2Pac Better Dayz

1.Intro


Good Evening (sirens in the background)
I'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard
Where many excited fans have gathered with candles
(crowd starts chanting 'Tupac')
Awaiting the much anticipated release, of Tupac Shakur's latest
album, Better Dayz
This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac
Which, raises the question
Where are these songs coming from？
It's interesting how, the message in these songs
Is still relevant today
Even in his death, he's touching people with his lyrics
I can feel the energy in the air, as they count down to midnight
When the album will officially be released
Oh, hold on, I, think they're starting to countdown now


5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ...


2.Still Ballin(Nitty Remix)

Artist：2Pac／Trick Daddy


Straight muthafuckin' ballin'
Part two
Still ballin'

Westside...


Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
Still Ballin'
Ridin' on these niggaz cause the lame
In a 6-1 Chevy still heavy in this game
Can you feel me？
Blame it on my mama I'm a thug nigga
Up before the sunrise quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on
Nigga then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch made niggaz hit em' up
WESTSIDE....
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my female strapped
Love fuckin' from the back
I get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at
RIDEN...
Pass by
While niggaz wonder why
I got shot but didn't die
Let em' see who's next to try
Did I cry, hell nah...
Nigga not a tear shed
For all my homies in the pen many peers dead
Nigga
Still Ballin'


Until the day I die
You can bring your crew
But we remain true
Muthafuckers still ballin'
Niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew
But we remain true
Muthafuckers still ballin'


Now if you kneel and pray
And hope the lord understand
When he's gone the father become a dangerous man
Ain't crazy or deranged
But when these kids go to spray him
Boy I don't be playin'
With clienteles
And rhyme sell's
Question is will you fuckin' niggaz ride for real
Huh？
Bitch nigga this is g rated
Plus your homeboy won't make your street game foogazy
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and Tupac on this bitch
And you can tell em thug life was the reason for this
And I'll ride for any nigga who believe in this shit
Still ballin'


Still Ballin'
Until the day I die
You can bring your crew
But we remain true
Muthafuckers still ballin'
Niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew
But we remain true
Muthafuckers still ballin'


Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page shot to death bullet's to the
head
Niggaz holla out my name
And it's similar to rain
Muthafuckers know I'm comin' so they runnin to they graves
WATCH
Swoop down with my nigga from the pound
Cause trick don't give a fuck when you coward niggaz now
Blast
Keep pumpin' ain't worried bout nuttin'
Bustas thought we was frontin'
So we load and keep dumpin'
Still Ballin'


Thug Life

Still ballin'
Muthafuckers still ballin'
Straight muthafuckin' ballin'


3.When We Ride On Our Enemies(Briss Remix)

Fugees
Fugees and Mobb Deep trying to diss now to huh
Ahahaha
Well I ain't prejudice, I don't give a fuck

This is what it sounds like
When we ride on our Enemies
Biatch!
When we ride on our Enemies


Heyyy
Got some static with some niggas on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll
He's a rider now
What they want from us mothafucken thug niggas
Used to love niggas, now I plug niggas
It's slug niggas
Am I wrong？
Niggas making songs, trying to get with us
Must be gone off stress weed, in the west we trust
To the chest I bust
Then we ride to the sun come, shining back to brighten up the
sky
How many die？
Heard the Fugee was trying to do me
Look bitch I cut your face, this ain't no mothafucken movie
Then
We watch the other two die slow
Castrated entertaining at my mothafucken side show
Bounce and I'm planning mo'
Time to exterminate my foes
I can't stand you hoes
Now label this my fucking trick shot
My lyrics running all you cowards out of hip-hop
When we ride, on our Enemies


When we ride on our Enemies
I bet you mothafuckas die
When we ride
On our Enemies
When we ride on our Enemies
Bet all you mothafuckas die
When we ride
On our Enemies


Come take a journey through my minds eye
You cross the game, don't explain nigga
Time to die
Say good bye
Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger
So right before you die you bow before a bigger nigga
Now dry your eyes
You was heartless on your hits
Niggas love to scream peace after they start some shit
Pay attention here's a word to those that robbed me
I'll murder you
Then I, run a train on Mobb Deep
Don't fuck with me
Nigga you barely living
Don't you got sickle cell
See me and have seizure on stage
You ain't feeling well
Hell
How many niggas want to be involved？
See I was only talking to Biggie
But I'll kill all of ya'll
Then ball
Then tell the Brat to keep her mouth closed
Fuck around and get tossed up
By the fucken Outlawz
Before I leave make sure everybody heard
Know I meant every mothafucken word
When we ride, on our Enemies


When we ride on our Enemies
Make sure everybody die
When we ride
On our Enemies
When we ride on our Enemies
(heh heh)
I'll make sure everybody dies
When we ride
On our Enemies


4.Changed Man(Jazze Pha Remix)

Artist：2Pac／Jazze Pha／T.I.／Johnta Austin


Shit, I'm a changed man
Hey turn the lights up
Still ballin', 2pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit
Look


By age 16 I sold to dope fiends
Not a drug dealer but I watched them closely
Until they noticed me
I got the feds wondering who broke the law
Fuck too inhibited for gun smoke I broke his jaw
Words harder than a fucking diamond
Mobile phone call to Simon, niggas trippin' homie, when we
riding？
Fuck 'em slowly like Jodeci
I'd stick a needle in my eye
If I don't live and die for M.O.B
And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns
I hit your block and we can box for fun
Nigga one on one
Last to fall is a baller cat
It's death row why the fuck u think we call it that？
So if u knew me in my past life
Don't act like we homeboys
Ain't no love in the fast life
I switch gears on them jealous bitches
Who do you fear？
The game plan of a changed man
So what I'm saying is


I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah
(Fucking with a changed man)
I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it up
(Nigga you fucking with a changed man)
All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna
flip your hands up
(Fucking with a changed man)
Changed man, you dealing with a changed man

(Hey, eh, eh)


In drop top
Glock cocked
Got rocks in ma socks
Cops spot Watt niggas
But hard to stop niggas
Not if the gat niggas
Doughboys and hot niggas
Who might have shot niggas
But only by strolling
Out for respect
Now days they expect me to be in a Ferrari or the old Lexus
But anything you see flashin past and can't tell
That's me
Gauge on the Escalade back seat
Don't creep
But what u think
T.I. be in them suites？
But don't sleep
Get u hit from your head to feet
Hey u don't know me
I'm fittin' to introduce you to the old me
You walk in, explode it and leave reload
You don't like a record nigga - buck you, blow me
But you will respect me
Or get it in your neck piece chief
No grief nigga still gonna let me be
Or get your insides exposed to the streets, nigga


I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah
(Your fucking with a changed man)
Slanging new dope to the world but the people still buy it up
(Nigga you fucking with a changed man)
All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna
flip your hands up
(Fucking with a changed man)
Changed man, you dealing with a changed man


A niggas so cold when I flow
Bow down to death row
Three wheel motion
Coming through coasting
Who's that nigga in the g-ride
Screaming out m.o.b
Nigga we ride
I hit the charts like a stick up kid
Number one in the nation
I fucked the world
The judge gave me probation
Faced with incarceration
Move tapes like it's big weights
Slanging to the whole nation
Give me mine or I'm blastin';
On every song
Murder my enemies
I'm mashing 'till I'm gone
One love to my thug niggas
And fuck a bitch cause a truce is to love niggas
Throw your hands in the air close your eyes and hope
You ever come against a mass of smoke
On death row
My adversaries bleed
But fuck em all 'till the talk cease
Fucking with a changed man


I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah
(You fucking with a changed man)
Slanging new dope to the world but the people still buy it up
(Nigga you fucking with a changed man)
All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna
flip your hands up
(Fucking with a changed man)
Changed man, you dealing with a changed man


haha, everybody think they understand a nigga
shit u niggas don't know me
ya'll know that nigga on the rap songs
ya'll know that nigga in the movies
you don't know this nigga in 3d
the real live right up against u in front of your face....(shit)
westside
outlaw immortals (hahaha)
nigga you fucking with a changed man (hahaha)
you fucking with a changed man (hahaha)
I ain't the same, you fucking with a changed man
we ain't the same, you fucking with a changed man
we ain't the same, fucking with a changed man
changed man ...


5.Fuck Em All

Artist：2Pac／The Outlawz

You a what？ Bad Boy Killaz
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
Fuck all you muthafuckers
Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up


Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers
When they scrappin'
Blast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie killer
Affiliation with death row
Niggaz get their caps pealed back
Fool this the west coast
Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for niggaz to trip
Cause bitch I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga
With love niggaz
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines
Writing raps and movies
I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me
So Fuck em' all


(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle
finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)


Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak
Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets
like crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison
wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell
a possibility of livin' well
But if they killin' me
I get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosing to sell
I'd rather die and be deceased
World mob figga addicted to these fucking streets


Now put your muthafucking hands up
If you'se a rider (ride)
Niggaz ain't killers
So they hidin'
Why？
Fuck em' all, touch em' all
That's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi)
A young high strung thug nigga
Created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane
Gettin' fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
So fuck em' all


(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle
finger
affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony
homey to
call me
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(young noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't
get
comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(young noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya
love us we
thuggin'


I got glad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey
So they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar
I'll dick em' and holla
Ridin' these hoochies
Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my glock up
I'm bustin' in self defense ya see
Poppin' nobody got em'
Holla Outlaw riders
Mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene
Count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers
The swat team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy
Why？ Cause they'll never stop us
I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger
bust some body in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through
True to the game
I claim Outlaw riders
We give a fuck what they try
I'm...


Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain
Kick back lil nigga
And watch the game
Get your mobb rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
The streets know what's hot
Trust me


Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the tek's
Shower some slugs on em'
I've got a brother don't rest
And he keep some drugs on him
Always in grind mood
Hustle to find food
Ever seen faces of death
That's what my nine do


I keep my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
With my back against the wall
Like I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat
I must be goin' out my mind
Like I'm up against the world
This guerilla team of mine
Screamin'

Thug Life Bitch, Fuck em' all
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)

And die for em'
Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em'
Feel me？
Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
Fuck em' all
Let them die
That's my slogan
Fuck em' all


(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle
finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony
homey to call me
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't
get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya
love us we thuggin'
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all) (repeat 2 times to fade)


6.Never B Peace(Nitty Remix)

Artist：2Pac／E.D.I.／Kasbro


Now of course I want peace on the streets
But realistically
Painting perfect pictures ain't never work
My misery was so deep
Couldn't sleep through all my pressures
In my quest for cash
I learned fast
Using violent measures
Memories of adolescent years
Their was unity
But after puberty we brought war
To our community
So many bodies dropping
Its gotta stop
I want to help
But still I'm stepping
Keeping my weapon
Must protect myself
The promise of a better tomorrow
ain't never reach me
Plus my teachers were to petrified in class to teach me
Sipping thunderbird
And grape kool-aid
Calling Earl since my stomach was empty
It seduced me to fuck the world
Watch my 'lil homies
Lose there childhood to guns
Nobody cries no more
Cause we all die for fun
So why you ask me if I want peace
If you cant grant it
Niggas fighting across the whole planet
So we can never be peace


Will there ever be peace？
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
Cause there can never be peace


Somebody owes me
Will they control me？, nah
I ain't a hater playa
But I want all you got
Your babies have babies
Now we fighting each other
My dogs got rabies
They biting each other
'n' it ain't hard to find a friend like mine
Big fully is a bully
And he don't mind dying
And I gotta be bright
Miss sign after sign
Time after time
After time after time
And I don't like nobody
They don't like me more
And I'm cool with that finally
But they heard it before
Dog
We living in a prison
Losing our religion on em
Thanks given when thankful just for living in hell
Damn homey I don't mean to be harsh
But it's the devil in the ghetto trying to tear it apart
And if we make it up out
We still stuck in the dark
Will there ever be peace？
Just the peace in my heart
Never

(kastro talking)
The only peace we got
Is the peace in our heart
Or the peace in our mind
Right there in piece that we hold in our waste line
Feel me dog？
Cm'on


Will there ever be peace？
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace, (never)
Thats why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
'Coz there can never be peace


Things are changing
Nigga you better fantasize
I'm only concerned about me and mine in these times
The world is a ghetto where peace is not a part of it
We all goin' need God if we plan to get out of this
Niggas spending too much time hating on each other
Niggas buyin' guns
Load em up
Aim at each other
And the victim is you and me
The secret is true indeed
The good die
Mostly over bullshit
Repeatedly
Deep in me there's a part that wants nothing but love
But the rest of me knows war is what's waiting for us
So I stays ready
Keep my pay heavy and boss up
Stack my funds and my guns
Never rely on luck
Asking God to point out the imposters
Never let no weapon formed against me prosper
Cause they'll never be peace
So don't rely on it
Soldiers die for
And in the ghetto, they trying for it
FUCK PEACE


Will there ever be peace？
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
Cause there can never be peace


Shit, fuck peace
On the strength till my niggas get a piece
We cant have peace
How the fuck we gonna live happy if we ain't got none？
You motherfuckers is smiling, but I'm mean mugging
Why？ Cause gotta be thugging
I've seen drugs done turned this motherfucking hood out
All us niggas acting up
Wild ass motherfucking adolescents
These niggas ain't even got no childhoods no more
How the fuck can you have a childhood and you have a funeral
every motherfucking weekend
And you motherfuckers talking about peace？
Nigga, it ain't no motherfucking peace
You ain't seen the news motherfucker？
You ain't heard？
Little babies getting smoked
Motherfuckers killing there whole family
'Lil kids getting thrown off buildings
Motherfuckers gettin abused
Peace？ Niggas you out your motherfucking mind？
Fuck peace
We can't never have peace, till you motherfuckers clean up this
mess you made
'Till u fucking clean up the dirt u dropped
'Till we get a piece
Fuck peace
Westside


7.Mama's Just A Little Girl

Young mothers
That's right
I feel ya (hey)
I know how it is
(MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL)
Don't nobody understand
I feel ya


She was ..
Born A heavy set girl with pig tails and curls
A heart full of gold
Still it won't change the world
Though she could never understand why
Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man die
Was only 15
Should have been a beauty queen
Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got
killed
Little girl don't cry
'Coz even though they died
You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky
Never asked for this misery
But look at what you gettin'
It's a blessing in disguise
When you find out your pregnant
No money, no home
And even though you all alone
You'se got to do this on your own
So baby go on
I wish you luck
And if you need me, call
Just come to me and let me feed you all
I can understand
The way it feels when you fighting the world
Facing all this drama
When mama's just A little girl


Mama
Don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Given that she's a ？？？
Time ain't on her side
Mama's just a little girl
(Mama's just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high


At 16 what a beautiful thing
The very essence of a jet black ebony queen
And who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age
She didn't listen, had sex
Watch her belly raise (hey)
Got violated by someone she dated
If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created
So we wait, though it takes time to build the body and the mind
She reclines 9 months
Then finally its time
What do we find？
A little grown boy a mind with a tortured soul
Addicted to a life of crime at no time of the growing stage
He learned his values on the streets at an early age
Watch for police
Don't come home (why)
'Coz mammas acting crazy
At the hospital
'Bout to have another baby
Like the rose from concrete
Grown within
Blessed with twins
How the hell can mamma raise 3 men
So we began a closest family
Such insanity
A happy home
For one act inhumanity
Plus mammas said the seed was corrupted
Used the rubber belly
Begging us to breathe if she love us
Now mamma sits quiet
Sipping peppermint schnapps
Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey)
How could mamma bring a thug like me into this world？
She ain't the cause of all the drama
Cause mommas just a little girl


Mama
Don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Liven if she is or not
Time ain't on her side
Cause ama's just a little girl
(Mama's just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high
(How could she raise us)


Now
Would she remain in the same spot？
The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot
Now look here
I see her clutching her son
In her arms she hurt
Her heart bleeding as she watched her seed die in the dirt
Fulfill prophecy
But who could stop the grief？
I walk around trying to hold the world up on top me
Probably be an innocent man
But still I'm the victim of a curse
What could be worse？
Nothing but pain
Since my birth, taught me functions at the pen
Cause everybody's in paying back society
I'm guilty of a life of sin
I watched the drama occur
My eyes blurred 'fore I jet it
I wonder why we all have to die for we get it
Though we shed tears
So many peers I done buried
Worried and scared
Knowing I'ma see the cemetery
Must be prepared in this cold world
No-one cares
No it ain't fair
But we all there
And do our share
In this land of underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a nigga having g's in hand
Mamma told me not to be a punk
Fuck what you talking about coward
What you niggas want？

(hey)
They ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mamma in this world
Cause you know I ain't mad at cha
You' just a little girl
See mammas just a little girl
(hey hey)


＊Repeat until fade＊

Mama
don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Given that she is or not
time ain't on here side
mama's just a little girl
(mama's just a little girl)
she gotta hold her head up high


They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do
And wonder why we hold such little worth for human life
Facing all this drama
But to ask us why we to turn from bad to worse
Is to ignore from which we came
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the
concrete had damaged petals
On the contrary
We would all celebrate its tenacity
We would all love its will to reach the sun
Well
We are the roses (echo)
This is the concrete (echo)
And these are my damaged petals (echo)
Don't ask me why (echo)
Thank god nigga (echo)
Ask me how (echo)
(hahaha)

You see, mama's just a little girl


8.Street Fame(Briss Remix)

Turn it up in my head phones please
(Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame)

More

Haha, coming to a ghetto near you,


I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me
It's time to sanitize my posse
Look how paranoid these niggas got me
Cellular calls are being traced
Since send surveillance silently
Momma chill
Thug livin pay the bills
And die violently
Closed caskets
Expose bastards I leave em bloody
Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin
money
Ain't nothin funny
Green
Got a nigga seein things
Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly
Lethal weapon I'ma savage
Still a method to my madness
BLAST niggaz laugh callin' cash cabbage
Read em and weep, put em to sleep they hell bound
Lyrics will leave em spell bound
Clown now tired of being held down
Cross my heart hope to die
Blinded in some pussy
Millionaire
Living care free
Sucka free
Playa haters miss me
Hope in hard times never catch me slippin
Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin
We ain't having it
Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back
Once I hit the mat
Niggaz will never get this shit back
Spit it so eloquently
My pistols represent me
Bust until my rounds empty
Back for the street fame


(One love to my true thugs)
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame
(bust)
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame

All out warfare, eye for a eye
Bustin on my enemies bad boy killing
(Street fame)
Straight dissing you

