ResumenLetrasVídeosEscuchar In this motherfuckin' life I lead, shit A hell of motherfucking road blocks And crooked cops we still ride though What side? Westside I want money in large amounts My garage full of cars that bounce Movin' my tapes in major ways ‘cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half These niggas is punks They runnin' off at the mouth 'til I Fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin' like you Billy Badass? Nigga, you scary I've been knowin' you for years We was high school peers, in junior high I was itchin' to kill And you was ready to die While you bullshittin' Niggas was dyin' and catchin' cases Bustin' my automatics at motherfuckers In foreign places leavin' no trace They see my face and they buried Them bitches die in a hurry, still I ride I'm never worried Mr makaveli tell me to ride, and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd And motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live, my nigga It's how it is homie got into a fight last Night that killed his kids In this life I lead, fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die In this life I lead, fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'Til we die, in this life I lead I stopped to think Rolling a Philly up full of dank Pouring the remaining of my Remy Martin down the sink back to get dressed Grab my strap in case I'm tested Chronic and Stress Await the bitch to clean my mess Wishing I was sober not fucked up With a hangover the homie just released So the whole hood came over The west side bash They're piecing on dime bags Macking in the living room, shaking that ass Talking fast to whores, we pros at what we do It's on and popping once we get This bitch full of brew I knew some shit might crack so We strapped and all thick Swerving the niggas I see Who ain't invited to this shit Give a Fuck! the life I live That's how it is Fuck around you will be crying Missing your kids HUH! My destiny in this motherfucking game Is either to get rich or die In this life I lead, fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die In this life I lead, fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'Til we die, in this life I lead When they see that nigga Daz They say I'm dangerous In this strange world believe who Just don't give a fuck I mean I stroke with the intentions Cuttin' it up like I supposed to My job is to protect and rob and serve you Who hold the genius? - we done left Death Row is breathin' Heaters gotta get served til None has left breathin' what I'm achieving Smoking weed and fucking hoes Ain't going nowhere, no man Is going to strive, be on a stroll I gotta make it happen everyday and all day I gotta make my hustle and Come back with big pay tear up the spot lay Creating ruckus when I touch down Who got my back when they Put the attack down? So I lay out cold, petrified, terrified Barely alive Come again when niggas start to ride With the Outlawz and Pounders, blast I'm clownin' on three Nigga you're my motherfuckin' enemy In this life I lead, fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die In this life I lead, fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'Til we die, in this life I lead
@NwoOwn-sr8yx17 сағат бұрын
Heavy hittin' at this motherfucker's straight spittin' Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain Why real niggas need to stick to the game It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me Jealous ass player haters gaming on me Look out motherfucker homey G As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me Get down for the right for the wishes Fake ass nigga, you in shit, for fightin' over bitches You call that a player? Straight-ass sissy See me at my show nigga miss me Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit Got a pistol motherfucker try to pull quick And just cause I'm rappin' don't mean I ain't scrappin' And if you clip when the shit happens, it don't stop Now my guess is true Them thug life niggas is a bull Everywhere we go The niggas trippin at the door I want to dance with you You can dance at the party and not get whipped See the shit don't stop, my 9 goes pop Your body drip-drop Throw that ass in a zip-loc Now you've been hauled away in a body bag Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me Yo you fuckin' with a thug yo your ass gets plugged With this hollow-point slugs With ya under the rug That's why my deaf niggas don't play that shit In thug life niggas be the craziest So when you think about fuckin' this You better wear a vest But it really don't matter We ain't aimin' at your chest Nah we blowin holes in your motherfuckin' skull Make sure your ass is smoked That's all the fat lady wrote You heard that fat bitch sing when my shit went bang-bang But it don't pay when I flaunt your brain Nigga, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show In the casket, gettin' they ass kicked and blasted It don't stop All I want to do is try to Mac the hoes Spin bank on thangs sellin' me a sponsor on my foes It's like each and every one they got the look of death I got my 9 nigga, don't be silly, you better watch your step And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin' Bitches we tossin', and niggas we crossin' It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood It's all good, the punks? "I wish you would!"
@lonestar2024Күн бұрын
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@ToriTL-m6rКүн бұрын
As I wipe the stars off the windows on my space ship Call out the spirits in my basement Crawl out the center of the snake pit And fall into the middle of her greatness Fireballs reflect off the frames of the pictures She's not at all impressed with the flames or the flickers But take her for a walk on the moon as she wears slippers The end of the world is coming soon, I'ma miss it The sky is fallling down, I am falling for her quicker We hide amongst the clouds, then we pardon the enigma High above the ground but I'm under her charisma Her sound is in surround when I'm in her solar system The quiet calms my quasars, the eclipses eclipsin' My astronaut helmet kinda shifted, full of lipstick Planet of the aches, and she is my prescription We out of this world baby we have been evicted Intergalactical love The sky is falling, intergalactical, intergalactical love And I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you On the dark side of the moon Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And If you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Open up the curtains Window watching, people killing, robbing The sky is falling, falling down It turn into news and this is the apocalypse People living on their rocket ships My mama always told me that there would be no stopping this Fireball reflections on the friends and the pictures in my room, of I and you Tell me will I see you soon Meet you on the moon? Intergalactical love The sky is falling, falling down I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you On the dark side of the moon I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Intergalactical love The sky is falling, intergalactic, intergalactical love And I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you On the dark side of the moon Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
@JohnpaulGillespieКүн бұрын
He rose And she rose Hail hello fuck sakes The people's Champion Am a man beyond Mars The stars are driving all the cards marked. Am a renegade Like a hand grenade I'm about two explode On the tuna maid. Shes a filthy fish Stinks a shit pish Am a German later Talking terminator Blue ma cell up, Pen is booming on me Microphone is broke Tiny wave a joke. A could be micro Wee little psycho Where have has been Where did ad go A just ad libbed Adjust the sas lube.
@aronwolf3716Күн бұрын
Stab me in the back , Adversary undercover/ Showed loyalty and love , Consider you one of my brothers/ Envy in ya heart , Jealousy in your eyes, Venom run through ya veins, snake in disguised/ Nothing worst then baytral, You failed as a soldier / Behind enemy lines This whole time , Blinded by a cobra /
@TheUncannyOneКүн бұрын
THIS TRACK/INSTRUMENTAL WILL ALWAYS PUT YOU IN A GREAT MOOD! 🔥 CLASSIC!
