MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
tupac shakur - changes
Come on come on
I see no changes.
Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living?
Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor
and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts,
so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro?
Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares?
One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope
And let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother,
but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other.
We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother
'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother
if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but things change, and that's the way it is.
Chorus
(Come on, come on)
That's just the way it is.
Things'll never be the same.
That's just the way it is. aww yeah...
(Come on, come on)
That's just the way it is.
Things'll never be the same.
That's just the way it is. aww yeah...
I see no changes. All I see is racist faces.
Misplaced hate makes disgrace for races we under.
I wonder what it takes to make this one better place...
let's erase the wasted.
Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right.
'Cause mo' black than white
is smokin' crack tonight.
And only time we chill is when we kill each other.
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other.
And although it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh.
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact...
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks.
But some things will never change.
Try to show another way,
but they stayin' in the dope game.
Now tell me what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you.
You gotta operate the easy way.
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way.
Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is.
(Come on, come on)
That's just the way it is.
Things'll never be the same.
That's just the way it is. aww yeah...
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people
to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat,
let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working
so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes.
Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me.
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts
givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp smack you up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush
I bust this.
That's the sound of my tune.
You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool.
And as long as I stay black,
I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry
'bout the pay backs.
Some buck that I roughed up way back...
comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh
[Bridge 'til fade]
(Come on, come on) That's just the way it is.
Things'll never be the same.
That's just the way it is. aww yeah...
Some things never change.
tupac shakur - dear mama
You are appreciated...
When I was young, me and my mama had beef
17 Years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see your face
Ain't no woman alive
that can take my mama's place
Suspended from school, scared to go home
I was a fool
with the big boys breaking all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer
than other little kids
And even though we had different daddies
The same drama
when things went wrong, we blamed mama
I reminised on the stress I caused, it was hell
Hugging on my mama from a jail cell
And who'ed think in elementary,
Heeeey I'd see the penitentiary
One day running from the police, that's right
Momma catch me--put a whoop'en to my backside
And even as a crack fiend mama,
You always was the black queen, mama
I finally understand for a woman
It ain't easy--trying to raise a man
Ya always was commited,
a poor single mother on welfare,
Tell me how you did
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand.
You are appreciated......
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't you know we luv ya
Sweeeet laaaady, please no one above ya
Sweeeet laaaady, don't you know we luv ya
Ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy, cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry
Cause my anger, wouldn't let me feel
for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless
But all along
I was looking for a father--he was gone
I hung around with the thug's
And even knew they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin'
I needed money on my own so I started slangin'
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good, putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when the rents due
Hope you got the diamond necklace
that I sent to you
Cause when I was low,
you was there for me
And never left me alone, because you cared for me
And I can see you coming home after work late
You in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate
Just working with the scraps she was givin'
And mama made miracles every thanksgiving
But now the road got rough, you're alone
Trying to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated.....
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't you know we luv ya
Sweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet laaaady, don't you know we luv ya
Pour out some liquor and I reminisce it
Cause through the drama,
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaaazy
I gotta thank the lord that you maaaade me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night,
there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if you hold on
It's a struggle
Everyday gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated...
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't you know we luv ya
Sweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet laaaady, don't you know we luv ya,
Sweeeet laaaady
Laaaady...[fades]...laaaady
tupac shakur - don t go to sleep
(Makaveli talking) x2
Don't go 2 sleep,
You can get your cash on nigga if you peak,
Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep
Quit staring at me like a infra-red nigga
(Verse 1: Makaveli)
Pictures of plenty
Sippin my glass full of henny
Hands on my semi -
- Automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact
Cause I'm live I multiply
Soon as I open fire
Niggaz die with open eyes
Scared to take a nap
It's a trap
A long maze
Dreaming of getting stacks
Making scratch the wrong way
What song says
We murder mother fucker's daily
Black out
Blow the the track out
My lyrics never fail me
I inhale strong weed
Then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west
Like Yay Yo
Niggaz pull out
When I say so
Commence to poppin'
Mother fuckers copy and fail
Efficiently I release and flee
The art of war living sucka free
Get with me
Chorus: (Makaveli) x2
Don't go 2 sleep,
You can get your cash on nigga if you peak,
Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep
(Verse 2: Kurupt)
I envisioned my self
In a pistol populated area
In a distance and a width with a glock
And about ten of the homeboyz on smash
Get to smashin'
First mother fucker moves
Nigga we blastin'
I'm a gangsta ass nigga
D-P till the fool's bangin' on the white hoes beat they fuckin eyes closed
In the midst with my eyes half open
The homie with the scope and
About fifteen others postin'
Nigga
The gangsta's run this mother fucker
Constantly smokin' we murder everything in this bitch eyes wide open
The homie pac says bray em'
End of discussion
He didn't save you for nothing
Niggz started bustin'
I'm a gangsta nigga
Just remember nigga
Don't sleep nigga
Don't trip or tweak nigga
Chorus: (Makaveli) x2
Don't go 2 sleep,
You can get your cash on nigga if you peak,
Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep
(Verse 3: Daz Dillinger)
Animated of it all in juvenated my dawgs
Fuckin' up these niggas for the wrong or right cause
Breakin' laws
Breakin' jaws
Just fuckin' all y'all
Seeing is believing now its time to break down the wall
Barricaded
Faded
Except for just one blast
Let em' know don't fuck around wit Kurupt, Pac and Daz
Created for gunshots to vacate the block
After its all done nigga
What do i got?
