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Album - Strictly
4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z...
Release Date
- 1993
HOLLER
IF YOU HEAR ME
(Talking)
Ah yeah, uh, uh, holler if ya hear me, uh, yeah
(Verse one)
Here we go
Turn it up
Let's start
From block to block
We're snatchin' hearts
And jackin' marks
And tha punk police can't fade me
And maybe
We can have peace someday, G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin' down the battel of my 9
Get up
'Cause it's time to make the pay back phat
To my brothers on the block
Better stay strapped, black
And accept no substitutes
I bring thruth to the youth tear the roof off the old school
Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek
In case you can't see us while we burn the other week
Now we gotta make it smash
Blast
How long will it last?
Till the broke get more cash
Until then
Raise up
Tell my young black males
Blaze up
Life's a mess, don't stress
Test
I'm givin' what we pay for that you're livin'
Much love to my brothers in the pen
See ya when I free ya
If not, when they shut me in
Once again, is there no one else strapped?
Keep ya hands on ya gat
Now ya boys watch ya back
'Cause in the alleys of Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel me
See it clearly?
You're too near me
(Chorus)
(Verse two)
Pump ya fists like this
Holler if ya hear me
(pump, pump) If ya pissed
To the sell-outs livin' it up
One way or another you'll be givin' it out
I guess 'cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs and get capped on
But it's time for the new plan, bam
I'll be swingin' like a one man clan
Here we go
Turn it up
Don't stop
To my homies on the block
Gettin' dropped by cops
I'm still around for ya
Keepin' my sound
Underground for ya
And I'ma throw a change up
Quayle, like you've never brought my name up
Now my homies in the backstreets
The blackstreets
They fear me when they're rollin' in they phat Jeeps
This ain't just a rap song
A black song
Tellin' all my brothers, get their strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin' to the other brother's bubble
(Chorus)
(Verse three)
Will I quit?
Will I quit?
They're claimin' that I'm violent
But still I kick
Representin'
Never guve up on a good thing
Wouldn't stop it if we could
It's a hood thing
And now I'm like a major threat
'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
Bring the noise
To all my boys
Know the real from the bustas
And the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me
Holler if ya hear me
Learn to survive in the nine-three
I make crime pay
I was in crime pay
Whatever it takes to make a stand
'Cause nobody else'll give a damn
So we live like a caged beasts
Waitin' for the day to let the rage free
Still me, till they kill me
I love it when they fear me
Holler if ya hear me
(Chorus)
PAC'S
THEME (interlude)
PAC'S THEME
~Statements variously said throughout song.~
I was raised in this society so there's no way
you can expect me to be a perfect person cuz I'm a do what I'm a do.
(I am still thirsty) - Arrested Development
(There is absolutly no reason for a record like this to be published.
It has no place in our society.) - Dan Quayle
(They gotta understand me)
(Withdraw on this record) - Dan Quayle
That's how I feel I'm a do whatever I like. I am not a role model
POINT
THE FINGA
You could get the finger
Come and get some!!
The middle.
Aaaww yeah!
They love to point the finger.
Boom!Boom!Boom! on your black ass, bitch.
-Chorus repeats-
I thought I hit rock bottom,
Then my album point the finger.
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer.
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops.
I brought proof that the niggas need guns too.
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this.
Wouldn't you if we could trace places.
I got lynch spots from the cops.
And till this day, the same motha fucka on the beats gettin major pay.
But when I get my techa-techa techs out.
So, we prayin for these pigs to knock the blacks out.
Ain't that a bitch.
Some officers'll get rich.
Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for their shit.
As far as jealousy, being a celebrity,
No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me.
And the media is greedier than most.
You could sell em your soul and they'll be on ya till a nigga's a ghost.
And everyday I read the paper, there's another lie.
They show my picture for the crimes of another guy.
Now how's that for the life of a big shot.
A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot.
I play them funky ass marks in the park
By tryin to earn their stripes in the dark.
Just cuz I come here, don't mean I from here.
Peep.
Only jealous motha fucka beef.
Point the finger.
-Chorus repeats-
As I run up on a mad man, a nut case with a screw loose.
A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies.
Niggas run to me.
Don't come to me with beef.
Take your jewels and your jeep.
