2pac “Until The End Of Time (Disc One)” ალბომში შესული სიმღერების ტექსტები და ვიდეოები
“Ballad Of A Dead Soulja”
Yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
Come play the ballad of a dead soldier..
Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned
All my road dawgs, official mob niggaz love to act up
The first to bomb we rob niggaz
I can be, lost in my own mind
To be the boss only thought’s grip on chrome nines
Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories
Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennesey
Talkin to a nigga on a tight leash
Screamin “Fuck the police,” as I ride through the night streets
Lil’ child runnin wild, toward his danger
What’s the cause don’t be alarmed death to all strangers
Maybe I’m a madman
A pistol grabbin nigga unleash the Sandman
Promisin merciless retaliation, nothin is colder
Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier [Chorus: singing + 2Pac] Thug for Life I will be..
(this is the ballad of a dead soldier)
A life of crime I will lead..
(close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
If you play the game, you play to win..
(this is the ballad of a dead soldier)
It’s a crazy world full of sin..
(close your eyes) [2Pac] Completely lost, revenge at all costs
Payback’s a bitch, switch now the trick’s crossed
Tossed up and never to be heard of
A single witness screamin bloody murder, murder
Blast tell me homey what you see now?
A blind man and a dead body, I’m read’ to leave town
And get my cash though, hook up with Kastro
Homey had to blast on the task force
Stupid coppers tried to play us out, never that
They took my money and my stash, time to get ‘em back (heh heh)
Upon my secret arrival
Two glock four-fives, time for survival
Death to my rivals, tell me what you want lord?
Nobody left after the death of a drug lord (eh eh)
The situation’s critical
Nothin is colder – than hear the ballad of a dead soldier [Chorus] [last line:] “close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier” [2Pac] Be a coward, put yo’ hands to the moon
When my glocks rang out, the niggaz came out BOOM
Who wanna see me in the challenge?
So merciless I’m terrifyin niggaz in my ballads, do you feel me?
Capo or Capi-tan, one day I’ll be the Don
Until then, remain strong
My only fear of death is reincarnation
Bustin at my adversaries like a mental patient
To all my niggaz facin sixty years, sheddin tattooed tears
Another suicidal on the peer
Takin private planes, tryin to survive the game
For all my homies that’ll never be alive again
All he promised us is death nigga
Take a breath come be the last one left nigga, it’s real now
Villain to fantasize, ain’t nothin colder
Listen you can hear it – the ballad of a dead soldier [Chorus] [last line:] “close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier” [2Pac] This go out to Cato, Mental
All the niggaz that passed away
To Geronimo.. (?).. all the down ass riders
All the niggaz that put it down, all the soldiers
All the niggaz that go through that day to day struggled
This is the ballad of a dead soldier!
All the niggaz that passed on
All the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart
All the niggaz that want some and that don’t take none
Hahaha.. it’s the ballad of a dead soldier!
The police are so scared of us
All the feds they aware of us
They wanna see us dead
They got pictures of a nigga head, ballad of a dead soldier!
Tryin to see me in chains, shit
Them niggaz’ll never breathe again
Before they put me in a cell they’ll see me in hell
Cause it’s the ballad of a dead soldier!
Got my pistols cocked
Run the whole motherfuckin block, fuck the cops!
The police? We run these streets nigga
Ain’t heard the ballad of a dead soldier!
These niggaz can’t see me, half the world wanna be me
Multi-millionaire; shit, it ain’t fair
But nigga, you know – it’s the ballad of a dead soldier!
“Fuck Friendz”
[2Pac – over background voices] My ghetto love song, hahaha, let’s be friends..(Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches?
Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?
Throw your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
Let’s be friends..
