotta bet agains the odds",
    "2pac - Words 2 My First Born (Things Are Changing) lyrics": "[Intro: 2Pac]\nYeah these are my words to my firstborn, you know what time it is, these are\nMy words to my firstborn, nothin' left to hear\n[Verse 1: 2Pac]\nNow, can you picture, young n***as in a rush to grow\nTill hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat\nProbably never even saw it comin' - too busy bullsh**tin'\nCaught him with his mouth runnin'; ain't this a b**h\nThey got me twisted in this game\nThe Feds and the punk Po-lice pointin' pistols at my brain\nI wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out\nMy homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house\nWhat was supposed to be a easy hit - now sh** is flipped\nCause n***as died over bullsh** - it's not my dream\nI'm seein' pictures of a broken man, no witnesses\nOnly the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents\nIn our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical\nWe hobble through these tryin' times, livin' blind\nLord help me with my troubled soul\nWhy all my homiez had to die before they got to grow\nAnd right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love\nTo the thugs in heaven I'll see you there\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned\nHelp you make it through the storm\nMy words to my firstborn, feel me\n[2Pac]\nMy words to my firstborn\nMy words to my firstborn\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nSince my very first day on this earth, I was cursed\nSo I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse\nAnd though it hurt me there was no distortion\nCause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions\nQuiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do\nAnd so did victims of a world they never came to\nI understand it's a better day comin'\nSometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end\nDrivin' with the car runnin' blinded\nAin't no love in the hood only hearts torn\nLove letters to the innocent and unborn\nAll the babies that died up on the table\nWasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able\nCan't - blame her I would do the same\nAll I could give it was my debt and my last name\nCause in the game things change livin' up and down\nThis hard life got me walkin' with my head down\nFlashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?\nBut I'll never get to know, so I carry on\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born \n\n\n\nMy words to my firstborn\nFeel me\n[Skit: 2Pac]\nMy words to my firstborn\nMy n***as Nutt-So up in this b**h\nThese are the words to my firstborn\nHey n***a talk to your born, talk to your seeds\n[Verse 3: Nutt-So]\nI'm just another thug n***a trapped up in this ghetto life\nAn endless hustle, strugglin' tryin' to settle right\nAnd doin' dirt ain't savin' me\nBut the streets is the only thing payin' me, feel me\nRunnin' with G's, Stackin' G's, Packin' heat\nMob life 'til these mothaf**as wack me\nStackin' greenary, thuggin' 'til I die\nPickin' up so much J, I'm gettin' high\nGot the feds on me, and they label me a bad [?]\nThinkin' I'm the reason why this n***a got his head to\nOn the run, now daddy got to pack a gun\nCause these n***as wanna make you the last one\nAbout these riches\nThese jealous b**hes [?] sellin' through\nWelcome to life, and if I die\nRemember that it is all love when I'm by your side\nEvery night, don't be a loser\nChoose your dreams through your things\nCause solo to the ho ho will twitch you up like shoe strings\nOpen your eyes, don't let these haters get you\nRoll up and diss you\nMy words to my firstborn\n[Outro: 2Pac]\nWords to my mothaf**in' seeds, you feel me\nn***a don't know what's goin' to happen until tomorrow and the next day\nYour f**in' [?] can be gone tomorrow\nI done seen it happen, motherf**er get two bullets to his head, he no longer exists, that's what I'm talkin' about\nWhat you gon' tell your kids n***a?\nWho was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down?\nThese my words to my motherf**in' first born\nSo they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe\nAin't nuttin' but a motherf**in' rider, Westside 'til I die\nThat's all it was, it's a crooked-a** hand they deal a motherf**er\nI just played to win, just played to win\nMotherf**er gotta bet agains' the odds, y'knahmean?\nRollin' with mothaf**in' dice\nSometimes you get 7 or 11, sometimes you leave the crap out\nThat's all the chance a motherf**er can take when you're rider though\nCause these are my words to my mothaf**in' firstborn\nMe and my n***a Nutt-So, represtentin' the thugs, all over this mothaf**a, worlwide\nYou know what time it is\nAll the abortion clinics, all the baby's that died in miscarriage, you know what time it is\nWe out this b**h",
    "2pac - Words 2 My Firstborn lyrics": "Hehehe, these are my words to my first born..\nCan you picture, young n****z in a rush to grow\nTil hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat\nProbably never even saw it comin', too busy bulls***tin'\nCaught him with his mouth runnin' ain't this a b****\nThey got me twisted in this game\nThe feds and the punk, po-lice pointin' pistols at my brain\nI wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out\nMy homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house\nWhat was supposed to be a easy hit, now s*** is flipped\nCause n****s died over bulls***, it's not my dream\nI'm seein' pictures of a broken man, no witnesses\nOnly the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents\nIn our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical\nWe hobble through these tryin' times, livin' blind\nLord help me with my troubled soul\nWhy all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?\nAnd right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love\nTo the thugs in heaven I'll see you there\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned\nHelp you make it through the storm\nMy words to my first born, feel me\nMy words to my first born\nMy words to my first born\nSince my very first day on this earth, I was cursed\nSo I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse\nAnd though it hurt me there was no distortion\nCause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions\nQuiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do\nAnd so did victims of a world they never came to\nI understand it's a better day comin'\nSometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end\nDrivin' with the car runnin' blinded\nAin't no love in the hood only hearts torn\nLove letters to the innocent and unborn\nAll the babies that died up on the table\nWasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able\nCan't, blame her I would do the same\nAll I could give it was my debt and my last name\nCause in the game things change livin' up and down\nThis hard life got me walkin' with my head down \n\n\n\nFlashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?\nBut I'll never get to know, so I carry on\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\nMy words to my first born, feel me\nMy words to my first born\nMm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born\nHey n**** talk to your born, talk to your seed n****\nTwo thousand somethin somethin it's a new era\nA n****'s too real, now see s*** too clear\nSee there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt\n(What else is it dawg?)\nThe velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this\nAttack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll\nAin't no question is it? Above the Law hustlers\nIf it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya\nYo,\nAlthough we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang\nBy all means, stack green, gangsta lean\nThey say money make the world go 'round\nSo only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers\nAnd n****z that's truly down, and keep God first\nAnd give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts\nIt's player haters every corner you hit\nTouchin their tits, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip\nI know you stressed out and fed up\nBut come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up\nYou can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change\nAbove the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game\nAnd we done lived a long hard life\nAnd we done shed so many tears under these bright lights\nY'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned\nWe still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born\nWhat you gon' tell your kids n****?\nWho was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down?\nThese my words to my motherf***in' first born\nSo they can know, why'knahmean? He he he\nAin't nothin' but a motherf***in rider, Wessyde 'til I die\nThat's all it was, it's a crooked-a** hand they deal a motherf***er\nI just played to win, just played to win\nMotherf***er gotta bet agains the odds",