Boom! Boom!, let that ass sleep.
It's gettin hectic.
Niggas run quick.
Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit.
All you niggas on the block tryin to test me,
Best wear a vest so I could open like I'm sesame.
I'll run up on your man deep.
While your tryin to sleep, I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets.
Wake up.
Motha fucka, don't stutter.
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter.
Yeah.
Give me mine, give me mine, give me mine.
Made my rhymes, now I'm back here bustin 9's.
And brothas can't get none. Hell no.
A quick fury and he's bury with a swell jaw.
I came in from the amateurs to pro hits.
And 5-0, so you know I take no shit.
And everybody wants to kill a bringer.
I'm bad news so they choose,
To point the finger.
-Chorus repeats-
1,2,3.
Peace to the real Gs.
Stay mean till these motha fuckas kill me.
I bring skills and I been killin wills.
Smokin sess till I'm ill.
Still feel me?
I say 1,2,3.
Peace to the real Gs.
Still mean till these motha fuckas kill me.
Pick it up, pick it up, give it up.
Best to duck or get fucked for bucks.
Scream 1,2,3.
Peace to the real Gs.
Still mean till these motha fuckas kill me.
I can't give up.
It's a rap thang.
And I ain't goin back to the crack game.
You can do it son.
Be a man and stand up or run.
Bitches, let em point the finger.
You can do it son.
Be a man and stand up or run.
Snitches, let em point the finger.
Yo, 1,2,3.
Peace to the real Gs.
Still mean till these motha fuckas kill me.
I guess nobody loves a rap singer.
That's why these motha fuckas point the finger.
-Chorus repeats-
SOMETHING
2 DIE 4 (interlude)
(laughter
echoed)
I've changed...
You mothafuckas kill me
I've changed...
It ain't that i've changed
But it's strange how you mothafuckas rearrange
When I found fame
Point ya finger at tha bad guy
You know what my momma usta tell me
If ya can't find something ta live 4
Then you BEST, find something ta die 4
(eazy saying 'if there's hell below, we're all gonna
go'--this is all through out tha interlude)
Deep deep
La'tasha Hardings
Remember that name...
Cause a bottle of juice...
Ain't something 2 die 4
Young Quaid
Remember that name...
Cause all you mothafuckas
That go to your grave with that name on your brain
Cause jealousy and recklousness
Is NOT, something 2 die 4
All you Niggas out there
(echoed laughter)
Got a crack that crumbles
When I say all you Niggas (all you niggas)
Unite
One nigga, teach 2 niggas
4 niggas teach more niggas
All tha poor niggas
Tha penn niggas
Tha rich niggas
Tha strong niggas
UNITE
There's more of us than there is of them
Look around...
Check your strip
Deep deep
That's something 2 die 4
Black
That's something 2 live 4
What do I know?
LAST
WORDZ
(Talking)
Got any last words?
Yeah, I've got some last words
Once again it's on
Ice cube's in the
mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you love to hate
[ICE CUBE]
Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror
the paranoid, gots to get the boy
Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger
Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns
my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
Cause god damn its a brand new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
the nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fag
So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes
Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs
No yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for cars
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
[Ice T]
O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazy
a lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me
UHH, am I a G, I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof
with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up
[?Hit the mob dope?]
So whats up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot
Your moms crying fuck her bust her
Bitch start screaming to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha fuckin' Bobcat
Ninety three suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Got any last wordz
[Tupac]
Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas black
Sit back
Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker
[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same
Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained
That's why we burn shit and wreck
Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet
You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real nigga fall dead
Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What niggas need to do is start loc'in up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one nigga
But they can't take us alll
Let's get along with the Mexicans
And we can all have peace on the sets again
Imagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]
Keeping the smile off their white faces
I ain't racist but lets trade places
Trace the hate 'n face it
One nigga teach two niggas
three teach four niggas
And them niggas teach more niggas
And when we blast
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz
SOULJAH'S
REVENGE
Mr. Shakur,
can you please explain the meaning behind your
violent lyrics?
Explain tha meaning?? What tha fuck these niggas talkin
about...
(Sounds of running and sirens in background)
Damn...
Police!! Freeze!!.... I said FREEZE you miserable black
sonova bitch!