Fuck Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch


Temperatures rises
Niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats
Niggaz shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced
In his body and face
Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all traces
Criminal tactics the rap game
Became so drastic
Military mind mashed all the hoes get blasted
If we bleed then they suffocate
Chokin in terror
So we strive seein' our lives be reflected in mirrors
The prophecy is clear
Niggaz lock n load disappear
Strategize with no fear
Waging war for years
The crack game wasn't big enough
Ready to rush
You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched
I go to jail niggaz screamin
FREE ME
Speakin freely
Conversatin with my comrades
Kicking Swahili
Indeed nature feel my first seed
It gets worse
Plans are cursed to be a G
On the first to breathe
Currency in stacks
Artillery in the back
Strapped
Armies, we camouflaged in all black
When we attack
Holla out my set
Nigga tighten your jaw
Givin birth to outlawz
(Ha ha)
Street fame


(Bust nigga bust)
Comin to a ghetto near you
(hell yeah)
Street fame it's true
(Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, Hey Nas ...)
(Note： 'time to die' was removed)
Comin to a ghetto near you
With street fame


Positive identification
Got me rushed to the station
Stuck in this line up
Tryin hard to hide my face
They placed the name but can't recall description
I ain't did shit officer
That bitch trippin
Promise retaliation
They plan busted
No man to be trusted
Everything corrupted once man touched it
Kamikaze
Hoping that none of the spies find me
That's why we bye bye daily
Knowin cops trail me
But why cry
Floatin while we tokin on this potent branch
Flossing in the thug stance, pistol tucked inside my pants
Never underestimate me
Playa hate me
See me and hide
Sure as hollow points shatter, enemies die
Spread love dead thugs
Gettin buried in riches
Take a chance to advance fuck them worrin bitches
Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day
HEY...
Ain't nothin strange
I'm 25 dying to change
But still I bang wanting street fame

(That's the end of that)

Thugged out, Makaveli the Don
Representin the Outlawz
(Street fame)
One love to my true niggaz
(Comin to a ghetto near you)
(Street fame)
Makaveli the Don
Killuminati
(Comin to a ghetto near you)
(Street fame)
Yo check this out
I'ma tell you like this
(Street Fame)
If the lifestyle that you living
Got you taking more fucking shorts
Than getting props
Then that lifestyle need to stop
Best to recognize some Outlaw shit
Cause only in this Outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to
To see what this life's supposed to be like
Nigga you'll start to see riches, fine bitches and hitting
switches
Shit
To me that shit sound delicious
Street Fame


9.Whatcha Gonna Do

Artist：2Pac／Kasbro／Young Noble

(Yawn)
(hahaha)
And ugh

I started out dumb
Sprung off a hood rat
Listening to the radio
Wishing that I could rap
But nothing changed
I was stuck in the game
Cause everybody in the industry was fucking me man
Listen
I've got a scheme
Break away do my own thing
Drop some conversation
Sit back and let the phone ring
Niggas they wanna see me rise
'97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size
And if I catch another case
Lord knows how they hate me
Got a playa in the court room
Please don't let them frame me
I've been dealt a lot of bad cards
Living as a thug
Count my blessings
Don't stress in this land with no love
Maybe if they see me rolling
Look at all this green I'm holding
I guess that's why the envious
Get their eye swollen
Hoping the heavenly farther love a hustler
Be the hardest nigga on earth to ever bust a nut
My homies tell me have a heart
Fuck they feelings
I've been trying to make a million since we started
We cold hearted
Niggas in masks that'll blast at the task force
Empty out my clip
Time to mash
They asked for it
Me Makaveli I'm a motherfucker
We break bread
Now we thug brothers (huhuh)
Niggas talk a lot of nonsense
I choose to ignore
A war
They ain't ready for it (huhuh)


Now what cha gonna do？ when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do？ when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do？ when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do？ when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)


My nine is thuglord
My mind on my grind
Outlawz is my heart
They shine when I shine

My ryhme is my grind
My team be on role
Proceed with the onslaught
Indeed they on top
They all marks
And its an outlaw holocaust

When I got the sawed-off

Niggas gettin' halved off

Yer, nigga beware
Stand clear

This nigga's scared

Man I don't really care
I've been lost loved (loved)
My heart need a hug (hug)
My bite leave blood (blood)
Fight with a grudge

The life of a thug nigga, might need gloves
But you will never know
With a price on your mug
And fight strips snug right around your hands
Niggas sure you can never grab the mic again
Dog you fucking with a grown man

And I can't afford to loose
Where we from niggas told to do
So what cha ya wann' do？


Now what cha gonna do？ when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do？ when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do？ when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do？ when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)


Watch me clown
Give me loving when I'm high
I'ma outlaw baby I'll be thugging 'till I die
In drop-top double r
Life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend
'Till they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watch them niggas out the sight of mah night scope
Cooking white dope
Got mah nigga 25 to life stretched out
Trying to have all the better things in life
Well Makaveli
A born leader 10 millimeter
Changing niggas future like a schizophrenic palm reader
Heeds from out the bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the earth
And the strong will lead
Hittin' weed like it alright
I'm in the studio
Making music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise
They hated 'till death
Try to beat me out my last breath
What cha gonna do？


Now what cha gonna do？ when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do？ when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do？ when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do？ when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)


10.Fair Xchange(Jazze Pha Remix)

Artist：2Pac／Jazze Pha

Ladies and gentlemen
This is a jazzy fizzly productizzly
Mah nizzle (ha)
Outlawz, outlawz
2Pac, Makaveli, still breathing
Yeah...


Picture perfection
The object of a nigga affection
Partners of passionate sex
A place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in submission
Freaky positions
Pushing, pulling and twisting, I'm on a mission got me on a mad
Drive the dick
You were screaming when I did
Steady yelling out spots for me to hit
And aww shit
Soon as I seen her so explain how ？？
Want a freak like me
Fuck Adina up and down
It's the object
Side to side
Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride
Can I come inside
Say u don't feel it
That's a lie
You just scared to give this penitentiary dick a try
Caught your eye, when I walked by
I said hi
But you were so shy
I can't lie
Damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me to lick it and even worse
Got your heart set on me going first
And that ain't no fair exchange


You do me
And if its worth it baby
I'll return the favour
And give it back to you
A fair exchange on everything
Let me tell you that's the way its gotta be
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me
A fair exchange you know the game
(Open your legs now)
You can do the damn thang, bang, bang


Got me marching like its a million, you tremble from the feeling
Look up
Coz I got mirrors on the ceiling
And if your willing
Then we can ride 'till the sunshine
And just for for fun I bet you I can make you cum 61 times
Close your eyes
Let me heat it up
Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut 'till I beat it up
Drop the top
Time to fuck while the wind blow
Baby throw your legs out the window
Remember on the balcony？
Bend over baby bounce on me
And let me hit it where it counts and flee
Remember me？
I get around and I'm haunted by my temptation
Sexual participation
My motivation
Even though I like the way you work it
You don't deserve it
Cause you walk around acting like your perfect
Took a while, but I finally got it
And like a boss playa
Bitch you ain't doing me no favours
Fair exchange


You do me
And if its worth it baby
I'll return the favour
And give it back to you
A fair exchange on everything
Let me tell you that's the way its gotta be
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me
A fair exchange in the game
You can do the damn thang, bang, bang


Yeah your attitude ain't realistic
Yeah it's true I'm getting pussy, but baby your gettin dick
And since your being laced with penetration
It's only right to show a form of appreciation
Instead of faking
Like you cant hear the bed shaking
In bed naked your so twisted think your legs breaking
You said take it
So I'm blinded by passion
How long will I last？
Doggystyle, steady pumping on that ass
Until I blast
Then I laugh as we lay back
See I wait 'till you asleep
And that's the payback
Cause you acting like you did something
Giving me a piece
I had you muffling your screams in the sheets
Fucking with me
A true digger that love triggers
A thug nigga
Hustle bitches like drug dealers
Before I say goodbye
Put and end to all the games
Here's my number for another fair exchange


You do me
And if its worth it baby
I'll return the favour
And give it back to your
A fair exchange on everything
Let me tell you that's the way its gotta be
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me
A fair exchange in you know the game
You can do the damn

You do me
And if its worth it baby
I'll return the favour
And give it back to your
A fair exchange on everything
Let me tell you that's the way its gotta be
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me
A fair exchange in you know the game
You can do the damn thang, bang bang


11.Late Night


Hey Pac, it's yo boy
Hey man so far I've been listening to your album
and I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beady
to
You know？

Yeah like that
Some of that mellow shit
Some of that shit that make bitches drink
Make niggaz think
And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah
So why don't you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how
Hahahah, feel me？


I'm barely standin
And plus my secondhand say it's midnight
Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin through the street lights
Cause we like, young nigga
Get your mobb on show em what a G like
Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno
Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino
Cause you and me know
Hundred percent like a c-note
Looking for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino
And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo
Tounge-kissin on the window of a pearl white limo
Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga
Touch me here, I'll get bigger
While I'm diggin I'll get deep into your liver
I'm game tight
Love fucking bitches in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right
The club be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger
Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die
You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the late night


＊ DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X＊

Last night.. last night changed it all
'Pac]In the late night
Last night..
(I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself)


Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain till my socks is damp
Ain't nothin' like being a thug when I can just
Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I'm blessed
Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality
Overdosing on crime, three steps from reality
Get up to get down, represent the town
Last night was poppin like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip
rounds