@user-bq2di6dl9k2 күн бұрын
I’m done where do I send it to
@dariuswardlow34012 күн бұрын
I stg Mozzy should either add a verse or either remake this cause I know Mozzy would def take us there
@mrwerauchimmer88142 күн бұрын
Great, thank you very much!
@user-hq2js9tw2e2 күн бұрын
I love this song so much 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
@user-ur6uw6vn9t2 күн бұрын
Ngl instrumental when you steal hear kendrick rapping his ass off is crazy
@kaushaladeeb-jl3eg2 күн бұрын
Excellent
@leticiaaparecidadasilvasil73022 күн бұрын
No saalvador nao passa nada Odio impero amor tta de lado nessa selva de pedra du caralho varios vicios falsas vadias me cegaram sou o primeiro dono da loucuraa no ponto de vista das ruas e os beco me chamma ate queria mas nao posso aceita porque vejo meu fim na cela onde nao consigo me expressa e eassimm nao to no final a real eque to longe do fim
@T0NYHAWLK3 күн бұрын
Will you be able to make an acapella and instrumental for the new Eminem song when it comes out? 🙏🙏
@NwoOwn-sr8yx3 күн бұрын
My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact, gamin' you hoes Who else but Mama's only son, fuck the phony niggas I'm the one Say my name, watch bitches come Now fire when ready, stay watchin' our figure Increase speed, make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker Plus all these niggas that you run with, be on some dumb shit Trickin' on hoes, I ain't the one bitch Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased I'm movin' you stupid bitches, vicious telekinesis Am I reachin' your brain? Nigga how can I explain? How vicious this Thug motherfucker came When I die, I want to be a living legend, say my name Affiliated with this motherfuckin' game, with no more pain [Interpretation of Method Man's "Bring the Pain":] I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) Line up my adversaries, blast on sight And fuck your boyfriend bitch, I want some ass tonight You know my steelo, Alize and Cristal, weed Sure you heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggas to open fire, I'll murder that ass And disappear before the, cops come runnin' My Glock's spittin' rounds, niggas fallin' down clutchin' they stomach It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggas on the rise Busters shot me five times, real niggas don't die Can ya hear me?, laced with this game, I know you fear me Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me My only fear of death is reincarnation Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation And feelin' no more pain I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (yeah nigga, no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (what, what nigga) Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (no pain nigga) Let's go inside my astral plane (no pain) Bury me that's what they all say It's time to make a killin', sure to make a million with DeVante Bitch I know you want me, what your mouth say?, now, watch your eyes You don't wanna get with me, that's a lie I got my hands on your hips, no time to bullshit Freaky bitch, come give me kiss Tell them niggas from other areas, brothers from here So obsessed with this money makin' it ain't nothin' we fear Now they label me a troublemaker, cause I'm a ridah Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya Mama made me rugged, Baptize the public Now you all thugs, nigga don't you love it It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must Wasn't too sure what you facin' so watch the guns bust You niggas'll bleed, fuckin' with me you'll be deceased Never restin' in peace, nigga With no more pain I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane [Collision:] Hahahahaha, yeah nigga, yeah! Hahahaha No more pain It's just like that nigga, like that yeah No more pain Motherfuckers can't handle that shit Much too much for these bitches No more pain Feel me nigga? Feel me? How you figure you can fuck with me? Fully automatic type shit No more pain Coward ass niggas, cowards Come put your mouth on this pistol nigga Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain Close your eyes nigga, do it Die in the dark, no more pain Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do? Hey that's DeVante droppin' that beat like that BEYATCH In case you wonderin' And jealous niggas, hahaha, see y'all niggas Motherfuckin' niggas are shit Hey [Whispering in the background:] I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Westsiiiiiide! Death to everybody that ain't down with me That's on, feel me? Hahaha Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know who you are, it's still Bad Boy Killa Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don't stop Fat motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers Weak ass niggas, dancers turned fuckin' CEOs Put your mouth on this pistol nigga Put your mouth on the pistol! Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made me worse Feel me nigga, haha No more pain Hey DeVante I'm givin' these motherfuckers choices Niggas can roll with us, or they can be rolled up under us That's on you nigga, what you wanna do? Last year we was lettin' these niggas kick up dust This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust Thug Life nigga Westsiiide! Escucha "No More Pain" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith, Devante Smith AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "All Eyez On Me" (1996)
@NwoOwn-sr8yx3 күн бұрын
ResumenLetrasVídeosEscuchar Uh, dear Mr. President Whats happenin'? I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected Ain't nothin' changed All the promises you made, before you got elected, they ain't came true Tell me what to do, these niggas actin up in the hood Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin' what's goin on, holla!) Tell me what to do, these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious Cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss Each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick My heaviest verse'll move a mountain Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin' Fuck the friendships, I ride alone Destination Death Row, finally found a home Plus all my homies want to die, call it euthanasia Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on? Figure if we high they can train us But then America fucked up and blamed up I guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ride for M'Thulu like I ride for Geronimo Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops (What should I do?) Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Oh you'se a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crashed and the heartless And young soul bros, ready to rode a star ship Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that Want to ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work On a mission listen more chips my goal and position First on my decision I realized the same nigga Trippin' to drastic measures tryin' to get stacks of cheddar Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better But you keep, tellin' us, that it is While your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dig Don't be surprised if you see us Dumpin' with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Strapped and angry, with no hope and heart broke Fightin' first my trained brain until it's not so It's hostile, niggas lick shots to watch the glocks glow Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here Me and these 223's'll freeze the biggest with ease I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees And I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President Shit is still fucked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better And it ain't gon' get better Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly I want to meet the President, but will he meet me? He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin' How hypocritical is Liberty? That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me My history, full of casket and scars My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God? Somewhere in the middle of my mind Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him die Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low? Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'? Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed Day after day, and night after night Battles and wars to the daylight We might change and rearrange if you do somethin' Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President, hehe And I meant every word in my letter to the President Word motherfuckin' life Fuck this nigga think? Cuttin' taxes, takin' off welfare We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'? Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin'? Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga We fin' to hustle til we come up Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. Clinton, shit It's gettin' harder and harder for a motherfucker To make a dollar in these here streets I mean shit, I hear you screamin' peace But we can't find peace Til my little niggas on these streets get a piece I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me So why don't you help a nigga out? Sayin' you cuttin' welfare That got us niggas on the street, thinkin' who in the hell care? Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool? We ain't stupid Think you got us lookin' to lose Tryin' to turn all us young niggas into troops You want us to fight your war What the fuck I'm fightin' for? Shit, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all year Taxin', all the blacks and Police beatin' me in the streets, fuck peace These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