(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde..) [2Pac] Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
What’s the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
you can help me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need companionship (hey)
Through with that – scandalous shit, I bet your man ain’t shit
So why you hesitatin actin like yo’ shit don’t stink
Check out my – diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way
Don’t like trickin but I’ll buy you a fifth
I can’t stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they’re so cheap
Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I’m tuggin on yo’ main bitch head (C’mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain’t no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y’all) baby let’s be friends [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let’s be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (all my niggaz, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)
(where you at baby?)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (cash makin hoes)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends [2pac] I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin
Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics
Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch
everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine
Just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me
What’s up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Let me in between as friends [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let’s be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (in this motherfucker right here)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends [2Pac] Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?
Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
Scream my name, cause baby it’s delicious got a weak spot
for pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby let your back get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high! Let me come inside!
I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what’s the game?
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed
A bad seed turned good – in this world of G’s
Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked
It’s the fuck song, so check my record
And let’s be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at) Thug style! [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let’s be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Throw yo’ guns in the air!)
Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Let’s be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)
Friends.. (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my people at? Let’s be..) [2Pac] Where my people at? Show me where my people at
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come
Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Make money, take money, be friends [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let’s be friends (get your cash on, let’s, get dough)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (c’mon, get your cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends (c’mon, get your cash on, let’s, get paid)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (c’mon, getcha cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends
Make money, take money! [repeat 5X]
“Lil’ Homies”
Fuckin lil’ homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil’ homies
My lil’ homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil’ homies
Here’s a story bout my lil’ homies, straight thuggin
Lil’ bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You catch him in his G ride, touchin his glock
Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy’s block
Educated on these cold streets
Gettin money makin dummies out the police, ain’t no peace
for an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinker
Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker
Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school
Mo’ money, mo’ bitches, mo’ murder fool
Always the young niggaz gettin in shit
She wouldn’t stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH)
Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin ‘fore youu get to sinnin on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn’t know me
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil’ homies [Chorus: repeat 2X] Lil’ homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, let’s get high tonight
(my lil’ homies)
Lil’ homies on the mash
Runnin from these punk police, cause lil’ niggaz run the sreets
(my fuckin lil’ homies) [2Pac] I remember.. when you was just a lil’ G
Flirting with death, playin Russian Roulette, screamin KILL ME!
Hey there young nigga, what you smokin on?
Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home
Love to squad plus your mob is sick
A bunch of adolescent niggaz spittin major shit
Tell me, young nigga if ya die let me know
Would your heart feel pain, watchin as your mother cries?
Will all your homies ride?
Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died?
Young niggaz on a mission to compete
Gettin G’s, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets
Nobody knows why he took a fo’-fo’
and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!)
Try to tell him but he act like he don’t know me
Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil’ homie [Chorus] [2Pac – over Chorus] Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH!
You lil’ bad motherfuckers
You motherfuckers know what time it is
Yeah nigga!
Juvenile delinquent-ass motherfuckers
Under eighteen.. better protect that shit! [2Pac] First to bomb, sixteen on death row
Bustin on them phony motherfuckers cause the big homey said so
Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast
Livin underage, but he’ll blaze on yo’ bitch ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if it is, will I finally get to be at peace?
On these streets ain’t no peace, shell-shocked souls
makin money off of crack sales, young black males
Unable to change cause it’s a cycle
Plus nobody knows.. the evil that they might do
Lil’ Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro
Big mouth Hussein, call them Outlawz
Tellin the world to be equipped
When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don’t quit
Drew down on me, pull a pound on me
Bust like he didn’t know me, my lil’ homies [Chorus] [2Pac – over Chorus] Whassup nigga let’s do this shit! My lil’ homies!
Lil’ bad-ass motherfuckin adolescent niggaz! My lil’ homies!
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My fuckin lil’ homies
Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin lil’ homies [Chorus] [2Pac – over Chorus] Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherfuckers
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?!
Nigga take yo’ shit on, lil’ homies!
We robbin motherfuckers nigga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! Wessyde!
You know what time it is, my lil’ homies! [2Pac as Chorus fades out] You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga
My lil’ homies..
“Let Em Have It”
(feat. SKG)
All up in a nigga face, giving me them strong vibes
Look in my eyes and you’ll find peace
A Gemini, so you really blow my mind freak, c’mon
I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail
Skinny niggas throw the dick well
Everybody get they condoms, brother cause it’s time to fuck
Hurry up and put it on nigga, time is up
What’s next got my mind on some group sex
Where you going baby, I ain’t even through yet
Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya
In and out make it good to ya, remember me?
I love fucking slow with the lights low
Black puerto rican even white hoes, bellisimo
Que linda, dame beso, come to papi
Fuck until the shit is sloppy, if you really want it [2Pac + ***] [***] Really.. want it
[Pac] Get you ass up; you know it, if you really want it
You really want it, you really want it
If, you really want it, if you really want it
If, you really want it, if you really want it
[***] Really want it (I really want it)
[Pac] Really want it [2Pac] Alright all my real niggas and my real bitches
Let me see you do it like this, c’mon [2Pac + SKG] Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, we came to
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, we came to [SKG] Daddy rock a player body ‘til I tell you to stop
Hit the right spot if not leave money and kick rocks
I’m a thug ho, I need a thug nigga up beside me
A player that can ride me, a cat that can rob me
Make a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat
Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck, demand your respect
I’m not a on my back ho
I ride the dick and hit it ‘til it cold
Bustin fits of nuts.. get ‘em up
I’m a Sagittarius freak, my real hoes feel me
Legs open wide, nigga dick inside
Like (?) tonight’s the night for you to hit it doggie style
Lay me on my stomach while I’m counting them hundreds
Fake bitches wanna front like they don’t wanna keep it real
You know you want a thug nigga just to see how it feel
Hoes wanna rock Gabbana, Dolce and Versace
Let me rock your body mouth on my.. call you papi
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body [2Pac] Yeah, like that? Yeah [SKG] Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body [2Pac] Yeah, yeah, yeah, I feel you
Do it, do it, do it, do it [SKG] Yeah, uhh, c’mon, uhh [2Pac] Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock your body body, rock your body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock [2Pac] See, it all started simple, turned into me licking the nipples
Fucking you doggie style to this instrumental
Hands up, all up inside ya, hell I can stand ya
Eyes open I don’t plan to bust, just hold on
Baby let me zone in, what do you mean?
Can you scream let it go bitch, how does it feel?
Got a nigga like steel in ya, to keep going
Now I’m fucking like I’m Killing ya, let’s go another round
Baby is you down really, two shots of ecstasy
Lick a nigga down silly, your body next to me
I could touch you inside, and you’ll cry
So good when a nigga leave, you’ll die
My mama told me baby be a man put it on her
Hittin bitches like, switches coming around the corner
I wanna let me get my ride on
It’s yo’ dick baby but it’s my song, now if you really want it
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, and if you really want it [SKG] If you really want it
[Pac] Yeah, if you really want it [2Pac] Got to send this one out to the freaky bitches
Definitely all the Scorpios, and the Geminis, and the Virgos
You know I know the truth about you Scorpios and you Virgos
No doubt gotta give it to the Capricorns
They some freaks too on the down down
The Libras, they like it even but they still like fucking
No doubt, Aquariuses, Libras, I said those
Leos, yeah they some freaks, Leos is freaks
They always wanna run shit in bed
Sagittarius, Taurus.. Cancer, all you freaky fucks
I’m a zodiac fucker I’ll do you all one at a time
And all day long, let’s get busy!
“Good Life”
(feat. Big Syke, E.D.I.)
Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was
Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane
I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang
Now tell if I’m wrong
but sayin “Fuck the world” got you deeper in my songs
Drinkin ‘til I earl, spendin money ‘til it’s gone
It’s the good life – maybe niggaz got it goin on
Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn’t have to slang crack
Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped
Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch
Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this
Lord have mercy it’s a slaughter
So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it’s water
I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights
But I’m a baller now, nigga, I live the good life [Chorus] This is the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don’t die
We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don’t die [Big Syke] No one knows what the, future holds, but you
Haha.. listen close
They say reach in yo’ heart and you’ll find your mind
Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind
My after time is narrow, peepin down the barrel of a foe
Just a nigga or a killer I don’t know so
who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest?
Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I’m gone
Send me home all alone in these cold streets
In desperation constantly drinkin and I can’t sleep
Neck deep strugglin tryin to survive
SOme wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize
Let me modify this whole region
I declare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason
why I should change, into a softie
.. after living so loftily
It cost me my soul out of control in a devil’s world
Me, my niggaz, and my girl – livin the good life! [Chorus] [E.D.I.] I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flight
gon’ finally catch me, it’s the good life, can you hear me?
Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up
Last night we off the hook, doin way too much
But it’s the fast lane only, big dealin big ceiling
All for the money, some kill some squeal
All for the money, most ain’t even real
but we still call ‘em homies, now what the fuck is that?
Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game
I watch ‘em all plot and fall while we come up and gain
Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin
Better start to get to runnin ‘fore my click get to gunnin
Still in the midst of all the stress and pain
I’m still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin that good life [Chorus- 2X (w/ minor variations)]
“Letter 2 My Unborn”
To my unborn child..
To my unborn child.. in case I don’t make it
Just remember daddy loves you
[talking in background]
To my unborn child..
To my unborn..
in case I never get to holla at my unborn child
Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin
Tryin to earn every penny that I’m gettin, and reminiscin
to the beginnin of my mission
When I was conceived, and came to be in this position
My momma was a Panther loud, single parent but she proud
when she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd
To school, but I dropped out, and left the house
Cause my mama say I’m good for nothin, so I’m out
Since I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins
Let me make it and I’ll never steal again, or deal again
My only friend is my misery
Wantin revenge for the agony they did to me
See my life ain’t promised but it’ll sure get better
Hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child [Chorus: sung, with 2Pac ad libs] I’m writing you a letter
This is to my unborn child
Wanna let you know I love you
Love you, if you didn’t know I feel this way
How I, think about you every day
I have so much to say [2Pac] Seems so complicated to escape fate
And you can never understand ‘til we trade places
Tell the world I feel guilty to bein anxious
Ain’t no way in hell, that I could ever be rapist
It’s hard to face this, cold world on a good day
When will they let the little kids in the hood play?
I got shot five times but I’m still breathin
Livin proof there’s a God if you need a reason
Can I believe in my own fate
Will I raise my kids in the right, or the wrong way?
Dear mama I’m a man now
I wanna make it on my own, not a handout
Make way for a whirlwind prophesized
I wanna go in peace.. when I gotta die
On these cold streets, ain’t no love, no mercy, and no friends
In case you never see my face again
To my unborn child [Chorus] [2Pac] Dear Lord can you hear me, tell me what to say
to my unborn seed in, case I pass away
Will my child get to feel love
Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs? Cause bein black hurts
And even worse if you speak first
Livin my life as an Outlaw, what could be worse?
Cause maybe if I tried to change
Who I’m kiddin? I’ma thug ‘til I die, I’ma rider mayne
Touch bases, eat lunch at plush places
Regular criminal oasis awaits us
If there’s a ghetto for true thugs, I’ll see you there
And I’m sorry for not bein there
Just know your daddy was a soldier, me against the world
Bless the boys, and all my little girls
To the Lord I’m eternal, restin in peace
Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child [Chorus – repeat to fade] [2Pac over Chorus] To my unborn child.. please take of all my kids
My unborn child.. to my unborn child
This letter goes out to.. to the seeds that I might not get to see
cause of this lifestyle
Just know that your daddy loves you, got nuttin but love for you
All I wanted was for you have a better life than I did
That’s why I was out here on a twenty-four hour 365 grind
When you get to be my age you’ll understand
Just know I got love for you
And I’ll see you up there in the ghetto heaven
Cause ghetto heaven gotta be there.. haha, take care
Run wild, but be smart
Follow the rules of the game
I know that sometimes it’s confusin
The rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day everyday
Watch out for these snakes and fakes, friends comin down the way..
“Breathin”
(feat. Outlawz)
Tell me nigga.. tell me
Who’ll be the last motherfucker breathin? [Chorus] Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch ‘em while they sleepin, now I’m the last motherfucker breathin [repeat Chorus] [2Pac] Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn’t rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin ‘round corners, homie sleepin in my vest
Shit, I’m like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops
A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin double glocks
Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban
Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin
Bless me Father I’ma sinner, I’m livin in hell
Just let me live on the streets, cause ain’t no peace for me in jail
Gettin world-wide exposure
with a bunch of niggaz that don’t give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers
I just release ‘em on a war path, not your average dealer
Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin
I murdered all them bustas now I’m the last motherfucker breathin [Chorus] [Young Noble] Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my soldiers gone, we burnin the earth
Outlawz WORLDWIDE, we pack the block
Shootin rocks at the kid, I’ll bust back for ‘Pac
Ask Yak, he’ll tell you that it’s hell down here
Stale down here, too many jails down here
Why you act like you don’t hear me?
Young Noble, Outlaw ‘til these motherfuckers kill me
I’m still breathin [Napoleon] Now we was raised, “Fuck this life,” I rose my right
Holdin on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, I’m cynical, sleepwalkin as a true
Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food
Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there’s war play
Fuck friends I’ll say, rather die for my A-K
with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz
Only ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz
Breathin! [Chorus] [Kastro] Uhh, I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin bout a bad day, I live a life like that
It’s unfair, and I’m losin my hair, blastin hooligans
Catch me, I’m fallin out flat, yo I’m ruined and
breathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me
I leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy
The side of seedy that the devil run from
In the belly of the beast, that’s where the fuck we come from
And still I’m breathin! [E.D.I.] And still I’m totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost two of my closest na’r one of y’all can take this
But I’m Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number one motherfucker bout to do it again
Shit, ‘Pac still doin it, you hoes can’t ruin it
Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it
We movin in – for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel
Hold the wheel I’m bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel
Fakin real, but we the raw and uncut
Style-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up!
We hit ‘em up! (and we still breathin.. and we still breathin..) [2Pac] Tell ‘em nigga.. tell ‘em
(and we still breathin..)
Who’ll be the last motherfuckers breathin? [Chorus – 2X]
“Happy Home”
Home man.. hey.. let’s turn this house into a happy home
This for all the homeboys that couldn’t get they happy home
Let’s turn this house into a happy home
Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
Let’s turn this house into a happy home
You know how that is, stay down for mine
Outlaw.. look
Remained beside me through my trials in this life of crime
We divorced so many times I forgot to count
I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house
Remember back in December when we was tight?
Sippin Alize and Cristal, whylin every night – in my bedroom!
Promised that I commit to you soon
Tongue-kissed me every time you seen me step inside a room
Straight out the hood
We promised to be good to each other, plus I love you
So I know you gon’ make a good mother
Just try to understand if I change at times
it’s only cause I never owned anything that’s mine
So I’m tryin you can stay with my momma but keep the drama to a low
Never call the police, I never call you bitch and ho
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out my mom’s house, and got a happy home [Chorus] Ha..ppy.. home..
(let’s turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally made it out my mom’s house, got a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home.. [2Pac] Goin through hard times, ghetto child of mine
I wonder if you have to suffer for your father’s crimes
To be honest it’s a hard road
Just keep your faith in God, knowin you’ll get scarred though
Look at him walkin and talkin, a lil’ child with my eyes and mouth
Father watch over lil’ seeds, help me guide them out
Had to change my whole lifestyle, married my baby’s momma
Made her my wife now, I’m tryin hard y’all
Maybe in time I’ll be a better man
Watchin the older couples, handle it like veterans
Show me the meaning of forever and together we rise
If it would help our child grow, then together we’d die
Why – question my love, it’s so easy to see
Without my family all I’m left with is a shadow of me
After all the arguments, and the nights alone
Now it’s time to live the good life, inside a happy home [Chorus] Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home.. [2Pac] Happy home [singers] All these problems got me goin
We got a family, of our own
I just wanna happy home
(turn this house into a happy home)
No man’s made to stand alone
I promise I won’t do you wrong
I just want a happy home
(finally made it out my mom’s house, got a happy home) [Chorus] Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally made it out my mom’s house, got a happy home) [2Pac] Hey, haha, turn this house into a happy home
Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
Turn this house into a happy home
“All Out”
(feat. Outlawz)
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz
(That’s right, fuck these fag niggaz)
Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah
Outlaw ‘til it’s over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I’m a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don’t fear me
So refuse bringin war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I’m the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
I’m similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wonderin who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z
(buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while y’all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, I’m in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin
Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn’t
I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states
I’m screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain’t no thang
We was raised off drive-by’s, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I’m hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out! [Chorus: EDI] We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it’s on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try’na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out [Napoleon] I’m on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats
Feelin like I’m all out, drunk as can be
It’s plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin’ in bushes
Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood
Outlawz my blood brothers, I’d die for these thuggs
Say hi to this slug, it’s a shame how some niggaz on the west coast
was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop
I’m on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love
But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain’t no west coast thug
Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game
Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I’m sayin? Slap your soft ass to the floor
And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this
It’s all from my heart when I was writin this
All out [chorus] [Kastro] Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us
Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us
Ain’t nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough
Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac
Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain’t forgot bout cha
These glocks hot, and when shot, it’ll bring the bitch up out cha
It’s me, Kastro with the goattee
Walkin’ like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me
I pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy
Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me
I go all out, and if you real, you real
Feel what I’m talkin’ bout, cause this game is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, ‘till they feel it
Livin’ proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can’t deal wit’
Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin’ all out
Nigga [chorus – 2X]
fool, you better go all out
keep goin’ all out
all my niggaz goin’ all out
without a muthafuckin’ doubt
talkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin records
and we ain’t gon say shit, now it’s 1999
It’s a different grind, don’t disrespect the Don
It’s still war motherfuckers
So let’s see you act like you know
“Fuckin Wit The Wrong Nigga”
Niggas.. fucking with the wrong nigga..
[2Pac] My seductive introduction be specific, still elusivebut exclusive’s what I give you when I kick it, and I’m still lifted
Niggas can’t get with Mr. Wicked
Picture me flipping my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly
Niggas are swinging wild, but they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch but you whole click’ll still get treated shitty
Business never personal I’m up before the sun come up on thai
Just a ghetto star, a dropped up double-R is what I’m riding
Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was, bring you artillery
when you come for me, cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast, cause Syke was busting
plus, bow had ‘em ducking, screaming, “Get they cash!”
So now I got the law on me, my phone’s tapped
So I had to send word through my little homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you get, for fucking, with the wrong nigga.
This is what you get, when you fucking with the wrong nigga.
Hehehehe, yeah nigga, peep it
Before I lay me down to sleep I, pray and thank the Lord
for giving me another fruitful, day
I wanna be a peaceful man but still when niggas come for me
all I can see is getting ‘em, killed
For real it’s how I feel, reflect my thoughts, flowing on these reels
Make my enemies deal with my steel, they caps peeled
We still cool but you played yourself
Give him the mac and make him spray hisself, hey
Falling legends clutching chrome three-five-seven
Puttin two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven
Why call in shots nobody really as clear as me
Ain’t trying to help the feds get a case for conspiracy
Murder my foes get disposed of
We all homies to the death, so my true niggas show me love
God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they fucking with the wrong nigga, you know?
It’s like..
Why you fucking with the wrong nigga..
