1.Soldier Like Me(Return Of The Soulja)
Artist：2Pac／Eminem
So what I'm gonna do, hopefully, is, I wanna be..
I-I don't wanna be I +am+, Tupac Shakur
{＊vocal scratch： 'guess who's back' - 4X＊}
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier
Everywhere I see, a soldier like me
Posse deep as I roll through the streets
Motherfuck the police as we creep in our Jeeps
Layin so low you'd think I'm asleep
But at the slightest beef I'm robbin niggaz of they teeth
And OPD can get the dick if they play toughy
Last time them niggaz rushed me I ain't bust but now I'm touched
Trust me, ain't nuttin jumpin but these buckshots
A nigga's got enough knocks, I'm poppin at corrupt cops {＊pow＊}
Them motherfuckers catch a hot one
You wanted to start a problem now you coward cops have got one
And there's no prison that can hold ya
Motherfuck a soldier ready to roll or take control
So now I jack 'em while they sleepin
Roll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct {＊pin,
explosion＊}
Some people panic, brothers bugged out
I had to keep poppin cause there's no stoppin 'til they rubbed
out
And they vest don't protect from the head wounds
Reload ammunitions and them bitches will be dead soon {＊boom＊}
Smoke risin from the barrel of my shotty
I finally got revenge now count the bodies
Twenty cops, one for every year in jail
Tryin to keep a nigga down but you failed
Before I let you take me, I told ya
Fuck bein trapped, I'm a soldier
I betcha that's how I got some things you ain't got
that's called courage, and it don't come
from no flick or bottle, it ain't scotch
It's not bourbon, I don't walk around
like no G cause that ain't me
I'm not that person, I don't try
to act like you do cause that ain't you
You just burpin, you ain't
2Pac and the mad bitch
In the six-fo' rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch
Gettin ghost on them bitches in the town
Bustin out the back seat nigga when we clown
Homey is you down？ D got the strap and she anxious {＊click＊}
Hurry up 'fore she spank shit {＊tires peeling＊}
Comin 'round the corner spittin rounds, they can't hold me down
Caught them sucker-ass bitches outta bounds
Now tell me how that sound, a double date laced with hate
Make 'em pray for the judgment day
Now tell me how that sound, a double date laced with hate
Make 'em pray for the judgment day - stinkin beotch!
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier
Everywhere I see, a soldier like me
2.The Uppercut
Artist：2Pac／Edi／Noble
I wanted to bring back that reality
Nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
And I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga
That's why its so raw to just watch me battle lions
Cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggaz three times my
size
Watch this uppercut, here it comes..
Watch the jab nigga...ugh...here it come
Look out, watch my arms..
Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice
Commin' equipped with some shit that niggaz just can't believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze
I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body
My middle finger to you hoe niggaz
Run up on me, and I'll be forced to let it go nigga
I ain't the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high
I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die
Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine
Cause in the dope game, niggaz'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time
and its a bitch 'cause the judge gave you 8 years
You doin 6 and we know that you can't hang
You a trick rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up？ nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up？ nigga!
They got a nigga in the dice game
I'm feelin' lucky but the nigga just a little bigger
He tryin fuck me out my cash, ima blast nigga
He don't know I gotta tell ya like the last nigga
Gotta go don't need to roll for the truck, I get 'em up
Left to right, my uppercut'll hit 'em up (ha)
I'm known to walk the streets on any block
I love my niggaz, but I ain't puttin down my glock
The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga
Ima show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha)
Lay it down just to prove it
And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up？ nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up？ nigga!
They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants
This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh)
Roll on our enemies, beat 'em at they own game
Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames
Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back
Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
Wanna see my kids grow don't know if ima make it though
One more nigga came up short in the ghetto
Society lied to me so I'm strapped with the metal
Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel
Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em'
I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em'
I done made so many mistakes but still I don't regret em'
I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons
We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up？ nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up？ nigga!
To all the comrads no longer with us, see you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the
uppercut
'Til we get up there with y'all, YOU KNOW!
