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Skandalouz

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[2Pac]
Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker
We’s gonna talk about these scandalous hoes
[Nate]
I can talk about scandalous bitches
[2Pac]
Oh I know you can!
I know you that’s why we gonna do it
Daz on the beat
Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga
Just drop that shit like uhh, this here

[2Pac]
I met you through my homie now you act like you don’t know me
So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony
It’s not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies
Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me
While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed
No, I ain’t mad at you baby, go ‘head and play them fools
They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house
and can’t leave without his bitch permission
The mission’s to be a playa, my alias is Boss
Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss
Y’all don’t wanna see me in pain
I’ll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, «Never breathing again»
It’s scandalous, I never liked your back stabbin ass, triiick
Used to watch you money grabbin, who you baggin beeyitch?
Ready to bust, in the city you don’t know who to trust
But bitches lookin scandalous

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]

Scandalous.. she’s so scandalous, she’s so scandalous
She’s so scandalous.. she’s so scandalous, she’s so scandalous
Scandalous.. she’s so scandalous, she’s so scandalous
She’s so scandalous.. she’s so scandalous, she’s so scandalous

[2Pac]
How’s it hangin? Cause baby from the back the shit is bangin
I’ve been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang
Won’t be no bullshit, no ass-kissin
This bitch’ll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin
I’m askin, as if I’m qualified to analyze
You’re lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies
She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize
Her face ain’t never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes
My sister ? in poverty
Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me?
I’d probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue
and though I don’t where we’re goin, she’s makin me come
I’ve been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin?
Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later
Before I let her get me off guard
Went in the purse took a hundred dollars
Nigga I’m so scandalous

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches
I’m spittin at tricks cause I’m addicted to pretty bitches
Currency motivated, not easily terminated
Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded
This is my prophecy — I gotta be paid
All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin for early graves
I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin you could be true
when I don’t fuck with your punk crew
These are the tales for my niggaz doin time in the cell
I went from hell, to livin well
Bustin at niggaz who said my name in vain
I got no time for them tricks, I’m heavy in the game
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin me
I’m floatin free on the highway, formulatin plans
Can’t wait til I see L.A., cause it’s so scandalous

[Chorus]

[Chorus repeat to end (2Pac speaks over it)]

[2Pac]
Aiyyo.. how the prettiest bitch be the more scandalous the hoe be
You ever peep that shit? (Nah)
A bitch can be like fifteen, fuckin with a nigga 35
Gettin him for ends
Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin intelligent
When these niggaz get to trickin, hahaha, it’s over then
That’s aight though
Keep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long
Watch them hoes
All you niggaz out there
Beware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Young Niggaz

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I wanna dedicate this one to Robert ‘Yummy’ Sanderford
and all other lil’ young niggaz that’s in a rush to be gangstas

As a young nigga, I’m almost ?swellin? in the wind
Give anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was ten
I didn’t bang but I was hangin with the homies
tell them niggaz started slangin that they don’t know me
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn’t pay me
Lately I’ve been tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play me
with that jealousy they need to miss me, don’t sweat me
If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I
someday will die but I’m cautious, I’m fin’ to ride
Put down the top, now we flossin
Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window
Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good
Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs
And I can’t help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it’s bad
but all we had was our hopes and dreams
Couldn’t see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends
as young niggaz

He’s the kind of G like everybody knows
As a young nigga
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
Always got it blown like Al Capone
Young nigga
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known

Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin by, when daddy died
That’s when my momma started gettin high
My neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn’t survive
All our homies livin short lives, I couldn’t cry
Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket
let me get my dead homies high
Come follow me throughout my history, it’s just
_Me Against the World_ stuck in misery; as a young nigga
My only thing was to be paid
Life full of riches avoid snitched cause they shady, back in the days
We always found the time to play,
but that’s before they taught them gangbangers how to spray
Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis
Every stadium that I go, when will they change?
Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga
Remember how it was, to be a young nigga

He’s the kind of G like everybody knows
As a young nigga
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
Always got it blown like Al Capone
Young nigga
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known

I’m tellin you..
.. to be young, have your brains and have every limb and all that
Yo, y’all niggaz don’t know how good you really do got it
Muh’fuckers need to just calm down
and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life
‘Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life
You dumb nigga

Now that I’m grown, I got my mind on bein somethin
Don’t wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttin
Tryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real
and I will even if it kills me, my young niggaz
break away from these dumb niggaz
Put down the guns and have some fun nigga, the rest’ll come nigga
Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin
puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin
at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin
Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day
I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse
the epidemic and diseases, what is the future?
The projects lookin hopeless, where
more and more borhters givin up and don’t care
Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed
and I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggaz

He’s the kind of G like everybody knows
For these young niggaz
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
He always got it blown like Al Capone
Take it slow nigga, it’s for the young niggaz
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known
As a young nigga

He’s the kind of G like everybody knows
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe
Memories as a young nigga
He always got it blown like Al Capone
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known
[‘Pac talking overlaps singing last four lines]
This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know)
Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that’s right)
Them niggaz that’s thirteen and fourteen
Drivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy)
Young motherfuckin hustlers (make that money boy)
Stay strong nigga
You could be a fuckin accountant, not a dope dealer
youknowhatI’msayin? (Go to school nigga, go to school)
Fuck around and, you pimpin out here
You could be a lawyer (really doe)
Niggaz gotta get they priorities straight
(Don’t see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker)
Really doe.. young niggaz.. little RahRah
(sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don’t be no dumb guy
(Don’t be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggaz)

[singers freestyle and skat to the end of the song]

2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted

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[Snoop] Up out of there
[Tupac] (chuckles)
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
[Snoop] Pump that up G
[Tupac] Ahh shit, you done fucked up now —
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
You done put two of America’s
most wanted in the same
motherfuckin place at the same
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
motherfuckin time, hahahahah
Y’all niggaz about to feel this
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
Break out the champagne glasses
and the motherfuckin condoms
Have one on us aight??
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party

[Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop]

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention’s to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs

Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run
Now I’m back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome
Free Tupac, is all that’s on a niggaz mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine
So I’ma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit

So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit’s about to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I’m «Losin My Religion», I’m vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin
Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish

I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
and I, think I got a black Beamer
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the G’s and the keys motherfucker

Now follow as we riiiiide
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side
And I can make you famous
Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G’s
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted

[Chorus:]
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
[Tupac] Nuthin but a gangsta party…
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
it ain’t nuthin but a
motherfuckin gangsta party
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
it ain’t nuthin but a
motherfuckin gangsta party
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party

[Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop]

Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever’s left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me
I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what??
There ain’t no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs
(hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn’t, now dissapear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player

It’s like cuz, blood, gangbangin
Everybody in the party doin dope slangin
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl
Ya doing ya job, every day
And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun’s kids

They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block
Schemes for currency and doe related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I’m tryin to get up on it
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted

[Chorus (w/ variations to end)]

All About U

Artista:

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You probably crooked as the last trick
Wanna laugh about how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch?
Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run
Its just my luck I’m stuck fuckin with wrong one, uh
Wise decisions based on lies we living
Skandalous times is games like my religion
You could be rolling with a thug
Instead you with this sweet scrub
Looking for some love
In every club, I see you standing like you want it
Well baby if ya got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I’m still tipsy from last night
Bumpin in walls as I pause
Addicted to the fast life
I try to holler but you tell me you’re taken
Sayin you ain’t impressed with the money I’m make
Guess its true what they telling me
Fresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity
So thats the reason why I call
And maybe you with it
Fantasies of the sweatin
Can I hit it? (hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do
Its still true what I’m saying Boo
Cause this is All About U

Every other city we go
Every other video
(its all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe
[repeat]

I’ll make a promise if ya go with me
Just let me know, I’ll have you hollering
My name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I’m a thug nigga
I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers
I love niggas
Cause we coming from the same place
Witness me holler at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes
How can I tell her I’m a playa
And I don’t even care
Creep though
Weed smokes in the air
Everywhere I go, its all about the groupie hoes
waiting for niggas at the end of every show
I just seen ya in my friends video
Never put you on my friends so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I’m going through
It’s All About U
(Yeah nigga, its All About U)

[Chorus 2X]

Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu?
It ain’t about you or your bitch ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think it’s all about you?
Well, boo, I gets down like Dru and my nasty new niggas, too
You couldn’t hold me back
It’ll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack
Or perhaps it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your ?
Straight in control
?Flows are full?
Why hold a cold stroll?
Coldest set
I told you I’m as gold
And that’s gold diggin
Cold diggin a ?
I slide in easily
Try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts
I came to fuck
Try skeezin me
Runnin up in this
It’s like ? when I bring ya the most
I fuck a bitch from the West coast

[Chorus 4X]

(You know what I’m saying?)
Every other city we go
I see the same hoes
In the studio, that kickin it in the video
It’s gotta be the same ass and thighs
But you’s a groupie baby, and don’t look surprised
I can see it in your eyes, that you ain’t nothing but a trick
Hanging with us, for some superstar dick
Want an autograph placed on her napkin
After she asks «Ain’t you the Top Dogg and don’t you be rappin?»
She know whats crackin
Peep shows like Luke
From the limos, down to the Lexus coupes
We be flossin, and all females love that
Especially when you’re dope, platinum, and your own ?
So when I met you
I really didn’t have to say much
Cause me alone
Just made you want to taste and touch
Don’t be trippin if I run up in you and your whole crew
I’ma still let you know girl, that it’s all about you

California Love(feat. Dr. Dre

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California love!

