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Uh, hit them with a little ghetto gospel. Those who wish to follow me. I welcome with my hands. And the red sun sinks into the hills of gold. And peace to this young warrior, Without the sound of guns. If I could recollect before my hood days. I'd sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good

God - 2pac[Songtekst]
[Reverend Run] God ked for a friend to help me bear the pain No one came, except God When I needed a breath to rise, from my sleep No one could help me.. except God When all I saw was sadness, and I needed answers No one heard me, except God So when I'm asked.. who I give my unconditional lo

Verse One: Daz You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain and make it possible for me to drop

[2Pac] Nobody thought I'd make it, the world call me loser, just a High School drop out, young drug abuser... momma told me they'll be days like this, I never listened, spent my childhood years in my neighborhood prison... the world don't give a fuck about the kids, I could see from the pove

Guess who's back? [2Pac] Drop the drums, here it comes, only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts Better press, wreck on your tech, here we go, set pass the Moet My trickery's more slippery when wet Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip It'll kick, if the bass line's thick,

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.. loo

[2Pac] Get on yo' knees nigga Get on yo' knees and pray Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past records tell a story Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin til the cops come

Hellrazor - 2pac[Songtekst]
Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin fiends buggin Kickin up dust with the older G's Soakin up the game that was told to me I ain't never touched a

Here we go no´,here we go (X2) Every nigga outthere Fuck like you just dont care Bad boy , we gonna get ya Fuck ya,fuck ya smoke da bong daily to be weeded cause that´s what we need let us keep the shit alive till god arrive and we all die and fly to the heaven to see you , biggie B.I

High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me Shit don't stop The shit don't stop aGme rules Ain't got time for fools Mon

[E.D.I Amin] I speak For all my niggaz livin' in the rush Slow it down just a notch baby It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright [2Pac + E.D.I Amin] Life in High Speed Fuck the punishment, tie weed I gonna buy me a gun Fuck doin' time [2Pac] I live life High Speed Slightly disi

Hold on... *lighter flicks up* Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby *inhales* It'll get better... *coughing* Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style When this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet It's all good, uhh I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sn

My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island Mumia Atumie, Gerino Pratt, All the political Prisoners San Quiton Yeah One Thug, One Thug How do we keep the music playing One Thug, One Thug I wake up early in the morning My state so Military Suckas Fantasize, Pictures of a Young Brother

(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound *so funky* we be throwin' down) This goes out to you playa you know...you know who you are Chorus: repeat 3X Gotta b

Ah yeah... Uhh Uhh Hollar if Ya Hear me Yeah... Here we go Turn it up Let's start From block ta 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 tha barrell of my

Homeboyz - 2pac[Songtekst]
[2Pac] Oh shit, caught that nigga alone Ain't that a bitch Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh for them niggaz that be Johnny Dangerous when they be fuckin fifty deep But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves You know who I'm talkin about (You know who I'm talkin about) that's right You

I don't give a fuck They done push me to the limit the more I live 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 hur

Get money nigga Yeah - aw yeah Dedicate this one to all the hustlers that get up every motherfuckin mornin and put they work in I see you - I see you boy I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinn

Straight out the motherfucking bay Here we go [2Pac] Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies Around the corner there's another nigga wa

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 Sayin we cousins, knowin that

[2Pac] Another shady mission, had enough of shady tricks, you so suspicious, like watchin' pictures and haze vision... tonight is love makin', take you any place you wish, today we satisfied, and tradin' slowly kisses... blind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my family, not understandin

Initiated - 2pac[Songtekst]
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique. We gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from Death Row BIOTCH <echoes> hahaha Ay yo Kurupt you first to blast nigga and you know how we do

[church bells ringing in background] In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has just released another album under the alias Makaveli. Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement. Although n

Keepin it real Verse One: 2Pac I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what rem

Spoken: Outlaw In This No doubt,Death Row, Makaveli You can call me daddy I'll be ya daddy JUST LIKE DADDY Foe tha ladies Chorus: Come with me and tha time we bump, deticaite slow jams on tha radio, know ya happy I can feel ya passion lookin out foe ya just like daddy, come on, sun shine

[2Pac] Let it be prophesized; niggaz'll die because ya crew's goon Around the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon Heard it in whispered tones Niggaz is bold and they choose to roll I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter Niggaz dyin by

Krazy - 2pac[Songtekst]
[Intro] Hand me a cigarette DAWG! {*inhales*} They got me feelin crazier than a motherfucker I got Bad Ass in this motherfucker Makaveli the Don, representin the Outlawz Bad Ass representin the L.B.C. So what'cha wanna do? Y'know how we do it {*overlapping the [Intro]*} .. puffin on lye H

[Malcolm Jamal Warner] Let me show you, the rhyme.. Excuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs glasses and so does Mrs. Justice by her side Both the broads are blind as bats, stumblin through - the system Justice bumped into M'Tulu, trippin on Geronimo Pratt but stepped right over Oliver and his croo

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

[2Pac (Hook)] Nigga westside Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker [2pac] Can't nob

[DJ Quik] Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy Hey man so far I've been listenin to your album and I ain't heard nuttin you could kick back and smoke a beadie to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you check a fat-ass ba

[2Pac] Now you've been actin like you want it for a long time All up in a nigga face, givin 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 niggaz throw the dick well Everybody ge

Throw them thangs X3 The quicker the nigga can go on The faster the nigga can get his dough on Then I can hit my flow and get my ho on Them niggas don't know what goes on They trying to fuck with all they clothes on Then act up when all the hoes gone Are you ready for my flow? hit me (Hoooo

Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected Ain't nothin changed All the promises you made, before you got elected.. .. they ain't came true [2Pac] Tell

(Eight Mile Road) Land of the Free, and home of the enslaved Till the concept of time 6 hours, 22 minutes, and 3 seconds, I've been standing in this county line By the looks of the Gridlock outside Its gotta be about 3:39 Everybody rushin from place to place The looks on their faces ain't no