My attitude is shitty, my message to tha censorship comity
Who's tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city?
Tha critics are tha cops
Tha courts are tha crooks
Don't look so confused
Take a closer look
Niggas get they necks broke daily
Tryin' ta stay jail free
What tha fuck does Quayle know a young black males...
Please tell me
Message to tha censorship comity
Whos tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city
I pack a 9 milimeter cause I gottem liven hotter than tha
4th of July
If I gotta die, gotta
Momma told me 'Don't lett'em fade me...
Nigga don't lett'em make ya crazy'
Game is what she gave me
Gotta watch your back, strapped
Real niggas laugh back
If you get your ass taxed, swing your gat back
That's not tha way we made it
That's just tha way it is...
So I'm wrong, to spare a niggas kids??
I came up, my message to tha censorship commity
Who's tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city?
Cops pull me over
Check my plates
But i'm legal
Ya couldn't get me, figure 'FUCK with a niggas people'
They got me trapped, gat'd with tha mothafucken hammer back
Cops on my back, just cause i'm black, SNAP
Now i'm guilty?
Message to tha censorship comity
Who's tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city?
All you punk Police will never find peace on tha streets
Till' tha niggas get a piece
FUCK'EM
They kill ya to control ya
Or PAY
Top dollar for ya soul
Real niggas don't fold
Straight souljah
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a
piece...
Fuck tha police
And we're screamin fuck'em
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a
piece...
Fuck tha police
I hear ya...(fuck'em)
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a
piece...
Fuck tha police
I hear ya...(fuck'em)
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a
piece...
Fuck tha police
I hear ya...(fuck'em)
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a
piece...
Fuck tha police
I hear ya...(fuck'em)
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a
piece...
Fuck tha police
I hear ya...(fuck'em)
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a
piece...
Fuck tha police
Niggas screamin'...fuck'em
Mothafucken punk police
They think they run tha streets (I hear ya)
There's more niggas than there's police...
(I hear ya...)
One nigga
Teach 2 niggas
Teach 3 niggas
Teach 4 niggas (I hear ya...)
Teach more niggas
We would run this shit...
(I hear ya...)
They finally pulled me over and I laughed,
Remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass
[Song continues with this line above, repeated and
scratched upon]
SOULJAH...
PEEP
GAME
So what the
fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit.
Goody, goody, gumdrops.
Nigga, get your hoodie and your gun cocked.
Rock it till the drum stops.
Hip hop.
Even if my shit flip flop
It probably wouldn't stop.
Talk shit and get socked.
How ya hang em?
Know a realer nigga? You could bring him.
If I don't represent the shit,
I'll kick it.
We could sway him.
Huh. As if I know ya.
Then I could show ya.
But if I don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya.
So, so peep game
At point blank range.
The fame can't change what the game maintains.
Strange. Wind against the grain.
Aw shit. Flick or no flick I trips for no bitch.
Catch up on your pimpin.
I ain't simpin. I'm a dis her.
Couldn't be my sister if she actin like I missed her.
Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me.
Don't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can fade me.
I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't diesel.
But fuck wit Tupac and pop goes the weasel.
Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jack a motha fuckin real nigga cuz they jealous.
They do it for the fame.
Explain. Insane. What's in a name? What's in a name?
Peep game.
-Chorus repeats-
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style.
Put it together like a puzzle builder.
If Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' kill ya.
Killa Cali.
The state where they kill.
Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?
The bitches lookin funny.
Feel em at me. Feel em at me wit they minds on they heaven
Wit they .357.
-Where you at?
*On the freeway, deep in LA.
-OK, see you when get here loc.
*OK.
-Here I am. Here I am.
*Goddamn that was quick.
-Told ya I was comin. Who is that? Is that your woman?
*Na, that's just a hoochie looking for some juice.
-What's up my nigga? What ya know? A nigga got a little bigger.
That's all folks know.
Fat gold ropes.
Gotta keep a low key for my attack.
When I approach, I want the diamonds, the pearls.
The round the way girls.
Cuz baby got, baby got back out this world.
Would you give a fee? Never.
Fly like a feather.
Make more money than your father and your mother put together.
The game is to be sold, not to be told.
So buy it.
Can't afford it?
Low budget hoes gotta brother.
Peep game.
