1.Baby don't cry
I feel you (Baby, don't)
But you can't, you can't give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams
So picture perfect at 13, an ebony queen
Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
Sheddin' quiet tears in the back seat, so when she asked me
'What would you do if it was you'
Couldn't answer, such a horrible pain to live through
I tried to trade places in the tragedy
I couldn't picture three crazed n＊＊＊＊s grabbin' me
For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take
me
Four n＊＊＊＊s violated, they chased, and they raped me
Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief
Thinkin' wit' your brains blown that would make the pain go
No, you gotta find a way to survive
Cause they win when your soul dies
Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry
Forget him girl, he ain't gon' never change
I ain't no hater, but that n＊＊＊＊ lost in the game
After the bright lights and big thangs
He probably could love her, but he in love with the struggle
Everyday his mind on gettin mo'
And never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho'
Uh, oh, now you bout to have his baby, huh
Another wild a＊＊ n＊＊＊＊ that's gon' drive you crazy
You got too much, more livin' to do, I'm spittin' this to you
Cause you deserve more than what he givin' to you
Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated
A new millennium dime piece, so fine she
Got em all stuck standin' still when she come through
Baby, take a little more time, love will find you
And show us the sky's blue, somebody other than me
Gon' give you everything you need, feel me
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry
I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump
Now you losin', you was choosin' the wrong man
Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful
Lost and turned out, what you let that n＊＊＊＊ do to you
I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me
Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin' to get wit' me
We was kids, now she got 3 kids
They see their father every day and they don't know who he is
Seen him last night, homey rollin' E-class
Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad
I bring her Pampers and food, just to stop through
But those, ain't my seeds, nothin' really I could do
I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife
17 with 3 kids, locked down for life
Shoulda chose me, she bout to OD from the pressure
Hell, nah, I won't let her
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby, don't cry
Uh, uh, yeah, don't give up
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry
For all the ladies
Baby don't cry
Got to keep your head up
Makaveli the Don, a'ight
2.Bury Me A G
(tupac)
Bury me a g
Thug life
Thinkin' back
Reminiscing on my teens
A young g
Getten' paid over dope fiends
Fuckin' off cash that i make
Nigga, what's tha sense of workin hard
If you never get tp play
I'm hustlen'
Stayin' out till it's dawn
And commin' home
At 6 o'clock in tha mornin'
Hand's on my glock
Eye's on tha prize
Finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides
Shootin' craps
Bustin' niggas out tha door
Pick my money off tha floor
God bless tha tre-four
Stuck on full, drunk again
Sippin' on gin
With a couple of friends
Sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps
Stickin' to tha rules is what made it simp
And if i die
Let it be
But when they come for me
Bury me a g
Chorus x2 -- tupac
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
Even when i die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a g
More trouble than tha average
Just made 25 and i'm livin' like a savage
Bein a g ain't no easy thing
Cause you could fuck around get crossed
And get stuck in tha game
And for tha rest of your life you will sit and reminisce
Wonder why it had to end like this
And to tha g's you can feel my pain
Till tha mothafuckas gets born again
You thought i was a game kid
I'm not tha nigga for playin games
I let my buckshots rang
When i pull tha trigga on my gauge
I'm on tha rampage
Makin' runs for tha devil
Ain't nothin' on my mind
Will get me in some trouble
I'm tryin to ride
No more loves
For me hard to figure
Get a nigga, smoke a blunt
Or is a jury starts (break that shit)
I gives a fuck nigga
Stuck outta luck
When i bust
Pull me to my death
But i'm a g to tha enemy
Chorus x2 -- tupac
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when i die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a g
(stretch)
I got nothin' ta loose so i choose to be a killer
Went from bangin' ta slangin'
Now i'm a dope dealer
All my life payed tha price to be tha boss
Back in school
Wrote tha rules on getten' tossed
Poppin' rocks on tha block was a past time
Pack a 9 all the time
You wanna test mine ？
Don't cry
I die before they play me
From tha cradle to tha grave
Bury me
Straight thug g
Kickin' it with tha homies in tha hood
Getten' drunk, smokin' blunts
A bitch said i was no good
I gives a fuck
I spend my time in tha dope spot
Never had no time for no bitch
Instead slangin' rocks
And bustin' caps on you punk ass marcs
Fake ass g's
Bitch niggas with no heart
I'm stayin' real till i'm 6 feet deep
So when a nigga gone
Bury me a g
Chorus x2 -- tupac
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when i die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a g
(tupac)
Stuck on full
Tangaray got a nigga high
Lord knows i don't need another dui
I led a thug life
Heartless hustler
Just cause i fucked
Don't mean i trust her
Now my pagers vibratin'
Can't sleep
So i'm mobbin' to tha ho's house
Pumpin' isely
Is it cool ta fuck is what i'm askin
Bitch recognize game and start laughen
When i'm all in those guts and shit
Prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick
Cause i'll fuck and get up and let ya know
I'll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho
Lots a ho's get mad and shit
I let a trick be a trick
You can have that bitch
Cause i doubt if i change
Tha games a mothafucker
Real niggas turn ta bustas
Bury me a g
Chorus x6 -- tupac
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
Even when i die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a g
I ain't got time for bitches --- bitches
3.Cradle To The Grave
Chorus
From tha cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
June 16, 1971
Mama gave birth
To a hell raisin' heavanly son.
See the doctor tried to smack me
But i smacked him back,
My first words were 'thug for life'
And 'papa pass the mac.'
I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin'
Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'.
From out the window of my drop top
I got my glock cocked
Bustin' at niggas
When will it stop ？
Now tell me are you scared of the dark？
Can't close my eyes i see visions
And even with this thug livin'
Will i escape in prison ？
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance
And if you slang
Then you'd better have your nikes on
Cause when we fight
It's in the middle of the night with no lights on.
Hey!!
There must be a god cause i feel lucky,
Paranoid out my mind
This motha fucka's tryin' to rush me.
Am i goin' to jail？
Look at me bailin'
Commin' out the court house
Never die
Be a hustler mothafuckas
And makin' thugs out you suckas.
From the cradle to the grave.
Chorus
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto. easy
From the cardle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
From the cradle to the grave
Since a little bitty child
I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild.
Pop pop!
Just like the part that's in my walk with street talk
I'm runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark.
Survalience on a nigga every day,
Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away.
Now mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet.
So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets.
And then the on other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A striaght thug.
Just me, my mama out here on our own
So i got two gatts
One black and one of chrome.
Now i don't wanna hurt nobody but i must defend mine!
It's all the fuck i got
So stop and walk a thin line.
Young niggas be brave
And keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave,
From the cradle to the grave.
Chorus
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
From the cradle to the grave, i'm glad to say
I made it this far.
Many g's died hard
And all they got was their name here up on a wall.
It's sad thinkin' about the times
Life goes on, i'm steady lost in this land...
As the warzone i got no home
Don't have no friends neither.
It's just me by my lonely so i married my nina.
I keeps her wherever i go,
I love my ho.
Never leave home with out my sugar.
I'm hafta plug a nigga.
Mama told me not to trust no punks,
And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me.
Since then i been known.
Sometimes i think my own self stupid
Cause i stay shootin' at marks,
Get twisted up in police reports.
Since the cradle, i've been ungreatful.
My first toy was a gun
I got sprung and learn to love weapons.
But now i'm through with money
And through with street fame.
Somebody peeled my cap and put me in my grave.
Chorus
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
March 18th
A rainy day my mama gave birth
To a baby boy trapped in hell on earth.
From day one it wasn't fun i never had a crumb.
Daddy worked two jobs and mama won't stop drinkin' rum.
I tried to cope loc
But my family's broke
And my pocket's short
So now i gotta sling dope.
In a game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame,
The white man got a motha fucka slingin' cane.
So now it's on from dusk to dawn i get my serve on.
Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks.
Shit don't stop i'm steady dodgin' cops.
I never flip flop
Hear my glock cock
Thug till i drop.
And if i hit the pen i gotta do my time
Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times.
It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt,
But from the cradle to the grave i'ma put in work.
Chorus
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
Time's movin' fast
Will i last another day？
So i pray and i lay with my a-k.
Did i sell my soul as a young kid？
All the things i did
Wishin' someone held me
But they never did.
I can't take it
Will i make it to my older age？
Before i'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage.
Lord help me, guide me, save me!
Cause that's the way that daddy raised me
Crazy.
Do or die. nigga pull the trigger don't give a fuck.
You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked.
Nobody cares, it's me against the world.
Keepin' murder on my mind and my tech-9.
I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die？
I get high
Then my mission is a walk-by.
You'd better jet when i hit your set cause i'm comin'.
Start runnin' yellin' 'evil mind' as i'm gunnin'.
One in the chamber for the anger that i build inside,
For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died.
The begining is an ending, am i just a slave？
So i got to be brave from the cradle to the grave.
Chorus til fade
4.Don't Get It Twisted
5.Life Is A Traffic Jam
(eight mile road)
Land of the free, and home of the enslaved
Till the concept of time
6 hours, 22 minutes, and 3 seconds, i've been standing in this
County line
By the looks of the gridlock outside
Its gotta be about 3：39
Everybody rushin from place to place
The looks on their faces ain't no different from mine
Both of us look like we just worked a 9-5
See, but when i clock out
I'm not looking for stress, but for the kind share
Since i started this county line shift,
Huh did i say shift？ i mean this sentence
I've heard nothing but sirens outside the door
How much you want to bet there's an ambulance rushin a short
man,
O.d. man, police abused black man to the hospital？
Now what they rushin for is my intrest？
Rushin through traffic jam to get to emergency room traffic jam,
that's
Susppose to be a free clinic
Only to hear if you have or don't have insurance
It ain't nuttin but survivial of the fittest
So what they rushin for？
And damn this man at the window is slow
The concept of time has os all fucked, and on top of that,
Life ain't nuttin but a traffic jam.
(2pac)
Life is too short, i feel trapped
Hopping i don't get caught, watch my back
Lost in the traffic, heartless and tragic
Don't wanna get my ass kicked
So i walk in this mindless state, and a don't make me feel this
way
I'll tell ya
Life is a traffic jam, i'm stuck
When will you realize your fucked？
Don't try to change my ways, i'm hopeless
Victims to the games we play, stay focused
Wath for the crazy ride, don't lie
High till the day we die
I'ts my life
Tell me if you feel me
I'll tell ya
Life is a traffic jam sincerely
Stretch your mind, spoon feed your soul
3 voices you can't control
Remember life is a traffic jam
Life is a traffic jam (x4)
6.Never Had A Friend Like Me
Never
You ain't never had a friend like me
Believe dat
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
See at night i watch the sky
I take another breath
I smoke my newport to the butt
Like it's the last muthafucker left
Just me and you evading enemies
Let you get my last shot of hennessy
Ain't never had a friend like me
Remember memories so vividly
Was once a little dust kicker now becomes a g
Who can i call when they all fall
Collect calls to my dogs from the county jail
Sendin me mail
Heard the blocks in the same shape
Ain't nothing changed
Niggaz slangin at the same place
The same faces
We suppose to always hate are foes
This life style is forever
Watch the game unfold
Sheddin crocodile tears
Just got life plus
And you wonder if these white judges like us
Just stay strong
We'll appeal
Nigga you'll be free
Down with cha to the very end
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
(chorus 2x)
I'm down for you so ride with me
My enemies your enemies
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
How can i be blamed
Forgive me lord i'm insane
In search of fame
Won't hurt to change
Follow in the foot steps of past dealers
Equipped with ski masks
No witnesses, as we blast fearless
Reckon now they feel us
More casualties
No survivors
Any man that defies us
Quickly dies
Cuz we ridahs
In my quest for chips
We wear vest
Equipped with automatic fire
We reply when my enemies trip
Me and you against the nation