    "2pac - Words of Wisdom lyrics": "k**ing us one by one\nIn one way or another\nAmerican will find a way to eliminate the problem\nOne by one\nThe problem is\nThe troubles in the black youth of the ghettos\nAnd one by one\nWe are being wiped off the face of this earth\nAt an extremely alarming rate\nAnd even more alarming is the fact\nThat we are not fighting back\nBrothers, sistas, n***as\nWhen I say n***as it is not the n***a we are grown to fear\nIt is not the n***a we say as if it has no meaning\nBut to me\nIt means Never Ignorant Getting Goals Acomplishes, n***a\nn***as what are we going to do\nWalk blind into a line or fight\nFight and die if we must like n***as\nThis is for the ma**es the lower cla**es\nThe ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin'\nBut we were kept out\nMade to feel inferior, but we're the superior\nBreak the chains in out brains that made us fear yeah\nPledge allegiance to a flag that neglects us\nHonor a man that who refuses to respect us\nEmancipation, proclamation, Please!\nn***a just said that to save the nation\nThese are lies that we all accepted\nSay no to d** but the governments' keep it\nRunning through our community, k**ing the unity\nThe war on d** is a war on you and me\nAnd yet they say this is the Home of The Free\nBut if you ask me its all about hypocrisy\nThe constitution, Yo, it don't apply to me\nLady Liberty still the b**h lied to me\nSteady strong nobody's gonna like what I pumpin'\nBut its wrong to keeping someone from learning something\nSo get up, its time to start nation building\nI'm fed up, we gotta start teaching children\nThat they can be all that they want to to be\nThere's much more to life than just poverty\nThis is defiantly ah words of wisdom\nAmerica, America, America\nI charge you with the crime of rape, murder, and a**ault\nFor suppressing and punishing my people\nI charge you with robbery for robbing me of my history\nI charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me\nTrapped in the projects\nAnd the jury finds you guilty on all accounts\nAnd you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes \n\n\n\nProsecutor do you have any more evidence\nWords of Wisdom\nThey shine upon the strength of an nation\nConquer the enemy on with education\nProtect thy self, reach with what you want to do\nKnow thy self, teach what we been through\nOn with the knowledge of the place, then\nNo one will ever oppress this race again\nNo Malcolm X in my history text\nWhy is that?\nCause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks\nWhy is Martin Luther King in my book each week?\nHe told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek\nI don't get it, so many questions went through my mind\nI get sweated, They act as if asking questions is a crime\nBut forget it, one day I'm gonna prove them wrong\nNow every brother had to smother on the welfare line\nThe American dream, though it seems it attainable\nThey're pulling your slave, don't believe\nCause it will strangle yeah\nPulling the life of your brain, I can't explain\nBeg as you can obtain from which you came\nSwear that your mother is living in equality\nForgetting your brother that's living her apology\nThought they had us beat when they took our kids\nBut the battle ain't over till the black man sings\nWords of Wisdom\nBut the battle ain't over till the black man sings\nWords of Wisdom\nNightmare that's what I am\nAmerica's nightmare\nI am what you made me\nThe hate and evil that you gave me\nI shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people\nFor Four hundred plus years\nYou should be scared\nYou should be running\nYou should be trying to silence me\nHa ha\nBut you can not escape fate\nWell it is my turn to come\nJust as you rose you shall fall\nBy my hands\nAmerika, you reap what you sow\n2pacalypse America's Nightmare\nIce Cube and Da Lench Mob America's Nightmare\nAbove the Law America's Nightmare\nParis America's Nightmare\nPublic Enemy America's Nightmare\nKrs-One America's Nightmare\nMutulu Shakur America's Nightmare\nGeronimo Pratt America's Nightmare\nAssada Shakur America's Nightmare",
    "2pac - Words To My First Born lyrics": "\n(2pac)\nHahaha\nYeah, these r my words to my firstborn\nU know what time it is\nThese r my words to my firstborn\nNothin left to give\nVerse 1\nNow can ya picture young n***az in a rush to grow\nTo old timers in the pen had to crush his throat\nProbably never even saw it comin\nToo busy bullsh**tin, caught him wit his mouth runnin\nAin't this a b**h they got me twisted in this game\nThe feds and the punk police pointin pistols at my brain\nI wonder if i'm wrong cause i'm thugged out\nMy homies murdered execution style runnin out the drug house\nWhat was supposed to be a easy hit\nNow things r changed cause n***az died over bullsh**\nInside my dreams i'm seein pictures of a broken man\nNo witnesses only questions of who smoked the man\nYoung adolescents in our prime livin a life of crime\nThough it ain't logical we hobblin through these tryin times\nLivin blind lord help me with my troubled soul\nWhy all my homies had to die before they got to grow\nAnd right before i put my head on the pillow say a prayer\nOne love to the thugs in heaven i'll see ya there\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\nHelp ya make it through the storm\nMy words to my firstborn, feel me\nMy words to my firstborn\nMy words to my firstborn\nSince my very first day on this earth i was cursed\nSo i knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse\nAnd though it hurt me there was no distortion\nCause wild seeds can't grow we need more abortions\nQuiet ya soul, cause ya know what ya had to do\nAnd so did victims of a world they never came to\nI understand it's a better day comin\nSometimes catch me sleepin on a dead end drivin with the car runnin\nBlinded\nAin't no love in the hood only hearts torn\nLove letters to the innocent and unborn\nAll the babies that died up on the table\nCause the family wasn't able\nCan't blame em i would do the same\nAll i had to give it was my debt and my last name\nCause in the game things change livin up and down\nThis hard life got me walkin with my head down\nFlashin frowns wasn't meant to be was i wrong\nBut i'll never get to know so i carry on\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\n\n\n\nMy words to my first born, feel me\nMy words to my firstborn\n(my n***a nutso up in this b**h)\nThese are my words to my firstborn\n(hey n***a talk to ya boy, talk to ya seed n***a)\n(nutso)\nI'm just another thug n***a trapped up in this ghetto life\nAnd endless hustle, strugglin tryin to settle right\nAnd doin dirt ain't savin me\nBut the streets is the only thing payin me\nFeel me\nRunnin with g's stackin g's packin heat\nMob life till this muthaf**as wack me\nStackin greenery thuggin till i die\nPickin up so much drank i'm gettin high\nGot the feds on me\nAnd they label me a bad crook\nThinkin i'm the reason this n***a got his hat took\nOn the run, now daddy gotta pack a gun\nCause these n***az wanna make u the last one\nAbout these riches and jealous b**hes and things u gon be sellin through\nAnd if i die, remember that it's all love and i'm by your side every night\nDon't be a loser, choose your dreams do your thing\nGo solo cause these cold ho's will twist u up like shoe strings\nOpen your eyez don't let these haters get you\nRoll up and diss you\nMy words to my firstborn\n(2pac talking)\nWords to my muthaf**in seed\nYou feel me\nn***a don't know what's gonna happen come tomorrow or the next day\nMuthaf**a be here today be gone tomorrow i done seen it happen\nMuthaf**a get two put to his head he no longer existin\nThats what i'm talkin about\nWhat u gonna tell ya kids n***a, who was u, what was u doin, how did u put it\nDown\nThese r my words to my muthaf**in firstborn\nSo he can know, ya know wha i mean\nHaha\nAin't nothin buy a muthaf**in ridah\nWestside till i die\nThats all it was\nThese some crooked a** ??? dealin muthaf**az\nI just play to win\nMuthaf**a gotta bet against the odds\nKnow what i mean, rollin with muthaf**in ???, sometimes u hit 7 11,\nSometimes u cramp out,\nThats just a chance a muthaf**a take when u a ridah though\nThese r my words to my muthaf**in firstborn, me and my n***a nutso,\nRepresentin thugs all over this muthaf**a\nWorldwide, you know what time it is\nAll the abortion clinics, all the babies that died of miscarriage, you know\nWhat time it is\nWe out this b**h\n",