From booty calls to bail sheets
It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night
Probably involves me comin up with just to see another day
Might be me who bites the bullet
In these streets where a man journey
With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage
Spittin my shells in a gauge
Deadly as aids
Niggaz gettin crossed like a maze
Now picture me livin my life like a king
Maybe one day
Until then I'm living Monday through Sunday
Bringing the gunplay for all these beefs and battles
When we collide
I'm a ride on that hide like cattle
Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night


Money and multiple gunshots are shown
Large amps are blown
Niggaz in low-lows, pursuin mo' hoes, then go home
The life of a California star
And when you see me in the drop-top Jag
How many niggaz wanna be me？
Game is automatic
Mandatory I sell
To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
Cause when you gettin some riches
Watch for dumb bitches
They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin
It's a mean world
Nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day？
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo
Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the
static？
Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic
I disappear whenever heated
Ride whenever needed
For my niggaz up in Clinton gettin weeded
Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die
Supply long as you motherfuckers buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin
Slappin niggaz known for telling bitches fuck-it in the late
night


12.Ghetto Star

Artist：2Pac／Nutso

For all my niggas in the hood (yeah)
Livin the life of a ghetto star
You know...
How we do it
(hahaha) Makaveli


Just holla my name and witness game official
Niggas is so shamed they stand stiff like scared bitches
While I remain inside a paradox called my block
Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop？
I hit the weed and hope to god I can fly high
Witness my enemies die when I ride by
They shouldn't have tried me
Send they bodies to their parents up north
With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off
Fuck em all
What I scream as I dream in tounges
Fuck a trick get me rich and them bitches will come
Bust my gun make em all scatter
Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatter
Eat a dick
Biatch
Mercy never that
You said you comin back
Bring it on
Forever strapped
Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain
You can go so far
Just sell me ya soul
Living in the life of a ghetto star


I live the life of a thug nigga
Drug dealer living game tight
Mug niggas
Slug niggas
For the fame life
Laced with game
Practice on taking pain
Quick to slain
And let it rein thro your brain
Street smart
Efficient
Intelligent
And keep suckers hitten 'till snitches start smelling me
Moving niggas with telekinesis
Keeping channel 7 at work filming different features
Beating niggas to an early death with their head blown
And to those who didn't make it to the morgue
Was just dead and gone
And hope niggas got punished
Kidnapped jacked in the back with macks to they lap rats waiting
to get done
We tossed his ass out
Mob related
One more nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouth
Printed my name in tha streets as a motherfucking g
Now the next generations looking up to me


Walking through the cemetery talking to my homies that was
buried
See my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried
Forgive me
Please give me shelter for all my fears
Lifted my head from my hands had a palm of tears
I see bodies gettin splashed with acid
Two shots rang from the plastic glock
Wrapped in plastic
Bury the bastard
Time to notify
His family
Shit
Ain't nothing left to be identified
Evacuate the crime scene fast
Why？
Heard the feds had a warrant for my ass
Fly
I won't touch down til I see Tijuana
Set up shop
Sellin them crooked cops marijuana
Label me a sick cess (success)
I made this switch
Retired from the life that never gave me shit
With cash that I couldn't spend
Countless cars
An addict for a wife
My life as a Ghetto Star


Got the word that some nerds wanna plot on this
Hit the curb let it swerve had to stop they grip
No remorse
No repentance as I buck 1 down
Straight to the morgue as I plan on shuttin' shit down
Born soldiers
Fucked him up with a mac 4
Torn ligaments all up in that niggas shoulder
And a vest couldn't protect that flesh
Cause I got slugs to knock the air outta your chest
Death
Apparently they wasn't sucker free
Cause I had all them wanna be thugs niggas in protective custody
I guess they heard that I got them birds
Thought I was a nerd till I bucked one of them to the curb
Luxury living lavish
With dreams of dying rich
With a team and a clientele on my motherfucking dick
And getting down on these snitch bitches
Protecting riches
By giving stitches
Life as a ghetto star


When I grow up I wanna be like them ＊Repeated until faded out＊
(Live my life as a ghetto star)

This goes out to all you motherfuckers out there that still
Gotta kill to make that money
All you niggas on the blocks
Selling rocks
Hand to hand
Running from the police
I see you
Live your life as a ghetto star
Talking to hood rat bitches
Claiming you gettin riches
Running from tha playa haters
Living life as a ghetto star
Niggas with two strikes that don't wanna see the third
I feel ya
This is the Don Makaveli
Living my life as a ghetto star
Fuck them ...


13.Thugz Mansion(Nas Acoustic)

Artist：2Pac／Nas／J Phoenix


Shit, tired of getting shot at
Tired of getting 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
You na'mean？
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


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 nine
All I could see was my mama's eyes
No one knows my struggle
They only see the trouble
Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery and poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I've survived
Praying hard for better days
Promised to hold on
Me and my dogs don't have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot to kick it
Where we could drink liquor
And no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we could smoke in peace
And even though we Gs
We still visualize places
That we could roll a piece
And in my minds eye
I see this place the players go and pass it
Got a spot for us all
So we can ball
At Thugs Mansion


Every corner, every city
There a place where life a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour cause it all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion


A place where death doesn't reside
Just thugs who collide
Not to start beef
But spark trees
No cops rolling by
No policemen
No homicide
No chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's mama to cry
See I'm a good guy
I'm trying to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die
I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy
Asked the holy spirit to save me
Only difference from me Jose Davis is gray hair maybe
'Cause I feel that my eyes saw too much suffering
I'm just twenty some odd years and I already lost my mother and
I cried
tears of joy
I know she smiles at her boy
I dream of you more
My love goes to Afeni Shakur
'Cause like Ann Jones
She raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone
She shouldn't feel no pain no more
'Cause one day we'll all be together
Sipping heavenly champagne where angels soar with golden rings
At thugs mansion


Every corner, every city
There a place where life a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour cause it all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion


Dear mama don't cry
Your baby boy's home again
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night
It had me shook
Drinking peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson
And Sam Cook
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin there kickin it with Malcolm till the day game
Lil' Latasha sure grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
So come home
Maybe in time you understand
Only God can save us
Where Miles Davis cutting 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 asking
Remember this face, save me a place
In Thugz Mansion


14.My Block(Nitty Remix)

Artist：2Pac／Tyrese

Police Dispatcher ..

He's headed out a window
The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch
We have people with bags running across, running to the East
River, the East River
And we have four people parking behind the eastern runway
(Ugh, take a ride, to my block (my block))
OK it looks good, your clear now
(That's right)
Go
(We're on my motherfucking block)


They got a nigga, shedding tears
Reminiscing on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death
My heartless breath
The underlying cause of my arrest
My life is stressed
And no rest, forever weary
My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the
cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary
I'm gettin' worried
Teardrops and closed caskets
The three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire？
Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare
And who cares if we survive？
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a
four-five
My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause all these little babies goin' crazy or they sufferin in
the game
And I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love
Niggaz give me props
Forever hop, cause it don't stop
On my block


Maybe life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen
(On my Block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still plaaayyy
(My Block)
(Heh heh heh)
But on our block we still plaaayyy


Now shit's constantly hot, on my block
It never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black males living in hell, when will we prevail？
Fearing jail but crack sales got me livin' well
In a sense I'm suicidal with this thug's life
Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job
So I resort to violent robbings, my life is hard
Can't sleep, cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work, and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day, I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heart broke
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit, the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home
On my block


Maybe life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen
(On my Block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still plaaayyy
(My Block)
(Heh heh heh)
But on our block we still plaaayyy


And I can't help but wonder whhyy
So many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's in a driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide
Brothers cried for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all total
strangers
Time changes dust to stone, them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminating black life
But I can't blame the dealers
My mama's welfare check, just bought the next man chrome wheels
Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hanging out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with herrr
It's a man's world, staying strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losing focus
On my block


Maybe life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen
(On my Block)
(What's up to all the homies？)
Every block is kinda mean
(When I first got some pussy was when I got it was at 112th and
7th avenue)
(On my motherfucking block)
But on our block we still praaayyy
But on our block we still praaayyy


And block parties in the, projects
Lasting a way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight, with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend
In my mind, I see the same motherfuckers ballin
Alcohol will make the lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes
Trying to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name, swear they all
know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain
Feelin pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game
From my block

That's right

(Maybe life is but a dream)
(Hard times is all we've seen)
Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed away
From all the blocks where I'm from
(Every block is kinda mean)
(But on our block we still praaayyy)
112th st. and 7th ave. in New York uptown
(But on our block we still praaayyy)
You know what I'm saying
(But on our block we still praaayyy)
183rd and ？
My Block
That's right
(But on our block we still praaayyy)
127th and ... East Side
Kent Avenue, Baltimore
(But on our block we still praaayyy)
My Block
That's right
In the Jungle Marine City
(But on our block we still praaayyy)
That's my Block
That's right
Los Angeles
That's my block too
(But on our block we still praaayyy)
Oakland
Can't forget Oaktown
(But on our block we still praaayyy)
That's my block for sure

And all the other blocks around this motherfucker ...

Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kicking up dust
Represent the motherfucking block


15.Thugz Mansion

Artist：2Pac／Anthony Hamilton


Shit, tired of getting shot at
Tired of getting 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
You na'mean？
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


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 nine
All I could see was my mama's eyes
No one knows my struggle
They only see the trouble
Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery and poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I've survived
Praying hard for better days
Promised to hold on
Me and my dogs don't have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot to kick it
Where we could drink liquor
And no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we could smoke in peace
And even though we Gs
We still visualize places
That we could roll a piece
And in my minds eye
I see this place the players go and pass it
Got a spot for us all
So we can ball
At Thugs Mansion


(There ain't)
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chillin with homies and family
In a sky high iced out paradise
In the skyyyyy
(There ain't)
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
All out mansion in Paradise
In the skyyy


Will I survive all the fights in the darkness？
Trouble sparks
They tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattoo tears and couldn't sleep
Good for multiple years
Witness peers catch gunshots, nobody cares
Seen the politicians vanish
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 remain
Cause all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us go grow？
If ya 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 em
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the
deadly places slanging drugs
I'm seeing
Thugz Mansion


Dear mama don't cry
Your baby boy's home again
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night
It had me shook
Drinking peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson
And Sam Cook
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin there kickin it with Malcolm till the day game
Lil' Latasha sure grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
So come home
Maybe in time you understand
Only God can save us
Where Miles Davis cutting 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 asking
Remember this face, save me a place
In Thugz Mansion


16.Never Call U Bitch Again

Artist：2Pac／Tyrese

What's up boo？
Swear I'll never call you bitch again
You ain't fucking with me remember I ain't hate you
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
I just wanna say that uh, I fucking apologize
I didn't mean to call you a bitch
I'll never call you bitch again

Damn


Gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence
I try to picture myself, in his position but remain silent
I get to thinking bout the shit we been through
We close like kin, but you remain my friend too
This life of sin, that got the both of us in trouble
But you you always stay down for a nigga so that's why I love
you
Reminiscing needing tissues
Fighting over childish issues, swear I can't live with you
but without you everyday I miss you
Word on roll you hold my pistol
My gangsta bitch that you always in the mood for love
that's why I'm sleeping with you
Though not the man of your dreams, my planted schemes to be rich
like a king
and live my life trouble free
I see, yesterday I called you names, and played games on your
mind
I promise that I'll change in time
It's a complicated world so girl just be a friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again

And that's my word


We came too far
To throw it all away
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me, ugh)
We came way too far pretty thing yeaaah
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, hey)
Do it all away, do it all away baby ...


I wake up early in the morning, at the crack of dawn
Nigga still tired so I'm yawning, and now I'm gone
Tryin' to get my money on strong so an early riser
Out before them other guys, that's the way to profit every time
Can't get too close, my enemies, they see ghosts
They envy me, plus we be beefing with the east coast
Two casualties, got stopped in traffic
Had a warrant, so they gaffled me
But while I'm gone, watch my business and my back for me
My enemies think they got me crossed they ain't knowing
Ain't no love for player haters where you cowards going
You paid bail got me out of jail, home again
I promise not to leave you on your own again
Cristal corks are popped, romantic thoughts are dropped
It's so frantic but don't panic cause we forged to top
I found a partner and a ridah, a woman and friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
Believe Me


We came too far
(I know, I know)
To throw it all away
(All that is dead don't change each other)
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came too far pretty thing, yeahh
(I know what time it is)
(You just gotta give a nigga time to grow up you know what I'm
saying)
(That was way back then)
(I Swear I'll never call you bitch again, hey)
Do it all away, do it all away baby ...

Your my nigga, my best friend
I'm never gonna call you, bitch again
Yeah, yeah, yeah


Witness evil men do, all this shit I been through
Never meant to hurt you, can we make this work boo？
I know you been feeling pain, things are not the same
Waiting to exhale while I'm sitting in the country jail
Keep your head up, cause things are getting better
My cell mate shed tears off your last love letter
Told him you would find a friend so keep your eyes peeled
Sorry if I cuss, but it's the suffering that I feel
Who can I trust, and if I bust, will she snitch？
Even though your not the type to trip, sorry if I called you
bitch
You showed me the definition of feminine
The difference between a pack of bitches and black women
I see the board for a third time hope to see you soon
Pictures of us kissing in the living room in the nude
Thanks for being there much more than a friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
Believe Me


We came too far
To throw it all away
We came way too far pretty thing yeaaah
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again)
Together, together

We came too far
To throw it all away
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far pretty thing yeaaah
To throw it all away, throw it all away baby

Through all my ups, and downs
You always, stayed around, stayed around


17.Better Dayz

Artist：2Pac／Mr.Biggs

Looking for these better dayz

Better dayz
Heeyyy
Better dayz
Got me thinking bout better dayz
Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyy
Better dayz
Got me thinking bout better dayz


Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smoking weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids wanna try now
Then lie down and get ran through
Nobody watches them clocking, the evil men do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
Cause even our birthdays, are cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I'd love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the
beefs
And only we can change, it's up to us to clean up the streets
It ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pass by his family but what could I say？
Keep your head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better dayz


Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyyy
Better dayz
Thinking bout better dayz
Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyy
Better dayz
Got me thinking bout better dayz


Thinking back as an adolescent
Who would have guessed, that in my future years I'd be stressing
Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with
Trying to keep my head up and stay strong
All my homies slanging yayo all day long
But they wrong, so I'm solo (so low) and so broke
Saving up for some Jordan's, cause they dope
I got a girl and I love her but she broke too
And so am I, I can't take her to the play she wanna go to
So we argue and playfight, all day and night
Making passionate love till the day light
Plus we bout to get evicted, can't pay the rent
Guess it's time to see who really is your friend
You tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed
So many blessings while we stressing
Looking for them better dayz

Better dayz


Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyyy
Better dayz
(Oh, better dayz)
Thinking bout better dayz
(I'm looking for better)
Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyy
Better dayz
(Oh, better dayz)
Got me thinking bout better dayz


Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high school we was true, me and you
Only part of us separated we stay faded
Affiliated with gang bangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
Still dressing like grown men, when roll-ing
Out in the dark, smoking newports, gaming marks
Gotta place in my heart, homie stay smart
Locked you up in the pen and gave you 3 to 10
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hoping you well, I know it's hell
Doing time in the cell you need mail, when you in jail
And me I'm doing cool
I've settled down had a family, working in night school
Every once in awhile, I reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this
I miss the better dayz

Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyyy
Better dayz
Thinking bout better dayz
Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyy
Better dayz
Got me thinking bout better dayz

(Chorus to Fade)

I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh Clinton,
locked down
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with
E block, F block L I H
N I C in Rikers Island
Downstate
All the peoples I met along the way
Better Dayz is coming homeboy, keep your head up


18.U Can Call(Jazze Pha Remix)

Artist：2Pac／Jazze Pha


Dear baby you the picture of perfection
Straight from your million dollar smile
To my attraction to your complexion
No hesitation needed
You got me inhaling the aroma of your perfume
And feeling heated
I'm move closer to drop my lines of my introduction
Hold out my hand, grab your hand
Now we touching
My lyrics are poetry
So baby get a ticket to go with me
Thugged out so you know its me
It's a positive attraction
See pictures of us laying butt naked on the beach kicking back
relaxing
And only you can calm the savage beast
Look into my eyes
Are you surprised that it's me？
I wanna make you mine
I'm kissing on you making it different every time (that's right)
I'm so lonely in my bedroom
Looking at the walls
With your number in my hand
Wonder should I even call？


Any time you like
Baby you can call me
Need a thug up in your life
Never find nobody like me
Cause I know what you want
And girl you know I got you
You got what I need
And shorty it's all you
Baby call on me


I'm gettin' nothing but bad news
Ever since the day you left me
I'm sit and wondering is there a way you could forget me ？
Remember my phone calls？
My late visits
Us having breakfast in bed
Then we straight kick it
Me and you in satin sheets
Ten after two
Come take a walk on the wild side
Enjoy the view
Whenever we collide
It's bound to be a pleasurable time
Making love 'till the early light
Sweetheart don't fight tha feelin'
Come get a shot of this playa dealing
And concentrate on the ceiling
It's my intention to rush up
Beware of the fireworks cause every time we touch
It's bound to be
So re-lax clown wit' me
As if your down wit' me
Get around and see
The brother with tattoos and no fears
Running my fingers through your hair
Call me


Any time you like
Baby you can call me
Need a thug up in your life
Never find nobody like me
Cause I know what you want
And girl you know I got you
You got what I need
And shorty it's all you
Baby call on me


Pardon me but lets be specific
Baby
cause if your down wit' me
Nigga we can kick it
And lets take trips
And ride airplanes
a 100 thousand dollar car
On them gold thangs
So can you hang？
Cause we can be real tight
I gotta big suite at the Hyatt
If you feel right
My only wish is to be wit' ya
You got me steady striving to get ya
Fantasizing of friendly pictures
The pressures gettin' major
I wonder will you answer my call
If I page ya
Got me going wild with anticipation
Face to face with us locked up in strange places
What will it take
Cause the heartache made ma heart break
Is my prediction
When u falsify
And start fake
In my position
I'ma careful man
But a playa when I ball
Got my eyes on your baby
Can I call？


Any time you like
Baby you can call me
Need a thug up in your life
Never find nobody like me
Cause I know what you want
And girl you know I got you
You got what I need
And shorty it's all you
Baby call on me


19.Military Minds

Artist：2Pac／Coco Brothers／Buckshot


Stand in formation
My motherfucking real troopers
Lets do it like soldiers
All in together now
Ready？
Hell yeah
No retreat no surrender
Death before dishonor motherfucker
Do it to them
Come on
Never got thuggish
Uhh
Yes yes YES
Say whut
Westide eastside ride
Where you at？, where you at？
Where my real thugs？
Where you at？, where you at？
Where my real thugs？
Where you at？, where you at？
Where my real thugs？
Where you at？ (Huhuhu)
The cases of a drug dealer
Real thugs, where you at？
Yo a motherfucking army
Do it to them
Do it to them
They love the way we do it to them
We do it to them
Calvary


Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme (echo)
Introduce a drug called crack
To us ghetto teens (echo)
Got a law for raw niggas now
Playa what it be like？ (echo)
When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes (echo)
Can't seem to focus
Hopeless
With violent thoughts
I wrote this
Got these devils petrified
Hiding from my hocus pocus
And so I learned to earn my currency
And over time (echo)
Affiliated
Clearly click a military mind (echo)
May god forgive us
Though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealing
From the womb to the block (echo)
My live mind got me surviving 5 shots (echo)
My 45 got me fortified with live rounds
When shit stick
We plot hits
When our block spits
All hail
Out on bail
Wrath of 2pacalypse (echo)
Forever ghetto
Necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw thug niggas
Never left the boot camp


I'm a nigga for assignment
One of the suqads finest (echo)
Skilled in gorilla warfare
And blessed
Work with firearm (echo)
My rap shit
Contains sections of bomb sessions
Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons (echo)
Putting up on ？？？ in the military state of mind (echo)
Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined
Cocoa Brovas pan the borderline (echo)
That's the sound and your dead son

Man to man
I'm facing the devil with a plan (echo)
Judo stance
First glance
I'm making my advance (echo)
Animal instincts
Intelligence of an assassin (echo)
Mask my ninja style
Surround me ready to attack (echo)
I react swiftly
What father taught me sticks with me (echo)
Never forget the methods stick and move strictly (echo)
Shit be seeming like its closing in
With no regrets I hold position
Cause I circles
I'm one of the chosen men (echo)

Picture being put in position to move (echo)
And you can't move
Cause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 O'clock
That's when the madness beings (echo)
So I start to focusing
My thoughts on the war
Cause the rule is the law (echo)
And the law that we live by is to stay true to self
In this case beady eye (echo)
Why try
Everybody lie
About the block
True soldier mentality
This is how we rock and move (echo)

Stick and move
Time to show what kinda nigga
Move or get moved on
Lets see whos strong (echo)

In the days of the strange
Where nothing stays the same
With new faces come through with similar game (echo)
And who you thought them
Really ain't they (echo)
Catching deja vu
Of the game people play (echo)
It's a call for re-adjustment
Fine tune your positions
You slipping and tripping
Instead of bobbing and dipping (echo)
Will never let this world of stress get me (echo)
Taking breathing techniques
Slay you with tai chi (echo)

What did you change
To get a break
In the world of snakes
And those who fake
Elimination I'm facing
Destruction
Outlaw till I duck down (echo)
From po po's bustin'
No one to trust in
Rushing to the goal line
Catch a nigga
Beat him
Treat him like he stole mine (echo)
No swine
I'm a soldier
Told cha I control mine (echo)
Time to take you back into time
Follow this here

One way out
This black hole
For this black soul
Shit is outta control
I'm fighting for my position
To be a fetus in this world I am entering (echo)
And my face is sentencing for repentance (echo)
Before my body was fully formed into a human (echo)
I was already consuming weed
Cause my mom's use to smoke back in the 70's (echo)
Maybe that's why in the 90's
I drop g's when I drop degrees (echo)
When I ease across the block
With Pac (echo)
And got all you niggas shot
You didn't think
Boot Camp click would link
With the outlaw minded
If you do you press rewind
And you can peep gorilla tactics in every line


Yeah
And this is how we do it
Where my real thugs？
Where they at？
Let me see my real thugs
Where you at
Wont you see my real thugs
Where you at
Let me see my real thugs
Where u at
Now
Where my real thugs
Let me see where you at
Tell me where my real thugs
Gots to see where you at
Where's my soldiers
Where you at
Where's my real soldiers
Where you at
Where my soldiers at
Where you at
Where you at
Get your strap my nigga
Where you at？
Where you at？
Where my soldiers at
Where you at？
Where you at？
Hit your thug niggas
Where you at？
With your strap
Where my soldiers at
With my true thug niggas
No longer drug dealers
Cause we now thug niggas
Where my soldiers at？
No longer drug dealers
Cause we now thug niggas
Let me
Where my
Where my soldiers at
Put your pistols in the air
Where my soldiers at
Put your guns up
Tell me where my soldiers at
Put your pistols in the air
Where my, soldiers
My true thug rollers
Yes
It just doesn't quit
Yes
This is that real hip hop shit
Yes
Fuck what you heard
From the ghetto to the 'burbs
Know we meant every word
Where my soldiers
Where my soldiers at
Where my soldiers
Where my soldiers at
Put your hand on your pistol
Point your pistols in the air
Where my soldiers at
Where my soldiers at
Where my soldiers
Where my soldiers at
Where my soldiers
Where my soldiers at
When Bob Dole and Deloris Tucker wanna know, where my soldiers
at
Code Fo'


20.Fame

Artist：2Pac／Kadafi／Kasbro／Napoleon／Young Noble

And my niggas say
We want the FAME
C'mon c'mon


One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame


Though we exist and breathe
Some believe currency comes to g's
Stresses half the ghetto
With success comes greed (echo)
They got me hot
When they shot me
Plotted
My revenge
To increase my ends
Enemies gettin dropped
Win or lose
Red or blue
We must all stay true
Play the game nigga
Never let the game play you
And for the fame (echo)
Niggas change fast (echo)
That's a shame (echo)
What's the game
Lost souls
Who controls our brain？
Who can I blame？ (echo)
The world seems strange at times
Somewhat insane (echo)
I'm hoping we can change with time
I'm living blinded (echo)
Searching for a ？？？ curse
I know death follows me
But I murder him first
And worse yet
With each breathe
Steps I take
Breathless
Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish？
Cigar ashes
Coaster
Crystal glasses
We mash on them jealous bastards
With a ski mask
I'm the first one to warn them
Blast it
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like a stepchild
Was not for me
Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all)
Be rocking beats
Fake in fame


Block run and shoot slugs
We throw them back like hardballs
Without the gloves
No love for these fake desperados
And thugs I bleed to envy
Smoke and blow out they blunts
Sipping Henney
Drunk nights
And hot days
Cocking my heat
Shooting it sideways
A wife on the run
Full of common blunts
Unconditionally married
To my gun
Fulfillin' my destiny
On knees
And ones desires
Be pulling all my cabbage
Like priors
Stuck in the trance
Searching for something higher
Fortune and fame


One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame (FAME)

The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame


Searching for fortune and fame
Lost in the rain
A lose of the game
With life the cost of the game
We forcing the change
Mother fuck flossing the chain (echo)
All the blame
Belongs to the part of the brain (echo)
That we never use nigga
Plus my heart is in pain (echo)
And if I ever lose homey
Bet I'm at it again (echo)
Outlaws don't die
So united we stand (echo)
And if family 'come a foe
All the fortune and fame (echo)


As I walk up in the crib
Laid to rest me head
Say some rhymes to angels
Hope they bless my bed
Hope they bless me the righteous way
Got a homie locked down
Outta town
I sent him a kite today
Man that hate in your heart
Your gotta cleanse it dog
Praying for my downfall
And I can sense it dog
I was passed down the street fame
Like glocks clocked
And keep aim
Was raised up with a clock box
And I ran with the local street gang
They say the light is faded
But still shine in the dark
You can easy been a man
But you is a boy in your heart
And that's some game that I got
From generation of game
In the road of life dog
We need to switch up lanes
Think about it


One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame (FAME)

The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame


I can't complain
I've seen my fair share of the fame
It wont change me
Now I've got this piece of change
I feel strange
I got so use to the hood
That when I finally got out
At first it ain't feel good
I was just a baby
Still retarded from slavery
When we struggle to shovel shit
Ain't nobody saved me
Ghetto ain't made me
I made myself
Poverty raised me
Thinking ain't no help
I pray for my health
My mind
And my family too
State of myself
My grind
And my family crew
Where one hand watches the other
No we ain't blood
But we still real brothers
The struggle is real
Nothing can steal
What we build
And that remains the same
'Till that day we killed
And that's real
Life that I was aimed to be
Love by my family tree
That's fame to me
How about it


One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame


21.Fair Xchange(Mya Remix)

Artist：2Pac／Mya


Picture perfection
The object of a nigga affection
Partners of passionate sex
A place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in submission
Freaky positions
Pushing, pulling and twisting, I'm on a mission got me on a mad
Drive the dick
You were screaming when I did
Steady yelling out spots for me to hit
And aww shit
Soon as I seen her so explain how ？？
Want a freak like me
Fuck Adina up and down
It's the object
Side to side
Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride
Can I come inside
Say u don't feel it
That's a lie
You just scared to give this penitentiary dick a try
Caught your eye, when I walked by
I said hi
But you were so shy
I can't lie
Damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me to lick it and even worse
Got your heart set on me going first
And that ain't no fair exchange


Only one thing that you can do for me
Baby you can treat me right
We can do it all night
Nothing more than a fair exchange
Don't stop
And make me scream your name
You can do what ever you want
Got what I want, and gone
Nothing more than a fair exchange


