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Fake Ass Bitches


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[little kid] Tell me about these fake ass bitches

Look here little nigga
Most of these niggaz be bitches too
but you’ll never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this shit like this

It’s like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches
What the fuck you think a trick is nigga
Nigga done stick and wet his dick
and then get tricked out all his riches by a — BITCH!
I’m here to school you to the rules of the game, it’ll cost ya
Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her
It’s like a motherfuckin priveledge
So don’t give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you’re ready to bone, and it’s on
A motherfucking mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches

(God, damn! You can’t just hit them niggaz with that game
and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.
But we gonna kick this shit like this here)

[Chorus: 2Pac]

I can’t stand fake ass bitches
Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches
[repeat 2X]

Time to show these bustas who’s boss
Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin «Gimme!»
I can’t stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK
So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager
Busy now bitch but yo



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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

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

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 waki

Panther Power


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As real as it seems the American Dream
Ain’t nothing but another calculated schemes
To get us locked up shot up back in chains
To deny us of the future rob our names
Kept my history of mystery but now I see
The American Dream wasn’t meant for me
Cause lady liberty is a hypocrite she lied to me
Promised me freedom, education, equality
Never gave me nothing but slavery
And now look at how dangerous you made me
Calling me a mad man cause I’m strong and bold
With this dump full of knowledge of the lies you told
Promise me emancipation indispute nation
All you gave my people was our patience
Fathers of our country never cared for me
They kept my answer shackled up in slavery
And Uncle Sam never did a dam thing for me
Except lie about the facts in my history
So now I’m sitting hear mad cause I’m unemployed
But the government’s glad cause they enjoyed
When my people are down so they can screw us around
Time to change the government now panther power

Panther power
Panther power
Panther power

Coming straight that resides within
Go toe to toe with a panther and you just can’t win
Suffered fame bats suppressed the rest
The rich get richer and the poor can’t last
The American Dream was an American nightmare
You kept my people down and refuse to fight fair
The Klu Klux Klan tried to keep us out
Besides drew they know no blacks allowed
With intimidation and segregation was a way for our freedom
But now were impatient
Blacks the other skin: dead or sell outs
Freedom, equality, then I’ll yell out
«Don’t you ever be ashamed of what you are
It’s ya panther power that makes you a star»
Panther power-acapo



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Roll me a cigarette dog!
They got me feelin crazier than a motha fucka.
I got bad ass in this motha fucka.

Puffin on life.
Hopin that it gets me high.
(Makaveli the don, representin the outlaws.)
They got a nigga goin crazy.
(Bad ass representin the LBC)
(What cha wanna do. You know how we do.

Time goes by.
Puffin on life.
Hopin that it gets me high.
They got a nigga goin crazy.

Feelin crazy.
(Tell em bout it.)

Last year was hard.
But life goes on.
Hold my head against the wall.
Learn the right from wrong.
They say my ghetto intrumental,
Dextrimental to kids.
As if they can’t see the misery in which they live.
Blame me, for the outcome, damn I’m reckless.
Check it. You don’t have to bump this but please respect it.
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us.
Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin blinded.
Hennessy got me feelin bad. Time to stop drinkin.
Rollin in my drop top Jag.
What’s that cops thinkin?
Sittin in my car watch the stars and smoke.
I came along way but still I got so far to go.
Dear mama, don’t worry. I’m a watch for snakes.
They’ll set you that a lover. But it’s hard today.
I got the letter that she sent me and I cryed for weeks.
This one came out when I tryed to speak.
All I heard was:

Chorus repeats

I see blodds and crips runnin up the hill.
Lookin for a better way.
My brothas and sistas it’s time to bail
Cuz even thug niggas pray.
Hopin God hear me.
I entered the game. Look how much I change.
I’m no longer innocent. Casualties of fame.
Made alot of money, seen alot of places.
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mamac12



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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’

No More Pain


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Intro: 2Pac

Hey DeVante
Nigga, don’tcha know we’re gonna sow up every bitch in the country
Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room
On the same level
This shit here, hahahaha
Please, no more pain
That’s right nigga
Hey drop that shit boy