@Z.G.20133 күн бұрын
[Verse 1: Ceza (Turkey)] Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir Bak jak burada, diktafonuna tak Kağıt, kalem bir de ilham alınacak Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım Akalım, haydi bu battle'ı kazanalım [Intro: Tech N9ne] We started in the Midwest (Midwest, Midwest) Now we 'bout to take it (Take it, take it, take it) all over the world, baby (Baby, baby) This is the pinnacle (Pinnacle, pinnacle) Yeah, Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne) [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Follow me all around the planet, I run the gamut on Sickology They can never manage, we do damage with no apology Pick 'em off they panic a little manic, 'cause I gotta be Frantic, I'ma jam it, 'cause I'm an oddity Gobble the track up like I'm grubbin' at Mama Nakas I can pop at you proper 'cause I'm partners of Waka Flocka Gimme the top of hip-hop And watch him make 'em rock with a show-stopper Chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers) If you anybody, you notice it Tech is the pinnacle, not a identical soul is it Loaded, cold as the polar get Wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo, it exploded the flow, behold it, 'cause when the motor spit Abdiea, bdiea, never to get free of the real Better get just kneel to me or ready to get near my heels Gimme the knock and I'ma chop But he came and he went tomorrow But I'ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas Hit 'em up and get 'em up I ain't done, I ain't did enough Trippin' when I rip it, I be the ish when I spit 'em up Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up in the gut Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I bust From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina If you never been a fan of the man, the brand is unanimous Can I cuss? Fuck anybody! Tech is calamitous Leave 'em in the dust ain't nobody tough when I'm standin' up Tech is hostile, he's awful And really be wicked when he be off in a bottle You wit' it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle He sick and he give it the Poe and toss in Picasso Killin' everybody off is the motto And I be the only chopper that's tossed in a brothel You said it's pathetic, my head is off in a taco I sped and you bled and you in a coffin when I go [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I'm light years ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide Choppers) Can't clown me, don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me [Verse 3: J.L. (KC)] Check it, I'm ahead of 'em Chop it up with the veterans A legend developin' Ain't gotta tell him it's evident Gotta notice an elephant None of you niggas relevant You're delicate, but lovin' every second of this [Verse 4: U$O (Denmark)] De vil alle tjekke, når vi ligger det Kommer ind og smækker det, beatet - jeg vækker det I ved hva', der kommer ud af min mund Hænger med de vildeste gutter Det minder mig om, vi stikker det af For de kalder mig alle fucking chopper [Verse 5: Yelawolf (Alabama)] What if I ran into you with a pogo stick Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness With a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet And I threw up more churches like I was playin' Hamlet Syllable burnin', that internal damage Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock Under an oak tree like I was peelin' pecans But instead I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sand-a-wich Pick up a .22 and put a bullet inside of a Motherfucka from Westside, a 1987 box I'm headed up, yeah, headed for bucks Fuck 'em all, make them feel my dread like I had a head of locks Feel every bump like you had bad shocks But I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped Wanna fuck with Tech N9ne, twist up the pine And smoke a beat with Mr. Busta Rhymes? Well sure, why not? Really don't need to show any more of my cock But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks In a trench coat with the pencil and a watch Then drop a verse before you can focus to read the clocks Slumerican is out of control Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go But I'ma dump truck, just send another load Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats With an alien probe, I'm light years- [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I'm light years ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide Choppers) Can't clown me, don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me [Verse 6: Twista (Chicago)] Twista Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm or loosen the venom And hit 'em and give 'em astig-a-ma-tism And then I'ma spit 'em somethin' so full of vengeance That everybody'll wanna devour the pieces Of my enemies 'cause of cannibalism Breakin' them off into particles They get in a predicament that be never reversible 'Cause a nigga be too versatile, makin' you nervous You could never compete with the colonel I burn you, I'm an immortal, and that's the reason I murder you Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic After I wreck and check ya, then your respect I better have it 'Cause I'm an anomaly, then I'ma give a lobotomy To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy Hoppin', I don't stop with the fire when the flames thrown I'm one of the most popular choppers and my name's known Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there We WWC, if you can't keep up shoulda stayed home My alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers' Work look as ancient as a discovery of paleontology So play me and I'ma be shinin' on them haters I'm finna be usin' it as energy, watch how radiant I'ma be Like a helicopter when the words fly Entire families all the way out to you girl die If I catch you fuckin' with the most intricate lyricists Don't even try to stop us, 'cause we choppers and we worldwide And I'm- [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I'm light years ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide Choppers) Can't clown me, don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me [Verse 7: Busta Rhymes (New York)] See, now they ask when I'ma stomp on my dude And when I'ma cock it and pop it and what I'ma drop on my dude Inevitably is that I'ma be the most incredible dude To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude (Worldwide Choppers) And then they ask "What in the world is you provin' When you were already the best?" and "What the hell is he doin'?" Well, I'ma be choppin' and cuttin' And breakin' and beatin' and shakin' And fuckin' everything up 'til I make no further mistake and Bustin' everything up like a fuckin' angry Jamaican And shuttin' everything up, especially the ones who be hatin' They lovin' everything until I got 'em stutterin' stupid You hear 'em now? "D-d-d-d-don't do-do-do-do it! P-p-p-please, wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest" And now I'ma come and kill 'em Get 'em, hit 'em and finish 'em And bang 'em in the head and diminish them And then I'll hit 'em again at a minimum Repeat it, comin' to killin' 'em Then he be gotta be drillin' 'em Thinkin', "They gotta be feelin' him!" Spittin' lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin' 'em And gettin' 'em stupid to the point where there's no forgivin' him Hopin' you're listenin' and you're payin' attention And you're witnessin' the way that I be christenin' in the mic And gettin' in the zone, I be flattenin' and packin' in People from the front to the back and They got me actin' a fool, I'm black and, nigga, now I'm home! [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I'm light years ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide Choppers) Can't clown me, don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me [Verse 8: D-Loc (Kansas)] My fire annihilate make fighters retire instantly I'm choppin' 'em: call me Michael Myers in my vicinity The way I be killin' 'em with rhythm, it get illegitimate The Gilla will finish any in a predicament (Worldwide Choppers) Any enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up They know they never can get with me whenever they mention me The history of a lyrical criminal more deadly than chemicals Check my resume, they said the Gillgod's biblical (Worldwide Choppers) [Verse 9: Twisted Insane (California)] I hit 'em with venom when I get up in 'em I bend 'em and send 'em and you can feel me Diggin' up in your brain and bringin' the pain They often wanna kill me Fillin' 'em with that fury, get up and hurry You can feel the real me Comin' up with that shit, I'm havin' a fit And you will never peel me Off of you when I'm on top of you, I got the drop on you And poppin' often, hit 'em up with a bullet to the (Brain) You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin' You're fiendin' and dreamin' to find a demon, name Insane I'm a worldwide (Chopper)
@micahlutherknight3 күн бұрын
When the WiFi 🛜 return this instrumental will be on the 08.27 mixtape
@micahlutherknight3 күн бұрын
They doing the best to cover up & hide the vocals IndiGo.