Whispering while we conversatin
Cuz niggaz died over information
How much more can we take？
Expect us all to wait
The world ain't ready for us yet
So lets make clinton pay
(ha ha)
They never wanted us to make it
Everything that we posses
We had to fight and take it
I think the president is smokin weed
Bunpin this beat
Makin a livin out my misery
Till he got a friend like me
(chorus 2x)
Promise to visit
I know it's rough in your cell
Recieving mail to the county jail
This is heel
When i was young, i could picture livin
In luxury
So how the fuck did i end up in prison ？
Fuckin snitches
They got me crossed by my own side
I found him by his self
No drama, he alone die
Nobody cry
Should have never testified
You got my nigga 25
So now i sacrifice your life
Help to seperate me from my dog
Broken ties
Why the fuck should i let you live？
When i'm dead inside
Rapid fire my delivery
I'm bustin at their whole crew
Nigga remember me
Hit up my outlaw set
Then throw my pistol in the ocean
Ditch my ski mask
And get to straight coastin
It's visitin day at san quinton
Always there to see your closes row dog
Cuz you ain't never had a friend like me
(chorus 4x)
Come after us best be complete
My enemies your enemies
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
You ain't never had a friend like me
(till song fades)
7.Pour Out A Little Liquor
(Tupac)
Yah, pour out a little liqour for ya homie nigga
This one here go out ot my nigga mike coolage
Light up fat one for this one
How you come up man？
Started young kickin dust and
Livin' rough you watch you mouth around my mama
You couldn't cuss maaannn
I had a down ass homie thou
We ran the streets on the scene at the age of fourteen
I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
We drinkin' forties, real shorties livin' all the lies
You couldn't stop us
Who cares ？
I got my glock
Fuck the coppers
Hangin on the block
Slangin' rocks and makin' propers
I couldn't fuck with the schhhoooollll life
I was a fool
I'll play that mutha fucka for a toooollll man
Tonight will be the night that's what we figurin'
Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cuz we drinkin'
Playin' them hoes like munure
First let my nigga fuck then i fuck
That's how we do it (ha ha ha)
It's two niggas comin up out da hood
Livin lfe just as good as we could
Since a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes snitch to the police
Now my niggas busted
Cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail
Tryin' to get a muthafucka to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my nigga
Damn i miss my nigga
Pour out a little liqour
This goes out to all you so called g's
Pour out a little liquor for real muthafuckin partners
Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh.
Pour out a little liqour
Pour out a little liqour
What's that you drinkin on ？
Drinkin' on gin
Smokin' on blunts and it's on
Reminicin' about my niggas
That's dead n' gone
Now they burried
Sometimes my eyes still get blurry
Cuz i'm losin all my homies and i worry
I got my back against a brick wall
Trapped in a circle
Boxin' with them suckas
'till my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, 'son they'll be days like this'
Don't wanna think so
I hit the drink n' stay blitz
We had plans of being big time g's
Rolling in marked cars movin' them keys
Now i roll down the window
Blaze up some endo
And get towed down for my niggas in the penn yo
Your son's gettin' big and strong
And i'd love'm like one of my own
Till you come homie
The years sure fly away the quickness
You doin' the time
And i'll keep handle your business
That's the way it's supposed to be
Homie
If it was me
You'd do the shit for me
Homie
I can remember
Scrapin' back to back
Throwin' dogs on them suckas
While runnin' up on this young hog
I hope these words paint a perfect picture
Let ya know how much ya
Nigga miss ya
Pour out some little liqour
Look at ya
Drinkin got you and ya
Don't even give respect to your partners
Pour out some little liqour nigga
It ain't like that tip that shit over
Pour out a little liqour
Pour out a little liqour...
....oakland still in the mutha fuckin house my nigga richie
rich....