    "2pac - World Wide lyrics": "World Wide\n[Intro: Flip Side]\nO.F.T.B\n1996\nLow M.B\nBustop\nFlip Side\nLet's take it world wide\nServe 'em\n[Verse One: Flip Side]\nSuge Knight got the sack\nEverybody on the streets and in the industry knows that\nThey use to say we was trash\nUntil we cracked them like this, and shot them like that\nNow I'm starting to get my paper\nBumped it to some fool's who said we wouldn't be major\nPlayer hatin' up and down\nNot knowing there was Bounty 'ru's\nAll around\nI know you fool's can't stand me\nAs I bail with Rondo with Sammy\nIn hopes to get a Grammy (That's right)\nWe ain't shaking Hollywood we still thinking about the sh** that's jumping\nOff in the hood\nI'm hearing cheer's from my family friends and my peer's\n1996 O.F.T.B. we in here\n[Hook: Lisa \"Left Eye\" Lopes]\nTime after time\nDay after day\nHave to prove myself\nI'll be the one survivor, last motherf**a left\nTime after time, u know..\nDay after day have to prove\nMyself.. be the one survivor, last motherf**a left\nTime after time\nTime after time\n[Verse Two: Bustop]\nGot my checks now watch me take off\nWhat's up now\n(Keep it going Flip you coming off)\nAll my life I been surrounded by danger\nSneaky b**hes\nAnd fake banger's\nChange my life and chose a new route\nLay down my thought's, know they being bought\nCause I don't want to be like him\nMind f**ed, with no f**ing ends\nSo day by day I'm on a kamikaze\nAin't no n***a, ain't b**h ain't no body fin'a to stop me\nI'll leaving mystery, I'm making history\nWith every motherf**in' word that I speak\n[Hook: Lisa \"Left Eye\" Lopes With Kurupt talking:]\nO.F.T.B. world wide stampede\nCame to give these motherf**er's what they need\nOutlawz\nTill the day we die\nFrom the streets of Watt's going worldwide (Wide, wide)\nO.F.T.B. world wide stampede\nCame to give these motherf**er's what they need\nOutlawz\nTill the day we die\nFrom the streets of Watt's going worldwide (Wide, wide)\nTime after time\nTime after time\nTime.. after time\nTime after time\n[Verse Three: Low MB]\nYou n***as better realize\nThat I'm rolling with the Bustop and the Flip Side\nAnd for you n***as not knowing\nIf it's fight f** this mic's and these fist's start flowing\nIn 50 states they've been waiting for this bottom sh**\nWhile you be sleep we be up making f**ing hits\nAnd all our sh**\nBe true to life stories\nNo nut's, no motherf**ing glory\nIt's a war in this industry \n\n\n\nIf you ain't down with me then you my motherf**ing enemy\nSo I'mma have to bring the drama\nf** you, your whole family and your baby's mama\nSo are you with me or against me\nI'm rolling with the whole\nd**h Row family\nFrom the bottom to the top n***a\nf** what you saying, it's all about Watt's n***a\n[Hook: Lisa \"Left Eye\" Lopes With Kurupt talking:]\n[Verse Four: Yaki Kadafi]\nSee as the Outlawz we run the world\nTo my block getting that Emmitt Smith on cop's ditching rock's to the curb\nAnd on the parties where we go or whiling on the streets with the shotty\nSippin' the notty\nAs long as you n***as really know\nAnd I hustle to get that dough\nFast money or slow\nEven pill's lead to tab's\nOr robbin' they rab's for blow\nI dropped out and learnt my math's got to get the gat to mash and get that cash\nFrom rap book to stash\nFor all my people's that pa**ed\nDidn't last to see us grow up\nTwo of us back on the block running from task's get your dough up\nCause see I\nManaged to stay alert on point like Magnum P.I\nI ain't scared to D-I-E\nCause there'll be nothin' on me\n[Verse Five: 2Pac]\nWorld wide I'm a Don in my own rhymes\nGot the call n***as gonna bomb with a strong rhyme\nWatch me bang on motherf**er's run for cover\nOutlawz till we die so we thug brother's\nLet them understand it's a family thang\nI hate the Feds\nEating good drinking Champagne and breaking bread\nThis is for my dog's in Watts and sh**\n2Pac got your back, who can stop the hit ?\nAnd even with these cops if they steer for me\nI'll die screaming motherf**ing M.O.B\nNow did you hear me ?\nSpitting clearly\nn***as fear me\nToo next to me not to hear me\nSlide on these other buster's\nRide on these motherf**ers please\nRecognize d**h Row G's\nWe can get wild\nBut understand just who got us\nRocking with that Operating knocking out the bottom\nMuthaf**us gon' feel me !\n[Outro: Kurupt]\nO.F.T.B. world wide stampede\nCame to give these motherf**er's what they need\nOutlawz\nTill the day we die\nFrom the streets of Watt's going worldwide (Wide, wide)\nO.F.T.B. world wide stampeed\nCame to give these motherf**er's what they need\nOutlawz\nTill the day we die\nFrom the streets of Watt's going worldwide (Wide, wide)\nAnd you don't stop, yeah\nKurupt from Tha Dogg Pound down with my n***as from the O.F to the T to the\nStraight to the B n***a what?\nd**h Row yeah, you don't stop",
    "2pac - World Wide (Remix) lyrics": "[Edi] + (Bosko)\n(gangstaz clap yo hands)\nWorld Wide..... Outlawz\n(all the ladies clap yo hands)\nMakaveli The Don....\nWith the homie T-Low\n(gangstaz clap yo hands)\nFelly Fel on the track.... Bosko\n(all the ladies clap yo hands)\nIt's going down real big.... let's go\n(clap yo hands baby)\n[T-Low - Hook]\nThis is for thugz in every state\nWe know that bustaz gonna hate tonite\nAnd World Wide\nAin't no place that we rather be\nLivin' it up with the family tonite\nAnd World Wide\n[Edi]\nWe holla World Wide\nBetter understand us\nSince we coming with thugs from L.A to Atlanta\nPut ya hands up\nNothin' but love from all sides of my thug cliq\nOutlaw ridahs them hataz ain't touchin' us\nHittin' em up in two-double-O-two\nI got dank, drank, bank, what you wanna do?\nMove out the way, you see us coming thru\nIt ain't a game, it's true (uhu)\nWe 'bout to act a fool\nYou know the history\nAll out... ball out.... picture me\nRollin' and holdin' all brands\nFor the victory\nEdi Amin... ya know the name\nDont remember me?\nSince it's nine-six\nWorld Wide... legendary\n[T-Low - Hook]\nThis is for thugz in every state\nWe know that bustaz gonna hate tonite\nAnd World Wide\nAin't no place that we rather be\nLivin' it up with the family tonite\nAnd World Wide\n[2Pac]\nKnown for doing skandalouz deeds\nNo handlin' me\nAnd naw it ain't the d**\nJust the straight thug n***a in me\nI swoop down and cause havoc\nMy rapid delivery is automatic\nLettin' n***as have it\nI been labeled as a thug n***a\nSince they dont sell my sh** to white folks\nShip it to the drug dealers\nAnd catch'a-catch'a n***a world-wide\nA f**in Mobb Figga... West Coast hoo-ride\nWhen we robb n***as\nMoney made my squad bigger\nBut we ain't sell our souls\nBustin' on our emenies, muder my foes \n\n\n\nAt my shows I'mma nut\nLights, camera, time for action\nNow get to clappin' to my cuts\nA World Wide Mobb Figga\n[T-Low - Hook]\nThis is for thugz in every state\nWe know that bustaz gonna hate tonite\nAnd World Wide\nAin't no place that we rather be\nLivin' it up with the family tonite\nAnd World Wide\n[Bosko]\nGangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps)\nAll the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps)\nGangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps)\nAll the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps)\nClap yo hands baby\n[Napoleon]\nIt's so hard on me\nGirl pardon me\nI got the same spirit Pac had\nHit 'em to me\nWhen I arrive on the dance floor\nI'm humpin' the floor\nIt's a world wide mobb thang\nThat's for sure\nGot money in my pocket now\nDrivin' in a rocket now\nNever hear me rap around ice\nI keep it underground\nO-U-T-L-A-W-Z fa sheezy\n(yall tryin to start the East-West beef again)\nGirl please\nGet ya money young souljah\nTime steady wastin'\nI been around the world before\nI'm in Jamaica\nP-R... B-R.... Bahamas, plus Cuba\nL-A to V-A and even Vancouver\n[Young Noble]\nHey yo....