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2Pac-ის პირველ ალბომში “2Pacalypse Now” შესული სიმღერების ტექსტი და ვიდეო

2Pac-ის პირველ ალბომში “2Pacalypse Now” შესული სიმღერების ტექსტი და ვიდეო

“Young Black Male”

(“Hard like an erection…” — Ed O.G.) Young black male!
(“Hard like an erection…”)
(“…ain’t shit to fool with” — Ice Cube)
(“Hard like an erection…”) Young black male!
(“…ain’t shit to fool with”)
[runs backwards] Young black male!

[2Pac] Yes niggaz… yes niggaz… yes niggaz

Young black male!
(“Hard like an erection…”) Young black male!
(“Hard like an erection…”) (“…ain’t shit to fool with”)
(“Hard like an erection…”) Young black male!
(“Hard like an erection…”) (“…ain’t shit to fool with”)

[2Pac] Go nigga, go!!

[Verse One:]

Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
and stacking much mail
I’m packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack
and fuck goin to jail
Cuz I ain’t equipped to stop how I look
I don’t sell ya-yo
They teachin a brother like I was in books
Follow me into a flow
I’m sure you know, which way to go
I’m hittin em out of the dopes
So slip on the slope, let’s skip on the flow
I’m fuckin the sluts and hoes
The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes
The gimminy jimminy grows
Then whaddya know, it’s off with some clothes
Rowd when the crowd says hoe
That let’s me know, they know I can flow
Love when they come to my shows
I get up and go, with skins before
When I’m collecting my dough
I never respect, the one that I back
The quicker the nigga can rap
The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat
What kind of style is that?
The style of a mack, and ready to jack
I rendered up piles of black
The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
I hate it when real nigga bust
They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust
I had enough of the fuss
I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must
They gave me a charge for sales
For selling the tales… of young black males

Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz

Ay nigga you can’t handle that shit!
Pass that man!

Hit that shit, that’s the shit!

It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma

We ain’t nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz
Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga!
You ain’t givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker
Fuck St. Ide’s it’s an Old E thing baby
Strictly some of that Hennesee

Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it?

Fuck you capo. You ain’t in baby.

I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking
all that shit, when I come back, OK?
We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back

YOUNG BLACK MALE!

“Trapped”

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought
Nine millimeter kickin’ thinking about what tha streets do
to me
Cause they never talk peace in tha black community
All we know is violence, do tha job in silence
Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn
Niggas commin’ out worse offthan when they went in
Over tha years I done alot of growin’ up
Getten drunk thrown’ up
Cuffed up
Then I said I had enough
There must be another route, way out
To money and fame, I changed my name
And played a different game
Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho
And when I gettem
I’ll hittem with tha bum rush
Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed
Yo, if your smart you’ll really let me go ‘G’
But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi
They got me trapped….

[Chorus]

(Uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
They got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(Uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)

They got me trapped
Can barely walk tha city streets
Without a cop harrassing me, searching me
Then asking my identity
Hands up, throw me up against tha wall
Didn’t do a thing at all
I’m tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall
Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete
Coppers try to kill me
But they didn’t know this was tha wrong street
Bang bang, down another casualty
But it’s a cop who’s shot there’s brutality
Who do you blame?
It’s a shame because tha mans slain
He got caught in tha chains of his own game
How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me
Sweated me, hunted me
Trapped in my own community
One day i’m gonna bust
Blow up on this society
Why did ya lie to me ?
I couldn’t find a trace of equality
Work me like a slave while they laid back
Homie don’t play that
It’s time I lett’em suffer tha payback
I’m tryin to avoid physical contact
I can’t hold back, it’s time to attack jack
They got me trapped

[Chorus]

(Uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)

Now i’m trapped and want to find a getaway
All I need is a ‘G’ and somewhere safe to stay
Can’t use tha phone
Cause i’m sure someone is tappin in
Did it before
Ain’t scared to use my gat again
I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant
But now he’s tha devils friend
Too late to be tellin’ him
He shot first and i’ll be damned if I run away
Homie is done away I should of put my gun away
I wasn’t thinkin’ all I heard was tha ridicule
Girlies was laughin’, Tup sayin “Damn homies is dissin you”
I fired my weapon
Started steppin’ in tha hurricane
I got shot so I dropped
Feelin’ a burst of pain
Got to my feet
Couldn’t see nothin’ but bloody blood
Now i’m a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer
Ran through an alley
Still lookin’ for my getaway
Coppers said Freeze, or you’ll be dead today
Trapped in a corner
Dark and I couldn’t see tha light
Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life
What do I do ?
Live my life in a prison cell
I’d rather die than be trapped in a living hell
They got me trapped