Hoo bangin on niggas for more than 15 figures
Put a hex on they ass
And watch they ass die quicker
Daz hit like a killa, make em all remember
The deadly wrath, I can make they family shiver
Control it and hold it down
Won't renounce the crown
Servin' and lay these mothafuckas down
Drop the bomb
Prepare for war
Lets even the score
Bringin it to you niggas like you can't afford
Chorus: (Makaveli repeated until the end)
Don't go 2 sleep,
You can get your cash on nigga if you peak,
Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep
tupac shakur - hail mary
Makaveli in this killuminati
All through your body
The blows like a 12 gauge shotty. uhh
Feel me
God said he should send his one begotten son
To lead the wild in to the ways of the man
Follow me
Be my flesh, flesh and my flesh
Come with me, hail mary
Nigga run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La, la la la, la, la, la la
I ain't a killa but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy
Next to gettin pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded
Wise words being quoted
Peep the weakness in the rap game and showed it
Bow down, pray to god hoping that he's listenin
Seein niggas comin for me, through my diamonds
When they glistenin
Now pay attention
Rest me please father
I'm a ghost in these killin fields
Hail mary catch me if I go
Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a mad man
Screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see 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 corupted
Fuck this shit, stuck
Niggas lucky
If we bust out this shit
Plus momma told me never stop
Until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust
It's just as hell
Hail mary
Come with me, hail mary
Nigga run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La, la la la, la, la, la la
Come with me, hail mary
Nigga run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La, la la la, la, la, la la
Penitentiary is packed, with promise makers
Never realize the precious time
The bitch niggas is wastin'
Institutionalized I live my life a product
Made to crumble
Much to hardened for a smile
Were to crazy to be humble
We ballin catch me father please
Cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store
Pass the hennessy I hear ya callin
Can I get some more?
Hail till I reach hell, I ain't scared
Momma checkin in my bedroom I ain't there
I got a head wit no screws in it
What can I do?
One life to live but I got nothin to lose
Just me and you
On a one way trip to prison
Sellin drugs, we all wrapped up in this livin
Life as thugs
To my homeboys in clinton max, doin there bid
Raise hell to this real shit and feel this
When they turn out the lights
I'll be down in the dark
Thuggin eternal through my heart
Now hail mary nigga
Come with me, hail mary
Nigga run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La, la la la, la, la, la la
Come with me, hail mary
Nigga run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La, la la la, la, la, la la
[kastro]
They got an apb out on my thug family
Since the outlawz run these streets
Like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
Head down k blasted off hennessy and ty
Chronic mixed
Now I'm twisted
Blisted and high
Visions of me thug livin
Gettin' me by forever live
And I multiply survive by thugs
When I die they won't cry
Unless they comin with slugs
[young noble]
Peep the whole seen
And whatever goin on around me
Brain kinda cloudy
Smoked and out feelin rowdy
Ready wet the party up and
Whoever in that motherfucka
Nasty new street slugger
My heat seeks suckas on a regula
Mashin in a stolen black ack integera
Cock back sixty seconds
Till the draw that's when I deadin ya
Feet first ya gotta a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a thug to preachin preachin church
I gave you love now you eatin dirt
Needin work and
I ain't the nigga to put you up on
Cause word in bond
When I was broke
I had to hustle till dawn
That's when sun came up
There's only one way up
Hold ya head stay up
To all my nigga's
Get ya pay and wait up
[castro]
If it's on then it's on
We rate b-breaks
Outlaws on a paper chase
Can you relate
To this shit I don't got
Be the shit I gotta take
Dealin wit fate
Hoping god don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on
We rate b-breaks
Outlaws on a paper chase
Can you relate
To this shit I don't got
Be the shit I gotta take
Dealin wit fate
Hoping god don't close the gate
Come with me, hail mary
Nigga run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La, la la la, la, la, la la
Come with me, hail mary
Nigga run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La, la la la, la, la, la la
We've been traveling on this wavy road
Long time life can be a heavy load
But we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail mary, hail mary
We won't worry everything with corine
We free like the bird in the tree
We won't worry everything with corine
Yes we free like the bird in the tree
We runnin from the penitentiary
This is the time for reliberty
Hail mary, hail mary
tupac shakur - keep ya head up
Something for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne.