\nI be the Young N-O... to the B-L-E\nLast name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z\nAnd I'm still Dirty Jerz reppin'\nOutlawz reckage\nGet ya dough up yall\nGet ya flow up\nPac and Yak live on\nDont be surprised if they show up\nAt ya front door with a loaded\n(ohh noooooo)\nYoung Nobe it the block\nWhat's poppin' homie\nYa can hate but ya know Pac watchin homie (uhuh)\nSo give some love up\nWe stay thuggin' it up\nLil' homie is you thuggin' or what?\nThrow ya dubz up\nPut em real high\nEast, West, Dirty South, North side\nOutlaw pride\n[T-Low - Hook 2X]\nThis is for thugz in every state\nWe know that bustaz gonna hate tonite\nAnd World Wide\nAin't no place that we rather be\nLivin' it up with the family tonite\nAnd World Wide",
    "2pac - World Wide Mob Figgaz lyrics": "Uh, world wide mob figgaz (for real)\nWorld wide mob figgaz (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z) we world wide mob figgaz (for real)\nWorld wide mob figgaz (check game you little young punk)\nWe world wide mob figgaz (all you n***as is ?) What, what? Uhh, put them hands up\nRich n***as throw the grands up, and what?\nI got a plot to get what's mine in the nine nine\nIt's my time motherf**er try to stop it gon' see nine nines\n? that's all I see when I open up\nBaby girl, f**in'' you now before I blow up\nYou know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty\nBut really like it raw in the closet\nLike the rider type of who*e, by the shore, ? trick on her\nBut I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her\nO.U.T., L.A.W.Z.\nYou f**in'' with a n***a livin' destructively, pump and pee\nTuckin T's up in ? when I jump on\nI'm tryin' to handle my business full grown\nThis sh** is on, it's gettin' crazy after dark\nWhere the real thug n***as here you are\nWe world wide mob figgaz We got homies on the front line livin' it up\nWe got ladies in the back straight givin it up\nIt ain't nothin' but a thug thang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang World wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang..\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang.. n***a duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin'\nShouldn't ? if you ain't k** nuttin\nNow you gotta face the ? heavily armed\nOutlawz did that, heavily gone\n? with the left of us, best of us\nPlus we wake up with our tec on us\nWe test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street\nObey the rules of the ones who want yo' beef I'll eat\nY'all n***as weak, in a motherf**in' way it's so pitiful\nI'll leave you motherf**ers critical\nWe heard the slick sh** you said on f**in'' Too $hort tape\nBut you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave\nThat's what you brave n***as get for f**in'' with this\nYou had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed\nJust switched to fake Napolean be the motherf**in' last n***a with the gat to break\nThe last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got\nf**in'' with n***as that give a damn about hip-hop\nThis how it go in our family\n'Cause this Outlaw sh** is what we stand for gradually \n\n\n\nWe world wide mob figgaz We got homies on the front line livin' it up\nWe got ladies in the back straight givin it up\nIt ain't nothin' but a thug thang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang World wide motherf**in' mob figgaz\nWeed smokin', gun-totin, drinkin'\nRidin' on our motherf**in' enemies\nY'all know how we do it I be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E\nLast name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z\nM-A-R was the for starters, flee the whole cartridge\nYour lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage\n?, hittin' donuts in a 6\nSip Coronas when we bendin' the corner, brothers hit\nUrban legend, dirty third still reppin'\nStill double-S to bumrush your session\nI get it dirty and burn ya just a n***a in a skirt\nDrinkin' Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt\nSprint to the church that you got comin'\nOutlawz on the ride picture God runnin'\nAin't nothin' but a thug thang, bust your brains\nPac pa**ed the rock so we tucked the game\nUnder our belt, we huntin' the wealth, you f**in'' yourself off\nDon't you know not to go against the Outlawz We got homies on the front line livin' it up\nWe got ladies in the back straight givin it up\nIt ain't nothin' but a thug thang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang World wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang..\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang.. Hey watch out man, look out\nKnown for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me\nAnd nah it ain't the d** it's the straight thug n***a in me\nI swoop down and 'cause havoc\nMy rapid delivery, is automatic lettin' n***as have it\nI've been labelled as a thug n***a\nSince they don't sell my sh** to white folks\nShip it to the drug dealers\nAnd catch a catch a n***a world wide\nA f**in'' mob figga West coast, who-ride\nWhen we rob n***as money make my squad bigger\nBut we ain't sell our souls\nBustin' on my enemies, murder my foes\nAt my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action\nNow get to clappin' to my cuts, a world wide mob figga We got homies on the front line livin' it up\nWe got ladies in the back straight givin it up\nIt ain't nothin' but a thug thang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang",
    "2pac - World Wide Mob Figgaz (Alt OG) lyrics": "[Sample from Goodfellas Movie]\n[Verse 1: E.D.I. Mean]\nWorld wide better understand us\nWe comin' with thugs from LA to Atlanta\nPut ya hands up\nNuttin but love from all sides for my thug clique\nOutlaw riders them haters ain't touchin' this\nHittin' them up in two double O 2\nI got dank, drank, bang, what you wanna do?\nMove out the way you see us comin' through\nIt ain't game it's true, we about to act a fool\nYou know the history\nAll out, ball out picture me\nBallin' and holding all grands for the victory\nE.D.I. Mean you know the name don't remember me\nSince it's not sense world wide\n[Sample from Goodfellas Movie]\n[Verse 2: 2Pac]\nKnown for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me\nAnd nah, it ain't the d**, it's the straight thug n***a in me\nI swoop down and cause havoc\nMy rappin' delivery is automatic, lettin' n***as have it\nI've been labeled as a thug n***a\nSince they don't sell my sh** to white folks\nShip it to the drug dealers\nAnd catch a, catch a n***a world wide\nA f**in' mob figure West coast who-ride\nWhen we rob n***as money made my squad bigger\nBut we ain't sell our souls\nBustin' on my enemies, murder my foes\nAt my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action\nNow get to clappin' to my cuts \n\n\n\n[Sample from Scarface Movie]\n[Verse 3: Napolean]\nIt's so hard on me, girl pardon me\nI got the same spirit Pac had in him in me\nWhen I mob on the dancefloor, I'm humpin' on floor\nIt's world wide mob thang and that's for sure\nGot money in my pocket now drivin' in a rocket now\nNever hear me rap about ice, I keep it underground\nO-U-T,-L-A-W-Z for sheeze\n\"Y'all tryna start the East West beef again?\" Girl, please\nGet your money young soldier, time steady wastin'\nI been around the world before I mean Jamaica\nTO, BO, Bahamas plus Cuba\nLA to Va (World Wide)\n[Sample from The Godfather 2 Movie]\n[Verse 4: Young Noble]\nI be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E\nLast name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z\nAnd I'm still dirty dirt reppin' Outlaw records\nGet your dough up, dog, get your flow up\n'Pac and Yak live on, don't be surprised if they show up\nAt ya front door with a loaded \"OH NO!\"\nYoung Noble hit the block, what's poppin' homie?\nYou can hate but you know Pac watchin' homie\nSo get some love up, we stay thuggin' it up\nLittle homie, is you thuggin' or what?\nThrow yo dubs up, put 'em real high\nEast, West, dirty South, North side, Outlaw pride\n[Sample from Scarface Movie]",