[Chorus]

(Uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
They got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped

“Soulja’s Story”

[repeat softly 2X in the background] All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

[audible after ‘Pac says the word “welfare”] [‘Pac talking as ‘Soulja’] They cuttin off welfare..
They think crime is risin now
You got whites killin blacks,
cops killin blacks, and blacks killin blacks
Shit just gon’ get worse
They just gon’ become souljas
Straight souljas

[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

[2Pac as ‘Soulja’] Crack done took a part of my family tree
My mom is on the shit, my daddy’s splittin, mom is steady blamin me
Is it my fault, just cause I’m a young black male?
Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin crack sales
Only fifteen and got problems
Cops on my tail, so I bail til I dodge ‘em
They finally pull me over and I laugh
“Remember Rodney King?” and I blast on his punk ass
Now I got a murder case..
.. you speak of heaven punk? I never heard of the place
Wanted to come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask
Duckin fuckin ‘Task’, now who’s the jack-ass?
Keep my shit cocked, cause the cops got a glock too
What the fuck would you do – drop them or let ‘em drop you?
I chose droppin the cop
I got me a glock, and a glock for the niggaz on my block
Momma tried to stab me, I moved out
Sold a pound a weed, made G’s, bought a new house
I’m only seventeen, I’m the new kid
Got me a crew, bought ‘em jewels, and a Uz’-thick
But all good things don’t last
‘Task’ came fast, and busted my black ass
Coolin in the pen, where the good’s kept
Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps
A soulja

[Chorus] [2Pac] Buck, buck – niggaz get fucked, don’t step to this
Quiet as kept I’m blessed on a quest with a death wish
Tell ‘em to come and test, and arrest, nigga it’s hectic
Here’s the anorexic, I’m makin it to an exit
Walkin through the streets on the black tip
Packed with several gats, cause I’m on some “pay ‘em back” shit
Niggaz don’t wanna try me, brother you’ll get shot down
Now I’m king of the block, since my bigger brother’s locked down
I’m hot now, so many punk police have got shot down
Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now
That’s what I call a kingpin
Send my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing
Tellin him just be ready set
Pack ya shit up quick; and when I hit, be prepared to jet
Niggaz from the block on the boat now
Every single one got a gun, that’ll smoke – pow!
These punks about to get hit by the best
I’m wearin double vest.. so aim at my fuckin chest
I’ll be makin straight dome calls
Touch the button on the wall, you’ll be pickin up your own balls
I can still hear my mother shout..
“Hit the pig nigga, break your bigger brother out”
I got a message for the warden
I’m comin for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gorden
We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y’all
A crazy motherfucker makin death calls
Just bring me my brother and we leavin
For every minute you stall, one of y’all bleedin..
They brought my brother in a jiffy
I took a cop, just in case things got tricky
And just as we was walkin out (BANG!)
I caught a bullet in the head, the screams never left my mouth
My brother caught a bullet too
I think he gon’ pull through, he deserve to
The fast life ain’t everything they told ya
Never get much older, following the tracks of a soulja

[Chorus] [Chorus: softly in background 0.5X] [‘Pac speaking over background] Straight soulja, 1993, and forward..

“I Don’t Give A Fuck”

I don’t give a fuck
They done push me to the limit I’m all in
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I’m in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he’s jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life ‘G’
Gotta step lightly cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don’t wanna stop at the brother man
But then they’ll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mother-fuckin’ dope man
The Grammy’s and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can’t understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they’re be days like this
But I’m pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain’t goin’ nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cause this is the day we make ‘em pay
Fuck bailin’ hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There’ll be another nigga bigger
from the mother-fuckin’ underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin’ tick and I’m sick of the bullshit
You’re watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn’t last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who’s that behind the trigger?
Who’d do your figure!?
A mother-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don’t give a fuck

Niggas!, isn’t just the blacks
also a gang of mother-fuckers dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who’s the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin’ nigga and a beat walkin’ nigga with a badge
I had to shoot you and the pass for the blast take his cash
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
And that’s just his luck
Cause a nigga like me
don’t really give a fuck

Walked in the store what’s everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mother fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain’t this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who’s the mac in fact who’s the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he’s getting over
I bust a move as smooth as Casanova
And count another quick meal
I’m getting paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you’ll find a rhyme
AS strong as a fuckin’ nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let’s put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he’s done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep your heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don’t give a fuck

They just don’t give a fuck

I gotta give my fuck offs

Fuck you to the San Francisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the America
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mother fuckers
And fuck you
Fuck Y’all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2pacalypse mother fuckin’ know
Y’all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy’s balls
Fuck Y’all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks

“Violent”

[2Pac] They claim that I’m violent, just cause I refuse to be silent
These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I’m not buyin it
Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against
any oppressor, and this is known as self defense
I show no mercy, they claim that I’m the lunatic
But when the shit gets thick, I’m the one you go and get
Don’t look confused, the truth is so plain to see
Cause I’m the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be
In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this
I’m Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished
The underground railroad on an uprise
This time the truth’s gettin told, heard enough lies
I told em fight back, attack on society
If this is violence, then violent’s what I gotta be
If you investigate you’ll find out where it’s comin from
Look through our history, America’s the violent one
Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery
This time the payback for evil shit you did to me
They call me militant, racist cause I will resist
You wanna censor somethin, motherfucker censor this!
My words are weapons, and I’m steppin to the silent
Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I’m violent

[Chorus:] [1st occurance:] as written
[2nd occurance:] add last three lines again
[3rd occurance:] repeat first five lines twice
[4th occurance:] repeat first five lines twice
[5th occurance:] second to fifth line, first to fifth line
[6th occurance:] emphasis on second line, whole chorus
[7th occurance:] first three lines only

“They claimin that I’m violent” -> Chuck D [cut and scratched] “Fuck the damn cop!” [cut and scratched] “Just because we play what the people want..”
“They claimin that I’m violent” -> Chuck D [cut and scratched] “Fuck the damn cop!” [cut and scratched] “Just because we play what the people want..”
“They claimin that I’m violent” -> Chuck D [cut and scratched] “Fuck the damn cop!” [cut and scratched] [2Pac] The cops can’t stand me, but they can’t touch me
Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by the police, didn’t have my ID
I said, “Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?”
He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew
(Do you know what time it is?
Get out the fucking car, or I’ll hurt you!)
“Get out the car… or I’lI hurt you”
So here I go, I better make my mind up
Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up
I chose B, stepped into the streets
The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat
They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete
(Ay man.. aiyyo.. ay man just c’mon ?)
(“What you doin man?”) They tried to frame me
They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat
But I’m a rap fiend, not a crack fiend
My homie panicked (“I’m out”) he tried to run
(Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop’s gun
My homie dropped so, I hit the cop
I kept swingin, yo, I couldn’t stop
Before I knew it, I was beatin the cop senseless
The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless
(? Arrrrggggh, fuck you! Ungggh!)
Now I’m against this cop who was racist
Given him a taste, of tradin places
And all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin this
frame up, but I came up
Now they claimin that I’m violent

[Chorus] [2Pac] As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-ohh)
Then the gun shot, but I wasn’t hit
I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand
He shot the cop (damn!) now he’s a dead man
I said, come on, it’s time for us to get away
(Let’s go, we gotta get the fuck outta here)
They called for backup, and they’ll be on their way
Jumped in the car, and tried to get away quick
The car wouldn’t start (damn!) we in deep shit
So we jumped out (C’mon let’s take the cop’s car)
We drove a little ways thinkin that we got far
But I looked up, and all I saw was blue lights
If I die tonight, I’m dying in a gunfight
I grabed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge
Load em up quick, it’s time for us to spray
We’ll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons
And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin
This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops
You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin ass dropped
So here we go, the police against us
Dark as dusk, waitin for the guns to bust (What’s next man?)
What’s next, I don’t know and I don’t care
One things fo’ sho’, tommorrow I won’t be here
But if I go, I’m takin all these punks with me
Pass me a clip G, now come and get me
You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent
Givin them a reason, (a reason) to claim that I’m violent…

“Words Of Wisdom”

Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is
The troubles in the black youth of the ghettos
And one by one
We are being wiped off the face of this earth
At an extremely alarming rate
And even more alarming is the fact
That we are not fighting back
Brothers, sisters, niggas
When I say niggas it is not the nigga we are grown to fear
It is not the nigga we say as if it has no meaning
But to me
It means Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished, nigga
Niggas what are we going to do?
Walk blind into a line? Or fight?
Fight and die if we must like niggas

This is for the masses, the lower classes
The ones you left out, jobs were givin’, better livin’
But we were kept out
Made to feel inferior, but we’re superior
Break the chains in our brains that made us fear yah
Pledge allegiance to a flag that neglects us
Honour a man that who refuses to respect us
Emancipation, proclamation, Please!
Lincoln just said that to save the nation
These are lies that we all accepted
Say no to drugs but the government’s kept it
Running through our community, killing the unity
The war on drugs is a war on you and me
And yet they say this is the Home of The Free
But if you ask me it’s all about hypocrisy
The constitution, Yo, it don’t apply to me
And Lady Liberty still the bitch lied to me
Steady strong nobody’s gonna like what I pumpin’
But it’s wrong to keeping someone from learning something
So get up, it’s time to start nation building
I’m fed up, we gotta start teaching children
That they can be all that they want to be
There’s much more to life than just poverty

This is definitely ahhh words of wisdom
AMERIKA, AMERIKA, AMERIKKKA
I charge you with the crime of rape, murder, and assault
For suppressing and punishing my people
I charge you with robbery for robbing me of my history
I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me
Trapped in the projects
And the jury finds you guilty on all accounts
And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes
Prosecutor do you have any more evidence?

Words of Wisdom
They shine upon the strength of a nation
Conquer the enemy on with education
Protect yourself, reach for what you wanna do
Know thy self, teach what we been through
On with the knowledge of the place, then
No one will ever oppress this race again
No Malcolm X in my history text
Why is that?
‘Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks
Why is Martin Luther King in my book each week?
He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek
I don’t get it, so many questions went through my mind
I get sweated, They act as if asking questions is a crime
But forget it, one day I’m gonna prove them wrong
Now every brother had to smother on the welfare line
The American dream, though it like it’s attainable
They’re pulling your sleeve, don’t believe
‘Cause it will strangle yah
Pulling the life of your brain, I can’t explain
Beg as you can obtain from which you came
Swear that your mother is living in equality
Forgetting your brother that’s living her apology
Thought they had us beaten when they took out King
But the battle ain’t over till the black man sings
Words of Wisdom
But the battle ain’t over till the black man sings
Words of Wisdom

NIGHTMARE that’s what I am
America’s nightmare
I am what you made me
The hate and evil that you gave me
I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people
For Four hundred plus years
You should be scared
You should be running
You should be trying to silence me
Ha ha
But you cannot escape fate
Well it is my turn to come
Just as you rose you shall fall
By my hands
Amerika, You reap what you sow
2pacalypse America’s Nightmare
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob America’s Nightmare
Above the Law America’s Nightmare
Paris America’s Nightmare
Public Enemy America’s Nightmare
Krs-One America’s Nightmare
Mutulu Shakur America’s Nightmare
Geronimo Pratt America’s Nightmare
Assada Shakur America’s Nightmare

“Something Wicked”

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

More than an adversary I’m very quick
I’m ready to hit ‘em with this gift
I’m equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat, cause I’m prepared to clamp
Scared the [???], and caught them mutha-fuckas damp
Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped
Attacking the pacs, I’m kicking the facts for stacks to rap
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks
I’m getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks
I’m ready to go
I’m ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Getting the hoes [???] Pumping the flow, gangster ho
cause the nose knows
Check the pose, froze, when you see me close
Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke
Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked
wrote, crimes that’ll bring me bank notes
nope, I ain’t the type of fella that you use though
Kkkkkkicking the funky flava
Pumping [???] producers
Run for cover when you hear the bass drop
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
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Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
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wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way come

Crooked Ass Nigga”
(feat. Stretch (Live Squad))

“Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don’t like” – [Ice Cube] [machine gun fires] “Got him!” – [Dr. Dre] [2Pac] A smokin ass nigga robbed me blind
I got a tech nine now his smokin ass is mine
I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke
I didn’t know he smoked so I didn’t watch him close
He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk’s in deep shit
Catch him on the streets, I’ma bring him to his feet, quick
Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now
Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let’s run him down
Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet
Comin quickly up the streets, is the punk ass police
The first one jumped out and said, “Freeze!”
I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..
Cause cops should mind they business, when we rush
Now you’re pleadin like a bitch, cause you don’t know how to.. hush..
Now back to the smoker that robbed me
I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me.. body..
One to the chest, another to his fuckin dome
Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me
Run from your backup punk, how you figure?
My finger’s on the trigger for you crooked ass niggaz

[Pac] Crooked ass niggaz
[Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour
[Cube] Suddenly I see..
[Eazy] Cri-cri-criminal

[Stretch] Now listen to the mack of the crooked nigga trade
With the fine criminal mind, cold rips like a blade
It’s already quick steppin to the niggaz with the props
and any motherfucker with the flim-flam drops to the knot
Ten o’clock, is a motherfuckin gank move
Stretch is Uptown, clockin weight the shit is real smooth
A nigga’s tryin to play me like he know me but he don’t
Sittin on ten keys, I’ma get him, think I won’t?
My nigga 2Pac, got the fuckin Glock cocked, and he’s ready
When the kid, didn’t even bring the weight bag, instead he
welcomed us, into his apartment
Oh this even better, two to the head, he’s dead a clean get-a-WAY!
Niggaz got PAID!
And yet another sleepin ass nigga got slayed, word up
By a crooked motherfucker named Stretch
And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can’t catch..

[Pac] The crooked ass niggaz
[Eazy] Criminal behaviour..
[Pac] Yeah.. ya don’t stop!

Crooked ass niggaz
[Eazy] Criminal.. criminal behaviour
[Cube] Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don’t like

[2Pac] Now I could be a crooked nigga too
When I’m rollin with my crew, watch what crooked niggaz, do!
I got a nine millimeter Glock pistol
I’m ready to get witcha at the drop, of a whistle
So make your move, and act like you wanna flip
I fire thirteen shots, and pop another clip
I bring luck, my Glock’s like a fuckin mop
The more I shot, the more motherfuckers dropped
And even cops got shot when they rolled up
Best to bring a knot, or get popped, I’m a soldier
I ain’t the type to fetch ya, ask Stretch, he’s my witness
Smoke til I’m blitzed, fuck a motherfuckin piss test
I’m trigger happy, try to ‘tack me and I’ll drop you quick
Long as I got a clip I got some shit to hit em with
The nigga killer I get iller when the shit gets thick
My brain flips, I start thinkin like a lunatic
I rip shit, came equipped with a bigger crew
I thought these niggaz knew, I’m a crooked nigga too

[Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour
[2Pac] Crooked

[2Pac] Crooked ass niggaz come in all shapes and sizes
They wear disguises, backstabbin’s what they specialize in
They’ll try to getcha, they’ll sweatcha to get in the picture
And then they hitcha, son of a bitch! Now he’s richer
Crooked ass nigga..

[Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour
[Cube] Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don’t like
[Eazy] Criminal behaviour
Criminal, criminal, crim
Crim-criminal behaviour
Criminal behaviour, criminal behaviour..

[machine gun fires] “Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don’t like” – [Ice Cube] [machine gun fires] “Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don’t like” – [Ice Cube] [machine gun fires] “Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don’t like” – [Ice Cube] [Eazy] Criminal behaviour
Criminal, criminal, crim
Crim-criminal behaviour
Criminal beha.. crima-crima-crima
Crim-crim, criminal behaviour
Criminal behaviour..

“Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don’t like” – [Ice Cube] [machine gun fires] “Got him!” – [Dr. Dre]

“Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don’t like” – [Ice Cube] [machine gun fires] “Got him!” – [Dr. Dre]

“Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don’t like” – [Ice Cube] [machine gun fires] “Got him!” – [Dr. Dre]

“If My Homie Calls”

[Verse One:]

Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee
We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G
Back in the days we played practical jokes on
everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on
All through high school, girls by the dozens
Saying we cousins, knowing that we wasn’t
But like the old saying goes
Times goes on, and everybody grows
Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways
You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays
In many ways we were paid in the old days
So far away from the crazies with AK’s
And though I been around clowning with the Underground
I’m still down with my homies from the hometown
And if you need, need anything at all
I drop it all for y’all, if my homies call

[Verse Two:]

It’s a shame, you chose the dope game
Now you slang cane on the streets with no name
It was plain that your aim was mo’ cane
You got game now you run with no shame
I chose rappin tracks to make stacks
In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats
But now I don’t wanna down my homie
No matter how low you go you’re not lowly
And I, hear that you made a few enemies
But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call
If you need my assistance there’ll be no resistance
I’ll be there in an instant
Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover
I’d be no different than the other
H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E
I’m down to the E-N-D
Cause it’s a fall in no time at all
I’m down for y’all, when my homies call
Word, if my homies call

[Verse Three:]

Well it’s ninety-one and I’m living kinda swell now
But I hear that you’re going through some hell pal
But life making records ain’t easy
It ain’t what I expected it’s hectic it’s sleazy
But I guess that the streets is harder
Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather
My homies is making it elsewhere
Striving, working nine to five with no health care
We both had dreams of being great
But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped
It’s fate, it wasn’t my choice to make
To be great, I’m giving it all it takes
Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
I gotta take, my place or fall from grace
The foolish way, the pace is quick and great
Smiling face, to hide the trace of hate
But my homie would never do me wrong
That’s why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it’s on
No matter who the foe they must fall
Us against them all I’m down to brawl if my homies call

“Brenda’s Got A Baby”

Brenda’s got a Baby
Brenda’s got a Baby

I hear Brenda’s got a baby
But, Brenda’s barely got a brain
A damn shame
The girl can hardly spell her name
(That’s not our problem, that’s up to Brenda’s family)
Well let me show ya how it affects the whole community
Now Brenda really never knew her moms and her dad was a
junky
Went in death to his arms, it’s sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn’t even know
Just cause your in the ghetto doesn’t mean ya can’t grow
But oh, that’s a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch the joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn’t really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when the check came they got first dibs
Now Brenda’s belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems to notice any change in her figure
She’s 12 years old and she’s having a baby
In love with the molester, who’s sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he’ll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with the two of them are together,
whatever
He left her and she had the baby solo, she had it on the
bathroom floor
And didn’t know so, she didn’t know, what to throw away and
what to keep
She wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heep
I guess she thought she’d get away
Wouldn’t hear the cries
She didn’t realize
How much the the little baby had her eyes
Now the baby’s in the trash heep balling
Momma can’t help her, but it hurts to hear her calling
Brenda wants to run away
Momma say, you makin’ me lose pay, the social workers here
everyday
Now Brenda’s gotta make her own way
Can’t go to her family, they won’t let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn’t keep a job
She tried to sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what’s next, there ain’t nothing left to sell
So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell
It’s paying the rent, so she really can’t complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda’s her name, she’s got a baby

Baby

(don’t you know she’s got a baby)
(don’t you know she’s got a baby)
(don’t you know she’s got a baby)
(don’t you know she’s got a baby)
(don’t you know she’s got a baby)
(don’t you know she’s got a baby)

“Tha Lunatic”

[Tupac] Ohh shit! Jumped on my man’s dick
Heard he had a twelve inch, now the bitch is lovesick
Who’s to blame, the guy or the groupie?
Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me
Oooh-wee! This is the life
New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife
It ain’t right, but it’s cool how they come quick
Don’t try to flip with the lip cause I run shit
Hip hip, hooray for the AK
Spray when I lay competition, what a great day
Make pay, next is the wet sex
Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex
I’m set, wonder what I tote, check
Bloody as a coat-check, snappin motherfuckers necks
Revenge so sweet when it comes from
niggaz get done with the drum, watch my foes run
Nigga keeps comin when they can’t slip
Full of that shit, another hit from Tha’ Lunatic

[Stretch] Yeah, fuck that God! Word up
Blowin niggaz out the motherfuckin frame yaknahmsayin?
Constantly.. fuck that trick, we ain’t havin it

[Tupac] Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this
It’s suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las
Cause I’m nothin nice and, I’m icin like Tyson
I’m grippin the mic and, my DJ is slicin
I’m tired of motherfuckers steppin to me with the SAME OLD
Tryin to do me like Nintendo
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star
Cause I’m out to show, that I’m a dope MC
Think crack had you fiendin, wait’ll they get a load of me
Bitches on my dick, like a motherfuckin ‘conda
Niggaz wanna flip, let em step, and I’ll bomb em
See somethin you want, why don’t you come and get it
And then get waxed and taxed, like the government
Then I leave you sittin there, wonder where your money went
While your bitch is callin me, tellin me to come again
Nigga I’m loc’ed, when I smoke, from the indo
But we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window
That’s what you provoked, and now you’re smoked out
Lookin like a bitch, cause your whole fuckin posse, broke out
Punk motherfucker couldn’t roll on
He couldn’t hold on, game is too strong, nigga
Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this
Feel the wrath.. and revenge of Tha’ Lunatic

[Stretch] Yeah Tu’, tell them motherfuckers, word up
We ain’t havin it, NONE of that shit!!
Bitch ass niggaz, niggaz can’t fuck with us Tu’, word up
Ninety-one, we takin this WHOLE motherfucker over
Niggaz got PROBLEMS in ninety-one
Ninety-two, and ninety-three
and all that other shit, word up!

[Tupac] Recognize game when it smacks your bitch I’m back to rip
Puttin this on the map with this mackin shit
Time will tell if it’s made well
Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well
Jordan couldn’t dunk it any harder, pump it any farther
I’m funky, that’s word to the father
Act like you know ‘fore I thump, the bolo
Thought you was a pimp, now you’re simpin for my solo
Oh no, not another new jack, swearin that he’s ruthless
Ducked, and now he’s fucked and left toothless
I can hear the fear in your flow, you ain’t prepared
You’re scared and you’re bound to go
It’s somethin, I guess I let the beat keep bumpin
Stop trippin off these niggaz cause they ain’t about nuttin
Or should I say NAYthin
Punk put my tape in, fuck all the fake-in
I’m sick of the bullshit
Come equipped and get ready to rip
or get the dick of Tha’ Lunatic

[Stretch] Ahhhh yeah! FUCK THAT! (the motherfuckin lunatic)
YouknowhatI’msayin? Yes Tu’!
Tell them niggaz what time it is knahmsayin?
(punk motherfuckers, get the dick of the lunatic)
Niggaz can’t fuck with us, word up
Bitch ass niggaz, FUCK EM!

[Tupac] Fuck all them niggaz
I’m tellin these niggaz that they ain’t got..
NAYthin on a nigga like me
We squashin these punk motherfuckers in ninety-one
ninety-two ninety-three.. and SO on
So let the beat FLOAT on
While I spray these PUNK BITCHES
with these dope ass lyrics
Thanks to Poppa for supplyin the DANK
Now it’s money in the BANK
And all y’all niggaz shit STANK
compared to this shit..

Fuck y’all punk bitches!
Tha’ Lunatic [ echoes to fade ]

“Rebel Of The Underground”

Rebel.. rebel.. REBEL
Rebel.. rebel..

[2Pac] They just can’t stand the reign, or the occasional pain
from a man like me, who goes against the grain
Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble
Hey Mister! It’s time for me to explain that I’m the rebel
Cold as the devil
Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level
They came to see the maniac psychopath
The critics heard of me, and the aftermath
I don’t give a damn and it shows
And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes
So they all know me
The lyrical lunatic, the maniac emcee
I give a shout out to your homies
And maybe then, the critics’ll leave your boy alone, G
On the streets or on TV
It just don’t pay to be, a truth tellin MC
They won’t be happy till I’m banned
The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man
So point blank in your face, pump up the bass
and join the human race
I throw peace to the Bay
Cause from the Jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way
You know you gotta love the sound
It’s from the rebel — the rebel of the underground

Rebel he’s a rebel, rebel of the underground [4X] [2Pac] Now I’m face to face with the devils
Cause they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto
And police brutality
shit it put you in the nip and call it technicality
So you reap what you sow
So reap the wrath of the rebel, jackin em up once mo’
Now the fox is in the henhouse, creepin up on your daughter
While you sleep I got her sneakin out
Tupac ain’t nuttin nice
I’ll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I’m gonna
Now I’m up to no good
The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could
So sit and slip into the sound
Peep the rebel — the rebel of the underground

Rebel he’s a rebel, rebel of the underground [4X] [2Pac] They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down
I guess they scared of the rebel — the rebel of the underground
But I never let it get me
I just make another record bout the punks tryin to sweat me
In fact, they tryin to keep me out
Try to censor what I say
cause they don’t like what I’m talkin bout
So what’s wrong with the media today?
Got brothers sellin out cause they greedy to get paid
But me, I’m comin from the soul
And if it don’t go gold, my story still gettin told
And that way they can’t stop me
And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks’ll try to copy
It’s sloppy, don’t even try to
I’m a slave to the rhythm, and I’m about to fly through
So yo to the people in the ghetto
When ya hear the bass flow, go ahead and let go
Now everybody wanna gangbang
They talkin street slang, but the punks still can’t hang
They makin records bout violence
But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent
It kinda make you wanna think about
that ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out
But 2Pacalpyse is straight down
So feel the wrath of the rebel — the rebel of the underground

Tupac is a rebel, rebel of the underground [8X]

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