@micahlutherknight3 күн бұрын
R.I.P. to my Aunt Joyce , Uncle George wife.
@micahlutherknight3 күн бұрын
102.1FM the Edge with DJ Merritt
@user-pf6eh7by8m3 күн бұрын
Better days heyy better days got me thinking bout better days💯 growing up in the struggle i sit and reminisce about my adolescents I hope i grow and raise my kids to always stay strong in this cold world
@NwoOwn-sr8yx3 күн бұрын
Nah mayn its MOB im tellin ya ass again damn We aint friends but i see ya ass up on this bitch like nothing ever happened Riight g? You the type to stick with that dumb shit Waitin for a hoe to fake a move But yall niggas lame Whenever is time ta get fucked up You already lookin straight dead Witnessin the game from bitch ass positions I came up just like anticipation In case niggas want some crumbs Got cha upper, roll down, uptown, proper Bussines deep, gs feelin dis shit Why u wouldnt play ya ass for? Skip through mystical interdiction When its time to pay attention Got me my nigga brain stuck Now its all about mo tricks No mean mug but dem tricks got dem ass fucked slow So if its up to me, im straight rollin that weed, straight g streets Got cha feelin dat shit, like a muthafuckin beeetch U didnt listen Now my diamonds be glisten Mackin on tricks, bout dem trips But ya ass that ones they want to floss with Until u wet and shit, ready to bubble em up, Dumb bitches but money Niggas yall get some crumbs, uh Ready to clock, puff that indo, non stop On my troubleblock, Sip on cris, as i dips, niggas popped my clutch But its top notch, what else you could ask fo Nigga is u sick? Bitches all about money you get Niggas lookin stupid whenever they ridin on dick Supadoopa supa ill, when pimp demands ya muthafuck scrill Ill be in the rise, at one time Is one of yall niggas hyped up feelin that shit Hopin ya ass ready for some bitch dick ta trip ya doomed ass with At least player haters kept the fire and their style warmed, amped up Plus bitch gets a piece twice keepin dem shit real tight Now its all up, for givin ya shit up, disrupted or misplaced No arguments needed Bitches on dick conducted Aint shit changed got cha next move fucked up They got cha thinkin ya ass heated, Bitch you will be needin some thug love Double ya standards, act with precision Niggas is sure ta die on every mission At first, ya style got me bumpin now ya shit has bein whack Yall sorry bastards can barely make it If ya hoe keepin ya ass wreck But it only takes another check, Ya whereabouts aight when you round about talkin about livin paycheck while im braggin about the high live Put my name close to some bright lights Then i floss u a loss, pay the cost Poppas money none He broke and ya futures gone bout no good ass Shit i live real niggas whenever they get dem grips Young tricks, uptown in the, yall killin my shit But yall suck dick Ready to clock, puff that indo, non stop On my troubleblock, Sip on cris, as i dips, niggas popped my clutch But its top notch, what else you could ask fo Nigga is u sick? Bitches all about money, Niggas stupid whenever they ridin on dick Bitches wrecked, u may bail Home boys dwell, i might aswell... Now all i ever heard was My homie hoes want gucci prada even versace Dem hot shit, Been not livin good in the hood for years Been broke as fuck Niggas wanted to mack my bitch I didnt miss no one of my dead homies dismissed off these thug shit Its time to clock mo bitches indeed But u starvin like a bitch Well slit ya wrist in a bliss Cus niggas fucked up Cus dem bitches got it twisted Its a bliss of time pay homage you nothing but a bitch, while i get more riches Fuck ya next trick i got my shit open for bussiness Pain used ta flow like drugs through me Now my nigga is nothing but history n i never gave a fuck about his misery Im surrended by my criminal thoughts plus, all my bitches the truest, Ready for some true love, Live ya dreams to the fullest I used ta run the streets, hopeless plus i wanted that cash and the fame i used ta mean no less See ya nigga I hope its gets through to you, like a drive by My g dead on these bitches streets, This for niggas lullaby, He dead, but im gettin high Young niggas stay sharp as fuck Im up in this bitch Momma told me at once Its all about cash, hoes and power Some niggas about that fucked up New world order shit Money aint everything in this world Anyways clock mo gs Bitches foul, straight hipocrites All my hood rat bitches straight mean mugs True hearted thugs True thug love We been straight ballin Mo nigga mo nigga mo real G Mo mean mug Uh Uh Uh Stuck Representin Uptown in the
@NwoOwn-sr8yx3 күн бұрын
Nah mayn im tellin ya ass again We aint friends but i see ya ass up on this bitch like nothing ever happened You the type to stick with that dumb shit Waitin for a hoe to fake a move But yall niggas lame Whenever is time ta get fucked up You already lookin straight dead Witnessin the game from bitch ass positions I came up just like anticipation In case niggas want some crumbs Got cha upper, roll down, uptown, proper Bussines deep, gs feelin dis shit Why u wouldnt play ya ass for? Skip through mystical interdiction When its time to pay attention Got me my nigga brain stuck Now its all about mo tricks No mean mug but dem tricks got dem ass fucked slow So if its up to me, im straight rollin that weed, straight g streets Got cha feelin dat shit, like a muthafuckin beeetch U didnt listen Now my diamonds be glisten Mackin on tricks, bout dem trips But ya ass that ones they want to floss with Until u wet and shit, ready to bubble em up, Dumb bitches but money Niggas yall get some crumbs, uh Ready to clock, puff that indo, non stop On my troubleblock, Sip on cris, as i dips, niggas popped my clutch But its top notch, what else you could ask fo Nigga is u sick? Bitches all about money you get Niggas lookin stupid whenever they ridin on dick Supa ill, when pimp demands ya scrill Ill be in the rise, at one time Yall niggas hyped up feelin that shit Hopin ya ass ready for some bitch dick ta trip with At least player haters kept the fire and their style warmed, Plus bitch twice keepin dem shit real Its all up for givin ya shit up, disrupted No arguments needed Bitches on dick conducted got cha next move fucked up They got cha thinkin ya ass heated, You needin some thug love Double ya standards, act with precision Niggas is sure ta die on every mission At first, ya style got me bumpin now ya shit is whack Yall can barely make it If ya hoe keepin ya ass wreck But it only takes another check, Ya whereabouts aight when you round about talkin about livin paycheck to paycheck Then i floss u a loss Poppas money none He broke and ya futures gone bout no good ass Shit i live niggas whenever they get dem grips Young tricks, uptown, yall killin my shit Ready to clock, puff that indo, non stop On my troubleblock, Sip on cris, as i dips, niggas popped my clutch But its top noche, what else you could ask fo Nigga is u sick? Bitches all about money, Niggas stupid whenever they ridin on dick Now i heard My homie hoes want gucci prada even versace Dem hot shit, Been not livin good in the hood for years Been broke as fuck Niggas wanted to mack my bitch I didnt miss no one of my dead homies dismissed off these thug shit Its time to clock mo bitches indeed But u starvin like a bitch Niggas fucked up Cus dem bitches got it twisted Its a bliss of time pay homage you nothing but a bitch, while i get more riches Fuck ya next trick i got my shit open for bussiness Pain used ta flow like drugs through me Now my nigga is nothing but history n i never gave a fuck about his misery Im surrended by my criminal thoughts plus, all my bitches the truest, Ready for some true love, Live ya dreams to the fullest I used ta run the streets, hopeless plus i wanted that cash and the fame i used ta mean no less See ya nigga I hope its gets through to you, like a drive by My g dead on these bitches streets, This for niggas lullaby, He dead, but im gettin high Young niggas stay sharp, Momma told me, Its all about cash, hoes and power Some niggas about that fucked up New world order shit Money aint everything in this world Anyways clock mo gs Bitches foul, straight hipocrites All my hood rat bitches straight mean mugs True hearted thugs We been straight ballin Mo nigga mo nigga mo real G Uh Uh Uh Representin
@biterface033 күн бұрын
Man, this is one of the beats that made me love rap so much as a kid.
This song is not popular, but one of best Eminem's song. In my top 20
@MusaYanku3 күн бұрын
This your beat is better than original beat 😅
@MusaYanku3 күн бұрын
Only real Eminem fans know this music
@BlackMrClean243 күн бұрын
Can we just appreciate how good that bassline sounds
@hashemieada48463 күн бұрын
This edit has a new beautiful melody
@NwoOwn-sr8yx3 күн бұрын
Rule number one... niggas die, daily, hahahaha) Hear me! Boo-yaow! (Ready for whatever, hell yeah What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga? Them Thug Life niggas be the craziest -- run up nigga!) [2Pac:] There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame Niggas die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy Got my pistol out the window screamin', "Lord come and get me" Am I sick, or am I just another victim? Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em Niggas die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggas that's caught Had a motherfuckin' warrant but he didn't go to court God damn, and one day we'll all be together Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon (Yeah, niggas movin' somethin' in the nine-trey It's all about makin' money, gettin' yours And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin' planet Word to the motherfuckin' nine nigga We gonna make this motherfucker ours If they don't feel me, they gon' kill me So Syke, get skanless nigga) [Big Syke:] Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven? After all this shit I did with my Mac-11 Did I sell my soul? Mama would have saved me That's the way that daddy raised me Oh God, help me I'm losing it So fuck it! Take me I'm doing it! I need to change and look for a better way I got a hundred round clip to my AK Committing sins I might die in vain So fuck it! We'll live off the street fame God didn't send me in the right direction I'm getting hit by a diesel in the intersection I know you're out there help a young brother Til then I'ma smoke motherfuckers Things wouldn't be so bad If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready for whatever (Hahahahaha, that's my motherfuckin' nigga there Big ballin'-ass Syke Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas On how it is to be a real motherfuckin' G In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin' If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker!) [2Pac:] Dear mama I know you worry cause I'm hardly at home Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone Wanna shake it cause I can't take it got me livin' in Hell Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll kill me if I tell I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game So much pain in the fast lane, finally a dry eye When I die, bury me with my fo'-five And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger Now everybody's starin' Got a nigga losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all there Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers When niggas gettin' richer (mo' money) Now tell me if you wanna live forever Niggas dyin' so be ready for whatever (Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever Thug Life niggas and we be ready for whatever Let me go like this, ready for whatever Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever My nigga Kato, ready for whatever Pain, he's ready for whatever And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready for whatever My nigga Banks just be ready for whatever Modu, he's ready for whatever Big Serg, we ready for whatever Charlie Tango, ready for whatever My nigga 'Pac, be ready for whatever Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready for whatever fo' sho' Yeah, you know! This how the player's do it I know you standin' there confused You wonderin' -- what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga? Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga About gettin' riches, bitches, and plenty loc Ya hear me?) Ready for whatever Escucha "Ready 4 Whatever" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Johnny Lee Jackson, Gil Scott Heron, Tyruss Gerald Himes AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "R U Still Down? (Remember Me)" (1997) 2Pac - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) album cover Redemption Open Fire R U Still Down? (Remember Me) Hellrazor Thug Style Where Do We Go From Here (interlude) I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto Nothing To Lose I'm Gettin Money Lie To Kick It Fuck All Y'all Let Them Thangs Go Definition Of A Thug Nigga Ready 4 Whatever When I Get Free Hold On Be Strong I'm Losin It Fake Ass Bitches Do For Love Enemies With Me Nothin But Love 16 On Death Row I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Hip-Hop Version) When I Get Free II Black Starry Night (Interlude) Only Fear Of Death Submit Lyrics Soundtracks Facebook Contact Us Advertise Here Privacy Policy Cookie Policy DMCA Policy Lyrics licensed by MusixMatch
@NwoOwn-sr8yx3 күн бұрын
Hold on... [*lighter flicks up*] Yeah, it's gonna be alright Don't trip, baby [*inhales*] It'll get better... [*coughing*] Aye, do this thug style, man, thug style When this whole beat drop We just gon' run it to 'em Bet, it's all good, uh I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin' weed in my bag lunch And all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by And drive-by's robbed my homies of their young lives I never did cry, and even though I had pain in my heart I was hopeless from the start They couldn't tell me nothin', they all tried to help me The marijuana had my mind gone, it wasn't healthy I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year I felt the pain and the rain, but I'm still here Never did like the police Let the whole world know, now I gets no peace 'Cause they chasin' me down And facin' me now, what do I do? These things that a thug goes through And still I rise, so keep your head up And make your mind strong It's a struggle every day, but you gotta hold on Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's on There's never a good day, 'cause in my hood they Let they AK's pump strays where the kids play And every Halloween, check out the murder scene Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen My homies dyin' before they get to see they birthdays These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does Does it matter if you Blood or you Cuz? Remember how it was? The picnics and the parties in the projects Small time drinkin', gettin' high with them armies Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter I'm dealin' with the madness, raised by a single mother I'm tryin' to tell you when it's on You gotta keep your head to the sky And be strong, most of all, hold on Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's on (Hold on, be strong [*repeats in background*]) I know them ain't tears comin' down your face Wipe your eyes In this