Thug Life we still livin it
Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!
3.Out On Bail
Oh I posted bail？ I'm out this motherfucker？ I CAN GO？!
Aw FUCK Y'ALL! Ay fuck the judge
Fuck the motherfuckin district attorney, the prosecutor
And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box, FUCK ALL Y'ALL
Cause I'm out on motherfuckin bail
Y'all ain't NEVER gon' see me in this motherfucker again
Drop that shit Em
Let these ol' punk-ass bitches know how we runnin this shit
Niggaz ain't goin back to court, you STANK-ASS BITCHES
I'm stuck in jail, the D.A.'s tryin to burn me
I'd be out on bail, if I had a good attorney
Want to label me a criminal and cuff me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up - I ain't trippin
In the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin, they askin me what
happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson？
I can't sleep! They takin Polaroids
And I'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noise
Man I wish I had my glock, cause it's major
I'm makin shanks out the plastic in razors
These motherfuckers won't leave me alone, that's my word
Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin murder
I'm makin co-llect calls to my ol' bitches
Send mo' pictures, and make me some mo' riches
To all the suckers on the block, talkin shit while I was locked
up
Be prepared to get socked up
Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief
And you bullshittin bitches ain't changin me
I came straight up out the gutter, I was saved from hell
And I'm a thug, I was raised in jail, now I'm out on bail
(Out on bail) You know what fuckin time it is
I'm out on bail (thug life nigga) 50,000 BEYOTCH! I'm out on
bail
(Out on bail) Hand me some motherfuckin cold 40's in this bitch
nigga
Cause I'm out on bail (thug life nigga)
Ay pass me my motherfuckin Rolex
Yes bitch, that's a Presidential
I'm stuck in jail, and mad as a bitch
I'd be out on bail, if it wasn't for the snitch
Runnin wild through the streets like I'm loco
And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds
I got no love in my heart cause I'm heartless
Mobbin in the park after dark when I start shit
Rippin up the scene as a teen I was at it, hey
And sellin product to the addicts cause they gotta have it
I was a well-known thug and I got a lot of love
Hangin out with the O.G.'s, shootin up the clubs
And momma told me, don't hang with the homies
But they got me if they need me, den it's ON G
Got me sittin in a cell, a five by seven
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven？
Got my bitches on the outside, writin me letters
And they tell me they love me, and the shit'll get better
I don't believe 'em cause I just got the news on the wire
Take it how you want it but your picture's on fire
I gotta be a player so I stay strong
Cause I know that I won't be away long
And when I finally do hit the fuckin streets, I'ma handle this
A thug nigga gettin scandalous, I'm on bail
(Out on bail) (thug life, will never fail)
See, out on bail, beyotch! (thug life nigga)
Know what time it is (thug life nigga) I'm out on bail
(Out on bail) You know
Out on bail (thug life nigga) y'all know that shit
(thug life nigga) Get me up out this
Yo {？} get me up out this motherfucker baby
(Out on bail) (thug life, will never fail)
(thug life nigga) (thug life nigga)
Motherfuckers tryin, to harass a player
Man I ain't goin for this ol' crazy ol' shit
Dealin with you scandalous bitches
Y'all need to pop some of these crooked ass motherfuckin judges
But here go the motherfuckin bank, I'm out on bail
I'll see you motherfuckers at the next show
Get popped quick, Biggie is my bitch
You know, that's that ol' real thug shit
Real live thug shit, genuine
Y'knahmsayin？ I wouldn't waste yo' motherfuckin time with no
bullshit baby
Trust me, it's that real shit
Talkin bout that shit you can be tellin your grandkids about
y'know？
I ran with a thug nigga, believe that
This is for my fuckin nigga Em and the motherfuckin boys
In case you wonderin, we doin this shit, hell motherfuckin yeah
An ounce of that shit, sittin in yo' motherfuckin lap
Now press rewind nigga
4.Ghetto Gospel
Uhh.. hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel
Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaands
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior, without the sound of guns
If I could recollect a-from my hood days
I sit and reminisce, thinkin of bliss on the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em
They tested with stress that they under
And nowadays things change
Everyone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange
And for me it's a first
We left 'em a world that's cursed, and it - hurts
Cause any day they'll push the button
And all come in like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nuttin
Don't it make you get teary, the world looks dreary
When you wipe yo' eyes see it clearly
There's no need for you to FEAR me
If you take your time and HEAR me, maybe you can learn to CHEER
me
It ain't about black or white cause we human
I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel
Tell me do you see that old lady, ain't it sad
Livin out of bags, plus shes glad for the little things she, has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess who's givin birth to a, baby？
I don't trip and let it fade me
From out of the fryin pan, we jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back, will I still keep the -
courage？
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
I made mistakes, but learned from every one
And when it's said and done, I bet there's got to be a better
one
If I upset you don't stress, never forget
That God is up in this with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his, thang
But am I less holy？
Cause I chose to puff a blunt, and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace within the war in the streets, my ghetto
gospel
Lord can you hear me speak？ ..