-Chorus repeats-
Don't sell out.
Get the hell out.
Cuz here I come.
Hit em with my bop gun.
They came and they blast.
We got witt they ass.
And oh, pop this vest and all the rest of that mess.
Comin through like Terminater 2.
Boost your crew cuz we ain't afraid of you.
You know what time it is wit me once the clock stike 3.
We goin coo-coo like Cocoa Puffs. Whooo eeii!!!
-Chorus repeats-
Time to get paid, time to get paid. Check.
Time to represent the west. On me: nuttin but a vest.
Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize.
First sucka jump, first sucka die.
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya.
Hard as a boulder.
Motha fuckin souja.
Boom bam boom!! It's a stick up.
Vice president Dan Quayle eat a dick up.
Peep game.
-Chorus repeats-
(Spoken by Tupac)
Punk motha fucka.
Fuck all those motha fuckas, they all can eat a motha fuckin dick up.
Word up. Fuck the police. I don't give a fuck.
Bobcat in this motha fucka boy.
Big up! Big up! To the criminals.
Fuck em.
~this is serious business.~
Yeah, microphone mafia.
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat.
93 shot.
Yeah nigga, bitch.
STRUGGLIN'
Verse One:
Live Squad
Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black man
Eatin the scams like I was motherfuckin Pac Man
Cops step off, you know the flavor
They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior
And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet
Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets
It's like a madness, fuck making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me
A little rough with a hardcore... theme
Couldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams
Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip
With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse
Representing YG'z yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino
Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin up spots and jumpin in Jags
Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin
And always keep a hand on the gat
Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin
Verse Two: Live Squad
I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglin
I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglin
I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker
But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it
Look as I cut the records hard to eject
A quick clip threw my body down uhh! it's another hit
I got energy to blast now you want the task here
Cuz of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up
But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin
Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept in
Eye on the Mac cause the dogg got it goin on
If you come up steppin you'll be lit like a hick
So you better chill, cause I got too much money to get
A street thug in the motherfuckin house, I'm strugglin
Get drunk but I don't think
I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch
When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch
Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin in a ditch
You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame
Cause I'm playing to win, and survive in the game
I'm strugglin
Verse Three: 2Pac
Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Ain't nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang
Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they back
Till I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall back
I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sleep
with a Mossberg wrapped in my seats
three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz
Strugglin and strivin, that's how the dough come
Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal
Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo
Much too high to read the signs, I'm blind
Clickin on the nine, out to get mine
I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom
Blowin motherfuckers to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin
See me on the block, strugglin
And rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass, blast
Straight strugglin
GUESS
WHO'S BACK
Drop the drums
here it comes
Only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts
Better press, wreck on your tek
Here we go, set passed on Moet
My trickery more slippery when wet
Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip
It'll kick, if the bass lines thick, it's a hit
Everybody's got a mic now, its like a hobby
But more like a job, cause bootleggers trying to rob me
And little man wants to be a rap star
Make papes, hit skins, and drive a phat car
It ain't easy, sleazy, even decieveing
No scheme believeing
No bitter [???]
[???]
Knock a pig to pick
so here's a stick to lick
I shoot to give
till there ain't nothing left
And if I find that the tracks sound def
I catch wreck till I lose my breath
Thats how it goes in the land of broke
I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough
Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why?
I stay high and try to stay high
Lifes a mess don't stress
test
[? I'm giving, won't think without 'cha living ?] bless
Guess who's back
coming back with the track supply
With Special Ed and Ak, coming right and attack
I'm fighting back, now snap, where they at
When its time to go to combat
Guess who's back
Yes I'm back
Tupac is back (4x)
Drop the drums here it comes
Only got one minute to bounce, and every second counts
I went from hustlin' big, to makin' hits
While some tricks
I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six
I pull my 'capes, on tapes to make
Lets trace the bass, to the tape
With the badest bass to date
I try to shake it, but the pace is hard to break
Thoughts I wait, cause they hate my black take
Yeah, its on, its back in the rap race
But if ya got a black face, its a rat race
I struggle to be rugged and raw dude
Trying to survive in the trials and lawsuits
Everybody wants to test me
WHY ME?