world, only the strong survive, you know? Hehe, I know it's hard out there Welfare, AIDS, earthquakes, muggings, car-jackings Yeah, we got problems But believe me when I tell you things always get better God don't like ugly, and God don't like no quitters You know what Billie Holiday said? Bay-bee, God bless the child that can hold his own You know? You got to stand strong And when these bustas try to knock you out your place You stand there to they face Tell 'em "Hold on!", and be strong The game don't stop, huh This here is black, man If you don't never learn nothin', learn one thing It don't stop, 'til the casket drop Thug for life... feel me? All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong When things get bad Especially come the first and the fifteenth Stay strong, and stay ballin', hold on I'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic Escucha "Hold On Be Strong" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Duane Thomas Nettlesbey, Philip James Bailey, Stephen Devinney Beckmeier, Phillip McKay, Vance Branch AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "R U Still Down? (Remember Me)" (1997) 2Pac - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) album cover Redemption Open Fire R U Still Down? (Remember Me) Hellrazor Thug Style Where Do We Go From Here (interlude) I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto Nothing To Lose I'm Gettin Money Lie To Kick It Fuck All Y'all Let Them Thangs Go Definition Of A Thug Nigga Ready 4 Whatever When I Get Free Hold On Be Strong I'm Losin It Fake Ass Bitches Do For Love Enemies With Me Nothin But Love 16 On Death Row I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Hip-Hop Version) When I Get Free II Black Starry Night (Interlude) Only Fear Of Death Submit Lyrics Soundtracks Facebook Contact Us Advertise Here Privacy Policy Cookie Policy DMCA Policy Lyrics licensed by MusixMatch
@NwoOwn-sr8yx3 күн бұрын
Yeah, if she didn't wanna fuck Then she never should've called you) I dedicate this to my nigga, Mike Tyson (If she didn't wanna fuck Then she never should've called you) [2Pac:] You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it [Richie Rich:] Jack of all trades ballin' like Jordan you punk Fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't Do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block Polyurethane busta cracked in half You claim you foldin' bank but I know yo bank stank I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04 You sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight You's a baller lyin' to them youngstas quick Got them thinkin' you sick and representin' yo click But you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype Yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes And if they knew yo identity You'd probably be the victim of a stickin' (ugh ugh) You ain't got to lie to kick it [2Pac:] You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches (aight!), (you know what I'm sayin') Out to get a nigga's riches (real niggas up, hoes down) You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches (aight!) Out to get a nigga's riches [2Pac:] You ain't got to lie to kick it Y'all don't hear me I got these niggas yackin' in my face About some shit that never took place And what you see is what you get, that's what he told me I peeped it in his pose, Exposed the fuckin' phony I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie With them bitches, they be speakin' down on me Hey, it's gettin' drastic Gunnin' niggas down cause they plastic Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked And stuffed in a casket Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafuckin' last hit Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice And everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson Cause I know the real on the bitch She got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches (fuck that bitch) I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick And got a nigga screamin' Fuck That Bitch! [2Pac:] You ain't got to lie to kick it To the tricks and the bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches (aight!), (you know what I'm sayin') Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches (aight!) Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it [2Pac (Richie Rich):] Well if a bitch'll be a bitch (Then a trick'll be a trick) I got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix (This is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues) Stay the fuck up out of mine (And I'll stay out of yours) It's a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn't understand This Tanqueray got me screamin', Fuck yo' man (But now you beefin' on the strength) (That you was thinkin' I was jockin') Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin' (And if it ain't about a buck I gives a fuck) It's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck So what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me (Bitch you better see Trojan about yo' baby, ha ha)) Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin' (Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slippin') [2Pac & Richie:] You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it.. Escucha "Lie To Kick It" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, James Brown, Don Blackman, Richard L. Serrell AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "R U Still Down? (Remember Me)" (1997) 2Pac - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) album cover Redemption Open Fire R U Still Down? (Remember Me) Hellrazor Thug Style Where Do We Go From Here (interlude) I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto Nothing To Lose I'm Gettin Money Lie To Kick It Fuck All Y'all Let Them Thangs Go Definition Of A Thug Nigga Ready 4 Whatever When I Get Free Hold On Be Strong I'm Losin It Fake Ass Bitches Do For Love Enemies With Me Nothin But Love 16 On Death Row I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Hip-Hop Version) When I Get Free II Black Starry Night (Interlude) Only Fear Of Death Submit Lyrics Soundtracks Facebook Contact Us Advertise Here Privacy Policy Cookie Policy DMCA Policy Lyrics licensed by MusixMatch
@NwoOwn-sr8yx3 күн бұрын
Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah Mama raised a hellraiser Born thuggin' Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin' fiends buggin Kickin up dust with the older G's Soakin up the game that was told to me I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin' Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin Mobbin through the overpass laughin While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger Cause some nigga tried to kill me And mama raised a hellraiser, everyday gettin paid Police on my pager, straight stressin A fugitive my occupation is under question Wanted for investigation, and even though I'm marked for death, I'mma spark til I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap And they wonder why it's hard bein black Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser Stress gettin' major, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Dear Lord can ya feel me Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin Mama raised a hellraiser, can't figure Why you let the police beat down niggas I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe While the po' babies rushin' into early graves God come save the youth Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? Show a way I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn Every nigga that I know's on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price