Pour out a little liqour
8.Shit Don't Stop
9.Stay True
(tupac)
Yah nigga, drop the top on your muthafuckin ride
This how we do it on the west coast baabbby
Rollin' down the four o five
Gettin' high
White boys done wrecked their shit
Tryin to check my ride
I ain't being bootsy
Crusin' in a six-o impala
Drivin' like i'm in a hooptee
Car full of ballin' caps
Keep yo hand on the strap
And take all the craps
Niggas know my steel-lo
All legit
But i'm drapped
Like a nigga movin' kilo
Shit don't stop
Cuz i can make that ass drop
Make the front pop
And hit the three wheel motion
All day
Hit the freeway
Take it easy, uhh
Let's slide
And pick-up some hoochies
Ride
Right back to the movies
High
Talking back to the screen drinkin' liquor
Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer
I'm livin that
Chorus (4x) (tupac)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (stay true)
Big stretch represent the real nigga
Flex, live squad and this mutha fucker catch wreck
(stretch)
Thug life
Sharp as a roughneck
Shakin' the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice
So the vice wanna follow us around (raize up)
Got 'em runnin' as we clown thru the town (blaze up)
Another one, had to throw another gun
Don't need another case
You can see it on my face son
But i ain't fallin' yet
And i gotta give a shout to where my ball is at
(tupac)
Mophreme tell 'em why the hoes dream
Gettin high off a nigga like a dope fiend
(mophreme)
Cuz i'm non-stop, and i'm always hustlin'
Twenty four seven, ain't nothin buck
But when a young g's flippin keys for a livin'
Try to make a mill off the time i'm givin'
Trippin'
Mad
I'm crazy
Can't nobody fade me
And i been goin' insane lately
And everybody tryin ta hold me back
I'm about to snap
You better move back
You know i led a.....
Chorus (4x) (tupac)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (stay true)
Maaaannnn, i don't worry about the five-o
If they start,
Cuz it's all about survival
Just stay smart
Keep your mind on your bank roll
Always
Stay ahead of these stank hos
These days
It's an all out rat race
And look at meee just caught another cat case
That makes three
My laywers getting cash up the ass
Don't even ask
Why i'm buck wild ？
Don't smile
Don't laugh
To the young g's comin up
Peep game
Don't let the money make you change
Or act strange
Stay broke
It's all in together now
Keep pumping loud
Till the crowd
Bring the top down
Is that tupac thug life ？
Hell yah
Try to dirty up my name
But it's still here
Which way do i turn ？
I'm strapped
Lost in the storm
I can't turn back
With that...
Chorus (4x) (tupac)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (stay true)
10.Str8 Ballin'
I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks...
But no.
(tupac)
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks.
And i'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.
And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted.
I put the nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts.
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos.
Got a 45 screamin' about survival.
Hey nigga can i lay low, cook some yay-yo.
Hollar 'one-time' when i say so.
Don't want to go to the pen, i'm hittin' fences.
Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches.
And they say how do you survive weighin' 165
In a city where the skinny niggas die？
Tell mama don't cry.
Even when they kill me,
They can never take the game from a young g.
I'm st8 ballin'!
St8 ballin'!
Still on parole and i'm the first nigga servin'
Pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.
But if i want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'.
It's kinda boomin' and today i'll make a killin'.
Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block.
It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops.
Ha, i'm gettin' high. i think i'll die if i don't get no ends.
I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a benz.
I hate to stip let my music bump,
Drinkin' liquor, and i'm lookin' for some hoes to fuck.
Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal
As i slang another ounce, i wish it was a kilo.
A need money in a major way.
Time to fuck my beeeyatch!! hey!, and getten' paid
You other mothafuckas callin',
But me and my mothafuckin' thug niggas,
We st8 ballin'!!
St8 ballin'!
Damned if i don't, and damned if a nigga do.
So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to raise up!
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young nigga time to do or die.
I keep a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit.
And now they see that mothafucka beat pain,
At point blank range cause he slept on the game.
Ain't a damned thing changed
Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em,
If you can't stand pain better hold 'em.
Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll.
You might go catch aids from a slight cold. nigga.
Better live your life to the fullest,
You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull
it.
Cause even when they kill me,
They can never take the game from a young g.
We st8 ballin'!
We st8 ballin'!
To my niggas in the penitentiary,
Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me.
Cause you fuckin' with the realest motha fucka ever born,
And once again it's on,
I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone.
Who the hell can you get to stop me？
I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse.
I keep my glock cocked
I need it cause they're all shady.
I finally made it
Now these jealous bitches tryin' to fade me!
I ain't goin' out i'd rather blast back.
I'm on the corner with my niggas watchin' cash stack.
And i came up a long way from food stamps.
And takin' shit from the low-life ghetto tramps.