[1]-California…knows how to party
California…knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol’ Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

[Verse One: Dr. Dre]

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that’s untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it’s ’95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It’s all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a
[repeat 1]

[2]-Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it…

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene, I’m hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that’s right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we program worldwide
Let’em recognize from Long Beach to Rose Grands
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it’s west side
So you know the row won’t bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!
[rpt 1]

[dre] now make it shake…

[rpt 2]

[Outro: Dre, 2Pac]

uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
[Tupac] hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadina, where you at
yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
(Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah

Throw it up y’all, throw it up, Throw it up
Let’s show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it’s tha best side

yeah, That’s riight
west coast, west coast
uh, California Love
California Love

Fair Xchange (remix)»(feat. Mya

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[Intro: Mya]
Nooooo, nooooooo…

[Verse One: 2Pac]
Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection
Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions
Pushin permanent twistin I’m on a mission got me on the mash
Tried to dig, you was screamin when I did
Steady yellin out spots for me to hit, and aww shit
Soon as I seen her saw us playin hide the weiner
Wanna «Freak Like Me,» fuck Adina
Up and down is the object, side to side
Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can I come inside
Say you don’t feel it that’s a lie, you just scared to get this
penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye
when I walked by, I said, «Hi»
But you was 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 goin first, and that ain’t no fair exchange

[Chorus: Mya]
Only one thing that you, can do, for me
Baby you can treat me right, we can do it every night
Nothin more than a fair exchange
Hit my G-spot and make, me scream, your name
If you can get with me you won’t, I got what I want and gone
Nothin more than a fair exchange

[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Open your legs
Got me watchin like it’s a million, you tremble from the feelin
Look up, cause I got mirrors on the ceiling
And if you willin, then we can ride until the sun shine
And just for fun, I betchu I can make you cum sixty-one times
Close your eyes, let me heat it up
Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up
Drop the top, time to fuck while the wind blow
Baby throw yo’ 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 temptations
Sexual participation, my motivation
Even though I like the way you work it
You don’t deserve it cause you walk around actin like you perfect
Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player
Bitch you ain’t doin me no favors, fair exchange

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Now yo’ attitude ain’t realistic
Yeah it’s true I’m gettin pussy, but baby you gettin dick!
And since you bein laced with the penetration
It’s only right to show a form of appreciation
Instead of fakin like you can’t hear the bed shakin
In bed naked you so twisted think yo’ legs breakin
You said take it so I’m blind in my passion, how long will I last?
Doggie style steady pumpin on that ass, until I blast
And then I laugh as we lay back
See I wait ‘til you asleep and that’s the payback
Cause you actin like you did somethin, givin me a piece
I had you mufflin your screams in the sheets, fuckin with me
A true digger that love triggers, a thug nigga
Hustlin bitches like drug dealers
Before I say goodbye, put an end to all the games
Here’s my number for another fair exchange

[Chorus – repeat 2X (w/ ad libs)]

[Mya]
Fair exchange
No one, gives me lovin (lovin)
Quite like you do (No one gives me lovin like you do)
No one, gives me lovin
Quite like you do (Nigga I knows you know you love our love)
(The things that I’ma do, to you..)

Hellrazor (feat. Stretch

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Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah
This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah
Mama raised a hellrazor… born thuggin
Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen
On the scene watchin fiends buggin
Kickin up dust with the older G’s
Soakin up the game that was told to me
I ain’t never touched a gat that I couldn’t shoot, I learned
not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons
A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin
I was ganked for sexin
Elementary wasn’t meant for me, can’t regret it
I’m headed for the penitentiary, I’m cuttin class
and I’m buckin blastin, straight mashin
Mobbin through the overpass laughin
While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a nigga’s clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger
Cause some nigga tried to kill me
and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I’m marked for death, I’ma spark til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a nigga’s gettin richer
They come to get ya, it’s like a motherfuckin trap
And they wonder why it’s hard bein black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh

[Chorus: Stretch]

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unnh
[Repeat 4X]
Mama raised a hellrazor
[2Pac] Dear Lord can ya feel me
Stress gettin major, unnh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time, everybody’s dyin
Mama raised a hellrazor, can’t figure
Why you let the police beat down niggaz
I’m startin to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po’ babies restin in the early graves
God come save the youth
Ain’t nothin else to do but have faith in you
Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hand’s on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? Show a way
I’m prayin but my enemies won’t go away
And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn
Every nigga that I know’s on death row
My younger homie’s seventeen and he paid a price
Little young motherfucker doin triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it’s gettin better
If my nigga knew the truth he’d hit the roof
Just heard ya baby’s mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts
Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin
Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen
Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah
C’mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor
Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major
(Lord be my savior, unnh)

[Chorus: Stretch]

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unhh
[repeat 2X]
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

Dear Lord can ya hear me, it’s just me
A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets
I’m on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can’t control it
Screamin die motherfucker and he’s loaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don’t worry me
Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn’t take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin ‘Tasha
Now I’m screamin fuck the world, in the end
it’s my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots
Every nigga on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
with my hands on the trugger, Thug nigga
Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I’m a Thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That’s just life in the ghetto, do or die

Lastonesleft

Artista:

Mas letras de 2pac

Nigga west side
West side in this motherfucker
West side in this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker
West side in this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker
West side in this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker

Can't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin'
Packed in a suburban, screamin' outlaw runin' on the curb
They never try me 'cause right behind me your killer team
I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine
This Hennessey'll keep me calm though sittin' in the back of the club
Tradin' convo livin' like a Don in my own mind Signal Kadafi
Nigga watch me with the chrome nine all the time drinkin' champagne

Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang niggas playa hate
But do a damn thing picture me doin eighty down a one way
Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play so I gotta keep my eyes open
Gettin' high, wonder why we gotta die smokin' my alibi, I'm victory
Like them other vile men I'm marked for death
Spendin' my nights like its the last one left I'm an outlaw

Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin' on
Last to leave, till I see everybody's gone
I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin' on a sweet swisher I'm the last one left

Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin' on
Last to leave until I see everybody's gone
I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin' on a sweet swisher, guess I'm the last one left

I got my back against the wall got chillin' by my balls
Prior to war is rider nigga only five six tall
Napoleon only knows on we outlaws fuck fear
Better strap down to the feelin's 'cause we out yeah
Thug passion all up in me feelin' like I took some Henne

It ain't easy I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of two pennies
What we got with these rap niggas wanna pull they're gat niggas
Only got my side 'cause they think Pac die nigga
Last niggas with our tape take a shot within our vest
Pac come and catch weight nigga we the last ones left

If we woulda known the zone inside my own dome
Fresh outs jail it was hell but I'm probably home
Lookin' for niggas that was roofin that shit when I was locked back
Hands on the pump, make 'em jump when its cocked back
Fuck 'em all they're bitches inside a world of weak
Bitch niggas be afraid to speak we the last ones left

Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin' on
Last to leave, till I see everybody's gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin' on a sweet swisher like I'm the last one left
Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin' on
Last to leave till I see everybody's gone

At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin' on a sweet swisher, last one left
Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin' on
Last to leave till I see everybody's gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor, yeah
Puffin' on a sweet swisher, I'm the last one left

I eat and sleep the worst shit, turfs and birth
Me and my team super supreme putin in work
I'm passed out, drunk as a fuck, till it hurt
And I call earl screamin' fuck the world
I got a bitch on the side wanna be my wife
And wify beefin' wanna know if she gonna see me tonight

And I know it ain't right, but its the life I got
And that's until I see Yak and that's until I see Pac
Young know I lost a troll somebody owed me down
And if the world was a girl I'd stick my dick in the ground
Fuck the world

West side in this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker, yeah
West side in this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker
Outlaw in this motherfucker right here
Outlaws in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here

In this motherfucker
West side in this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker
West side in this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker

Outlaw in this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here

West side in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
West side in this motherfucker
West side in this motherfucker right here
West side

Mi Ambitions As A Ridah

Artista:

Mas letras de 2pac

[singsong] I won’t
deny it, I’ma straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can’t do nuttin to a G
(Let’s get ready to ruuumbllle)
[speaking] Now you know how we do it like a G
What really go on in the mind of a nigga
[singsong] Got the police bustin at me
But they can’t do nuttin to a G
[speaking] that get down for theirs
I constantly choose money over bitches
[singsong] I won’t deny it, I’ma straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
[speaking] Stay on your grind nigga
[singsong] Got the police bustin at me
But they can’t do nuttin to a G
[speaking] My ambitions as a ridah
[singsong] I won’t deny it, I’ma straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
[speaking] My amibitions as a ridah
[singsong] Got the police bustin at me…

Verse One: 2Pac
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
Cause life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born ruff and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was ‘fuck it’ cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, ‘Go to the tele hoe’
You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I’m barely broke
I’m smokin bomb ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game’s tight, the feeling’s mutual
From hustlin them bread, to breakin motherfuckers to payin
I got no time for these bitches cause these hoes tried to play us
I’m on a meal ticket mission, want a mil, so I’m wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!(
I’ma ride though, clown hoes like it’s manditory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it’s on and it’s on because I said so
Can’t trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
Started plotin and planin on scemes to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it motherfuckers see me
These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they hearts they wanna be
me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right besideee ya
Hopin ya listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a
ridah

Chorus: 2Pac

[singsong] I won’t deny it, I’ma straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
[speaking] My ambitions as a ridah
[singsong] Got the police bustin at me
But they can’t do nuttin to a G

Verse Two: 2Pac
(I won’t deny it, I’ma straight ridah)
It was my only wish to rise
Above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise
When it’s time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me
the nine
I’m ready to die right here tonight, and motherfucker they life
That’s what they screaming as they drill me, but I’m hard to kill
So open fire, I see you kill me (that’s all you niggaz got?)
witness my steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
I’d rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed
Mama corrected me I’m suicidal thinkin thoughts
I’m innocent, said there’ll be bullets flyin when I’m caught
Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won’t get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
When it’s time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac
My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I’m back my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switchin keys, sure as some bitches bleeds
Niggaz’ll feel the fire of my mother’s corrupted seed
Blast me but they didn’t finish, didn’t diminish my powers
so now I’m back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards
That’s why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I’m back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that’s legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I’ll have these mutherfuckers buried (I been)
gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it
Knowin when I get out, they gonna feel it
Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside
Then cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history’ll prove I been it, revenge on them
niggaz
that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit
Now it’s your nigga right beside ya
Hopin ya listenin I catch you payin attention to my ambitions as
a ridah

Chorus 2.5X

Pour Out A Little Liquor

Artista:

Mas letras de 2pac

[2Pac]
Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie
(Light up a fat one for this one)
How you come up man?

I started young kickin dust and, livin rough
You watch you mouth around my mama you couldn’t cuss man
I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets
And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh
I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
We drinkin forties, lil’ shorties livin naughty lives
You couldn’t stop us, long as I got my glock, FUCK the coppers
Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits
I couldn’t fuck with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool
I’ll play that motherfucker for a toooollll man
Tonight’ll be the night that’s what we figurin
Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin
Playin them hoes like manure
First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that’s how we do it (ha ha!)
It’s two niggaz comin up out the hood
livin life just as good as we could
But since a bitch can’t be trusted
Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga’s busted
The cops whoopin on my nigga in jail
tryin to get a motherfucker to tell
And couldn’t nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga
Pour out a little liquor!

«My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go» [4X]

This goes out to all you so called G’s
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin partners
Don’t let the drink get like that y’all, huh
Pour out a little liquor
Pour out a little liquor
What’s that you drinkin on?

Drinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it’s on
Reminisce about my niggaz, that’s dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
Cause I’m losin all my homies and I worry
I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, «Son there’ll be days like this»
Don’t wanna think so — I hit the drink and stay blitzed
We had plans of bein big time G’s
Rolling in marked cars, movin them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get to’ down for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your son’s gettin big and strong
and I’d love’m like one of my own, til you come home and
the years sure fly with the quickness
You do the time, and I’ll keep handlin yo’ 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 suckers runnin up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya
Pour out some liquor!

«My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go»

Look at you
Drinkin got you where you don’t even give respect to your partners
Pour out some liquor nigga!
It ain’t like that
Tip that shit over
Pour out a little liquor!

«My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go» [4X]

This for my nigga Madman
Dagz, Hood, Silk yeah
A little liquor for my homies y’all
We in this motherfuckin piece YEAH
Pour out a little liquor
Young Queen, YEAH
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the motherfuckin Bay
Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, Gov’na
(I don’t care, Nighttrain, Henessey)
All my real motherfuckin partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!!