Verse One: 2Pac

My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes
My lyrics explode on contact, gamin you hoes
Who else but Mama’s only son, fuck the phony niggaz I’m the one
Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire
when ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed
Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker
Plus all these niggaz that you run with, be on some dumb shit
Trick on the hoes, I ain’t the one bitch
Holla my name and witness game official, it’s so sick
Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick
Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
I’m movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis
Am I reachin your brain? Nigga how can I explain?
How vicious this Thug motherfucker came
When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name
Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with no more pain

Chorus: (interpretation of Method Man’s «Bring the Pain»)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain *variations*)

(repeat 4X)

Verse Two: 2Pac

Line up my adversaries, blast on sight, and fuck your boyfriend
Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo
Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the
sure you’ve heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh
Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast
I dare you niggaz to open fire, I’ll murder that ass
And d

The Realist Killaz


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(feat. 50 Cent)

Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 CentPac joint ready?
[gun cocking] Let me know, holla

[2Pac – from the song «Smile»]
There’s gon’ be some stuff you gon’ see
That’s gon’ make it hard to smile in the future

[50 Cent]
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Let’s go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo’ head bald (you PUSSY nigga!)
Tupac wear a bandana
You wan’ wear a bandana
Tupac put a cross on his back
You wanna put crosses on yo’ back
Nigga you ain’t Tupac – THIS Tupac!

[Verse One: 2Pac]
Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending
And since my life is based on sinnin, I’m hellbound
Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down
My game plan to be trained and, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary
Caught, I’ve been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus
Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us
Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody’s bitchin
Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike
Drop some shit, to any stupid bitches don’t fight

[Chorus: 50 Cent (2Pac)]
‘Til Makaveli returns, it’s All Eyez On Me
(What do we have here NOWWW?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that’s what it’s gon’ be
You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck with me
(What do we have here NOWWW?)

Niggaz Nature Remix


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[Lil’ Mo talking]

2Pac and Lil’ Mo…how gangsta is that?

one-two, be a nigga nature
ha ha ha

[verse 1]

No Need to Cry now, Go wipe your tears be a woman
Why you actin suprised? you saw the bullshit comin
Fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too
So why you bound to fuck with fake guys too
Ain’t nuthin hard about it
Why you lookin sad? shoulda thought about it
Say you learned, I truly doubt it
I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loser for love
Gettin freaky wit the thug niggaz up in the club
Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perrion
Knowin I got my cash getter, still I remain calm
Let you chill wit me,
Plus you was smiling till’ bed wishing
That’s what you get for tryin to dick with me
Missed me with that buy me this, buy me that syndrome shit
Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich
Gettin mad cause I curse, and I scream

Enemies With Me


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Young Thugs in this motherfucker
Don’t break up the fight, let ‘em rumble
Don’t make enemies with me
I Try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me

Some say my criminal experience is legendary
I do what’s necessary
Niggas wanna see me burried
Worried, if you coming hurried
I ain’t going down, fuck the world I’m a thug
Tell ‘em can’t nothing stop me but a slug
I went from drug dealing to a shot caller
From off the block, no longer rock
And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller
Bitch nigga I’m prepared to die, Before I fry
I hit the weed so I be forever high
My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee
I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed
Bitches don’t wanna see me leave, forever thugging
Tell ‘em bury me a G on everything I love
And fuck the law ‘cause the raw niggas ain’t free
This picture’s clear but we can’t see, hahaha
This game is jealousy, Don’t let ‘em change
That’s what they keep on telling me, motherfuck the fame
I can’t sleep ‘cause I keep hearing peeps
? wrapped in my sheets

Don’t make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me
Rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don’t make enemies with me, nigga
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me
Fuck with these other other little Gs
Don’t make enemies with me

[Mutah with K-Dogg in ()]

The game is getting deeper with this I couldn’t stop, I’m reminising
And having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing
(Wish in my heart, these niggas they

How Do You Want It


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Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo

How do you want it? How does it feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I’m for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I’m for real

Verse One: 2Pac

Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin it so bad I’m bout to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can’t even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin
Body talkin shit to me but I can’t comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here’s your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
Forgive me i’m a rider, still I’m just a simple man
All I want is money, fuck the fame I’m a simple man
Mr. International, playa with the passport
Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for
It’s either him or me — champagne, Hennessey
A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
Puff some mo’ weed, funk, ya don’t need
Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I’ve been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it
(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah)


Verse Two: 2Pac

Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor it’s like erotic, ironic
cause I’m somewhat psychotic
I’m hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster,