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  • Short D Man Artist: 20 Fingers Album: 20 Fingers Description Not Provided Lyrics Ah, ah
    Ah, ah
    Ah, ah, Ah, ah

    Ah, ah
    Ah, ah
    Ah, ah, Ah, ah

    Don't want no short d*** man
    Don't want no short d*** man
    Don't want no short d*** man
    Don't want no short d*** man

    Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't
    Don't, don't, don't, don't

    Don't want, don't want, don't want, don't want

    Don't want no short d*** man
    Don't want no short d*** man

    Iny weeny teeny weeny
    Shriveled little short d*** man

    Don't want, Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want, Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want, Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want, Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want, Don't want, Don't want,

    What in the world is that thing?
    Do you need some tweezers to put that thing away

    That has got to be the smallest d***
    I've ever seen in my whole life
    I have ever seen in my whole life

    Get the f*** outta here
    Iny weeny teeny weeny
    Shriveled little short d*** man

    Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want
    Don't want
    Don't want
    Don't want
    Don't want

    Uh! Uh! Uh!
    Uh! Uh! Uh!

    Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
    Uh! Uh! Uh!

    Isn't that cute an extra belly button
    You need to put your pants back on honey

    Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't
    Don't, don't, don't, don't

    Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want no short d*** man
    Don't want no short d*** man

    Iny wee(x15)

    Iny weeny teeny weeny
    Shriveled little short d*** man

    Pobre, pobrecito
    Que diablo eso

    Pobre, pobreci, pobre procito

    Que, que, que, que, que diablo eso

    Don't (X36)


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  • All About U (Featuring: Nate Dogg, YGD Tha Top Dawg) Artist: 2Pac Album: New Jack City II Description Not Provided Lyrics You probably crooked as the last trick
    Women like it how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
    Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run
    Its just my luck I'm stuck f**kin with wrong one, UHHH
    Wise decisions based on lies we living
    Skandalous times is games like my religion
    You could be rolling with a thug
    Instead you with this weak scrub
    Looking for some love.
    In every club I see you standing like you want it
    Well baby if yah got it better flaunt it
    Let the liquor help you get up on it
    I'm still tipsy from last night
    Bumpin' in walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
    I try to hollar but you say you taken
    Sayin' you ain't impressed with the money I'm makin'
    Guess its true what they telling me
    Fresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity
    So thats the reason why I call
    And maybe you with it
    Fantansies of the sweatin.
    Can I hit it? (Ha Ha)
    Addicted to the things you do
    Its still true what I'm saying Boo
    Cuz this is All About U

    Chorus 2X
    Every other city we go
    Every other video
    [its all about u]
    No matter where I go
    I see the same hoe

    I'll make a promise if yah go with me
    Just let me know, I'll have you hollaring
    My name out before I leave
    Nobody loves me I'm a thug ni**a
    I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers
    I love ni**as
    Be coming from the same place
    Witness me hollar at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes
    How can I tell her I'm a playa
    And I don't even care
    Creep though
    Weed smokes into the air
    Everywhere I go, its all about the crooked hoes
    Waiting for ni**as at the end of every show
    I just seened yah in my friends video
    Never put you on my friends so here we go
    Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm going through
    It's all about U

    Chorus 2X

    Is you sick from the d**k or is it the flu
    It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
    Every other city we go and every video
    Explain to a ni**a why I see the same s**tty ho.
    You think it's all about you?
    Well, boo, I gets down like Dru and my nasty new ni**as, too.
    You couldn't hold me back.
    It'll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack,
    Or perhaps it was a visual bluff.
    When I started to snaps all your ?
    Straight in control.
    Phaser full(?)
    Why hold a cold stroll?
    Coldest set.
    I told you I'm as gold
    And that's gold diggin.
    Cold diggin a ?
    I slide in easily.
    Try a grizzly.
    Sluts know the cuts.
    I came to f**k.
    Try skeezin me.
    Runnin up in this.
    It's like ? when I bring ya the most.
    I f**k a bitch from the West coast to every other country.

    Chorus repeated

    (Spoken by Snoop)
    I'm tellin ya.
    It's the same ol' shit.
    I mean, goddamn, you know what I'm sayin?
    I sitin back watchin Montell Jordan video,
    I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Nate video.
    Then I flip the channel.
    I'm checkin out the my homeboy Tupac video.
    I see the same bitch that was in my video.
    Know what I'm sayin?
    And then, you know what I'm sayin,
    To make that even more f**ked up,
    I'm watchin Million Man March
    And I see the same bitch on the Million Man March
    That was in the homeboy Warren G video.
    I mean, damn, everywhere I look,
    Everywhere I go I see the same ho.
    Don't get mad, I'm only bein real.
    Yeah.


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  • Dear Mama Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Description Not Provided Lyrics You are appreciated

    Verse One: 2Pac

    When I was young me and my mama had beef
    Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
    Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
    Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
    Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
    With the big boys, breakin all the rules
    I she'd tears with my baby sister
    Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
    And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
    When things went wrong we'd blame mama
    I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
    Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
    And who'd think in elementary?
    Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
    And runnin from the police, that's right
    Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
    And even as a crack fiend, mama
    You always was a black queen, mama
    I finally understand
    For a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
    You always was committed
    A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
    There's no way I can pay you back
    But the plan is to show you that I understand
    You are appreciated

    Chorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac

    Lady...
    Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
    Dear mama
    Place no one above ya, sweet lady
    You are appreciated
    Don't cha know we love ya?

    (second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of Dear mama)

    Verse Two: 2 Pac

    Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
    No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
    He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
    Wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
    They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
    I was lookin for a father he was gone
    I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
    They showed a young brother love
    I moved out and started really hangin
    I needed money of my own so I started slangin
    I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
    It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
    I love payin rent when the rent's due
    I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
    Cause when I was low you was there for me
    And never left me alone because you cared for me
    And I could see you comin home after work late
    You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
    Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
    And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
    But now the road got rough, you're alone
    You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
    And there's no way I can pay you back
    But my plan is to show you that I understand
    You are appreciated

    Chorus

    Verse Three: 2 Pac

    Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
    I can always depend on my mama
    And when it seems that I'm hopeless
    You say the words that can get me back in focus
    When I was sick as a little kid
    To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
    And all my childhood memories
    Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
    And even though I act craaazy
    I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
    There are no words that can express how I feel
    You never kept a secret, always stayed real
    And I appreciate, how you raised me
    And all the extra love that you gave me
    I wish I could take the pain away
    If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
    Everything will be alright if ya hold on
    It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
    And there's no way I can pay you back
    But my plan is to show you that I understand
    You are appreciated

    Chorus

    Sweet lady
    And dear mama

    Dear mama
    Lady [3X]


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  • Ghetto Gospel (Featuring: Elton John) Artist: 2Pac Album: The Best of 2Pac - Pt. 2: Life [Explicit] Description Not Provided Lyrics Uhh,
    Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel

    Chorus - Elton John

    Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
    I welcome with my hands
    And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
    And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

    (2 Pac)

    If I could recollect before my hood days
    I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on the good days
    I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
    They tested, it was stressed that they under
    In our days, things changed
    Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange
    And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
    Cause any day they'll push the button
    And yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothing
    Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
    But when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
    There's no need for you to fear me
    If you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
    It ain't about black or white, cause we're human
    I hope we see the light before its ruined
    My ghetto gospel

    Chorus - Elton John

    (2 Pac)

    Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad
    Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
    And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
    Guess she's given birth to a baby
    I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
    We jump into another form of slavery
    Even now I get discouraged
    Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
    I refuse to be a role model
    I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
    I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
    And when its said and done
    I bet this Brotha be a better one
    If I'm upset, you don't stress
    Never forget, that God hasn't finished 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 choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
    Before we find world peace
    We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets
    My ghetto gospel

    Chorus - Elton John

    (2 Pac)

    Lord can you hear me speak!!
    To pay the price of being hell bound...


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  • Hail Mary Artist: 2Pac Album: The Best of 2Pac - Pt. 1: Thug Description Not Provided Lyrics [Makaveli]

    Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body
    The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
    Uhh, feel me!
    And God said he should send his one begotten son
    To lead the wild into the ways of the man
    Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh

    [Chorus: Makaveli]

    Come with me, Hail Mary
    Run quick see, what do we have here
    Now, do you wanna ride or die
    La dadada, la la la la

    [Makaveli]

    I ain't a killer but don't push me
    Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy
    Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted
    Peeped the weakness int he rap game and sewed it
    Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin
    Seein n***** comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin
    Now pay attention, rest in peace father
    I'm a ghost in these killin fields
    Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside
    The solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark
    Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
    Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame
    Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
    Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit
    Stuck, n***** is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus
    Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
    Fuck the world if they can't adjust
    It's just as well, Hail Mary

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Makaveli]

    Penetentiaries is packed with promise makes
    Never realize the precious time the bitch n***** is wastin
    Instutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble
    But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin
    Catch me father please, cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store
    That's the Hennessee I hear ya callin, can I get some more?
    Hail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
    Mama checkin in my bedroom; I ain't there
    I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
    One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you
    On a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs
    We all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs
    To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid
    Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this
    When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark
    Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary n****

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Kastro]

    They got a APB, out on my Thug family
    Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks
    Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
    Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai
    Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high
    Visions of me, Thug livin gettin me by
    Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs
    When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs

    [Young Noble]

    Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin on around me
    Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin rowdy
    Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that mother******
    Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers
    On the regular mashin in a stolen black Ac Integ-ra
    Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya
    Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
    From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt
    Needin work, and I ain't the n**** to put you on
    Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn
    That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
    Hold ya head and stay up, to all my n***** get ya pay and weight up

    [Kastro]

    If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
    Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
    To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
    Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate
    If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
    Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
    To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
    Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

    [Chorus (repeats in background)]

    [Prince Ital]

    We've been traveling on this wayward road
    Long time til I be take a 'eavy load
    But we ride, ride it like a bullet
    Hail Mary, Hail Mary
    We won't worry everyting will come real
    Free like the bird in the tree
    We won't worry everyting will come real
    Yes we free like the bird in the tree
    We runnin from the penetentiary
    This is the time for we liberty
    Hail Mary, Hail Mary

    [Chorus]

    [Makaveli]

    Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days


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  • Changes Artist: 2Pac Album: Greatest Hits Description Not Provided Lyrics 1

    Come on come on
    I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
    Is life worth living should I blast myself?
    I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
    My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
    Cops give a damn about a negro
    Pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
    Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
    One less hungry mouth on the welfare
    First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
    Give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
    It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
    2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
    I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
    Unless we share with each other
    We gotta start makin' changes
    Learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
    And that's how it's supposed to be
    How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
    I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
    But things changed, and that's the way it is

    Bridge w/ changing ad libs

    Come on come on
    That's just the way it is
    Things'll never be the same
    That's just the way it is
    Aww yeah

    (Repeat)

    2

    I see no changes all I see is racist faces
    Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
    We under I wonder what it takes to make this
    One better place, let's erase the wasted
    Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
    'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
    And only time we chill is when we kill each other
    It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
    And although it seems heaven sent
    We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
    It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
    The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
    But some things will never change
    Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
    Now tell me what's a mother to do
    Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
    You gotta operate the easy way
    "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
    Sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
    Well hey, well that's the way it is

    (Bridge)

    (Talking)

    We gotta make a change...
    It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
    Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
    And let's change the way we treat each other.
    You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
    What we gotta do, to survive.

    3

    And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
    It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
    Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
    So the police can bother me
    And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
    But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you
    Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
    Crack you up and pimp smack you up
    You gotta learn to hold ya own
    They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
    But tell the cops they can't touch this
    I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
    That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
    My mama didn't raise no fool
    And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
    & I never get to lay back
    'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
    Some punk that I roughed up way back
    Comin' back after all these years
    Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

    (Bridge 'til fade)


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  • Hit 'Em Up Artist: 2Pac Album: 2Pac Greatest Hits [Explicit] Description Not Provided Lyrics (2 Pac)

    I ain't got no mutha f***** friends
    Thats why I f***** your b****
    You fat mutha-f**** {Take Money}
    West Side
    Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
    You know who the realist is
    N***** we bring it to {Take Money}
    (ha ha, that's alright)

    First off, f*** your b****
    And the click you claim
    West side when we ride
    Come equipped with game
    You claim to be a playa
    But, I f***** your wife
    We bust on Bad Boys
    N***** f*** for Life
    Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
    Hearts I rip
    Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
    Some mark ass b******
    We keep on coming
    While we running for yah jewels
    Steady gunning
    Keep on busting at them fools
    You know the rules
    Little Ceasar go ask you homie
    How I'll leave yah
    Cut your young ass up
    See yah in pieces
    Now be deceased
    Little Kim,
    Don't f*** around with real G's
    Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
    So f*** peace
    I'll let them n***** know
    It's on for Life
    Don't let the west side
    Ride the night (ha ha)
    Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
    F*** with me
    And get your caps peeled
    You know, See

    Chorus

    Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
    Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
    Who shot me,
    But, your punks didn't finish
    Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    N****, I hit 'em up

    Check this out
    You mutha-f***** know what time it is
    I don't know why I'm even on this track
    Y'all n***** ain't even on my level
    I'm going to let my little homies
    Ride on yah
    Bitch made ass Bad Boys b******
    {ahh yo, yo, hold the f*** up}

    Get out the way yo
    Get out the way yo
    Biggie Smalls just got dropped
    Little move pa*s the mac
    And let me hit 'em in his back
    Frank White needs to get spanked right
    For setting up traps
    Little accident murderers
    And I ain't never heard of yah
    Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
    Spank the shank
    Your whole style when I gank
    Guard your rank
    Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
    Puffy weaker than a f***** block
    I'm running through n****
    And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
    In front of yah n****
    With the ready power
    Tucked in my Guess
    Under my Eddie Bower
    Your clout petty sour
    I push packages ever hour
    I hit 'em up

    Chorus

    Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
    Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
    Who shot me,
    But, your punks didn't finish
    Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    N****, We hit 'em up

    Peep how we do it
    Keep it real
    Its penitentiary steel
    This ain't no freestyle battle
    All you n***** getting killed
    With your mouths open
    Tryin' to come up off of me
    You and the clouds hoping
    Smoking dope
    It's like a Shermine
    N***** think they learned to fly
    But they burn mutha-f**** you deserve to die
    Talking about you Getting Money
    But it's funny to me
    All you n***** living bummy
    While you f****** with me?
    I'm a self made Millionaire
    Thug livin', out of prison
    Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
    Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
    And beg the b**** to let you sleep in the house
    Now it's all about versace
    You copied my style
    Five shots couldn't drop me
    I took it and smiled
    Now I'm back to set the record straight
    With my A-K
    I'm still the thug that you love to hate
    Mutha-f**** I'll Hit 'Em Up

    I'm from N E W Jers.
    Where plenty of murder occurs
    No points to come
    We bring drama to all you herds
    Now go check the scenerio
    Little Ceas'
    I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
    Copin' pleas with these
    Little Kim is yah
    Coked up or doped up
    Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
    What the f***?
    Is you stupid?
    I take money,
    Crash and mash through Brooklyn
    With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
    With fifteen shot,
    Cocked glock to your knot
    Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
    And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
    And all your fake ass east coast props
    Brainstormed and locked

    You'se a beat biter
    Pac style taker
    I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
    So fill the Alize with a chaser
    'bout to get murdered for the paper
    E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
    Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
    Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-f***** joke
    Thug Life, n***** better be known
    Be approaching
    In the wide open, gun smoking
    No need for hoping
    It's a battle lost
    I gottem crossed as soon as the f*** is bopping off
    N****, I hit 'em up

    Now you tell me who won
    I see them, they run (ha ha)
    They don't wanna see us
    Whole Junior Mafia click
    Dressing up to be us
    How the f*** they gonna be the Mob?
    When we always on out job
    We millionaire's
    Killing ain't fair
    But somebody got to do it

    Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
    You wanna f*** with us
    You Little young ass mutha-f*****
    Don't one of you n***** got sickle-cell or something
    You f***ing with me, n****?
    You f*** around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
    You better back the f*** up
    Before you get smacked the f*** up
    This is how we do it on our side
    Any of you n***** from New York that want to bring it,
    Bring it.
    But we ain't singing,
    We bringing drama
    F*** you and your mother f***** mama.
    We gonna kill all you mother f******.
    Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
    Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f***** opinion
    Well this is how we gon' do this:
    F*** Mobb Deep,
    F*** Biggie,
    F*** Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f***** crew.
    And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
    Then f*** you too.
    Chino XL, f*** you too.
    All you mother f******,
    F*** you too.
    (take money, take money)
    All of y'all mother f******,
    Fuck you, die slow mother f*****.
    My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
    You mother f****** can't be us or see us.
    We mother f***** Thug Life riders.
    West Side till' we die.
    Out here in California, n****
    We warned ya'
    We'll bomb on you mother f******.
    We do our job.
    You think you the mob, n****, we the mother f***** mob
    Ain't nuttin' but killers
    And the real n*****, all you mother f****** feel us.
    Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
    You n***** laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother f***** belts
    You know how it is and we drop records they felt
    You n***** can't feel it
    We the realist
    F*** 'em.
    We Bad Boy killas.


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  • I Ain't Mad at Cha - Danny Boy (Featuring: Danny Boy) Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me Description Not Provided Lyrics Change, shit
    I guess change is good for any of us
    Whatever it take for any of y'all n***** to get up out the hood
    Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
    Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

    Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
    I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?
    Cause I ain't mad at cha
    Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
    [Danny Boy] I ain't...
    Givin a motherf*****, heheheheheh
    Yeah, n*****
    [Danny Boy] ...mad at cha
    Cause I ain't mad at cha

    Verse One: 2Pac

    Now we was once two n***** of the same kind
    Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
    You was just a little smaller but you still roller
    Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
    Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
    On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
    Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
    Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
    Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
    Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
    I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
    Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
    When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
    When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
    Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
    She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin
    I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
    I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
    And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB
    On the first motherf***** with the wrong shit on
    Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
    Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
    Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherf***** bad
    Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
    And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha
    You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
    Cause I ain't mad at cha
    (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)

    Chorus: Danny Boy

    I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
    I ain't, mad, at cha

    Verse Two: 2Pac

    We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
    Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't
    Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
    I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
    Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind
    In time we learned to live a life of crime
    Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
    I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
    And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
    Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
    I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
    Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
    Don't she'd a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
    I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
    They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs
    In my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
    As soon as I touch down
    I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get f***** down
    The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha
    Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

    Chorus: Danny Boy

    I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
    I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass b****, and I ain't mad at cha)

    Verse Three: 2Pac

    Well guess who's movin up, this n***** ballin now
    Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
    He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
    Went from a nobody n**** to the big, man on the block
    He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
    Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
    See, first you was our n**** but you made it, so the choice is made
    Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
    So full of pain while the weapons blaze
    Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
    Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
    You'll feel the fire from the n***** in my younger days
    So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
    That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
    Til God return me to my essence
    Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
    So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
    I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
    They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
    You n***** just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

    Chorus: Danny Boy

    I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)
    Iiiiiiiii ain't mad [2Pac:] (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
    I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)
    I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
    I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
    I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh


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  • I Get Around Artist: 2Pac Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Description Not Provided Lyrics Aw yeah, I get around
    Still clown with the Underground, when we come around
    Stronger than ever

    [Tupac]
    Back to get wreck
    All respect to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check
    Cause oh they sweat a brother majorly
    And I don't know why, your girl keeps paging me
    She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me
    And every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady take it easy!
    Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy
    Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye
    Just another hazard of a fly guy
    You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got fatter
    Now everybody's looking for the latter
    And ain't no need in being greedy
    If you wanna see me dial the beeper number baby when you need me
    And I'll be there in a jiffy
    Don't be picky, just be happy with this quickie
    But when you learn, you can't tie me down
    Baby doll, check it out, I get around

    What you mean you don't know? I get around
    The Underground just don't stop for hoes, I get around
    Still down with the Underground, I get around
    Yeah, ayo Shock, let them hoes know

    [Shock G]
    Now you can tell from my everday fits, I ain't rich
    So cease and desist with them tricks (tricks)
    I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (mix)
    Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents (A dime and a nickel)
    Just cause I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets
    Baby I can see, that you don't recognize me
    I'm Shock G, the one who put the satin on your panties
    Never knew a hooker that could share me, I get around

    [Money B]
    What's up love, how you doing? (All right)
    Well I've been hanging sanging, trying to do my thang
    Oh, you heard that I was banging
    Your home girl you went to school with, that's cool
    But did she tell you about her sister and your cousin? Thought I wasn't
    See, weekends we're made for Michelob
    But it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo
    And don't mistake my statement for a clown
    We can keep in the down low long as you know, that I get around

    [Tupac]
    2Pacalypse Now don't stop for hoes, I get around
    Why I ain't call you? Ha ha, please

    Finger tips on the hips as I dip, gotta get a tight grip, don't slip
    Loose lips sink ships, it's a trip
    I love the way she licks her lips, see me jocking
    Put a little twist in her hips cause I'm watching
    Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn
    Now we all alone, why the lights on?
    Turn 'em off, time to set it off, get you wet and soft
    Something's on your mind, let it off
    You don't know me, you just met me, you won't let me
    Well if I couldn't have it (silly rabbit) why you sweating me?
    It's a lot of real G's doing time
    Cause a groupy bit the truth and told a lie
    You picked the wrong guy baby if you're too fly
    You need to hit the door, search for a new guy
    Cause I only got one night in town
    Break out or be clown, baby doll are you down?
    I get around

    [Shock G]
    Round and round, round we go [Repeat 8x]


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  • How Do U Want It Artist: 2Pac Album: Not Provided Description Not Provided Lyrics How do you want it
    How do you feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How do you feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    [Tupac]

    Love tha way you activate your hips
    And push your ass out
    Gotta nigga wantin'
    It's so bad
    I'm about to pass out
    Wanna dig you
    And I can't even lie about it
    Baby just eleviate your cloths
    Time to fly up out it
    Catch you at a club
    Oh shit, you got me fiendin'
    Body talken shit to me
    But I can't comprehend the meaning
    Now if ya wanna roll with me
    Then here's ya chance
    Doin 80 on tha freeway
    Wait police, catch me if they can
    Forgive me i'm a ridah
    Still i'm just a simple man
    All I want is money
    Fuck tha fame
    I'm a simple man
    Mr. International
    Playa with tha passport
    Just like Alladin bitch
    Get you anything you ask for
    It's either him or me
    Champagne, Hennessy
    A favorite of my homies
    When we floss on our enemies
    Witness as we creep to a low speed
    Peep what a ho need
    Puff some more weed
    F***, ya don't need
    Approachin' hochies with a passion
    Been a long day
    But I've been drivin' by attraction
    In a strong way
    Your body is bangin'
    Baby I love it when ya flaunt it
    Time to give it to daddy nigga
    Now tell me how you want it...

    [K-CI and JoJo]

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How do you feel
    Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    [Tupac]

    Tell me is it cool to f*** ?
    You think I come to talk
    Am I a fool or what?
    Positions on tha floor
    It's like erotic
    Ironic
    Cause i'm somewhat psychotic
    I'm hitten' switches on bitches
    Like I been fixed with hydraulics
    Up and down like a roller coaster
    Come up beside ya
    I ain't quitin' till tha show is over
    Cause I'm a ridah
    In and out just like a robbery
    I'll probably be a freak
    And let you get ontop of me
    Get her rockin' these
    Nights full of Alazhay
    A livin' legend
    You ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days
    Deloris Tucker
    You's a muthafucker
    Instead of tryin' to help a nigga
    You destroy a brotha
    Worst than tha others
    Bill Clinton
    Mr. Bob Dole
    You too old to understand tha way tha game is told
    Your lame
    So I gotta hit you with tha high facts
    Won't someone listen ?
    Makin' millions
    N**** top that
    They wanna censor me
    They ratha see me in a cell
    Livin' in hell
    With only a few of us to live to tell
    Now everybody talken about us
    I could give a fuck
    I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss
    Nigga tell me how you want it...

    [K-CI and JoJo]

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How do you feel
    Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game
    I'm livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    [Tupac]

    Raised as a youth
    Tell truth
    I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof
    Cause I jump on tha roof
    Before I was a teenager
    Mobile phone
    Skypager
    Game rules
    I'm livin' major
    My adversaries
    Is lookin' worried
    They paranoid of getten' buried
    One of us gonna see tha cemetary
    My only hope is survive
    If I wish to stay alive
    Getten' high
    See tha demons in my eyes
    Before I die
    I wanna live my life and ball
    Make a couple million
    And then i'm chillin'
    Fade'm all
    These taxs for me crossed up
    With people tryin' ta sue me
    Media is in my business
    And they actin' like they know me
    But I'ma mash out
    Peel out
    I'm with a clique
    That's quick to whip the fuckin steel out
    Yeah nigga, it's some new shit
    So better get up on it
    When ya see me
    Tell a n**** how ya want it
    How do you want it?

    [K-CI and JoJo]

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How do you feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    I'm livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How do you feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    I'm livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    I'm livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real


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  • Short D Man Artist: 20 Fingers Album: 20 Fingers Description Not Provided Lyrics Ah, ah
    Ah, ah
    Ah, ah, Ah, ah

    Ah, ah
    Ah, ah
    Ah, ah, Ah, ah

    Don't want no short d*** man
    Don't want no short d*** man
    Don't want no short d*** man
    Don't want no short d*** man

    Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't
    Don't, don't, don't, don't

    Don't want, don't want, don't want, don't want

    Don't want no short d*** man
    Don't want no short d*** man

    Iny weeny teeny weeny
    Shriveled little short d*** man

    Don't want, Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want, Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want, Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want, Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want, Don't want, Don't want,

    What in the world is that thing?
    Do you need some tweezers to put that thing away

    That has got to be the smallest d***
    I've ever seen in my whole life
    I have ever seen in my whole life

    Get the f*** outta here
    Iny weeny teeny weeny
    Shriveled little short d*** man

    Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want
    Don't want
    Don't want
    Don't want
    Don't want

    Uh! Uh! Uh!
    Uh! Uh! Uh!

    Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
    Uh! Uh! Uh!

    Isn't that cute an extra belly button
    You need to put your pants back on honey

    Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't
    Don't, don't, don't, don't

    Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want, Don't want,
    Don't want no short d*** man
    Don't want no short d*** man

    Iny wee(x15)

    Iny weeny teeny weeny
    Shriveled little short d*** man

    Pobre, pobrecito
    Que diablo eso

    Pobre, pobreci, pobre procito

    Que, que, que, que, que diablo eso

    Don't (X36)


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  • All About U (Featuring: Nate Dogg, YGD Tha Top Dawg) Artist: 2Pac Album: New Jack City II Description Not Provided Lyrics You probably crooked as the last trick
    Women like it how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
    Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run
    Its just my luck I'm stuck f**kin with wrong one, UHHH
    Wise decisions based on lies we living
    Skandalous times is games like my religion
    You could be rolling with a thug
    Instead you with this weak scrub
    Looking for some love.
    In every club I see you standing like you want it
    Well baby if yah got it better flaunt it
    Let the liquor help you get up on it
    I'm still tipsy from last night
    Bumpin' in walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
    I try to hollar but you say you taken
    Sayin' you ain't impressed with the money I'm makin'
    Guess its true what they telling me
    Fresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity
    So thats the reason why I call
    And maybe you with it
    Fantansies of the sweatin.
    Can I hit it? (Ha Ha)
    Addicted to the things you do
    Its still true what I'm saying Boo
    Cuz this is All About U

    Chorus 2X
    Every other city we go
    Every other video
    [its all about u]
    No matter where I go
    I see the same hoe

    I'll make a promise if yah go with me
    Just let me know, I'll have you hollaring
    My name out before I leave
    Nobody loves me I'm a thug ni**a
    I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers
    I love ni**as
    Be coming from the same place
    Witness me hollar at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes
    How can I tell her I'm a playa
    And I don't even care
    Creep though
    Weed smokes into the air
    Everywhere I go, its all about the crooked hoes
    Waiting for ni**as at the end of every show
    I just seened yah in my friends video
    Never put you on my friends so here we go
    Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm going through
    It's all about U

    Chorus 2X

    Is you sick from the d**k or is it the flu
    It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
    Every other city we go and every video
    Explain to a ni**a why I see the same s**tty ho.
    You think it's all about you?
    Well, boo, I gets down like Dru and my nasty new ni**as, too.
    You couldn't hold me back.
    It'll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack,
    Or perhaps it was a visual bluff.
    When I started to snaps all your ?
    Straight in control.
    Phaser full(?)
    Why hold a cold stroll?
    Coldest set.
    I told you I'm as gold
    And that's gold diggin.
    Cold diggin a ?
    I slide in easily.
    Try a grizzly.
    Sluts know the cuts.
    I came to f**k.
    Try skeezin me.
    Runnin up in this.
    It's like ? when I bring ya the most.
    I f**k a bitch from the West coast to every other country.

    Chorus repeated

    (Spoken by Snoop)
    I'm tellin ya.
    It's the same ol' shit.
    I mean, goddamn, you know what I'm sayin?
    I sitin back watchin Montell Jordan video,
    I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Nate video.
    Then I flip the channel.
    I'm checkin out the my homeboy Tupac video.
    I see the same bitch that was in my video.
    Know what I'm sayin?
    And then, you know what I'm sayin,
    To make that even more f**ked up,
    I'm watchin Million Man March
    And I see the same bitch on the Million Man March
    That was in the homeboy Warren G video.
    I mean, damn, everywhere I look,
    Everywhere I go I see the same ho.
    Don't get mad, I'm only bein real.
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  • Dear Mama Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Description Not Provided Lyrics You are appreciated

    Verse One: 2Pac

    When I was young me and my mama had beef
    Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
    Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
    Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
    Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
    With the big boys, breakin all the rules
    I she'd tears with my baby sister
    Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
    And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
    When things went wrong we'd blame mama
    I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
    Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
    And who'd think in elementary?
    Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
    And runnin from the police, that's right
    Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
    And even as a crack fiend, mama
    You always was a black queen, mama
    I finally understand
    For a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
    You always was committed
    A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
    There's no way I can pay you back
    But the plan is to show you that I understand
    You are appreciated

    Chorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac

    Lady...
    Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
    Dear mama
    Place no one above ya, sweet lady
    You are appreciated
    Don't cha know we love ya?

    (second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of Dear mama)

    Verse Two: 2 Pac

    Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
    No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
    He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
    Wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
    They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
    I was lookin for a father he was gone
    I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
    They showed a young brother love
    I moved out and started really hangin
    I needed money of my own so I started slangin
    I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
    It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
    I love payin rent when the rent's due
    I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
    Cause when I was low you was there for me
    And never left me alone because you cared for me
    And I could see you comin home after work late
    You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
    Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
    And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
    But now the road got rough, you're alone
    You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
    And there's no way I can pay you back
    But my plan is to show you that I understand
    You are appreciated

    Chorus

    Verse Three: 2 Pac

    Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
    I can always depend on my mama
    And when it seems that I'm hopeless
    You say the words that can get me back in focus
    When I was sick as a little kid
    To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
    And all my childhood memories
    Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
    And even though I act craaazy
    I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
    There are no words that can express how I feel
    You never kept a secret, always stayed real
    And I appreciate, how you raised me
    And all the extra love that you gave me
    I wish I could take the pain away
    If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
    Everything will be alright if ya hold on
    It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
    And there's no way I can pay you back
    But my plan is to show you that I understand
    You are appreciated

    Chorus

    Sweet lady
    And dear mama

    Dear mama
    Lady [3X]


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  • Ghetto Gospel (Featuring: Elton John) Artist: 2Pac Album: The Best of 2Pac - Pt. 2: Life [Explicit] Description Not Provided Lyrics Uhh,
    Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel

    Chorus - Elton John

    Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
    I welcome with my hands
    And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
    And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

    (2 Pac)

    If I could recollect before my hood days
    I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on the good days
    I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
    They tested, it was stressed that they under
    In our days, things changed
    Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange
    And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
    Cause any day they'll push the button
    And yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothing
    Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
    But when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
    There's no need for you to fear me
    If you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
    It ain't about black or white, cause we're human
    I hope we see the light before its ruined
    My ghetto gospel

    Chorus - Elton John

    (2 Pac)

    Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad
    Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
    And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
    Guess she's given birth to a baby
    I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
    We jump into another form of slavery
    Even now I get discouraged
    Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
    I refuse to be a role model
    I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
    I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
    And when its said and done
    I bet this Brotha be a better one
    If I'm upset, you don't stress
    Never forget, that God hasn't finished 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 choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
    Before we find world peace
    We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets
    My ghetto gospel

    Chorus - Elton John

    (2 Pac)

    Lord can you hear me speak!!
    To pay the price of being hell bound...


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  • Hail Mary Artist: 2Pac Album: The Best of 2Pac - Pt. 1: Thug Description Not Provided Lyrics [Makaveli]

    Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body
    The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
    Uhh, feel me!
    And God said he should send his one begotten son
    To lead the wild into the ways of the man
    Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh

    [Chorus: Makaveli]

    Come with me, Hail Mary
    Run quick see, what do we have here
    Now, do you wanna ride or die
    La dadada, la la la la

    [Makaveli]

    I ain't a killer but don't push me
    Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy
    Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted
    Peeped the weakness int he rap game and sewed it
    Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin
    Seein n***** comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin
    Now pay attention, rest in peace father
    I'm a ghost in these killin fields
    Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside
    The solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark
    Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
    Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame
    Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
    Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit
    Stuck, n***** is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus
    Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
    Fuck the world if they can't adjust
    It's just as well, Hail Mary

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Makaveli]

    Penetentiaries is packed with promise makes
    Never realize the precious time the bitch n***** is wastin
    Instutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble
    But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin
    Catch me father please, cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store
    That's the Hennessee I hear ya callin, can I get some more?
    Hail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
    Mama checkin in my bedroom; I ain't there
    I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
    One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you
    On a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs
    We all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs
    To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid
    Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this
    When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark
    Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary n****

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Kastro]

    They got a APB, out on my Thug family
    Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks
    Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
    Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai
    Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high
    Visions of me, Thug livin gettin me by
    Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs
    When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs

    [Young Noble]

    Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin on around me
    Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin rowdy
    Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that mother******
    Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers
    On the regular mashin in a stolen black Ac Integ-ra
    Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya
    Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
    From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt
    Needin work, and I ain't the n**** to put you on
    Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn
    That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
    Hold ya head and stay up, to all my n***** get ya pay and weight up

    [Kastro]

    If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
    Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
    To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
    Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate
    If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
    Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
    To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
    Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

    [Chorus (repeats in background)]

    [Prince Ital]

    We've been traveling on this wayward road
    Long time til I be take a 'eavy load
    But we ride, ride it like a bullet
    Hail Mary, Hail Mary
    We won't worry everyting will come real
    Free like the bird in the tree
    We won't worry everyting will come real
    Yes we free like the bird in the tree
    We runnin from the penetentiary
    This is the time for we liberty
    Hail Mary, Hail Mary

    [Chorus]

    [Makaveli]

    Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days


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  • Changes Artist: 2Pac Album: Greatest Hits Description Not Provided Lyrics 1

    Come on come on
    I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
    Is life worth living should I blast myself?
    I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
    My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
    Cops give a damn about a negro
    Pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
    Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
    One less hungry mouth on the welfare
    First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
    Give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
    It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
    2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
    I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
    Unless we share with each other
    We gotta start makin' changes
    Learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
    And that's how it's supposed to be
    How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
    I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
    But things changed, and that's the way it is

    Bridge w/ changing ad libs

    Come on come on
    That's just the way it is
    Things'll never be the same
    That's just the way it is
    Aww yeah

    (Repeat)

    2

    I see no changes all I see is racist faces
    Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
    We under I wonder what it takes to make this
    One better place, let's erase the wasted
    Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
    'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
    And only time we chill is when we kill each other
    It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
    And although it seems heaven sent
    We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
    It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
    The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
    But some things will never change
    Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
    Now tell me what's a mother to do
    Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
    You gotta operate the easy way
    "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
    Sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
    Well hey, well that's the way it is

    (Bridge)

    (Talking)

    We gotta make a change...
    It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
    Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
    And let's change the way we treat each other.
    You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
    What we gotta do, to survive.

    3

    And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
    It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
    Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
    So the police can bother me
    And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
    But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you
    Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
    Crack you up and pimp smack you up
    You gotta learn to hold ya own
    They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
    But tell the cops they can't touch this
    I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
    That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
    My mama didn't raise no fool
    And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
    & I never get to lay back
    'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
    Some punk that I roughed up way back
    Comin' back after all these years
    Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

    (Bridge 'til fade)


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  • Hit 'Em Up Artist: 2Pac Album: 2Pac Greatest Hits [Explicit] Description Not Provided Lyrics (2 Pac)

    I ain't got no mutha f***** friends
    Thats why I f***** your b****
    You fat mutha-f**** {Take Money}
    West Side
    Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
    You know who the realist is
    N***** we bring it to {Take Money}
    (ha ha, that's alright)

    First off, f*** your b****
    And the click you claim
    West side when we ride
    Come equipped with game
    You claim to be a playa
    But, I f***** your wife
    We bust on Bad Boys
    N***** f*** for Life
    Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
    Hearts I rip
    Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
    Some mark ass b******
    We keep on coming
    While we running for yah jewels
    Steady gunning
    Keep on busting at them fools
    You know the rules
    Little Ceasar go ask you homie
    How I'll leave yah
    Cut your young ass up
    See yah in pieces
    Now be deceased
    Little Kim,
    Don't f*** around with real G's
    Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
    So f*** peace
    I'll let them n***** know
    It's on for Life
    Don't let the west side
    Ride the night (ha ha)
    Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
    F*** with me
    And get your caps peeled
    You know, See

    Chorus

    Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
    Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
    Who shot me,
    But, your punks didn't finish
    Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    N****, I hit 'em up

    Check this out
    You mutha-f***** know what time it is
    I don't know why I'm even on this track
    Y'all n***** ain't even on my level
    I'm going to let my little homies
    Ride on yah
    Bitch made ass Bad Boys b******
    {ahh yo, yo, hold the f*** up}

    Get out the way yo
    Get out the way yo
    Biggie Smalls just got dropped
    Little move pa*s the mac
    And let me hit 'em in his back
    Frank White needs to get spanked right
    For setting up traps
    Little accident murderers
    And I ain't never heard of yah
    Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
    Spank the shank
    Your whole style when I gank
    Guard your rank
    Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
    Puffy weaker than a f***** block
    I'm running through n****
    And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
    In front of yah n****
    With the ready power
    Tucked in my Guess
    Under my Eddie Bower
    Your clout petty sour
    I push packages ever hour
    I hit 'em up

    Chorus

    Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
    Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
    Who shot me,
    But, your punks didn't finish
    Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    N****, We hit 'em up

    Peep how we do it
    Keep it real
    Its penitentiary steel
    This ain't no freestyle battle
    All you n***** getting killed
    With your mouths open
    Tryin' to come up off of me
    You and the clouds hoping
    Smoking dope
    It's like a Shermine
    N***** think they learned to fly
    But they burn mutha-f**** you deserve to die
    Talking about you Getting Money
    But it's funny to me
    All you n***** living bummy
    While you f****** with me?
    I'm a self made Millionaire
    Thug livin', out of prison
    Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
    Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
    And beg the b**** to let you sleep in the house
    Now it's all about versace
    You copied my style
    Five shots couldn't drop me
    I took it and smiled
    Now I'm back to set the record straight
    With my A-K
    I'm still the thug that you love to hate
    Mutha-f**** I'll Hit 'Em Up

    I'm from N E W Jers.
    Where plenty of murder occurs
    No points to come
    We bring drama to all you herds
    Now go check the scenerio
    Little Ceas'
    I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
    Copin' pleas with these
    Little Kim is yah
    Coked up or doped up
    Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
    What the f***?
    Is you stupid?
    I take money,
    Crash and mash through Brooklyn
    With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
    With fifteen shot,
    Cocked glock to your knot
    Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
    And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
    And all your fake ass east coast props
    Brainstormed and locked

    You'se a beat biter
    Pac style taker
    I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
    So fill the Alize with a chaser
    'bout to get murdered for the paper
    E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
    Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
    Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-f***** joke
    Thug Life, n***** better be known
    Be approaching
    In the wide open, gun smoking
    No need for hoping
    It's a battle lost
    I gottem crossed as soon as the f*** is bopping off
    N****, I hit 'em up

    Now you tell me who won
    I see them, they run (ha ha)
    They don't wanna see us
    Whole Junior Mafia click
    Dressing up to be us
    How the f*** they gonna be the Mob?
    When we always on out job
    We millionaire's
    Killing ain't fair
    But somebody got to do it

    Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
    You wanna f*** with us
    You Little young ass mutha-f*****
    Don't one of you n***** got sickle-cell or something
    You f***ing with me, n****?
    You f*** around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
    You better back the f*** up
    Before you get smacked the f*** up
    This is how we do it on our side
    Any of you n***** from New York that want to bring it,
    Bring it.
    But we ain't singing,
    We bringing drama
    F*** you and your mother f***** mama.
    We gonna kill all you mother f******.
    Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
    Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f***** opinion
    Well this is how we gon' do this:
    F*** Mobb Deep,
    F*** Biggie,
    F*** Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f***** crew.
    And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
    Then f*** you too.
    Chino XL, f*** you too.
    All you mother f******,
    F*** you too.
    (take money, take money)
    All of y'all mother f******,
    Fuck you, die slow mother f*****.
    My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
    You mother f****** can't be us or see us.
    We mother f***** Thug Life riders.
    West Side till' we die.
    Out here in California, n****
    We warned ya'
    We'll bomb on you mother f******.
    We do our job.
    You think you the mob, n****, we the mother f***** mob
    Ain't nuttin' but killers
    And the real n*****, all you mother f****** feel us.
    Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
    You n***** laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother f***** belts
    You know how it is and we drop records they felt
    You n***** can't feel it
    We the realist
    F*** 'em.
    We Bad Boy killas.


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  • I Ain't Mad at Cha - Danny Boy (Featuring: Danny Boy) Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me Description Not Provided Lyrics Change, shit
    I guess change is good for any of us
    Whatever it take for any of y'all n***** to get up out the hood
    Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
    Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

    Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
    I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?
    Cause I ain't mad at cha
    Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
    [Danny Boy] I ain't...
    Givin a motherf*****, heheheheheh
    Yeah, n*****
    [Danny Boy] ...mad at cha
    Cause I ain't mad at cha

    Verse One: 2Pac

    Now we was once two n***** of the same kind
    Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
    You was just a little smaller but you still roller
    Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
    Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
    On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
    Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
    Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
    Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
    Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
    I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
    Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
    When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
    When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
    Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
    She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin
    I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
    I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
    And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB
    On the first motherf***** with the wrong shit on
    Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
    Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
    Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherf***** bad
    Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
    And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha
    You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
    Cause I ain't mad at cha
    (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)

    Chorus: Danny Boy

    I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
    I ain't, mad, at cha

    Verse Two: 2Pac

    We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
    Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't
    Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
    I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
    Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind
    In time we learned to live a life of crime
    Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
    I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
    And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
    Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
    I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
    Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
    Don't she'd a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
    I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
    They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs
    In my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
    As soon as I touch down
    I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get f***** down
    The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha
    Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

    Chorus: Danny Boy

    I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
    I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass b****, and I ain't mad at cha)

    Verse Three: 2Pac

    Well guess who's movin up, this n***** ballin now
    Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
    He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
    Went from a nobody n**** to the big, man on the block
    He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
    Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
    See, first you was our n**** but you made it, so the choice is made
    Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
    So full of pain while the weapons blaze
    Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
    Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
    You'll feel the fire from the n***** in my younger days
    So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
    That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
    Til God return me to my essence
    Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
    So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
    I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
    They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
    You n***** just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

    Chorus: Danny Boy

    I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)
    Iiiiiiiii ain't mad [2Pac:] (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
    I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)
    I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
    I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
    I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh


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  • I Get Around Artist: 2Pac Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Description Not Provided Lyrics Aw yeah, I get around
    Still clown with the Underground, when we come around
    Stronger than ever

    [Tupac]
    Back to get wreck
    All respect to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check
    Cause oh they sweat a brother majorly
    And I don't know why, your girl keeps paging me
    She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me
    And every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady take it easy!
    Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy
    Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye
    Just another hazard of a fly guy
    You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got fatter
    Now everybody's looking for the latter
    And ain't no need in being greedy
    If you wanna see me dial the beeper number baby when you need me
    And I'll be there in a jiffy
    Don't be picky, just be happy with this quickie
    But when you learn, you can't tie me down
    Baby doll, check it out, I get around

    What you mean you don't know? I get around
    The Underground just don't stop for hoes, I get around
    Still down with the Underground, I get around
    Yeah, ayo Shock, let them hoes know

    [Shock G]
    Now you can tell from my everday fits, I ain't rich
    So cease and desist with them tricks (tricks)
    I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (mix)
    Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents (A dime and a nickel)
    Just cause I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets
    Baby I can see, that you don't recognize me
    I'm Shock G, the one who put the satin on your panties
    Never knew a hooker that could share me, I get around

    [Money B]
    What's up love, how you doing? (All right)
    Well I've been hanging sanging, trying to do my thang
    Oh, you heard that I was banging
    Your home girl you went to school with, that's cool
    But did she tell you about her sister and your cousin? Thought I wasn't
    See, weekends we're made for Michelob
    But it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo
    And don't mistake my statement for a clown
    We can keep in the down low long as you know, that I get around

    [Tupac]
    2Pacalypse Now don't stop for hoes, I get around
    Why I ain't call you? Ha ha, please

    Finger tips on the hips as I dip, gotta get a tight grip, don't slip
    Loose lips sink ships, it's a trip
    I love the way she licks her lips, see me jocking
    Put a little twist in her hips cause I'm watching
    Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn
    Now we all alone, why the lights on?
    Turn 'em off, time to set it off, get you wet and soft
    Something's on your mind, let it off
    You don't know me, you just met me, you won't let me
    Well if I couldn't have it (silly rabbit) why you sweating me?
    It's a lot of real G's doing time
    Cause a groupy bit the truth and told a lie
    You picked the wrong guy baby if you're too fly
    You need to hit the door, search for a new guy
    Cause I only got one night in town
    Break out or be clown, baby doll are you down?
    I get around

    [Shock G]
    Round and round, round we go [Repeat 8x]


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  • How Do U Want It Artist: 2Pac Album: Not Provided Description Not Provided Lyrics How do you want it
    How do you feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How do you feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    [Tupac]

    Love tha way you activate your hips
    And push your ass out
    Gotta nigga wantin'
    It's so bad
    I'm about to pass out
    Wanna dig you
    And I can't even lie about it
    Baby just eleviate your cloths
    Time to fly up out it
    Catch you at a club
    Oh shit, you got me fiendin'
    Body talken shit to me
    But I can't comprehend the meaning
    Now if ya wanna roll with me
    Then here's ya chance
    Doin 80 on tha freeway
    Wait police, catch me if they can
    Forgive me i'm a ridah
    Still i'm just a simple man
    All I want is money
    Fuck tha fame
    I'm a simple man
    Mr. International
    Playa with tha passport
    Just like Alladin bitch
    Get you anything you ask for
    It's either him or me
    Champagne, Hennessy
    A favorite of my homies
    When we floss on our enemies
    Witness as we creep to a low speed
    Peep what a ho need
    Puff some more weed
    F***, ya don't need
    Approachin' hochies with a passion
    Been a long day
    But I've been drivin' by attraction
    In a strong way
    Your body is bangin'
    Baby I love it when ya flaunt it
    Time to give it to daddy nigga
    Now tell me how you want it...

    [K-CI and JoJo]

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How do you feel
    Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    [Tupac]

    Tell me is it cool to f*** ?
    You think I come to talk
    Am I a fool or what?
    Positions on tha floor
    It's like erotic
    Ironic
    Cause i'm somewhat psychotic
    I'm hitten' switches on bitches
    Like I been fixed with hydraulics
    Up and down like a roller coaster
    Come up beside ya
    I ain't quitin' till tha show is over
    Cause I'm a ridah
    In and out just like a robbery
    I'll probably be a freak
    And let you get ontop of me
    Get her rockin' these
    Nights full of Alazhay
    A livin' legend
    You ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days
    Deloris Tucker
    You's a muthafucker
    Instead of tryin' to help a nigga
    You destroy a brotha
    Worst than tha others
    Bill Clinton
    Mr. Bob Dole
    You too old to understand tha way tha game is told
    Your lame
    So I gotta hit you with tha high facts
    Won't someone listen ?
    Makin' millions
    N**** top that
    They wanna censor me
    They ratha see me in a cell
    Livin' in hell
    With only a few of us to live to tell
    Now everybody talken about us
    I could give a fuck
    I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss
    Nigga tell me how you want it...

    [K-CI and JoJo]

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How do you feel
    Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game
    I'm livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    [Tupac]

    Raised as a youth
    Tell truth
    I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof
    Cause I jump on tha roof
    Before I was a teenager
    Mobile phone
    Skypager
    Game rules
    I'm livin' major
    My adversaries
    Is lookin' worried
    They paranoid of getten' buried
    One of us gonna see tha cemetary
    My only hope is survive
    If I wish to stay alive
    Getten' high
    See tha demons in my eyes
    Before I die
    I wanna live my life and ball
    Make a couple million
    And then i'm chillin'
    Fade'm all
    These taxs for me crossed up
    With people tryin' ta sue me
    Media is in my business
    And they actin' like they know me
    But I'ma mash out
    Peel out
    I'm with a clique
    That's quick to whip the fuckin steel out
    Yeah nigga, it's some new shit
    So better get up on it
    When ya see me
    Tell a n**** how ya want it
    How do you want it?

    [K-CI and JoJo]

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How do you feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    I'm livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How do you feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    I'm livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    I'm livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real

    How do you want it
    How does it feel
    Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
    Livin' in tha fast lane
    I'm for real


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