    "2pac - World Wide Mob Figgaz (OG) lyrics": "[Sample from Goodfellas Movie]\n[Verse 1: Big Syke]\nPicture me soundin' like the world wide mob figure\nWhoo-riders this Syke, call me that n***a\nThe wigga, connection flex from Ingle-Watts to Texas\nRidin' coast to coast heated in a Lexus\nOut the gutter, born to smuggle\nK-ball sag so much you can see my drawers\nLet me ball if I can, I know I can-can\nIf somebody ask you tell 'em that you the man\nCongregation expand across thug lands\nBuilt an army, so don't ever try to harm me\ns**a free, suga flee, want it be\nPlease stay the hell away from me\nI don't want to cheat no mo'\nBut you did when yo a** was broke and po'\n[Sample from Goodfellas Movie]\n[Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean]\nNow when you say, \"world wide,\" please understand it\nCause we got a whole nation of homies and Outlawz that we mash with\nCash respect, in a large abundance and the G's I roll\nCome with the game to maintain the funk gets\n[?] soldiers dismantle the road of this\nWhat happened to the women's who be jaw jackin'?\nPaper stackin' is accomplished by putting out bomb sh**\nOn top of our game is where we stay forever poppin'\n[Sample from Scarface Movie]\n[Interlude: 2Pac]\nWorld wide motherf**ing mob figures \n\n\n\nWeed smoking, gun toting, drinking\nRiding on our motherf**ing enemies\n[Sample from Reservoir Dogs Movie]\n[Verse 3: Kastro]\nEver since a tod it been evident to me\nRunnin' the block would be heaven sent and very relevant\nThat was better then, that's a won't be, never now\nDon't be jealous now, I'm on a world wide level\nBeing told it's on after I flow across the globe\nMobbin' like Robin Hood, for my gold, like it's Oak\nI hold my load down all the way like the brown\nWorld wide mob figure on a ride me and my n***as clown\n[Sample from Reservoir Dogs Movie]\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nKnown for doing scandalous deeds, no handlin' me\nAnd nah, it ain't the d**, it's the straight thug n***a in me\nI swoop down and cause havoc\nMy rapid delivery is automatic, lettin' n***as have it\nI've been labelled as a thug n***a\nSince they don't sell my sh** to white folks\nShip it to the drug dealers\nAnd catch a\u2014catch a n***a world wide\nA f**in' mob figga West coast, who-ride\nWhen we rob n***as money make my squad bigger\nBut we ain't sell our souls\nBustin' on my enemies, murder my foes\nAt my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action\nNow get to clappin' to my cuts, a world wide mob figga",
    "2pac - World Wide Mob Figgaz Feat Outlawz lyrics": "Uhh.. world wide mob figgaz..\nWorld wide mob figgaz.. we world wide mob figgaz\nWorld wide mob figgaz.. (check game you little young punk)\nWe world wide mob figgaz.. (all you n***az is ??)\n[Verse One]\nWhat, what? Uhh, put them hands up\nRich n***az throw the grands up, and what?\nI got a plot to get what's mine in the nine nine\nIt's my time motherf**er try to stop it gon' see nine nines\n(??) that's all I see when I open up\nBaby girl, f**in you now before I blow up\nYou know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty\nbut really like it raw in the closet\nLike the rider type of who*e, by the shore, (?) trick on her\nBut I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her\nO.U.T., L.A.W.Z.\nYou f**in with a n***a livin destructively, pump and pee\nTuckin T's up in (?) when I jump on\nI'm tryin to handle my business full grown\nThis sh** is on, it's gettin crazy after dark\nWhere the real thug n***az here you are\nWe world wide mob figgaz\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nWe got homies on the front line livin it up\nWe got ladies in the back straight givin it up\nIt ain't nothin but a thug thang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang..\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang..\n[Verse Two]\nn***a duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin\nShouldn't (?) if you ain't k** nuttin\nNow you gotta face the (??) heavily armed\nOutlawz did that, heavily gone\n(?) with the left of us, best of us\nPlus we wake up with our tec on us\nWe test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street\nObey the rules of the ones who want yo' beef I'll eat\nY'all n***az weak, in a motherf**in way it's so pitiful\nI'll leave you motherf**ers critical\nWe heard the slick sh** you said on f**in Too $hort tape\nBut you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave\nThat's what you brave n***az get for f**in with this\nYou had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed\nJust switched to fake Napolean be the motherf**in last n***a with the gat to break\n\n\n\nThe last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got\nf**in with n***az that give a damn about hip-hop\nThis how it go in our family\nCause this Outlaw sh** is what we stand for gradually\nWe world wide mob figgaz\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac over Chorus]\nWorld wide motherf**in mob figgaz\nWeed smokin, gun-totin, drinkin\nRidin on our motherf**in enemies\nY'all know how we do it\n[Verse Three]\nI be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E\nLast name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z\nM-A-R was the for starters, flee the whole cartridge\nYour lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage\n(??), hittin donuts in a 6\nSip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit\nUrban legend, dirty third still reppin\nStill double-S to bumrush your session\nI get it dirty and burn ya just a n***a in a skirt\nDrinkin Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt\nSprint to the church that you got comin\nOutlawz on the ride picture God runnin\nAin't nuttin but a thug thang, bust your brains\nPac pa**ed the rock so we tucked the game\nUnder our belt, we huntin the wealth, you f**in yourself off\nDon't you know not to go against the Outlawz\n[Chorus]\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang..\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang..\n[Verse Four: 2Pac]\nHey watch out man, look out\nKnown for doin scandalous deeds, no handlin me\nHypnotic to d** it's the straight thug n***a in me\nI swoop down and cause havoc\nMy rapid delivery, is automatic lettin n***az have it\nI've been labelled as a thug n***a\nSince they don't sell my sh** to white folks\nship it to the drug dealers\nAnd catch a catch a n***a world wide\nA f**in mob figga West coast, who-ride\nWhen we rob n***az money make my squad bigger\nBut we ain't sell our souls\nBustin on my enemies, murder my foes\nAt my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action\nNow get to clappin to my cuts, a world wide mob figga\n[Chorus]\n[2Pac ad libbing]\n",
    "2pac - World Wide Mob Figures lyrics": "Uhh, world wide mob figgaz\nWorld wide mob figgaz\n(O you T L A W Z)\nWorld wide mob figgaz\n(For real, for real)\nWorld wide mob figgaz\n(Check game little young punks)\nWorld wide mob figgaz\n(All you n***az is jealous cats)\nWhat? Uh, uh\nPut your hands up, rich n***az throw the grands up\nAnd what?\nI got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine\nIt's my time mother f**er try to stop me busting nine-nines\nWild ridahs all I see when I open up\nBaby girl f**ing you now, before I blow up\nYou know what?\nI seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw\nIn the closet like a ridah type of who*e by the shore\nNot sure, of who to trick on but I'm collectin' these vicks\nWhen I put the dick on her\nO you T L A W Z\nf**ing with a n***a living destructively\nPump and pee Tuckin' T's up in ?\nWhen I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown\nJust soft n***az, it's getting crazy after dark\nWhere the real thug n***az see ya are?\nWe world wide mob figgaz\nWe got n***az on the front line living it up\nWe got ladies in the back street giving it up\nAin't nothing but a thug thang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***az nuts hang\nWe got homies on the front line living it up\nWe got ladies in the back street giving it up\nAin't nothing but a thug thang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***az nuts hang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***az nuts hang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***az nuts hang\nn***a duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin'\nShouldn't start your gun if you ain't k** nuttin'\nNow you gotta face the d**h man got flow heavily armed\nOutlawz did that, heavily gone\nSo we ride with what's left us, the best of us\nPlus we wake up with our tech on us\nWe test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street\nObey the rules of the ones who want beef we'll eat\nY'all n***az weak in a motherf**in' way it's so pitiful\nI'll leave you mother f**ers critical\nWe heard the slick sh** you said on f**ing too short tape\nBut you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave\nThat's what you brave n***az get for f**ing with this\nYou had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed\nJust switched to fake\nNapoleon be the mother f**er last n***a with the gat to break\nThe last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got\nf**in' with n***az that give a damn about hip-hop\nThis how it go in our family\nBusting outlawz sh** is what we stand for gradually\nWe world wide mob figgaz\nWe got n***az on the front line living it up\n(World wide mother f**ing mob figgaz)\nWe got ladies in the back street giving it up\nAin't nothing but a thug thang\n(Weed smoking, gun toting, drinking)\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***az nuts hang\n(Riding on our mother f**ing enemies)\nWe got homies on the front line living it up\n(Y'all know how we do it)\nWe got ladies in the back street giving it up \n\n\n\n(A world wide mob figure)\nAin't nothing but a thug thang\nI be the Young N O to the be L E\nLast name O you T L A W Z\nM A are was for starters, flee the whole cartridge\nYour lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage\nIt's hitting donuts in a six\nSip Coronas when we bendin' the corner, brothers hit\nUrban legend, dirty third still reppin'\nStill double-S to bum rush your session\nI get as dirty as birt, you just a n***a in a skirt\nDrinkin' Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt\nSprint to the church that you got comin'\nOutlawz on the ride picture God runnin'\nAin't nuttin' but a thug thang, bust your brains\nPac pa**ed the rock so we tucked the game\nUnder our belt, we huntin' the wealth, you f**in' yourself off\nDon't you know not to go against the Outlawz\nWe got homies on the front line living it up\nWe got ladies in the back street giving it up\nAin't nothing but a thug thang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***az nuts hang\nWe got homies on the front line living it up\nWe got ladies in the back street giving it up\nAin't nothing but a thug thang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang\nHey watch out man, look out\nKnown for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me\nHypnotic to d** it's the straight thug n***a in me\nI swoop down and 'cause havoc\nMy rapid delivery, is automatic lettin' n***az have it\nI've been labeled as a thug n***a\nSince they don't sell my sh** to white folks\nShip it to the drug dealers\nAnd catch a catch a n***a world wide\nA f**in' mob figga West coast, who-ride\nWhen we rob n***az money make my squad bigger\nBut we ain't sell our souls\nBustin' on my enemies, murder my foes\nAt my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action\nNow get to clappin' to my cuts, a world wide mob figga\nWe got homies on the front line living it up\nWe got ladies in the back street giving it up\nAin't nothing but a thug thang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***az nuts hang\nWe got homies on the front line living it up\nWe got ladies in the back street giving it up\nAin't nothing but a thug thang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang\nWorld wide mob figga let me see a n***a nuts hang\nHey yo, get that mother f**er right there\nHey yo, K, pull out man, that mother f**er and blast\nYo Mo, get over there, get over there\nHey yo Malc, get\nBustin' them mother f**ers\nHey bust on them, bust on that n***a\nHey yo Yak, c'mon, Fatal, lets get the f** outta here\nf** them n***az\nWest Coast n***a, West Coast\nWorld wide mother f**ing mob figgaz n***a\nWe thug life\nn***a know what time it is\nGet the f** out of here\nAny day, any day n***a, come on\nHey come the f** on\nWe out n***a, westside!\nOutlaw ridahs b*atch!",
    "2pac - Wussup Wit' the Love lyrics": "[Hook]\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\n[Verse 1: Money-B]\nNow, men want racism, black folks in prison, me bar\nWhat's goin' on with the luh-uh-ove?\nBoo-ya-kaw is the sound, brothers goin' down in the worst way\nI got my son a gun for his birthday\n[Verse 2: Clee]\nNow we've had enough, everybody wants to be tough\nBut I give the props to brothers on my level instead of tryin' to be above\nCause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love\n[Bridge 1]\nLook deeply in each other's eyes (look in each other eyes): you know we are the ones (know we are the ones)\nRacism is a cloud (racism is a cloud) that blocks us from the sun (that blocks us from the sun)\nOne brother speaks in African (one brother speaks in African), one sings Jamaican songs (one sing Jamaican song)\nBoth of them are black men (both of em are black men), but they still can't get along (they still can't get along)\n[Hook]\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\n[Interlude: Shock G]\nYo, I know this brother named Tony, he beat up his own mom, man (Nah, man). Straight up. Him and his two brothers, they all live in the same house with his mom, right. (Right). They all in their twenties\nShe the only one working. Anyway, one night she needed to get some sleep, she told him to turn his music down, and he just straight flipped l on her, slapped her all up against the wall, cursed her out\n[Verse 3: Money-B]\nMommy and Daddy they got married, they make love every night\nBut Momma's gettin' tired, and Poppa hits the pipe at night\nI see 'em kissin' wishin' I got the props that Pops, I mean the rocks, got\nI hope she hugs me, cause she never dug me\nI figure still I hustle, tussle with the fool at school\nThe one that Momma sold my sneakers, thought she says he's freakin' her\nHad the doubt until I caught 'em, then I fought I'm, then she slapped me\nHollered at me talkin' 'bout I messed up her ten dollars \n\n\n\n[Verse 4: 2Pac]\nGod damn! Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies\nLivin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty\nWe try to cry, but still they all die\nI try to speak to the youth, and the truth is they all high\nWhat can I say but watch your back, youngster\nAs I sit and wonder, my other brother's steadily goin' under\nIt's like a curse, and it hurts cause it's worse\nMomma's crazy cause her baby's in a hearse\nWussup wit' the love?\n[Interlude: 2Pac]\nYo, my homey was joggin in this upper-cla** white neighborhood, he had his headphones on, right, you know, just joggin'\nThis old lady called the police. Just cause he was black, they stomped my homey\nHe couldn't hear 'em though cause he had his headphones on. They ain't chase him, they didn't shine their lights on him. They just shot him\n(dead!)\n[Bridge 2]\nThis land once owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn\nA tragedy, because from them there was so much to learn\nYou will find the key to life is checkin' for you friends\nEverything's gonna be alright\nI got to let you know that I'm in love with you\n(Dope fiends sellin' their babies)\nI'm so in love with you\n(I know man, you can't even say 'what's up' to a brother no more)\nPeople, I'm in love with you\n(Fool talkin' about 'what's up', fool don't know me man)\nYes I'm in love with you\n(I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got your thang?)\n(Yeah, man, I'm strapped)\n[Bridge 3]\nIt blows my mind to see (it blows my mind) so many people sufferin' (so many people)\nIt blows my mind to see so many people down (Everybody's down)\nAnd I just can't understand, why there must be such fightin'\n(Everybody's actin' crazy)\nIt blows my mind to see the pain that's all around\n(the pain that's all around)\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\nWake up!\nWake up!\n[Hook]\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\nWussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?\nWake up!\nPlease, wake up",
    "2pac - Y'all Don't Know Us lyrics": "[Young Noble]\nYo, I can see\nThat you obviously don't know me or my homies\nWe O-U-T Lawz, f**k the phonies\nA wise hustler once told me, it's on you\nThough it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true\nI got love for you only to a certain exstend\nni**as ain't worth s**t\nCops and ride d**k permits\nI heard this and heard that\nAbout them O-U-T Lawz\nSome of them soldiers got shot\nSome of them soldiers fell off\nf**k yall now everybody tied to us\nHollering out a ni**a name\nBut never said what up\nThat s**t critical, dispicable, unforgiveable\nI too like Hot ??\nYour own fan won't remember you\nThuggin but we still spriutual, clear lyrical\nI'm like the f**kin Deff Squad\nMy ears ain't hearin' yall\nPump fearin' yall\nBut damn I ain't even wantin' to scare yall\nListen to what I tell yall\nf**k the world,\nYour baby moms and your baby girl\nYou muthaf**kas so fake,\nYo they made me wanna earl\nBlake, hate snakes thug hatin the degree\nOutlawz on a paper chase\nCan you relate thug ni**az\n[Napoleon Chorus]\nWe will never fall\nThru it all, we'll always stand tall\nCause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers\nAnd if you believe in that s**t that you heard\nY'all dont know us, y'all dont know us\n[Napoleon]\nNow I been trapped down\nAnd f**ked since day one\nThis industructional style of mine ain't no fun\nWhere I'm from\nYou sure to see about 10 ni**az in a bedroom\nEating off the same spoon\nSweeping with the same broom\nIt's hazard, it's you don't want yo life\nWell give me grab it\nI was born inside a love zone\nWith a glock-nine young marriage\nIt's critical\nThen one of them sat down living so\nMystikal and empoious\nWith a heart full of anger it's so redicilous\nSo give me some with 21-gun soldier salute\nWith a 19-inch black handle snake knife in my boots\nI'm straight from the strong, thug to your life\nRight to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil\nI'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that?\nI'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night\nI'll put the d**k to your wife\nAnd I'm the Jesuz of your Christ\nYou dig that? respect this\nI'll bring the end to your claw\nI'll bring the loc to your heart\nAnd I'll put the snoop on yo dogs\nYou hear me?\nWe follow, this little bullet so hollow\nI can promise that estacy ain't promised tomorrow\nWith this two man mades \n\n\n\nMe and my soul d**h astrayed\nI watch my parents get blowed away\nNow look what it made\nI'm something to face\nThis ludacy then with me, then with chemistry\nGot my eyes on you, the first time you cross me\nI'll be frying you, cause y'all don't know me\n[Young Noble Chorus]\nWe will never fall\nThru the war, we'll always stand tall (Why)\nCause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers\n[E.D.I]\nWhen we was kids, the loving felt good\nBut of course have the respect\nThough it's even better\nNow for this chedder\nni**az is laying deader\nThen Malcom and Martin put together\nOh Lord only knows where we'll end up\nRemember what Pac said\nWatch the f**kin signs\nBut we wasn't listening\nToo busy trippin off his shine\nNow one time for my muthaf**kin' Outlawz\nNapoleon, Noble, and Kastro\nMay we all roll\nAnd if you don't know\nWe got the rap game petro\nScared cause we bout to release\nLike heavy metal\nNationwide, underground\nWe running the ghettos\nStealing all of ya fan base like we kleptos\nbi**h I can't let go\nI been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too long\nAnd ni**az is stealing my s**t\nAnd busting it wrong\nHot shots holla back when you get 'em\nOutlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system\nMilitary wisdom\nPreparing myself for armegeddom\nBreaking my balls at this game\nKnowing it's a dead end\nAnd my only weapon\nIs my believe that I'm superior\nYeah we the muthaf**kas\nThat you ni**az is liery off\nControling my steam\nKnowing my team to deserve more\nf**k the reframe\nStick to the game and earn more\nHolding my head, rolling the head with focus\nLaughing inside\nCause deep inside y'all don't know us\n[Young Noble Chorus]\nWe will never fall\nThru it all, we'll always stand tall (Why)\nCause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers\nAnd if you believe in that s**t that you heard\nY'all dont know us, y'all dont know us\nWe will never fall (Never)\nThru the war, we'll always stand tall\nCause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers\nAnd if you believe in that s**t that you heard\nY'all dont know us, y'all dont know us\n[E.D.I Talking]\nAin't never know ni**az like us boy\nThey don't make ni**az like us no more\nThug in Peace.. to all my ni**az (Never)\nSee ya soon.. uhh\n",
    "2pac - Young Black Male lyrics": "(\"Hard like an erection...\" -- Ed O.G.) Young black male!\n(\"Hard like an erection...\")\n(\"...ain't sh** to fool with\" -- Ice Cube)\n(\"Hard like an erection...\") Young black male!\n(\"...ain't sh** to fool with\")\n[runs backwards] Young black male!\n[2Pac] Yes n***az... yes n***az... yes n***az\nYoung black male!\n(\"Hard like an erection...\") Young black male!\n(\"Hard like an erection...\") (\"...ain't sh** to fool with\")\n(\"Hard like an erection...\") Young black male!\n(\"Hard like an erection...\") (\"...ain't sh** to fool with\")\n[2Pac] Go n***a, go!!\n[Verse One:]\nYoung black male\nI try to effect by kicking the facts\nand stacking much mail\nI'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack\nand f** goin to jail\nCuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look\nI don't sell ya-yo\nThey teachin a brother like I was in books\nFollow me into a flow\nI'm sure you know, which way to go\nI'm hittin em out of the dopes\nSo slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow\nI'm f**in the s*uts and hoes\nThe bigger the bu*ts the tighter the clothes\nThe gimminy jimminy grows\nThen whaddya know, it's off with some clothes\nRowd when the crowd says hoe\nThat let's me know, they know I can flow\nLove when they come to my shows \n\n\n\nI get up and go, with skins before\nWhen I'm collecting my dough\nI never respect, the one that I back\nThe quicker the n***a can rap\nThe bigger the check, now watch how they sweat\nWhat kind of style is that?\nThe style of a mack, and ready to jack\nI rendered up piles of black\nThe wacker the pack, the fatter the smack\nI hate it when real n***a bust\nThey hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust\nI had enough of the fuss\nI bust what I bust, and cuss when I must\nThey gave me a charge for sales\nFor selling the tales... of young black males\nYes n***a, N-I-G-G-A n***az\nAy n***a you can't handle that sh**!\nPa** that man!\nHit that sh**, that's the sh**!\nIt smell like skunk, skunk smell like that n***a momma\nWe ain't nuttin but some low down dirty n***az\nKeep it real n***a, f** you n***a!\nYou ain't givin me near a dime on this real motherf**er\nf** St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby\nStrictly some of that Hennesee\nCan I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it?\nf** you capo. You ain't in baby.\nI tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking\nall that sh**, when I come back, OK?\nWe gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back\nYOUNG BLACK MALE!",