No lie, nothing tried when they try me
Giving up the roughness, justice
I'm a bust as I ripping up enough hits
And Guess who's back
No longer trapped
Cuz, I snapped on the ones that held me back
feeling contact
ride the track
get I grip as I flip
get a licking as I kick
Guess who's back
Yes I'm back
Tupac is back (4x)
REPRESENTIN'
'93
I got a head,
but it ain't no screws in it
(Verse one)
Roll up and get swoll up
Hold up
How ya gonna play me like a sunking dunking donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wrecked or get your motherfucking chin
checked
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland
Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open
Say you're looking for some real shit
Then catch a funkdified bitch
Like that
Oakland's on the map
Tupac is on the big screen striving
Gotta love a nigga for surviving
I wear a lot of old school jewels
Look how the fools ?, oh
Stop lookin' at me hard 'cause you're buffer
But I'll just buck when bigger motherfuckers
Turning men to suckers
Niggas wanna start a little rukus
Better duck 'cause I'll be poundin' them motherfucker
They wanna throw their hands up
That's tight
Hit 'em with my eight
Never had shit left, right
Then hit 'em with the uppercut
Duck quick
Shit outta luck
Fucked and stuck with that rough shit
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio
Do you hear me, though?
Give a holler to my niggas in the pen
And my murderous partners with their Mac 10s
I represent the real 'cause I'm ill, G
Glock cocked and then they kill me
I'm representing
(Chorus)
(Verse two)
Peace to Redman, Treach, Vin Rock, KayGee the great one
Mary J. Blige, Pete Rock and sure you're late son
Heavy D, CL Smooth and Queen Latifah
Too Short, Tony! Toni! Toné! they all ?
And
The special motherfucker Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest
And Jungle Brothers, Das EFX, EPMD and Ice Cube
House Of Pain, funky blunted ass white dudes
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas
Digital Underground, my real niggas
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion
Wickeder than most men, Spice 1 and Pooh Man
TLC, Eric B. rocking, then Scarface
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin' the scars bass
Thoro Headz, ?, The Click
E-40, The Governor and Richie Rich
Young Guns in the house pumpin' flava
?, DJ Ditch for their behavior
Off the head, my freestyle flow
Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know
I'm strictly representin'
(Chrorus)
(Talking)
One motherfucker, two motherfucker, three motherfucker
Damn, who did I forget?
(Verse three)
I'm a soldier
Daddy was a soldier
Strong in the struggle
Must be contend so it's on
Raised in a house full of bad motherfuckers
Mad motherfuckers
Never had so we grab from the stacked motherfuckers
Now they know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed ass well paid O.G.s
Ah shit
Pulled up in a Benzy, snatch
The wheel as I peel out
Carch a cop's tail
Rock shells hit
Raise a fist so they know to make a hit
Can I flip it?
I may get wicked as I rip it
To get specific, if the shoe fits, then kick it
It's for the gifted
Pump your fist if you with it
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit
Now they wanna maime me (told ya)
All I wanted to be was a soldier
Bang bang boogie, it's a stick up
Quit now, nigga, eat a dick up
I'm representing
KEEP YA
HEAD UP
Little
somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne
Verse One:
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
Chorus
Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooo child things are gonna get brighter (2x)
Verse Two:
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
it ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up
Chorus
Verse Three:
And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten older and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin Benz
I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up
STRICTLY
4 MY NIGGAZ
(Talking) Yo law
Is it cool for a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah, Mr. Fuck A Cop is back and I still don't give a fuck, you know what
I'm saying?
Guess who's back?
Guess who's back?
Guess who's back?
(Verse one)
I was framed
So don't make the same mistake, nigga
You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga
'Cause the police love to break a nigga
Send 'em upsate 'cause they straight up hate the niggas
So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggas
Straight fools into rules and do niggas
And one time had enough of me
I'm still raw so the law can't fuck with me
They wanna send me to the pen, punk, picture that
I stay strapped motherfuckers better your gat
It ain't easy being me, I can't take it
Life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it
And ever since the movie
These hoes try to do me
If they can't screw me
They find a way to sue me
Now can you picture me cooling at a night club?
