2-PAC
Artist: 2Pac
Album: All Eyez On Me
Song: All Eyez On Me
(Tupac Talking)
Big Syke, Noop, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv
Y'all know how this shit go (you know)
All Eyez On Me
Muthafucka, Legit
Roll up in the club and shit
All Eyez On Me
All Eyez On Me
But you know what
(Tupac)
I bet you got it twisted
you don't know who to trust
So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it
Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin'
Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me
I got a cariban of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting mutha-fuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez
Cuz all I want is cash and thangs,
a five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh
Bitches pursue me like a dream,
been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems
My main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks
screaming Thug Life every time they pass
All Eyez on Me
(Chorus -- Tupac)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
(Syke talking)
Heeyyy, to my nigga Pac
(Syke)
So much trouble in the world, nigga
can't nobody feel your pain
The world changing everyday
times moving faaast
My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last?
I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip
I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless
Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I'm taking off on the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek
Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks
Like a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin'
It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin'
Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion
nine and four shit is handling my business nigga keep on coastin'
where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie
steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me
It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit
It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit
what can I do, what can I say, is there another way ?
Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free
niggas can't stand me
All Eyez on Me
(Chorus -- Tupac)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
(Tupac)
The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities
Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile
calling big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers, Fuck the law
Bitches I fuck with a passion, livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came
I live my life as a Thug nigga
untill the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa
cuz we be getting high
These niggas got me tossin' shit
I put the top down now its time to floss my shit
Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer
Up in the Benz burning rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket
Get your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it
All eyez on Me
(Chorus -- Tupac)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All eyez on me
(Tupac talking)
Pay attention my niggas
see how that shit go
gonna walk up in this muthafucka
and its gonna be like "bing"
Cowards
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (Bitches)
cuz we be getting high
Every mutha fuckin' way
I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga
You know
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
All Eyez on me
Its like, what they think I'm walking around with some keys in my pocket
or something
All Eyez on me
They think I'm going back to jail
they really on that dope
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching)
(I know y'all got me in the scopes)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby)
We be getting high
(Y'all got me under surveillance)
All eyez on Me
But I'm known
Artist: 2Pac w/ K-Ci, JoJo
Album: All Eyez on Me
Song: How Do You Want It
[KC and JoJo of Jodeci] 2X
How do you want it
How do you feel
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
i'm for real
(Tupac)
Love tha way you agrivate your hips
and push your ass out
gotta nigga wantin'
it's so bad
i'm about to pass out
wanna dig you
and I can't even lie about it
baby just eleviate your cloths
time to fly up out it
catch you at a club
oh shit, you got me fiendin'
body talken shit to me
but I can't comprehend the meaning
now if ya wanna roll with me
then here's ya chance
doin 80 on tha freeway
wait police, catch me if they can
forgive me i'm a ridah
still i'm just a simple man
all I want is money
fuck tha fame
i'm a simple man
Mr. International
Playa with tha passport
just like a ladder bitch
get you anything you ask for
it's either him or me
champagne, Hennessy
a favorite of my homies
when we floss on our enemies
witness as we creep to a low speed
peep what a ho need
puff some more weed
funk, ya don't need
approachin' hochies with a passion
been a long day
but i've been drivin' by attraction
in a strong way
your body is bangin'
baby I love it when ya flaunt it
time to give it to daddy nigga
now tell me how you want it...
[KC and JoJo] 2X
How do you want it
How does it feel
Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
i'm for real
(Tupac)
Tell me is it cool to fuck ?
you think I come to talk
am I a fool or what ?
positions on tha floor
it's like erotic
ironic
cause i'm somewhat psychotic
i'm hitten' switches on bitches
like i been fixed with hydraulics
up and down like a roller coaster
come up beside ya
I ain't quitin' till tha show is over
cause i'm a ridah
in and out just like a robbery
i'll probably be a freak
and let you get ontop of me
get her rockin' these
nights full of Alazhay
a livin' legend
you ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days
Deloris Tucker
you's a muthafucker
instead of tryin' to help a nigga
you destroy a brotha
worst than tha others
Bill Clinton
Mr. Bob Dole
You too old to understand tha way tha game is told
your lame
so I gotta hit you with tha high facts
won't someone listen ?
makin' millions
niggas top that
they wanna censor me
they ratha see me in a cell
livin' in hell
with only a few of us to live to tell
now everybody talken about us
I could give a fuck
I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it.....
[KC and JoJo] 2X
How do you want it
How do you feel
Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game
I'm livin' in tha fast lane
i'm for real
(Tupac)
Raised as a youth
tell truth
I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof
cause I jump on tha roof
before I was a teenager
mobile phone
Skypager
game rules
i'm livin' major
my advasaries
is lookin' worried
they paranoid of getten' buried
one of us gonna see tha cemetary
My only hope is survive
If I wish to stay alive
getten' high
see tha demons in my eyes
before I die
I wanna live my life and ball
make a couple million
and then i'm chillin'
fade'm all
these taxs for me crossed up
with people tryin' ta sue me
media is in my business
and they actin' like they know me
but i'ma mash out
peel out
i'm murder quick
that's with the whip'n fucken steel out
yeah nigga, it's some new shit
so better get up on it
When ya see me
tell a nigga how ya want it
How do you want it ?
[KC and JoJo] 8X
How do you want it
How does it feel
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
i'm for real
Artist: 2Pac / Dr. Dre
Album: All Eyez on Me
Song: California Love
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 now rallies are 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 Longbeach to Rosecrans
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
Artist: 2Pac
Album: How Do U Want It 12"
Song: Hit 'Em Up
Intro: Tupac
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)
Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...
Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!
Verse Two:
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up
Chorus
Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up
Verse Four:
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse Four:
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up
Outro: Tupac
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they
motherfuckers back, you know how it is
When we drop records they feel it
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes*
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