Verse One:
Some say that the darker is the sweetest fruit, is its juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the ro
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
Chorus
(keep your head up)
Eeewww child things are gonna get easier
(keep your head up)
Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter
(keep your head up)
Eeewww child things are gonna get easier
(keep your head up)
Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter
Verse Two:
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
it ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up
Chorus
Verse Three:
And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten older and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin Benz
I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up
tupac shakur - life goes on
Life Goes On
[Chorus]
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
There's a Heaven for a 'G'
Be a lie If I told ya that
I never thought of death
My niggas we tha last ones left
But life goes on
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
There's a Heaven for a 'G'
Be a lie If I told ya that
I never thought of death
My niggas we tha last ones left
But life goes on
As I bail through tha empty halls
Breath stinkin' in my draws
Ring, ring, ring quiet y'all
Incoming call
Plus this my homie from high school
He's getting by
It's time to burry another brotha
Nobody cry
Life as a baller
Alchol and booty calls
We usta do them as adolecents
Do you recall? raised as G's
Loc'ed out and blazed the weed
Get on tha roof let's get smoked out
And blaze with me
2' in tha morning
And we still high assed out
screamin' 'thug till I die'
before I passed out
but now that your gone
I'm in tha zone thinkin'
'I don't wanna die all alone'
but now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death
I'm drinkin' Hennessy
while tryin' ta make it last
I drink a 5th for that ass
when you pass...
cause life goes on
[Chorus]
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie If I told ya that
I never thought of death
my niggas we tha last ones left
but life goes on
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie If I told ya that
I never thought of death
my niggas we tha last ones left
but life goes on
Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell
ya blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parole
imagine life as a convict
that's getten' old
plus with tha drama
we're lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
life in tha hood...
is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties
Me and you No true a two
while schemeing on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest nigga
cause I ain't worried
eyes bluried
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball till' my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato, we're meant to rest in peace
Thug till I die
Chorus
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie If I told ya that
I never thought of death
my niggas we tha last ones left
but life goes on
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie If I told ya that
I never thought of death
my niggas we tha last ones left
but life goes on
Bury me smilin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let tha hoes that I usta know
from way before
kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don't get in
tell all my people I'm a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outlaws
let me ride
until I get free
I live my life in tha fast lane
got police chasen me
to my niggas from old blocks
from old crews
niggas that guided me through
back in tha old school
pour out some liquor
have a toast for tha homies
see we both gotta die
but ya chose to go before me
and brothas miss ya while you're gone
you left your nigga on his own
how long we mourn
life goes on...
Chorus - repeats
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie If I told ya that
I never thought of death
my niggas we tha last ones left
but life goes on
Life goes on homie
gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel ya nigga, trust me
I feel ya
You know what I mean
last year
we poured out liquor for ya
this year nigga, life goes on
we're gonna clock now
get money
evade bitches
evade tricks
give players plenty space
and basicaly just represent for you baby
next time you see your niggas
your gonna be on top nigga
their gonna be like,
'Goddamn, them niggas came up'
that's right baby
life goes on....
and we up out this bitch
hey Kato, Mental
y'all niggas make sure it's popin'
when we get up there
don't front.
tupac shakur - hit em up
Intro: Tupac
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)
Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch in the clit you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...
Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!
Verse Two:
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up
Chorus
Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up
Verse Four:
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you heards
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse Four:
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up
Outro: Tupac
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they
motherfuckers back, you know how it is
When we drop records they feel it
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes
tupac shakur - thugz mansion
[Intro]
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean?
Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug, nigga
That's why we go to Thug Mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free
and you gotta be a G,
at Thug Mansion
[Verse 1]
A place to spend my quiet nights,
time to unwind, so much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9,
all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle,
they only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed
struggles I survived
Prayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a
choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor
and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace,
and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place,
the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all,
so we can ball, at Thugz Mansion
[Chorus: J. Phoenix]
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion
[Verse 2]
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks,
they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good
for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain
Why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head
With the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go
How can I be peaceful? I'm coming from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream, "Peace," while the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape
The deadly places slingin' drugs, in Thugz Mansion
[Chorus: J. Phoenix]
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion
[Verse 3]
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night,
it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson,
and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named
Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little Latasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquorstore
that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand
only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you
knew in the past
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place,
in Thugz Mansion
[Chorus: J. Phoenix]
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion
tupac shakur - until the end of time
(come on)
[Tupac]
Perhaps i was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood i missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for
currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never
leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thang through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
And coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could
Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the time we be acting up call tha cops
Bringing the cease to tha peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha
same
Until the end of time
[Chorus: RL]
So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time
[Tupac]
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know I don't hang around tha house much
This all night money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean
Smoking Ports think my thoughts
Then it's back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweating him
I sex his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican
His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was
scrapping
Until the end of time
[Chorus x2]
[Tupac]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of playa haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in tha end drinking henessy made all my enemies
envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Fall to their knees, they plead for their right to
breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don't freeze time to be a g
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin to make a g
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that's what I'm about, more
Gettin raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a g while tha whole world remembers me
Until the end of time
[Chorus]
tupac shakur - old school
Here we go we gonna send this one out to da ol school
All these motherfuckas in the Bronx and Brooklyn, Staten Island,
Queens and all the motherfuckas that laid it down the foundation.
Ya know what I'm sayin, Nothin' but love for da old school. Dats who
we gonna do this one for ya feel me.
CHORUS: what mo' can I say, I wouldn't be here today
If da old school didn't pave the way
I remember Mr. Magic Cash, Grand Master Flash, L.L raisin' hell
but it didn't last Eric B. and Rakim was da shit ta me I'd flip
to see a Dougie Fresh Show with Rickie G and Red Alert was puttin'
in work, and Chuck Chill had my homies on the hill gettin' ill,when
shit was real. Well I can still remember Raw with Daddy Cain, when De La
Soul was puttin' potholes in the game. I can't explain how it was,
Whodini had me puffin' on dat buddha gettin' buzzed, cuz there I was
Them block parties in da projects and on my block and tic ya don't stop
ya sippin' on dat private stock. And through my speakers Queen Latifah
and MC Lyte Listen to Treach and KRS ta get me through the night. With
Te La Rock and Madtronics with Stetsasonic, remember when Push it was da
bomb shit,
Ain't nothin' like da old school
CHORUS: What more can I say I wouldn't be here today if da old school
didn't pave the way
I had Shell toes and BVD's, a killa preaca shot my lees when I hit da
streetz. I'm playin' Skelly, Ring-a-levio when and catch a kiss, before
my homies in my hood learned ta smack a bitch. I remember, way back
da weak weed they had, too many seeds in da trade bag. Im on a train
headin' uptown freestylin' with some wild kids from Bucktown, Profilin'
cuz da hoochies were starin', checkin' what a niggaz wearin' I'm
wonderin' if dats her hair, I remember stick ball, humpin' hoochies on
da wall, takin' leaks up on da steps stinkin' up da hall. Through my
childhood wild as a juvenile a young nigga tryin' ta stay away from
Riker's Isle, Me and my homies breakin' ice tryin' ta keep it true out
on da roof sippin' 90 proof
ain't nothin' like da old school
CHORUS: What more can I say...
Remember Poppin and Lockin with Curtis Blow, the Daybelts, and Skat la
Rock da super hole back in latin corners. When Slick Rick was spittin'
Lodi Dodi, gaming no hoochies at da neighborhood block parties, I
remember breakdancin' to Mel E Mel, Jeckyl and Hyde, L.L. when he rocked
da bells forget da T.V I'd rather hit da streets and do grafitti be
careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nothin' like da old school
It ain't nothin' like da old school
Chorus: What more can I say......
PAC: remember seein' Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?
Remember MothaFukas used ta go"Is Brooklyn in da House" and Motherfuckas
would lose they god damn minds. That's da old school to me
(SUPER ROB)
Thats what I'm sayin' I remember goin' places and mothafukas was scared
to say they was from anywhere but brooklyn. That shit was da bomb back
in da motherfukin' old school nigga, Remember Skelly niggas knockin
niggaz out the box, popin' boxes, (MY ADIDAS) Remember stick ball,
remember niggaz used ta run dat shit like that? Remember(L.L. COOL J IS
HARD AS HELL)screamin' up at ya momz from da window? The Icecream
trucks Remember all the..Remember the Italian Icees yo remember the
Italian Icees the spanish niggas comin' down with the coconut icees and
shit? (I CAME THROUGH DA DOOR SAID IT BEFORE.. DAT WAS DA SHIT!)
tupac shakur - i don t give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging
about the nigga he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident
and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows
pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga bigger
from the mutha-fuckin' underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin' tick
and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do yah figure!?