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my mathematics skills from real drug dealers
Tried to rise but they tried me
I guess they all had to die cause we tried peace
I die in these streets, blast ‘til they recognize
Still do or die, all my niggas gettin high watching time fly
Best strategize on the way to profit
Best organize how you ride so they can’t stop it
Then keep it poppin lot of busters wanna see me fall
I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gonna’ fade ‘em all
My niggas ball made a call for some backup
for little’ homies and my dogs in the black truck
Buck buck was the sound as they gats burst
No need for ambulance, baby bring the black hearse
Should’ve never fucked around buster, how you figure?
Ma kin moves on the wrong nigga, is what it sounds like
Ding ding ding.. when you fuck with the wrong nigga..
Niggas gettin hit, when they fuck, with the wrong nigga..
Fucking with the wrong nigga..
“Until The End Of Time”
(feat. RL (Next))
Somewhere inside my childhood I missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I’ll never leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
It’s a small thing through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
And coming new, he’d do the same thing if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the time we be acting up call the cops
Bringing the cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it’s clear I’ll always be the same
Until the end of time [Chorus: RL] So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time [2Pac] Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister’s kids
So you know I don’t hang around the house much
This all night money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain’t flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean
Smoking Ports think my thoughts
Then it’s back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain’t trippin I’m a player I ain’t sweating him
I sexed his sister, had her mo’ good like a Mexican
His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
Until the end of time [Chorus x2] [2Pac] Now who’s to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinking Hennessey made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Fall to their knees, they plead for their right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (ha ha)
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don’t freeze time to be a g
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the training to make a g
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that’s what I’m about, more
Gettin raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a g while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time [Chorus]
If an angel comes down
And takes me away
The memories of me
And my songs
Will always stay
Till they can find
(Until The End of Time)
Until the end of time
Till the end of time
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“Runnin On E”
(feat. Outlawz)
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They fucked up when the rob me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep [Hussein Fatal] I focus my locus thought on my enemies
Sip off the Hennessey it’s necessary to finish me
I’m in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
Jersey them niggas they think I’m crazy and creepy
And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist
Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar
Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama
Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy
Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh
You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted [Tupac] Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out
Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house
Similar to savage it’s a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release
Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets
Why fear me, fear the shit I speak
Once this shit drop it’s heard on every fuckin street
like the sound of police who run the street really
And every hood let you grow
from the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O’
And though, Congress, don’t want us to progress our step
My homie buried at an early age hustled to death
His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin’ [Yaki Khadafi] Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets
Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets
You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it
Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket
Getting mine with nine coked extorting
Block shots with 22’s with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk
You never seen time I travel across the mean crime
My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime
With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin
Catch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station [Young Noble] Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence
The bigger prick don’t mean no evidence or proof the I was present
At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed
After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed
All the money was bloody as shit, y’all niggas shoulda seen it
Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit
The glock to your head nigga, don’t let inside action
Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards
Little homies puttin work for stripes
But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights
I wish somebody would have t old me then
Since I’m an outlaw like Napolean ain’t no cell they can hold me in
Caucassian crazy like Arabians
Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me
When they want the product nigga I got the smoke
Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want
What you working with I’m some immortal shit
Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with
Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac
Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top [2Pac: repeat 5X] I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me
We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E [Nuttso] With the leaded Pac, fuck the law
Carry steal cause I live in the nigga side of the law
Ridin’ foes cause I can’t let hoes catch me slippin
Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin
Ridin high, blazing, kryptonite got a nigga dazing
Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em
Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped
At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick
Slide over so I can dip and put it in him
Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it
Hit the pedal now we high speeding
With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing
Up the way I seen him slow down
Shit!! I think I’m gonna bust these hoes down
Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me
They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see [2Pac] Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em
Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em
Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes
Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes
Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation
Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation
Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught
Did you cry when my girl died
Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick
I’ll never learn take away the pain with sherm
Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn
Call my posse, I’m shootin up the casket take the body
Whip the corpse like a piñata and party
His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin [Chorus till fade]
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