The pain and strife of bein hellbound
5.Black Cotton
Artist：2Pac／Eminem／Kastro／Noble
Black Cotton
Black Cotton
Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak
Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then answer this too-
Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be negative？
What's the matter G？ Black cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me？)
Dum dum diddy is it me？
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets
If not peace then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)
Nobody don't care
(No matter how hard I try／Look to the sky／--？)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams／Drowned in by screams／No answer to my
questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed／Why do I stress？／It's like I'm being
tested)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my prayers／Vanish to thin air／Please answer my
questions)
Nobody don't care
In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live your life like such
Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't listen to 'em
Your power movement was cool
But it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what I know
I don't trust none
Look what the 80's did
To what's Bebe's kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't own us yet
Black cotton, I'm plottin' --
I'm workin' without a profit
They shacklin' all my homies
I'm hurtin' but keep the mind
？？
certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas
What's the reward for a strugala
If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves
If you ain't got a penny, mind the glove
No love
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds
Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine
Black Cotton
Nobody don't care
(No matter how hard I try／Look to the sky／--？)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams／Drowned in by screams／No answer to my
questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed／Why do I stress？／It's like I'm being
tested)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my prayers／Vanish to thin air／Please answer my
questions)
Nobody don't care
6.Loyal To The Game
Artist：2Pac／G-Unit
I'm loyal to the game
Now I've got task, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me？
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's
be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid, pullin razors on niggaz when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama - busta you ain't
heard？
I've been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocked g, and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
I do my thang, respect my hustle, I ain't playin
nigga I'm loyal to the game
You get in my way and I'll cock and pop that thang
man, I'm loyal to the game
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin
I'm loyal to the game
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out yo' brain
Posessed by the streets, you cain't tell me that this ain't home
I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't gone
I'm gettin used to the needles on the bathroom sink
Gotta close my do' because the backroom stinks
See daddy don't work and, mama don't drink but
daddy do dope and, mama can't think so
Look like, I'ma be the man of the house
Gotta have somethin to put in her hand when it's out
Up early in the mornin, the first to get it
They say if you really want it, then come on with it
Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars
And I only spend 30 days behind bars
I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid
I handled any beef that they sent my way
So send me to the pen but you know I won't change
It's thug in my veins, I'm loyal to the game
Yeah, it ain't my fault I came up fast
And you're the name niggaz bring up last
And all the dames get a king of ass, ten grand on every ring I
flash
Leap frog, and I'ma have to fling yo' ass
I'm on the block where it's scorchin hot
If you get caught in the crossfire, they'll have to peel you off
the block
I get 'dro by the pickle jar
These broke niggaz wanna get the star, so I don't keep the
four-nickel far
My lips are zipped, I'm loyal to the game
Bring your bitch around me, I'm spoilin her brain
Leave more slugs to boil in your frame
Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain
The paint's the same color as oil in the Range
I'm stingy, ain't got nuttin for you but some change, yeah
I'm good now but the fact still remains
that the struggle that I'm from's attached to my name
Heh, yeah, 2Pac's in this motherfucker
G-Unit in the motherfuckin house
7.Thugs Get Lonely Too
Artist：2Pac／Nate Dogg
Hahahaha, man you crazy, see
It ain't easy bein me
Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly
I got these fakes and these backstabbers chasin me around
And it's always drama, whenever I wanna get around
Momma told me, long before I ever came up
Gotta be true, to what you do and keep the game up
Cause thangs change, and jealousy becomes a factor
Best friends at your wife's house, tryin to mack her
I'm on tour, but still they keep on knockin at my door
And I got no time to worry, I'm steady wantin more
Every day is a test yes, I try hard
But I'm strugglin with every breath, I pray to God
that the woman that I left at home, all alone
There ain't nothin like tryin to bone, over the phone
In my mind I can see her naked, I can't take it
Got me shakin at the thought that we can make it
I torture me
I'm rollin out on tour today, you gettin sad cause I'm goin
away, the...
... chickenheads wanna play with me, you gettin mad cause you
think I'ma sway
Some of 'em cute some of 'em fine as fuck
I hear 'em scream soon as I hit the stage, nah...
Still I be gettin lonely for you
I'm comin home soon as I make this pay, make this pay
I call you up long distance, on the telephone
Wanna tuck you in even though I can't make it home
I whisper thangs in your ear like you're near me
Wonder if you feel me, from far away, and can you hear me？
It seems to me, that you're jealous
Cause I'm hustlin and makin money, with the fellas
In the backstreets, tryin to track me, baby hold up!
Thugs get lonely too, but I'm a soldier
And there's no way I'ma stop makin money
Cause your attitude's changed and you're actin a little funny
Always complainin, sayin we don't spend time
Can't you see I got enough stress on my mind？
And hangin up like you all that
Then get mad when I tell you that I'm busy baby, call back
Please, ain't nothin left to say to you
Thugs, get lonely too, YOU KNOW
I sit alone in my room drinkin, without a care
Talkin out loud to you, like you're there
Take your picture out my back pocket, man it's on
You're the first face I wanna see, when I get home
Wanna love you 'til the sun rise, buckwild
Touchin every wall in the house, thug style
Put your hands on the headboard, think of me
Drippin sweat on top of you, sink and see
this in yo' head that I'm makin love, so turn the lights down
Reminisce and relax, cause baby right now
I feel it in the middle of my stomach
You whisper in my ear and baby tell me how you really want it
Hold on tightly, watch the ceiling
Scratch my back's how you react, let me know you feel me
Cause everything I'm givin to you, is so true
And thugs get lonely too, YOU KNOW
Yeah, thug life BAY-BEE!
Steady thuggin
Ay so you remember that next time you sweatin me when I'm on the
road baby
Thugs get lonely too, we ain't gotta go through all this
bullshittin ass problems
If you wanna be real with me, be real with me
If you wanna be fake, move on to the next one, that ain't me
YOU KNOW
8.N.I.G.G.A.(Never Ignorant About Getting Goals Accomplished)
Artist：2Pac／Jadakiss
{'Niggaz!'} Yeah.. uh..
{'Niggaz!'}
Who's afraid of the punk police？
Niggaz run the streets, no justice no peace
Fuck the law, I'd rather draw than do time
Don't fuck with mine 'cross the line
my two nines go BIYA BIYA when I shoot 'em
Korean motherfuckers was crooked
so niggaz had to burn and loot 'em
Now the streets ain't safe at night, my niggaz
Uhh, straight take his life
So don't sleep when my team creep up, how we hit 'em
Empty the clip, then dip cause we did 'em
Lickin off shots for Latasha, that's proper
Love for my niggaz but a glock for the coppers
So what the fuck you wanna do now？
I packed a nine last year
In ninety-nine I'm packin two now
And even if they pull they triggers, they can shoot one man
But nuttin's gonna stop the plan of true niggaz
{'Niggaz!'} Yeah, niggaz - can't fuck with us
{'Niggaz!'} Yeah, niggaz
Cause bein a nigga means you love niggaz, haha
{'Niggaz!'} I was raised in this society so there's no way you
can
expect me to be a perfect person, cause I'ma do what I'ma do
Aiyyo!
My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em Bedrocks
Niggaz is like photographers, all they take is headshots
Your last words'll be, damn, what's all these red dots？
Niggaz nowadays they worry me
My bars is therapy, as long as you usin 'em thoroughly
Muah 'til the day that they bury me
My niggaz is stronger and tighter now than they probably ever be
And I'm a product of the 70's
The hood got niggaz on punishment, that's why they never leave
If I ain't eatin wit'chu I'm probably beefin wit'chu
If no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin wit'chu
I know you got a gun but I'm hopin you keep it wit'chu
Cause unfortunately I'm one of the rappers that keep a pistol
and
know what the llama do, Shady／Aftermath
Ruff Ryders, D Block, and of course Amaru
Lot of people honor you, probably cause the way
that you used to bring the drama to, whoever you wanted to
You a leader when you can get a leader to follow you
But, anyway, life goes on
So I'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do
{'Niggaz!'} Nigga! Can't fuck with us
9.Who Do You Love？
Maybe it's the thug in me
Ever since I was a young scrub
I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin drugs
And runnin from the NARC's when they pass by, don't ask why
I'm a hustler, 'til my ass die
Even if I do come up, I'll be ready when they run up, huh
I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
I never trust these hoes at all
Fuckin with them tramp-ass sluts you supposed to fall
Said she played you for your money but the shit was cool
Yes it's true, niggaz be bitches too
You can't see how she worked you, all up in the skirt
Now you lookin like a jerk cause she hurt you
Now head's up, don't be a playa hater, just peep game
Keep your mind on your money watch the bitch change
See hoes love thugs, and thugs love loot
Hand it over motherfucker 'fore I shoot - who do you love？
Maybe it's the thug in me, maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me who do you love？
Maybe it's the thug in me, maybe it's the thug in me
Who do you love？
I'm livin that, thug life bay-bee!
Steady smokin indo, goin cra-zy
Baby come and hug me when you rub me, turn the lights down
We in the dark, do you love me？
Everybody's talkin 'bout they, KNOW ME
But they ain't down like my motherfuckin homies
Tell me what you need when you, SEE ME
And we can get it on, BEOTCH, take it ea-sy
Don't try to hold me, control me
But you can take my number baby call me when you lone-ly
Cause it's a man's world, ain't no need to ask why
I'm high 'til I die, and strapped with my fo'-five
Cause you can lose it in the gutter
I wonder if I'll die by the hands of another broke motherfucker
They call me the alcoholer, I'm all in
Thug for life nigga ballin
I'm gettin tired of these hoes tryin to play me
You can't fade me and my niggaz goin crazy
All day long I'm straight thuggin, and constantly mean muggin
Breakin the bitches that be buggin tell me who do you love？
10.Crooked Nigga Too
Yo 'Pac
That's right, hehehe
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Yeah..
Niggaz just wanna know
if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit
Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true
Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
A loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip
One motherfucker from the Underground
And Big Stretch buckin niggaz if they fuck around
Yo why I got beef with police？
Ain't that a bitch that motherfuckers got a beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police
instead of them motherfuckers blamin me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when the punk motherfuckers get to trippin I got shit too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then, I gotta do what I do
and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you; but until then I gotta do what I do
and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth; but until then
I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you; but until then I gotta do what I do
and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth; OOOH!
You can't fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggaz
Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the Constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the niggaz from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn
and Harlem
And we ain't shootin at each other (fuck no!)
That's my motherfuckin brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover
And all the bitches from the Klan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
Genuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my fuckin tec-9
They know they scared to see us sober
(ahhhhhhh) Cobra, and niggaz'll take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you)
Blame the Korean.. (fuck that) or be a crooked nigga too
Pardon me？ Play like Jasmine Guy and try me
I'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell
I got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers
And nuttin but love for each other
So motherfucker make a motion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga
but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin petrol
You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row
But I learn to look ahead of me
Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin up precincts and OOOH
You can't fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too
11.Don't You Trust Me
I ain't got time for this, man I'm out
[Chorus：Dido samples from 'Do You Have a Little Time', no 'Pac
ad-libs first use]
You should stop, for a while
You will find me standing by (don't you trust me)
Over here, at the side, of your life (it's not that I don't
trust you)
You spend all your hours just rushing, around
Do you have a little time
to have a little time for me？ (not that I don't trust you)
As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me
See you got me trapped I'm goin crazy this is slavery
You act like it's arranged, just give me space and we'll get
better
And maybe we won't argue and be through with all these sorry
letters
Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree
Where you been and who you wit, I get no room to breathe
It makes me wanna leave, I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve
Your suspicious I deceive, gimme grief when poppa leave
But to me, if you really trust me then it's pitiful
Question me about my whereabouts, that's so trivial
Let me live my life and you can live yours
Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here
for
Not to give me stress and add to pressure
Home is where I go to rest, I go to pass the test
I'm sorry if I left you all alone
but I couldn't make it home, so we argue on the phone
Don't you trust me？
Callin at my house then hangin up, you think that makes sense？
Tell me what it takes for us to shank so we can be friends
It's time for us to take our seperate paths
We had a lot of laughs but the good's become the past
Let's make it an even break, don't make it scandalous
Try and be mature, I'm pretty sure that we can handle this
You're sayin I'm too busy, I ignore you
I guess you didn't hear me when I said that I, cared for you
But now it seems the arguments are nightly
I wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me
So why let it stress and aggravate me
Instead I'd rather break, hope you don't hate me
You tell me that you love me but you're lyin
Fightin back the hurt so just start cryin
I'll wipe away your tears, come and hug me
I love you like you love ME, girl, but don't you trust me？
I hang up the phone, I can't bear to hear you yellin at me
Maybe we should end it, neither one of us are happy
You know that I'm emotional, you milk me
Comin over cryin just to get me feelin guilty
You and me were meant to be and yet
You always wanna sweat, how much closer can we get
Don't fret, just let me pack my things and I'll be outtie
This time I'm breakin out, you let your mouth overcrowd me
I can't take the beefin and the griefin
I get no room to sleep, I hope to see some cause I'm leavin
Maybe next time you'll be a little more sure
And I can give you more when you mature
But baby until then I gotta leave ya
It's not that I don't need ya but SEE YA
And I hope you understand why I'm bustin
Not because we bust our love, hah, don't you trust me？
Don't you trust me？
It's not that I don't trust you
Don't you trust me？
It's not that I don't trust you
12.Hennessey
Artist：2Pac／Obie Trice
Hahah! Yeah nigga fuck that gin ＆ juice (Hennessy)
Just pour me a glass of that dark shit
That's right
Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death
I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
These motherfuckers wanna see me die, so who am I
to try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them niggaz fry
Hey, remember me？ Down that Hennessy
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me procede
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me
Now that it's poppin ain't no love bitch
I maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dyin days
Ain't nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so nigga blaze
Cause we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggaz makin
moves
Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip
when they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's West
Troubled child comin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, them niggaz was ballin
My mama couldn't tell me shit, the streets was callin
I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law
I look back, 'Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
P-Funk got it pumpin, he had the connects
Threw the sack to his lil' niggaz workin the set
And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
Detroit niggaz off shit
And this your road days, 'All Eyez on Me'
We was loonie I suppose, you could
O. Trice always rep his block
Pass the Henn and that ice, I'm on a track with 'Pac nigga
Yeah, ay 'Pac, 'Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy
You put it down out here, I mean, y'know
Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always
'2Pacalypse Now' 'til infinity boy, forever
Shady Records, Afeni Shakur, whattup？ Yeah
Obie Trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga
13.Thug 4 Life
Hahaha, right
Thug for life nigga
Can't you read the signs？
Mobbin like a motherfucker, stuck, can you picture
middle finger out the window gettin fucked off, liquor
Get loaded, can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bozack to the hoe-stack, that's fo' sho' black
So be a mack and keep ya dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G？
I started with a co-down, soon bounced to a ki'
You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young motherfucker doin dirt
And now I'm in the rap game, like the crack game, I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun
Stuck in, buckin my motherfuckin Magnum
What does it take to be a G？
Silence is a must, violence is a plus, bust
shots at my adversaries, them niggaz scurry
Pick a spot to be buried cause I'll be buckin in a fuckin hurry
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Game, thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake,
bitches
And jealous motherfuckers can't see
That's it's the thing that cost, these stupid bitches pass the
pussy free
So tell me why you sweat a motherfucker like me
A young nigga tryin to hustle up some G's
You pussy-ass playa hatin hoes
Freakin down on niggaz, jumpin around at the shows
And you the first motherfucker to jump
to the trunk when it's time for funk, little trick-ass punk
Thug motherfuckers don't die
We get high and we multiply, motherfucker
Give a holla to my niggaz in the Bay
I'm livin in L.A., still clutchin on my AK
Thug for life, beotch!