A mutha-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a fuck
Niggas!, isn't just the blacks
also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs
and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga
and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
I had to shoot yah
and the pass for the blast take his cash
before I dash I bash his head in
Dump him at the dead in
And that's just his luck
Cause a nigga like me
don't really give a fuck
Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen
a mutha fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain't this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income
is more than His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as casanova
And count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
As strong as a fuckin' nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up
and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a fuck
They just don't give a fuck
I gotta give my fuck offs
Fuck you to the San Francisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the Amerikkka
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas
And fuck yah
Fuck Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2paclypse mutha fuckin' know
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy's balls
Fuck Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks
tupac shakur - it ain t easy
I take a shot of Henessey
now I'm strong enough to face the madness
nickel bags full of sess weed laced with hash
phone calls from my niggas on the other side
two childhood friends just died
I couldn't cry
A damn shame, when will we ever change
And what remains
from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguements with my foolish troop
I spend more time with my niggas then I
do with you
But everywhere it's the same thang
that's the game, I'll be damned if a thang changed
Fuck the fame
I'll be hustling to make a million
lord knows, ain't no love for us ghetto children
so we cold, rag top slowin' down
time to stop for gas
peep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass
Uhh, It ain't easy, that's my motto
drinkin' tangeray straight out da bottle
everybody wanna know if I'm insane
my baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
all the drama got me stressen like I'm hopeless
I can't cope
me and my homies smokin' roaches
cuz we broke
late night hangin' out till the sunrise
getten high
watchin' the cops roll by
Uhh, It ain't easy
Chorus (3X)
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentary
or will I stay free Uhh..
I can't sleep
niggas plottin' on to kill me
While I'm dreaming
wake up screaming
cuz I can hear them suckas scheming
Probably paranoid,
Problem is
I'm supposed to be fantasing
A brother bite the bullet
Open I'm fire
And I thought
"I wonder why this the way it is"
Even now looking of for these
Killa kids
Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin'
doin' 20 to life in San Quintan
Gettin calls from my nigga
Mike Tyson
Ain't nuttin' nice
Yo Pac, "Do something rightegous with your life
Even thou you innoccent
You still a nigga
So they figure
rather have behind bars then triggas
But I'm hold ya down
And holla Thug Life"
lickin' shots till I see
My niggas free
On my block
No, it ain't easy
Till I see my niggas free
On the block
Chorus (3X)
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentary
or will I stay free Uhh....
Lately, I've been reminiscin'
about pepermint snaps
'n Junior High
hit the block
Keepin' eyes on the cops
While D-boyz slang rocks
Its the project ked without a conscience
I'm having dreams
of hearing screams at my concerts
meetin' all my childhood peers
through the years
tryin' to stack a little green
I was only seventeen
when I started servin' fiends
and I wish there was another way
to stack a dollar
and my appollar
cuz these hard times
make me wanna hollar
will I live to see tommorrow ?
am I fallin' off ?
I hit the weed
And proceed
to say, fuck all of y'all
ain't nobody down with me
I'm thuggin'
I can't go home
cuz mutha-fuckas think i'm buggin'
So now I'm in this high powered cell
at the county jail
Punk Judge
Got a grudge
Can't post no bail
what, do I do and these county blues
gettin' battered and bruised
by the you know who
and these fakes get the shakin'
when they face me, snakes
ain't got enough nuts to replace me
sittin' in this livin' hell
listenin' to niggas yell
tryin' to torture to tell
I'm gettin' ill
But ain't nobody sayin' much
The same old nuts
Is makin' bucks
While these sluts is gettin' fucked
they violated my pobation
and it seems
I'll be going on a long vacation
Meanwhile... It ain't easy
No it ain't easy
Chorus (3X)
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentary
or will I stay free Uhh...
tupac shakur - die
2PAC
Murderous mindstate
Can't keep my nine straight
Sippin' on this hennessey
Waitin' for the time to break
Show up and mothafuckas bow down... recognize
West Side, Death Row, outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons labeled for drug sellin' merciless jackers
Forever buzzed
Roll with thugs and dawgs
Commence to lettin' off rounds
Then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he's sleepin'
My mini-14 murderin' niggas while they creepin'
Uhhh!