Could you blame me if they sweat me i'm gonna open fire.
What could i do？ pull my trigga or watch my nigga die.
I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs.
I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs.
And mothafucka, we be ballin'!
All mothafuckin' day long, stay strong!
We str8 ballin'.
11.Street Fame
12.Tha Streetz R Deathrow
Growing up as an inner city brotha
Where every other had a pops and a motha
I was tha product of a heated lover
Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
And since my pops never knew me
My family didn't know what ta do with me
Was i somebody they despise
Curious look in they eyes
As if they wonder if i'm dead or alive
Poor momma can't control me
Quit tryin' ta save my soul, i wanna roll with my homies
A ticken timebomb
Can't nobody fade me
Packin' a 380
And fiendin' for my mercedes
Suckers scatter
But it don't matter i'm a cool shot
Punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got
I'm tired of being a nice guy
I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why
So they label me a lunatic
Could care less
Death or success
Is what i quest
Cause i'm fearless
Now tha streetz r deathrow
Chorus
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz r deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz r deathrow
I just murdered a man, i'm even more stressed
Wearin' a vest
Hopein' that their aimin' at my chest
Much too young to bite tha bullet
Hand on tha trigga
I see my life before my eyes each time i pull it
I hope i live to be a man
Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state penn
Counting pennys over tha years
I'd done stacked many
Proven wrong those
Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twenty
Now they gotta cope
Since it's tha only thing i know
It's difficult to let it go
I'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry
Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buried
But now i gotta move away now
Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay down
My homie lost his family and snapped
Shot up half tha block to bring them back
Tha streetz r deathrow
Chorus
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz r deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz r deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz r deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
(like it ain't nothin')
I'm dangerous
When drunk i only drink beer
Gin makes me sin
Unable to think clear
Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close
Boom boom boom
Got me shooting at a ghost
Some call me crazy
But this is what you gave me
Amongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery
I sport a vest and hit tha sess to kill tha stress
Moved out west and i invest in all tha best
Those who test will find a bullet in they chest
Put ta rest
By a brotha who was hopeless
Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity
How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family
I'm sick of being tired
Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing
Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed
Tired of hearin' these voices in my head
Tha streetz r deathrow
Chorus
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz r deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz r deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz r deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz r deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
This goes out to my partners in tha live squad (like it ain't
nothin')
And all my partners involved in that 187
Watch your back...
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
There got to be a better way...
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
There's too many of us in tha cemetary
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Come on, what we gonna do now
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz r deathrow
13.Under Pressure
(Tupac)
Under pressure
Yeah, babyyy
When tha pressures on...
Thug life
When it's on it's on
(Tupac)
One of these days i'll
Learn
Don't fuck with trick ass niggas
Cause they
Turn into bitch ass niggas
I'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jail
My niggas clown
Bring a pound
When they posten bail
Smokein' blunts in tha driveway
My four-five screamin
Fuck tha police
Won't fly away, thug, till i die
You wonder why i'm made this way
I wasn't
Turned out
I was raised this way
Of thinkin
These are tha dreams of a young teen
Sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends
One time can't hold me
One of these days
We gotta bust back for tha homies
Locked down in tha penitentry
Finaly loose my mind
If tha pigs succeed
Stress, smoken weed and nicotine
But what a nigga really need is thorozine
Right before i die
I'll be curseing tha law
Reincarnated bitch even worse than before
My four-four's givin payback
My underhanded plan
To get them niggas while they laid back
And big stretch hit tha scene with tha mini 14
Servin suckers like dope fiends
And lead tha whole team
Under pressure nigga
That's right
(Stretch)
Never run
Throw your gun in tha air
Oh yeah
Nigga bust ain't no time to spare
Called tha ruffest mothafucker and we fuck shit up
Flash and blast a nigga with tha quickness
Cock tha four pound motherfucker when i spit this and rip this
Damn, my mind is in tha depths of hell
But when i'm walking on tha street kid my name rings bells
And i never fell
Nigga i stand to tall
I'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl
Givin my all
So niggas wanna bring it to me
So I'ma sell my cocaine
And lay they ass down 'g'
Under pressure
(Tupac)
Yeah, look here tho
Runnin wild
I never smiled as a juvenile
Even now i keep a frown when i come around
Don't ask me about tha past
It was all bad
Shots blasted
Will i last
In tha wrong path
In tha dark is where my heart saw tha most grief
Mothafuckers is getten shanked over gold teeth
Am i sick ？
Cause i'm addicted to get splifted
Watch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted
Nothens changed
Cause in tha came it's a steady aim
Fuck friends
Cause when in danger those niggas change
Puff weed
And stuff g's in my sock g
Call ki's and hennessy where tha glock be
Times pass an' will i last here another day
I put my gun away
And grab my ak
It's getten hectic
I can't call it
House full of alcoholics
Now we're niggas under pressure
Yeah, that's right...