    "2pac - Young n***az lyrics": "I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford\nand all other lil' young n***az that's in a rush to be gangstas\nAs a young n***a, I'm almost ?swellin? in the wind\nGive anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was ten\nI didn't bang but I was hangin with the homies\ntell them n***az started slangin that they don't know me\nI got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me\nLately I've been tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play me\nwith that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me\nIf them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I\nsomeday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride\nPut down the top, now we flossin\nHit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window\nWorkin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good\nStop through the hood, grab the young thugs\nAnd I can't help but reminisce back when we slung d**, know it's bad\nbut all we had was our hopes and dreams\nCouldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends\nas young n***az\nHe's the kind of G like everybody knows\nAs a young n***a\nHe's always G'd up, from head to toe\nMy memories as a young n***a\nAlways got it blown like Al Capone\nYoung n***a\nHe's the downest G I've ever known\nBack in Junior High, when we was barely gettin by, when daddy died\nThat's when my momma started gettin high\nMy neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn't survive\nAll our homies livin short lives, I couldn't cry\nTold my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket\nlet me get my dead homies high\nCome follow me throughout my history, it's just\n_Me Against the World_ stuck in misery; as a young n***a\nMy only thing was to be paid\nLife full of riches avoid snitched cause they shady, back in the days\nWe always found the time to play,\nbut that's before they taught them g**ners how to spray\nNot just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis\nEvery stadium that I go, when will they change?\nStuck in the game like a dumb n***a\nRemember how it was, to be a young n***a\nHe's the kind of G like everybody knows\nAs a young n***a\nHe's always G'd up, from head to toe\nMy memories as a young n***a\nAlways got it blown like Al Capone\nYoung n***a\nHe's the downest G I've ever known\nI'm tellin you..\n.. to be young, have your brains and have every ? and all that \n\n\n\nYo, y'all n***az don't know how good you really do got it\nMuh'f**ers need to just calm down\nand peep what the f** they wanna do for the rest of the life\n'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life\nYou dumb n***a\nNow that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein somethin\nDon't wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttin\nTryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real\nand I will even if it k**s me, my young n***az\nbreak away from these dumb n***az\nPut down the guns and have some fun n***a, the rest'll come n***a\nFame is a fast thang, that g**nin\nputtin n***az in a casket, murdered for hangin\nat the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin\nCause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day\nI watch the murder rate increases, and even worse\nthe epidemic and diseases, what is the future?\nThe projects lookin hopeless, where\nmore and more borhters givin up and don't care\nSometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed\nand I proceed to blow the track up, for young n***az\nHe's the kind of G like everybody knows\nFor these young n***az\nHe's always G'd up, from head to toe\nMy memories as a young n***a\nHe always got it blown like Al Capone\nTake it slow n***a, it's for the young n***az\nHe's the downest G I've ever known\nAs a young n***a\nHe's the kind of G like everybody knows\nHe's always G'd up, from head to toe\nMemories as a young n***a\nHe always got it blown like Al Capone\nHe's the downest G I've ever known\n['Pac talking overlaps singing last four lines]\nThis go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know)\nLittle bad motherf**ers from the block (that's right)\nThem n***az that's thirteen and fourteen\nDrivin Cadillacs, Benzes and sh** (I see you boy)\nYoung motherf**in hustlers (make that money boy)\nStay strong n***a\nYou could be a f**in accountant, not a dope dealer\nyouknowhatI'msayin? (Go to school n***a, go to school)\nf** around and, you pimpin out here\nYou could be a lawyer (really doe)\nn***az gotta get they priorities straight\n(Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherf**er)\nReally doe.. young n***az.. little RahRah\n(sup n***a) Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy\n(Don't be a dumb n***a, listen, young n***az)\n[singers freestyle and skat to the end of the song]",
    "2pac - Zoom (Original Version) lyrics": "[Intro: Dr. Dre]\nI got my mind made up\nCome on, get in, get into it\nTo let it right\nYeah, tonight's tonight\nYeah, check it\n[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]\nRelax yourself, and let your conscience be free\nGet down to the sounds of the D-R-E\nCause tonight's tonight, I'll get in some sh** (Yeah)\nDeep cover, black tint MAN Hummer\nJams rock the whole summer\nStackin' his green while n***as get dumb and dumber\nI headline, keep the shines\nWhat's this surprise?\nGot the D-O double-G applied to me with the dope rhyme\n[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]\nWake up to make up, wake up it's time to take up\nMore paper, it's Snoop and Dre who gettin' shake up\nAnd take up, to hold you all for all my dogs\nWe hit you with that bang bang, boogie boogie y'all\nWhether slidin' in your lo-lo, or smokin' on some do do\nWe're back in actions, spread the words, take some photos\nCause, we got more paper to get, pounds to get\nI clowns the b**h, with pounds of sh**, roll one n***a\nUhh, just what the Doctor ordered\nIt's the motherf**in' father figure, I got a little older\nAnd got a little wiser\nBut I still blast your a** with the 9 Mila-heat mind\nAww, and incase you think I'm slippin'\nI'm dippin' with the bullet proof\nSun rise, wise up\n[Hook: Dawn Robinson]\nOoh, his first mistake was he had to do the crime (Say what?)\nHe had to hustle mornin' to the night (That's right, hah)\n(If), he would have known then (Yeah)\nThe things (Yeah) that he knows now\nHe might not have got that time in Wayside\n[Verse 3: Dr. Dre] \n\n\n\nYeah, it's me, white rag, cherry bently\nCop shines from Italy, speak money language fluently\nNever f** with the nastiest, flashiest\nBought a house, big as Scarface to show my happiness\nRack as the Six Zeros, for those who wanna get personal to home\nco*k the heavy metal, rollin' with my stones\nProminent with flashy garments, spread a mill\nSmall bills, bring a smile to ta Ice grill\nPopular, loved throughout the industry\nIf they sue light a philly cause the judge has got a Free Willy\nSalute with chill R\u00e9my, gently\nAnd escort four ladies an arm to Four Seasons after the club bentley\nCondo suit\u00e9s, I'm fancy\nTwenty floors up, overlookin' ladies, boomerang their panties\nBumpin' Snoop Dogg's latest, takin' trips to Las Dregus\nThat's how we do it, Snoop is on you\n[Verse 4: Snoop Doggy Dogg]\nn***as puffin' while they're stuffin' dope down their drawers\nn***as stackin' while we're jackin' n***a, all yours\nCompound, locked down, Dogg Pound in a year\nDecode comp-town is back with them L.B.C's\nEastside up, wide up, that's how as real\nThe Eastside family, D.P.G.C\nI make a run for the buddah with a quarter of Hashie\nIn a Blue Century, toast in the back seat\nAboyed them, full the paranoid in them\nRunnin' out gat some, mashin' with the hashins\nTryin' to get back to the big L.B.C\nAnd when I do, young n***a sell me\nAll your dope, and all your robes\nCause Big Snoop Dogg ain't no motherf**in' joke\nn***a\n[Outro: Dr. Dre]\nZoom zoom zoom, zoom zoom zoom\nRepeat to fade"
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