Got me marching like its a million, you tremble from the feeling
Look up
Coz I got mirrors on the ceiling
And if your willing
Then we can ride 'till the sunshine
And just for for fun I bet you I can make you cum 61 times
Close your eyes
Let me heat it up
Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut 'till I beat it up
Drop the top
Time to fuck while the wind blow
Baby throw your legs out the window
Remember on the balcony？
Bend over baby bounce on me
And let me hit it where it counts and flee
Remember me？
I get around and I'm haunted by my temptation
Sexual participation
My motivation
Even though I like the way you work it
You don't deserve it
Cause you walk around acting like your perfect
Took a while, but I finally got it
And like a boss playa
Bitch you ain't doing me no favours
Fair exchange


Only one thing that you can do for me
Baby you can treat me right
We can do it all night
Nothing more than a fair exchange
Don't stop
And make me scream your name
You can do what ever you want
Got what I want, and gone
Nothing more than a fair exchange


Now your attitude ain't realistic
Yeah it's true I'm getting pussy, but baby your gettin dick
And since your being laced with penetration
It's only right to show a form of appreciation
Instead of faking
Like you can't hear the bed shaking
In bed naked your so twisted think your legs breaking
You said take it
So I'm blinded by passion
How long will I last？
Doggystyle, steady pumping on that ass
Until I blast
And then I laugh as we lay back
See I wait 'till you asleep
And that's the payback
Cause you acting like you did something
Giving me a piece
I had you muffling your screams in the sheets
Fucking with me
A true digger that love triggers
A thug nigga
Hustle the bitches like drug dealers
Before I say goodbye
Put and end to all the games
Here's my number for another fair exchange


Only one thing that you can do for me
Baby you can treat me right
We can do it all night
Nothing more than a fair exchange
Don't stop
And make me scream your name
You can do what ever you want
Got what I want, and gone
Nothing more than a fair exchange

No one gives me loving quite like u do
(No one gives me loving like u do)
No one gives me loving quite like u do
And I know you gone a love all of the things I'ma do to you


22.Catchin Feelins

Artist：2Pac／Mussamill／E.D.I.／Napoleon／Young Noble

Hahaha
Oh yeah
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never)
Hahaha
Yeah
Huh
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down
Ugh
Yeah
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey)
(Westside, westside)
Part two of the war
Bring it, lets do it
Huhuhuh


Cross this nigga here
Now Biggie tell me who do you fear？
Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here
My last four flashed then I mashed his ass
Bastard
Fuck with me bet I blast your ass
So many follow but can't reach me
Caught in a maze
Catch em
Mimicking my style trying to walk this way
Impossible my posse dropping you
We Death Row riders
No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us
Feeling blessed
The richer I get the more I stress
Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death
Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus
Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees
Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me
Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed
Me
A mercenary for the streets
Check my pedigree
Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me
Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit
Then get to squealing
Bitch made catching feeling
Hahaha


Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings


Yeah, Napolean..
Picture me sipping on 1-5-1
Drunk then a motherfucker
Dropping my gun
Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
But that ain't me
Dog my minds now clear
And that ain't fair dog
Your heart pump fear
In the state I ＊censored＊
You better hide nigga ＊censored＊ is near
And you know just as well I do
You ain't no killer
So kill that
You wouldn't kill if you had to
We might wobble but we don't fall down
We take the gospel from Makaveli
Pass it around
Ahhhh, shit
We gonna taste the power
We started the thug trend
The game is ours
Now we coast together
Put our thoughts together
Won't question will we die together
Cause the hour is soon to come
Kadafi trained soldier
I show you how to use your gun
Bring it


Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings


We Yelling
M - A - D - E
N - I - Double G
A
Motherfuckers
And we here to stay
From curb surfing
We working the industry
You kidding me
It's really nothing to me and my king
You see
We in the big things
Eat a dick man
If your hating
We gone ride
'Till the wheels fall off
Pay attention
Screaming
Bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound (ugh)
Ride or die niggas
And we hunting you down
Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap
Banging out with the po po
Trying to get to some mo'
Street life
Young strugglers
Racing the clock
Ain't no telling when it all can end
Roll or rock
That's the world
With feelings
This a mans world youngin'
The bitches in business
So learn a 'lil something
Hey
Stop running your mouth
You're on the verge of squealing
Bitch made catching feelings
Nigga
Ugh


Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings


Everybody's a gangsta
But don't put in work
Instead of putting on the armor
Niggas put on a skirt
These drugs ain't helping
It only making it worse
And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs
I can't trust the church or the mobs
I can only trust God
And to tell you the truth I gotta ride
I only roll with the real
Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed


Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings


23.There U Go

Written：Artist：2Pac／Kadafi／E.D.I／Kasbro／Napoleon／Big Syke／Jazze
P

There you go
Had you like a whoe

I don't know why I be fucking wit' chu


Was it the liquor
That makes me act blind
Times that I'm with her
Anonymous pictures of other niggas
Trying to kiss her
Will I love her
Or shall I diss her
I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal with
Trying to pain a perfect picture
My memories of jealousy
No longer carefree
So much bullshit
Your girlfriends keep telling me
I'm on tour
But now my bed rooms an open door
So it got me thinking
What am I trying for
When I was young
I was so very dumb
Eager to please
A lill trick on a mission
Trying to get him a piece
Me and my niggas
Is thug niggas
Former known drug dealers
We don't love bitches
And believe they don't love niggas
I got a play my attraction
But you became a distraction
A threat to my paper stacking
I thought u changed
But now I know
Can't turn a hoe into a housewife
Baby
And there you go


There you there you go
Acting like a hoe
There you there you go
Acting like a hoe
There you there you go
Acting like a hoe
Acting like a hoe
Acting like a hoe
Hoe
See the word on the streets you're
Hoe
Just a groupie on a world tour
Hoe
Now I found out for myself you're
Hoe
Girl you need to check yourself


These silly bitches got this game twisted
So I don't play them
Just bang them
Poppa raised a player
So player
I play em
I got hoes
That got more hoes than me？
So how I look
Gettin' hooked
Like I ain't got g
Truely cutey booty babe
But that ain't enough
And that head make me beg
Still that just ain't enough
When I don't trust her
Bitch been lying to much
And she be dying to fuck me
You be buying her stuff
The hoe


See a friend I know
Your whole M.O.'s preoccupied mostly
Gettin clown after clown
Town
Coast to coast
See I've been trying to stay away from sluts like you
Got me turned off completely
By that shiesty shit that you do
Knew from jump your aim
Straight through those spandex
Don't front
Just name
Spots on your body for me to touch
While you clutch this game
I keep flowing like h2o
It ain't nothing for me to say
Why you keep acting like a hoe
But there you go


There you there you go
Acting like a hoe
There you there you go
Acting like a hoe
There you there you go
Acting like a hoe
Acting like a hoe
Acting like a hoe
Hoe
See the word on the streets you're
Hoe
Just a groupie on a world tour
Hoe
Now I found out for myself you're
Hoe
Girl you need to check yourself


When I first met here
I told her I was busy all the time
Now she calling me
Flipping like she miss me all the time
How she, don't even trip
She's got a man at home
You need to stop chasing dick bitch
And raise your son
I'm like
Damn
We can creep sometime
And you know we on the road
For like weeks at a time
Girl your thirsty
And stop calling while I'mm working
You're hurting me
All this bullshit is urking me girl
And there you go


I blame it on your momma
She need to holla at you
Or should i blame it on ya daddy
For all the things that you do
Cause there you go
Just like hoe caught in the streets
Like giving your number out to every nigga u meet
I'm tired of the games you're playing
So stop playing
You hear what I'm saying？
You're only good for parlaying
I'm laying down the rules
It's a game you lose
So the streets can have you baby
Cause I stay on the move


There you there you go
Acting like a hoe
There you there you go
Acting like a hoe
There you there you go
Acting like a hoe
Acting like a hoe
Acting like a hoe
Hoe
See the word on the streets you're
Hoe
Just a groupie on a world tour
Hoe
Now I found out for myself you're
Hoe
Girl you need to check yourself


There you go baby girl
That's the story
There you motherfucking go
I could have sworn you told me
You were gonna change
You don't wanna go to the clubs no more
And you weren't fin to dress crazy no more
And you were gonna stay home and try to chill
What happened baby？
Ohhhh, so your friend wanted to go out
That wasn't you that wanted to
You was just going out cause it was your friend wanted to
Ok
So you were pissy drunk up in that lil' club
Cause your friend wanted to get you drunk
Huh
It's all good
There you go baby
Oh I ain't tripping of them niggas calling the house
It's all good
Cause there you go
Me
I'm still gonna be a player all day baby
So um
There you go


24.This Life I Lead

Artist：2Pac／The Outlawz

This Motherfucking life I lead
shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks
And crooked cops
We still ride though
What side？
Westside


I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Movin' my tapes in major ways
Cause every dollar counts
Bustas is jealous
And half these nigas is punks
They runnin' off at the mouth
'Till I fill up with my pump
They jump
My automatic keep 'em weary
While you fronting like you Billy bad ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High
I was itchin' to kill
And you was ready to die
While you bullshitting
Niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places
Leaving no trace
They see my face and then they buried
Them bitches die in a hurry
Still I ride
I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli
Tell me to ride and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And muthafuckas die
It's not the way I wanna live
My nigga
It's how it is
Homie got into a fight
Last night they killed his kids


In this life I lead
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Collect g's
Make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga
Holla my set
And watch them ride
Outlaw mother fuckers
'Till we die
In this life I lead