Something for love, but motherfuckers want a Beemer
Since I wear a lot of gold
They plot
Don't know what I got if you shot
With the hot ones
And ah yeah, I wanna feel guilty
But you punk motherfuckers tried to milk me
You'll get stacked behind the hill
With my phone or my pager
Just beat me while I cut you with my razor
I'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervous
I've got no mercy for these niggas trying to serve us
But if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm got
You love to shoot a nigga but you scared to pop a cop
Now drop
(Chorus)
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my niggas making Gs
(Verse two)
Reflected and disrespected
Why so rejected?
Our just another rapper
Who swears he's making records
That's what they'd said
Whenever I would walk by
I never tripped, though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually, I knew that I would find my way
After the darkest night always comes a brighter day
And some will say
That turned away is all you'll get
I just say "bet"
And never let 'em see me sweat
'Cause in the end
I knew that I would have it all
While non-believers were praying for my downfall
And some would call and tell me that they wish me well
But in heart, I'm knowing that they wish me hell
Yo, get a real job, rapping doesn't pay the rent
I hate the studio 'cause that's where all my money went
Never surrender, it's all about the faith you got
Don't ever stop, just push it till you hit the top
And if you drop, at least you know you gave your all
Be true to you, and that way you can never fall
But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke
Just like a rope, they hang on you until you're broke
And when you're broke, they move onto the next dope
And there you are, can't even pay your car, nope
And when you remnisce thinking how you got dissed
Remember how it felt and do remember this
Be true to you
For me that there's no one bigger
'Cause they can all suck dick
'Cause strictly for my niggas
(Chorus)
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my niggas making Gs
(Verse three)
This is for the critics if you live up
Pick up my shit or I'll be back doing stick ups
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, Tupac will cop the glock and come knocking and get cha
I told you once muthafucker hold the nut
Play me like a butt and you'll be bleeding when you're fucked
Niggas know what's up but they be trying to hold me down
I'm comin outta Oaktown, bitch fuck around
And it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore
Nigga, it's the way you throw the ? in the war
And to the marks that be talking all that shit
Screaming out the next nigga's name like a bitch
And the niggas that I ran into recently
The motherfuckers at the club that pulled the piece on me
You little bitches should've pulled the fucking trigga
Now you live in fear of a heartless ass nigga
Mr. Troublesome
Niggas tried to play me with the gat
But like Terminator, nigga, I'll be back
And I'll be back with a fucking army
You tried to harm me (bring me along G)
'Cause most motherfuckers try to act up without their back-up
When they get jacked up they crack up
It's strictly for my niggas at the show
So they know not to play me like a hoe
Strictly for my
(Chorus)
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas (strictly for my)
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my niggas making Gs
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas (strictly for my)
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my niggas making Gs
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my niggas making Gs
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my
Strictly for my niggas making Gs
etc.
THE
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
hopin' 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
Chorus
Verse Three:
And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten older and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin Benz
I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up
I GET
AROUND
[Tupac]
Oh, Yeah...
I Get Around...
Still clownin' with the Underground
where we come around
Stronger than ever...
Back to get freck,
All respect to those who break their neck
To keep their hos in check
'Cuz, oh, they sweat up rather majorly
And I don't know why your girl keeps paging me.
She tell me that she needs me
Cries when she leaves me
And every time she sees me she squeeze me.
Lady take it easy...
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me,
I don't want it if it's that easy.
And yo bus' it, baby got a problem saying bye bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy.
You ask why... don't matter
My pockets got fatter,
now everybody's looking for the ladder.
And ain't no need in be greedy,
If you wanna see me
try a beeper number baby when you need me.
And I'll be there in a jiffy..
Don't be picky. Just be happy with this quicky...
But when you learn, you can't tie me down
Baby doll... check it out...
I get around..
(Round and round)
The Underground just don't stop for hos
I get around.
Hey yo Shock, let them hos know...
[Shock G]
Now you can tell from my everday fits, I ain't rich
So cease and desist with them tricks (Tricks)
I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (Mix)
Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.
(A dime and a nickel)
Just 'cuz I'm a freak
don't mean that we could hit the sheets
Baby, I can see that you don't recognize me.
I'm Shock-G, the one who put the satin on your panties
Never knew a hooker that could sham me.
I get around.
[Money B]
What's up love, how you doin'? (All right)
Well I've been hangin' sangin, tryin' to do my thang
Oh, you heard that I was bangin'
Your home girl you went to school with
That's cool, but did she tell you about her sister
and your cousin thought I wasn't
See, weekends were made for Michelob
But it's a Monday, my day,
So just let me hit it, yo
And don't mistake me for a clown
We can keep in the down low long as you know
That I get around.
(Round and round)
[Tupac]
2Pac in the town don't stop for ho's
I get around.
Why ain call you (hahaha.. please)
Fingertips on the hip says I tip
Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip
Loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip,
I love the way she licks her lips
See me jockin',
put a little twist in her hips
'cuz I'm watchin'
Conversations on the phone
'til the break of dawn,
Now we all alone, why the lights on?
Turn 'em off, time to set it off
Get you wet 'n' soft,
Something's on your mind, let it off.
You don't know me,
You just met me,
You won't let me,
Well if I couldn't have it, (silly rabbit)
Why you sweat me?
It's a lot of real G's doin' time
'Cuz a groupy bit the trooper told a lie.
You picked the wrong guy,
baby if you're too fly
You need to hit the dough,
search for a new guy.
'Cuz I only got one night in town,
Break down and be clown,
Baby doll and you down,
I get around
(Round and round)
PAPA'Z
SONG
Daddy's
Home...
[Tupac speaking]
So...you say that like it means somethin to me
You've been gone a mighty long muthafuckin time
for you to be comin home talkin that 'daddy's home' shit
We been getting along fine just without you
Me, my brother, and my mother
So if you don't mind, you can step the fuck off, pops
Fuck you!
(Tupac)
Had to play catch by myself
what a sorry sight
A pitiful plight
so I pray for a starry night
Please send me a pops before puberty
the things I would do to see a piece of family unity
Moms always work, I barely see her
I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her
It's a wonder they don't understand kids today
so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way
And I hope that he answers me
I heard, guns unlike people
take a look at my family
a different father every weekend
before we get to meet him they breakup before the week ends
I'm gettin sick of all the friendships
As soon as we kick it he done split and then [uhh] shit ends quick
How can I be a man if there's no role model
Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle
I'm so sorry...
(Chorus)
I'm so sorry
for all this time
for all this time
for all this time
(Wycked)
Moms had to entertain many men
didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again
I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother
moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father
Shall I stay or run away
tell me tha answer
moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer
Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff
moms was tough cause it's poppa wasn't man enough
couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities
instead of takin care of me
he'd rather live lavishly
That's why I'll never be a father
unless you got the time
it's a crime
don't even bother
That's when I started hatin the phony smiles
said I was an only child
[look at mama's lonely smile]
It's hard for a son to see his mother cry
She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys
(Chorus x2)
I'm so sorry
for all this time
for all this time
for all this time
(Tupac)
Man child in the promised land
could afford many ???
moms was there only when pops was a no-show
and Oh
I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong
lookin kinda pale was it the ale that pops was wrong
Where was the money that you sent you would send me
talked on the phone and ya sounded so friendly
Ask about school and my welfare
but it's clear, you ain't sincere
hey, who the hell cares
You think I'm blind but this time I see ya comin, Jack
You grabbed your coat, leathers broke
now ain't no runnin back
Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start
Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart
So don't even start with that 'wanna be your father' shit
don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it
I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G
Now that I finally found you,
stay the Fuck away from me
I'm so sorry...
(Chorus x2)
I'm so sorry
for all this time
for all this time
for all this time
(Tupac voiceover)
I never meant to leave but I was wanted
lost too many people every house ?of which was haunted?
had to watch the strangers
every brother was in danger
If I was to keep you breathin had to have you out of range
Had to move one to lost my name to beat the number
maybe watch my back I had no happy home to run to
Maybe it's my fault for being a father living fast
But livin slow, we'd have no dough ????
??? showed me it was wrong all along
I wanted to make some dough so you could grow to be so strong
It took a little longer than I thought
I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts
Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand
all I ever wanted was for you to be a man
and grow to be the type you was meant to be
Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me
I'm so sorry...
(Chorus repeated till end)
I'm so sorry
for all this time
for all this time
for all this time
5 DEADLY
VENOMZ
(Tupac
talking)
(Laughs) We're going platinum nigga, we going platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We get my nigga Treach from Naughty By Nature up in this motherfucker
My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker
(2PAC - verse one)
My mossberg goes boom, gimmie room, can I catch it?
Talking quick and then I vic just trying to keep from getting blasted
I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards
Booyaa, turned a snitch into a casket
Now they're after me, prowling for a nigga's bucks
Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts
Buck, buck, big up and living reckless
Niggas with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet this
Yeah, this shit is hyper
Two to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viper
I got my mind made up, I got my nine
Ring the alarm and strong arm must run
Some niggas need to feel me with a passion
I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted
With five deadly venoms
(Treach - verse two)
We come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn
To the onyx of your nose, punk is funky like a skunk blunts
Stunk like a funk cunt
I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route
And if another doubts I blow your fuckin' mother out
And that's the street scarred style
I shout I'm the MC with the nasty mouth and kick the bitch out
Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya, oh boy yeah
Plus my style's ten to 20 fucking pounds more
I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya picking shit
Picking pockets with a razor stopping Russian rockets
Not shoplift, I'm lifting shop
Once you sound hot, 'cause if you ain't a perfect ten
My sign is stop
It's 20 mother crooked fucking styles in 'em
Like women I did 'em I'm in for deadly ready venom
(Majesty - verse three)
Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, big mad
To put it on, can't none come tougher
See I'm down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom
Breaking 'em down, I make 'em see their doom
Coming straight from the dome where I roam
It's a job to rob and steal and runnin' from the coppers
Who hold a, boulder, turn the gun controller
Started from a punk now to be a high roller
Youngest, reckless, crazy, disaster
Mac 11 blaster and I run faster
Than a lot of cops I can't be stopped till my head gets popped
A lot of fucking bodies will drop
It's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood splatter
I make you scatter, leaving trails of brains and bladders
Blowing 'em out the frame with no shame
Game tight, drop a body then get out of sight
Count my loot after I shoot, leave my kicks up
And it's something I don't wanna don't wanna do, something that I never
did
I try to get him, I think I hit 'em, I lit him
He's out, a poison, a deadly venom
(Stretch - verse four)
Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip top
The psycho, represent the real to take the mic flow
Deadly, rock a head, G, check the melody
Niggas can't touch me when I wrecking, G, you better flee
'Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a 44 Mag
So nigga flip or take a trip in a body bag
Boom, you slipped up, now you're zipped up
Yeah, one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up
No joke, you be yolk, no matter how it sound
We're taking over eight niggas back to the stomping grounds
Line 'em up single file, dome running in 'em
A nigga hit 'em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom
(2PAC - verse five)
Five deadly venoms verse five be the livest
Struggling and strive, keep a nine in my waistline
Take mine, you better bury me, G
Punk ass niggas don't even worry me, see
I got a glock that says Pac run the block
Fuck the cops 'cause my gauge gets me, paid
As I sit and reminisce about the old days
Hugging on my AK, fuck getting played, hey
I say niggas need to get their minds right
Until they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tight
Now it's on, everday could be my last day
That's why I blast on their ass as I past let the glass spray
First you had a mouth full of fronts
Now your mouth's full of chunks, Pac's out puffing blunts
Deadly venoms
(Apache - verse six)
Throw up your middle finger
Start the track for the maniac
Only thing I'm givin' out is black donuts and dirty backs
Let me tell you how rough I get
I pop shit behind your back, get in your face and pop the same shit
You can't get in because my gate's bigger, I'ma snake nigga
My act guards me so hard I pull the fucking trigger
I'm a section to clinch your Porche is like a pinch
Test a rhyme I'll knock your hairline back an inch
Fucking up pooh butts, cut 'em like cold cuts
Choke 'em with my boot lace, then leave 'em hangin like old nuts
Clip up and move out, time to get 'em
That's the results of fucking with the fifth venom in denim
(Stretch talking) Yeah, you know what I'm saying? Five
motherfucking deadly venoms, in effect for '93, '94, '95, all that other
shit We taking this motherfucker over this larger hit, you know what I'm
saying? Follow us, come along, you know what I'm saying? Follow us, come
along, you know what I'm saying? We taking this motherfucker over, trust,
we out
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