Yeah nigga, thug life, from now until for motherfuckin forever
Have knots in this motherfucker
Yeah
14.Po Nigga Blues(Scott Storch Remix)
Artist：2Pac／Ron Isley
(Scott, Storch) Hey!
Why'd you slang crack？ I had to
Why'd you slang crack？ Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack？ Cause I had to
A nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent
Crazy, I gotta work with what'chu gave me
You claimin I'm a criminal and you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
Now I'm lost in this holocaust headin for my grave G
I told Sam he could fuck the war
And got a busted jaw for sayin fuck the law
And if you wonder why I'm mad check the record
What's a nigga gotta do to get respected？
Sometimes I think I'm gettin tested
And if I don't say yes a nigga's quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay testin
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin restless
Walkin around, ready to light shit up
But since my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck buck is the sound as I move up
Other niggaz pay attention when a fool bust, huh
They make a nigga be a killer; I used to be a dealer
but they wanted to see who's realer
Now them same motherfuckers wanna murder me
And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me, huh
I need loot, so I'm doin what I do
And don't say shit until you walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nuttin left to lose, so I'm singin nigga blues
Poppa need brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do？
My little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella
Just to live large like Rockefeller？
And did you ever stop to think
I'm old enough to go to war, but I ain't old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book, huh
And you're hooked on my 'I Don't Give a Fuck' look
Make your rules, I'ma break 'em
No matter how much you make 'em, you show me bacon I'm take 'em
So don't you ever tempt me
I'm a fool for mine nigga and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in the barrio
You're livin worse than the niggaz in the ghetto so
I give a fuck about your language or complexion
You got love from the niggaz in my section
You got problems with the punk police？
Don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me
We ain't free, I'll be damned if I play the trick
for a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, caucausian bitch
Down with my homeboy Rich, huh
Fuck a snitch and a groupie-ass bitch
And the nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home
so he can go out and bone, huh
And you wonder why we blazin niggaz
Cause you punks havin babies can't raise the niggaz
And they down to be fuck-ups too
Drinkin forties of brew, huh, singin nigga blues
Why'd you slang crack？ Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack？ Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack？ Cause I had to
Now I'm headin for the motherfuckin pen
15.Hennessey(Red Spyda Remix)
Artist：2Pac／Edi／Sleepy Brown
Nigga fuck that gin ＆ juice, I'm fuckin with Hennessy
Just pour me a glass of that dark shit
That's right
Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death
I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
These motherfuckers wanna see me die, so who am I
to try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them niggaz fry
Hey, remember me？ Down that Hennessy
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me procede
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me
Now that it's poppin ain't no love bitch
I maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dyin days
Ain't nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so nigga blaze
Cause we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggaz makin
moves
Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip
when they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy
Yeah
Up late nights (c'mon) under the city lights
The Henn got me feelin right, I'm tryin to keep from swervin
She's so fine and she love Henn too
After a couple of shots she said, 'I could do what I wanna do'
(That's right) We ain't sippin champagne (nah) we off the
Henn-Rock
Alcoholics back at the liquor sto' cause we can't stop (can't
stop)
And won't stop (we won't stop) all night long
'til the break of dawn, gettin it on, Hennessy
Ooooh, lady watchin (lady watchin) as I'm glidin by (glidin by)
And the place is jumpin.. that I can't deny (no, noo, no)
Ooh I can't wait to go in, throw my glass in the sky (glass in
the sky)
For the people partyin, 'til the mornin light
We keep on sippin, and sippin, and sippin
ba-ba-dahhhhh, Hennessy
16.Crooked Nigga Too(Raphael Saadiq Remix)
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggaz just wanna know
if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass sheeeit
Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true
Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
A loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip
One motherfucker from the Underground
And Big Stretch buckin niggaz if they fuck around
Yo why I got beef with police？
Ain't that a bitch that motherfuckers got a beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police
instead of them motherfuckers blamin me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when the punk motherfuckers get to trippin I got shit too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (hell yeah)
But until then, I gotta do what I do
and stay a crooked nigga too
I've got to do, what I'm gon' do
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gon' live how I live - how else you want a nigga to live？
I'm gon' do, what I do
I'm gon' say, what I say
I'm gon' live how I live - how do you want a nigga to live？
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggaz
Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the Constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the niggaz from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn
and Harlem
And we ain't shootin at each other
That's my motherfuckin brother, so take two, run for cover
And all the bitches from the Klan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
Genuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my fuckin tec-9
They know they scared to see us sober (ahhhhh)
Stop drinkin King Cobra, and niggaz'll take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you)
Blame the Korean, blame the jew, or be a crooked nigga too
Aiyyo! Why me？ Play like Jasmine Guy and try me
I'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell
I got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers
And nuttin but love for each other
So motherfucker make a motion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga
but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin petrol
You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row
But I learn to look ahead of me
Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin up precincts and OOOH
You can't fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I'm a crooked nigga too)
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I'm a crooked.. crooked nigga too)
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
Y'all gon' stop fuckin with me
17.Loyal To The Game (DJ Quik remix)(Dj Quik Remix)
Artist：2Pac／Big Syke
Now I've got task, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me？
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's
be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid, pullin razors on niggaz when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama - busta you ain't
heard？
I've been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocked g, and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
{'Prince of peace must hear our plea'}
{'Told life you'd be back'} {'There you were'}
{'Prince of peace must hear our plea'}
{'Everybody look around'} {'There is no hope'}
{'Prince of peace must hear our plea'}
{'Brothers we better get hip'}
My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood
I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood
And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the block
Off the curb and niggaz swerve, serve a smoker a rock
And I'm hot like fish grease and nigga so is my Caddy
And I'm steady catchin static, move the traffic to the alley
Out in Cali niggaz rally others all for the soil
Mix the work with bakin soda and get the water to boil
OH NO can't no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayne
Cause snitches bitches and they ain't been loyal to the game
My niggaz feel my pain, when sunshine turn to rain
You know these buster motherfuckers came to fuck the game
And it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes
When they yellin that he tellin get to me, no surprise, nigga
{'And come off this trip'}
Loyalty, undeservedly, never heard of me
I, be the exception, the epitome of adaption
The superficial surroundings, bullets fiends cockhounds and
enemies in my family extortin schemin and scammin me (pop pop)
I'm like loose rollin, I'm growin until the diesel hit me
I'm badder than bruised, and madder havin to choose
'tween happiness and the blues, and who be fillin my shoes
when I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me lose
But panic when I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool
Y'all rappin I'm talkin cool, and Columbine is not cool
In Compton they shoot up schools too, ridin by to see who's who
Cock the shotty they cruise through, rock the body blood ooze
through
Tell his family that dude's blue, no comin back
from him scrappin when niggaz was packin and he wasn't packin
too
So if you feel me you know when they try to kill me they slow
I seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em
{'Thugs throw like wine down a nigga's throat
if this shit don't STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!'}
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