Under pressure, we're niggas under pressure
Yeah
(Tupac and Stretch together repeat 11x)
When tha pressures on it's a hit
Ski mask
Extra gats
Bring tha clips
Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets
They stay silent
Cause talk is cheap
14.Wanted Dead Or Alive
(2pac)
Got me up against the fence, back against the wall
Get to actin like a fool, cause ain't no justice for the dogg
Got to take it out on all y'all, better read the papers
All my homies goin crazy baby only god could save us.
Got my mind on currency hurry i ain't worried
It's a gangta party, so bad boy gettin buried
Snoop dogg, wht they fantasize？ (snoop) (fantasize)
When we ride, it's a must adversaries die.
(snoop doggy dogg)
Yes, yes y'all not short but snoop dogg
And you know it's like that y'all
I'm so smooth about my paper, check it just how it's done
I'm servin any on a platter snoop dogg coleone
Coleone, now do you know what that mean？
A teflon don to this hip-hop game, super supreme
It's like what happen can happen but will it stop
That won't happen i'm feelin good about the mission for jackin
Yo patnah, can you feel me？
Why these fools, tryin ta kill me？
It's so hard to stay focused on my eyes and prize
But if i don't, the dogg won't survive.
(2pac)
We ballin in my opinion eternal was wild wheel spinnin
One simple a minute is represented for five minutes
Two of the livest wanted dead or alive
We riders inventers because we ain't quiet and watch the g's
ride
Two of amerikkaz most, straight out the west coast
Bow down fool this is death row. (snoop) (for life)
Been waiten way too long, fresh out the pen, now it's on
C'mon snoop dogg, time to bone.
(snoop doggy dogg)
Ain't nuttin changed too down to hang i slang a bang with a
rhyme
Me and my homey pac trippin death row on knobs
Strong survivor by eastside of dpg'z
Still creepin bumpin through the hood, always involved in the
streets
(2pac) (westside!) it's doggy dogg homey, did you forget who i
was...
Now take a look through the eyes of a g
And just ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat.
(2pac)
All my homies tellin me, ain't no love for a real g
You straight cowards all you playa haters kill me
Throw up your hands if you feel me
We gettin dollars, homey hollar if you hear me
One time for my comrades doin bad lockdown
Fresh out bust the top and bounce drop down
Can you visualize perfection？
Cause every rider in my set labelled a vet best in their
profession
Don't hold your breath, stick to smith and wessun
Steady study your lessons to keep the crowd guessin
(snoop doggy dogg)
Straight gangsta, y'know？
Money to be made, situations get deep
Niggaz always tryin ta creep
But i know what time it is
Gangstas, yeah yeah
Yeah, gangstas
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Y'know？ stay a gangsta
All my doggs, all my niggaz on lockdown, big dogg
This for you nigga
We gonna ride this muthafucker til the wheels fall of
Yeah, yeah
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Yeah, yeah, play or stay
Yeah, yeah, death row!
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2pac rest in peace
Dogg pound
Dippin real hard y'know what i'm sayin？
Yeah yeah, stay down
Gangstas gangstas
Foe life, eastside!
Westside of the coast
Yeah, eastside!
Mmmm, for all my soliders
Yeah
Where ya at？
Yeah
Y'know？ yeah
Stay down
For real
Y'know？ what it look like？
Mmm, what it feel like？
It ain't easy, y'know？ death row
2pac..... makaveli
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