Duck or you ass out!
Drink 'til you pass out!
Ain't scared to die
Drunk drivin' in my Glasshouse
Niggas is under me
They bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga
Now they wanna really see
Bomb first, my motto... is fully guaranteed
Niggas is playahatas
Label them my enemies then dumpin'...
Look out young nigga!
'Cause it's time to dump
I'm versitile mothafuckas
What type of rhyme we want?
Niggas got me in they sight
Now I'm runnin' for my life
Tell me!...
What's that... West Side like?...
I'm dumpin'
Empty my gun
It's time to run
'Cause here come the cops
I'll be duckin' 'em for blocks
Nigga I'm dumpin'
Empty my clip
Forever bustin'
East Coast nigga rushin'
Mothafucka I'll be dumpin'...
tupac shakur - runnin
One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?)
Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean)
No matter what I do, they got a nigga
Still runnin' from the police
(Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)
[Young Hollywood:]
I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble
Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles
For some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G
A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me
With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the police
[K-Dogg:]
Nigga, you know that's true
Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin with a crew
Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
The O.J. and it's all OK
'til that fuckin fake cop got to play the man
Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand
Damn, I hope it don't spill
Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel
[Big Malcolm:]
Still runnin' from the police I gets no sleep
I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo
But I ain't no motherfuckin track star, pig's got a Jeep
Like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker's backyards
So I, grabs my piece before I flee
And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me
Lick shots hits spots off on my piece
Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin' from the police
[Interlude: Buju Banton]
I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco
Lay, they tried to cock me, but them can't gun store
When a batty bwoy do it from the mob
Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad
Look around, look around, punk police
While gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy test
Look around, look around, punk police
Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best
[Stretch:]
Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route
To, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game
The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane
On them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White
[Stretch:]
And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock
And we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin it
I'm lettin off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke
And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide
We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack [heavy breathing]
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
[Interlude: Buju Banton]
Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me North
Pulled up the park, I left school and left buck
Look around, look around, punk police
Was about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best
[2Pac:]
They got me runnin' from the five-oh
Duckin and dodgin in my survival
The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe
I'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price
He did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life
Tell me is it me or my upbringin, I spit that thug shit
Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands
On tight, cause I ain't givin up
I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night
I'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch
They'll never catch me
Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, sneotch
Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend
Do Thug Niggas go to heaven?
I'm rollin with the thorough heads
We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo
I got no love for the five-oh I'm runnin' from the police
[Outro: Buju Banton to fade]
tupac shakur - high til i die
High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
Shit don't stop
The shit don't stop
Game rules
Ain't got time for fools
Money on my mind
So my nine rules
Time to make wieght
Niggas gettin' crazy paid
Hate bitches for the games they play
So nigga
Pull quick
But better be quicker
Than the next mutha fucka
On the trigger
Cause I'm static
Startin' to be a fuckin' habit
Gotta keep my automatic
Or get my ass kicked
When I'm travelin'
It's kind of puffin'
I drive a bucket
Little Thug Life nigga
Screaming Fuck It
I love to throw my middle finger to the police
And no bucks, no justice, no peace
I'm smoking blunts 'til I pass out
[coughing]
Yah nigga getting assed out
Rollin' and my niggas
Glass out
Drving fast
Talking to bitches
Whipping cash out
I'm with my niggas
So fuck the suckas
I'm bucking brothas
Smokin' chronic mutha fuckas
Causing ruckus
It's the last of the drank
Pull over
Can't hear a damn thang
Sober
High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
Shit don't stop
The shit don't stop
Lord help me save me
Mama keep praying for a young mutha fucker
Trying to duck an early grave
In the city where you can't tell the fakes
From the snakes
Enemies from phonies
Friends from your homies
Around the corner theres another nigga waiting to jack
He don't know I got a glock
Till his ass get shot
Like a mutha fuckin' Thug disease
Claiming Peace
Like they mutha fuckin' trustin' me
Hey, what's up with bitches trying to screw me
Do me cause I did a movie
Throw the pussy to me
But before they never knew me
Rather die then let yah
Play me for like a Busta
And with my glock
I'm a plotin' ass rotten mutha fucka
Hey don't let that movie fool yah
Let me school yah
Screaming Thug Life nigga
When I do yah
It's the last of the drank
Pull over
Can't hear a damn thang
Sober
[Till the end of song]
High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
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