I ain't a killer but don't push me dog
For that family I'll send that ass straight to God (what you
doing nigga？)
And in this life I lead
I've seen the most
Of my 23 years
My vision is blurry
The money is clear
Some of my peers
Eternally will sleep in a coffin (yeah nigga)
And noble on the road
I'm extremely cautious (westside nigga you know how we do it)
It happened that fast
Split second your gone
At the top of my tombstone
Put noble is raw
Outlaw
'Till I'm under the floor
For Kadafi the prince
I stack dough like a clock on the bricks
With a watch on my wrist dog
I know the time these days
We outlaws
We gonna die this way (nigga)
We already in the history books
Pac made sure of that
Whateva you took
We taking it back
You know it's all for the foundation
Outlaws
We still building the thug nation
Holla at your homie


In this life I lead
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Collect g's
Make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga
Holla my set
And watch them ride
Outlaw mother fuckers
'Till we die
In this life I lead


It ain't but nothing air between us
Oxygen is gettin hot
Got a problem
Mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks
Now ＊censored＊ on the phone
And the nigga talking crazy
I don't know who to blame
Him or ＊censored＊ for killing babies
I'm a New Jers' Devil
The street created rebel
Only got one shot to produce
On every level
This is Maximus
Go to the max I must
Nigga I came from not much
So money I clutch
Uhuh
Napolean the strength of strong arm
With a dick they whistle and ride
I put a move up on
I'm a
Hardcore
Product of the ghetto
Been blessed fo' sho
To eat from out the ghetto
I maneuver in the right lane
Quick to push back lanes
Switch it to the left lane
I play with my hands
And I'm plotting on the fortune
It's gettin hot and scorching
I'm thinking like a scorpion
That torturing an enemy


In this life I lead
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Collect g's
Make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga
Holla my set
And watch them ride
Outlaw mother fuckers
'Till we die
In this life I lead


Now with this outlaw lifestyle
That I've been introduced to
Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (what's up Kurupt)
Steady seducing us
And I'm all for it
It's the life for me
And the law cant spoil it (right)
So you can call it what the fuck you want
But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn-off pump (nigga)
My mamma ain't raise no punk
And even dead Pac
So when I jump off
I breathe for Yak
Been puttin in work
So I walk with a bop
And it safe at home
So I sleep with a glock (no mistakes)
Thug living
Ugh
What the fuck would be better
I do my dirt with the family
So we dying together


We on a mission for mo'
Gangsta shit on you hoes
We ain't fucking with you lawyers
Crossing niggas up out there dough
Trying to live godzilla
Edi went from a bad boy
To a anybody killer
Look out
Wanted man
Guns in hand
Stand firm
Nuts are my pride
Now lets burn
Bound and profound
Going down swinging
Holding my ground
We the last ones breathing
No stopping till we eating
Deep in the trenches
So many killings
It's senseless
So in this life I lead
I stay protected
My god my squad
And this thing in my palm
Now all my hustling motherfuckers
Get your money
Sing along


In this life I lead
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Collect g's
Make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga
Holla my set
And watch them ride
Outlaw mother fuckers
'Till we die
In this life I lead

This motherfucking life I lead nigga
You know what time it is
Westside
Deathrow
Dogg pound
Everybody killer
Bad boy killer
？？？ killer
Anybody killer
Fuck all y'all niggas
If it ain't westside nigga it ain't Pac
That's on my momma


25.Who Do You Believe In

Artist：2Pac／Kadafi


Heavenly Father
Hear a nigga down here
Before I go to sleep
Who do you believe in？
Who do you believe in？


I see mothers in black crying
Brothers in packs dying
Plus everybody's high
Too doped up to ask why
Watching our on downfall, witness the end
It's like we don't believe in God cause we living in sin
I asked my homie on the block why he strapped
He laughed
Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast
It's just another murder
Nobody mourns no more
My teardrops getting bigger
But can't figure what I'm crying for
Is it the miniature caskets？
Little babies
Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy
Maybe its just the drugs
Visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
Perhaps the underlying facts they hide
Explain genocide
It's when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear？
Reflections in the mirror
We can't escape fate
The end is getting nearer


Who do you believe in？
I put my faith in God
Blessed and still breathing
And even though it's hard
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leaving
I'm asking the grieving
Who do you believe in？


Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror
I hate the man in the mirror
Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer
Times of Armageddon
Murder in mass amounts
In this society where only getting the cash counts
I started out as a beginner
Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
I make my money and vacate, evade prison
Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven
And all the Hennessey and weed can't hide
The pain I feel inside
You know
It's like I'm living just to die
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy
Not knowing if I'm worthy
Living life thinking no man can hurt me
So I'm asking
Before I lay me down to sleep
Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me
My misery
I rose up from the slums
Made it out the flames
In my search for fame
Will I change？
And I'm asking


Faith in Allah, believe in me, and it's plastic
Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets
With they chest plates stretched like elastic
And what's worse I'm on front line
Holding down camp still mashing
Heard my cousin
One of the old heads from the block
Just came home October of 95
Back in Yardville stuck with a three to five
If he don't act up
Now he realize
If you don't stay wise
Then in this game you fucked
Talk to my baby girl
Give me the word on what she heard
One of the grimmies is snitching
Diamond a stool pigeon
I talked to him
He said he didn't
My man said he did, in fact he sure
Cause he just came home off a bid


Who do you believe in？
Is it Buddah, Jehova
Or Jah？ Or Allah？
Is it Jesus？ Is it God？
Or is just yourself？
Definitely, not to be imposed
Even a demon
Cause this is the joy of the movement
Men, to believe in yourselves
But for sure, the higher power
Resides only to ride through the heart of the true
From the soul, of the man
For truth never has an alibi
In the poetry or in this round
That's what pulls our words together
Just to understand
That every man is his own man
And only man can satisfy the man
Only the soul of the man
The feelings of the man
The for realness of the man
You can't shake the man when you feel the man
You know the man
And you gotta call yourself because you are that man

Tupac over Female Singing

Who do you believe in？ (I put my faith in God)
Put my faith in God, and
Blessed and still breathing
Even though it's hard (who do you believe in？)
That's who I believe in (even though it's hard)
Before I'm leaving
I'm asking the grieving (who do you believe in？)
Who do you believe in？
Who do you？ (blessed and still breathing)
Oh, blessed (before I'm leaving, I'm asking the grieving)
Oh, blessed (who do you believe in？)
Yeah yeah

till fade ...


26.They Don't Give A Fuck About Us

Artist：2Pac／The Outlawz

Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured
And just looked at the whole situation
Cause once u look at it
You know
(really do)

They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck about us

Thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us


Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love to trick
Equipped with game so we bang wit this thuggish shit
I see you trying to hide
Hoping that nobody don't notice
You must always remember you still a member of the hopeless
See ya black like me
So you snap like me
When these devils try to plot
Trap our young black seeds
Look it
Cops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'
Lookin' for role models
Our father figures is bases
Some say they expect Illuminati take my body to sleep
Niggas at the party with they shotties
Just as rowdy as me
Before I flee computer chips
I gotta deal wit brothas flippin
I don't see no devils bleedin'
Only black blood drippin
We can change
Whatcha now say？
I'm watchin niggaz work their lives out without pay (huh)
Whatever it takes to switch places wit the bustas on top
I'm bustin' shots make the world stop
They don't give a fuck about us


And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
(Nobody)
Cause they don't give a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us


It's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone
Time to reflect on what you did cause they saying you wrong
I'm sure you had your reasons dawg
I don't doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck
about you
Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh)
No including yourself
All you want is what they perceiving as greed
So as you loaded up that mack and continue to buck em
I was on paper
Thinking they don't give a fuck about us


I'm seeing it clearer
Hating the picture in the mirror
They claim we inferior
So why the fuck these devils fear ya？
I'm watching my nation die genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath
The aftermath is y'alls
I told ya last album, we need help cause we dying
Give us a chance, help us advance cause we trying
Ignore my whole plea, watching us in disgust
And then they beg when my guns bust
They don't give a fuck about us


And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us


Now all my homies got love for me
Down to catch a slug for me
Guaranteed to bleed deeply
Now that's love
Shit
Nobody else could give a fuck
If I'm tore down, from the floor down
Six-feet deep in the cut
What the fuck done went wrong
How long will I be mourned？
When I'm gone, same song
Ain't gave a fuck all along
And who am I to blame em？
Just do or die through the rainin'
Since they don't give a fuck
I don't
Feel what I'm saying？


Now thug niggaz die but multiply in doubles
Wrapped in plastic
Or closed casket for our troubles
Pressed in times
We busted like bubbles
With the police
This nation's peace sent here to run you
Now look at what this crooked world has come to
I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'
Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain
So I spent your time in poor and working
I see no reason
So I stay ballin' season to season
Why you stuck thinking that they give a fuck？


You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying
Cause half of my niggas, long gone, buried in the dirt just for
trying
Sometimes I think my block is dying
And that it's awful
To wake up to another day, shit ain't change that all fool
I wake up sweatin, dreamin, coughin
Seein' me upside down backwards head twisted
While I'm layin in the coffin
The shit comes around so often
So tell me something
Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'
Nigga I been so through pain go through the struggle
Doin the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin
On the edge of straight bustin'
Well since you don't give a fuck
I be frontin
And I'ma drink my Hennessey like it ain't nothin


Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about us
While I'm kickin rhymes, getting to their children's minds
Now they give a fuck about us

They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try
They don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by
Cause they don't give a fuck about us


27.Outro

Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga
I'm coming ...

Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga
I'm coming ...