Little young motherfucker doin triple life Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen' Mama raised a hellraiser, uh, yeah C'mon, uh, mama raised a hellraiser Uh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major (Lord be my savior, unnh) Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy! I got my three-five-seven can't control it Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded Everybody run for cover, aww shit Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me Cause do or die gettin high till they bury me Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why Little girl like LaTasha, had to die She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end it's my friends, that flip-flop Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots Every nigga on my block dropped two cops Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high with my hands on the trigger, Thug nigga Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life I got the heart to fight now Mama raised a hellraiser why cry That's just life in the ghetto, do or die Escucha "Hellrazor" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Duane Thomas Nettlesbey, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Quincy Delight Iii Jones, Val Young, Christopher Walker, Randy Walker, Kevin Rhames AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "R U Still Down? (Remember Me)" (1997) 2Pac - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) album cover Redemption Open Fire R U Still Down? (Remember Me) Hellrazor Thug Style Where Do We Go From Here (interlude) I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto Nothing To Lose I'm Gettin Money Lie To Kick It Fuck All Y'all Let Them Thangs Go Definition Of A Thug Nigga Ready 4 Whatever When I Get Free
@NwoOwn-sr8yx3 күн бұрын
Many bitches on my cock, Fuck death row and fuck bad boy Ima kill em all It has been tic tac time, bitches When i abc dem tricks shit N spit my lyrics Off the record a psycho nigga bout ta snipe ya Fuck niggas Gotta a nigga heated, top dollar shit But ima kill me muthafuckas Suicidal thought got me not givin 2 fucks Shit got worse but fuck dem bustas, Hoes is snitches And dicks bitches suck on is for whores My mentality bein ghetto through years A nigga broke, ghetto stars fucked up Now niggas fucked up Stuck up Everytime i get money bitches around me steady dreamin with mo I am a boss playa, i still hate them moves Let a nigga groove on n fuck with dem doomed flow n yall dont really know Fuck niggas deep, 13 inches deep at least n break rules and wreck these fools N shut mo tricks up, At least mithafuckas feel me Shottie by the hand be a handicap, Nigga, i break ass, straight furious Mo caps too peel, g, a nigga real I get bitches scrill, i never trips By no broken ass frantic bitch Get my mo, my flow sicka Fuck around in the club Muthafuckas dont really want shit with thug shit Mean mug, 380 slugs, shotguns and ruggers Kinda like black Jesus passion, deadly force, and of course mo bitches broke N fuck the president, Do nothin for real niggas so niggas kill niggas i been hesitant Fuck these whores, these streets guerilla fo scrilla everytime a nigga, fucks with gangs, ks never jammed like hey bitch gotta kill me anotha nigga Yall cant fuck with a g Bitch on my dick like a nigga dips deep Fuck the hood and all that shit, Sick, when i bust on dem tricks, bitch what Whatever cus a nigga broke as fuck Bitches dont give a fuck, act stupid Flow with mo cash ive been stressed To fuck the whole World deeply N many hoes fake many moves
@NwoOwn-sr8yx3 күн бұрын
Many bitches on my cock, Fuck death row and bad boy Ima kill em all It has been tic tac time, bitches When i abc dem tricks shit N spit my lyrics Off the record a psycho nigga bout ta snipe ya Fuck niggas Gotta a nigga heated, top dollar shit But ima kill me muthafuckas Suicidal thought got me not givin 2 fucks Shit got worse but fuck dem bustas, Hoes is snitches And dicks bitches dick is for whores My mentality bein ghetto through years A nigga broke, ghetto stars fucked up Now niggas fucked up Stuck up Everytime i get money bitches around me steady dreamin with mo I am a boss playa, i still hate them moves Let a nigga groove on n fuck with dem doomed flow n yall dont really know Fuck niggas deep, 13 inches deep at least n break rules and wreck these fools N shut mo tricks up, At least mithafuckas feel me Shottie by the hand be a handicap, Nigga, i break ass, straight furious Mo caps too peel, g, a nigga real I get bitches scrill, i never trips By no broken ass frantic bitch Get my mo, my flow sicka Fuck around in the club Muthafuckas dont really want shit with thug shit Mean mug, 380 slugs, shotguns and ruggers Kinda like black Jesus passion, deadly force, and of course mo bitches broke N fuck the president, Do nothin for real niggas so niggas kill niggas i been hesitant Fuck these whores, these streets guerilla fo scrilla everytime a nigga, fucks with gangs, ks never jammed like hey bitch gotta kill me anotha nigga Yall cant fuck with a g Bitch on my dick like a nigga dips deep Fuck the hood and all that shit, Sick, when i bust on dem tricks, bitch what Whatever cus a nigga broke as fuck Bitches dont give a fuck, act stupid Flow with mo cash ive been stressed To fuck the whole World deeply N many hoes fake many moves
Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us though We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah With that funky sound, so funky We be throwin' down (This goes out to you playa) (You know, you know who you are) [2Pac:] Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me [2Pac:] Are you confused? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes of a nigga who don't have a thing to lose When me and you was homies No one informed me it was all a scheme You infiltrated my team and sold a nigga's dreams How could you do me like that? I took ya family in I put some cash in ya pocket, made you a man again And now you let the fear put your ass in a place Complicated to escape, it's a fool's fate Without your word you're a shell of a man I lost respect for ya, nigga We can never be friends I know I'm runnin' through your head now What could you do? If it was up to you, I'd be dead now I let the world know, nigga, you a coward Ya could never be live Until you die See the motherfuckin' bitch in your eye Type of nigga, that let the evil of the money trap me When ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me (holla at me) [(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:] (Gotta be afraid, don’t let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay (So I gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay [2Pac:] Curious, spittin' lyrics on the verge of furious I'm addicted to currency Nigga that's why we're doin' this I got shot up, I surprised the niggas the way I got up And then I hit the studio, it's time to blow the block up No hesitation This information got you contemplatin' Heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation Break him and let him see the face of a mental patient It's a celebration of my criminal elevation, more participation I want members that call the fifty states To keep the nation anticipatin' until we break Will I be great, is it my fate? To live the life of luxury, some niggas bought my tapes So much jealousy it scares me So be prepared, cause only the strong survive Life isn't fair (fair) Probably never knew the way it feels to die So you see come fuck with me, I give that ass a try! Nigga, Holla at me [(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:] (Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay (And now I gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay [2Pac:] I should've saw the signs, I was blinded Criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time So many brothas framed in this dirty game It's a shame, so much pressure on my brain while she blame me Secrets in the dark, only her and I know Now I'm sittin' in the state pen', doin' time slow Guess she made a bad decision That got me livin' just like an animal I'm caged up in state prison My niggas dissin' cause hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn A cemetery full of motherfuckers not knowin' Picture my prophecy I got some attacking me, on top of me I'm runnin' from the coppers, but never let 'em stop me Cause I'm a soldier Hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies of one day getting older Niggas is paranoid, trust; a no no Love is a mystery, fuck the po po Holla at me [(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:] (So when you see me nigga) (You better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay (Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay (A nigga gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay [Nanci Fletcher:] Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah With that funky sound (so funky) We be throwin' down [(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:] (Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay (Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay Escucha "Holla At Me" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "All Eyez On Me" (1996) 2Pac - All Eyez On Me album cover Ambitionz Az A Ridah All Bout U Skandalouz Got My Mind Made Up How Do You Want It 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted No More Pain Heartz Of Men Life Goes On
@zpsvo98474 күн бұрын
This beat is quite funky
@farhaancfc78834 күн бұрын
this the meet the grahams before kendrick met the grahams
@DrakeDearing-ux4nd4 күн бұрын
my nigga🎵👍🏾lit thx🙏🏾
@ulalafaulk59394 күн бұрын
We need to challenge this beat
@klukina98924 күн бұрын
Best loop version
@tkhachi4 күн бұрын
🌙
@andrew_tate15 күн бұрын
Ofcourse ylu can ise the music...of he can create it using k dot song
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Nicely Done!
ResumenLetrasVídeosEscuchar In this motherfuckin' life I lead, shit A hell of motherfucking road blocks And crooked cops we still ride though What side? Westside I want money in large amounts My garage full of cars that bounce Movin' my tapes in major ways ‘cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half These niggas is punks They runnin' off at the mouth 'til I Fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin' like you Billy Badass? Nigga, you scary I've been knowin' you for years We was high school peers, in junior high I was itchin' to kill And you was ready to die While you bullshittin' Niggas was dyin' and catchin' cases Bustin' my automatics at motherfuckers In foreign places leavin' no trace They see my face and they buried Them bitches die in a hurry, still I ride I'm never worried Mr makaveli tell me to ride, and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd And motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live, my nigga It's how it is homie got into a fight last Night that killed his kids In this life I lead, fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die In this life I lead, fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'Til we die, in this life I lead I stopped to think Rolling a Philly up full of dank Pouring the remaining of my Remy Martin down the sink back to get dressed Grab my strap in case I'm tested Chronic and Stress Await the bitch to clean my mess Wishing I was sober not fucked up With a hangover the homie just released So the whole hood came over The west side bash They're piecing on dime bags Macking in the living room, shaking that ass Talking fast to whores, we pros at what we do It's on and popping once we get This bitch full of brew I knew some shit might crack so We strapped and all thick Swerving the niggas I see Who ain't invited to this shit Give a Fuck! the life I live That's how it is Fuck around you will be crying Missing your kids HUH! My destiny in this motherfucking game Is either to get rich or die In this life I lead, fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die In this life I lead, fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'Til we die, in this life I lead When they see that nigga Daz They say I'm dangerous In this strange world believe who Just don't give a fuck I mean I stroke with the intentions Cuttin' it up like I supposed to My job is to protect and rob and serve you Who hold the genius? - we done left Death Row is breathin' Heaters gotta get served til None has left breathin' what I'm achieving Smoking weed and fucking hoes Ain't going nowhere, no man Is going to strive, be on a stroll I gotta make it happen everyday and all day I gotta make my hustle and Come back with big pay tear up the spot lay Creating ruckus when I touch down Who got my back when they Put the attack down? So I lay out cold, petrified, terrified Barely alive Come again when niggas start to ride With the Outlawz and Pounders, blast I'm clownin' on three Nigga you're my motherfuckin' enemy In this life I lead, fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die In this life I lead, fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'Til we die, in this life I lead
Heavy hittin' at this motherfucker's straight spittin' Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain Why real niggas need to stick to the game It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me Jealous ass player haters gaming on me Look out motherfucker homey G As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me Get down for the right for the wishes Fake ass nigga, you in shit, for fightin' over bitches You call that a player? Straight-ass sissy See me at my show nigga miss me Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit Got a pistol motherfucker try to pull quick And just cause I'm rappin' don't mean I ain't scrappin' And if you clip when the shit happens, it don't stop Now my guess is true Them thug life niggas is a bull Everywhere we go The niggas trippin at the door I want to dance with you You can dance at the party and not get whipped See the shit don't stop, my 9 goes pop Your body drip-drop Throw that ass in a zip-loc Now you've been hauled away in a body bag Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me Yo you fuckin' with a thug yo your ass gets plugged With this hollow-point slugs With ya under the rug That's why my deaf niggas don't play that shit In thug life niggas be the craziest So when you think about fuckin' this You better wear a vest But it really don't matter We ain't aimin' at your chest Nah we blowin holes in your motherfuckin' skull Make sure your ass is smoked That's all the fat lady wrote You heard that fat bitch sing when my shit went bang-bang But it don't pay when I flaunt your brain Nigga, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show In the casket, gettin' they ass kicked and blasted It don't stop All I want to do is try to Mac the hoes Spin bank on thangs sellin' me a sponsor on my foes It's like each and every one they got the look of death I got my 9 nigga, don't be silly, you better watch your step And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin' Bitches we tossin', and niggas we crossin' It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood It's all good, the punks? "I wish you would!"
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As I wipe the stars off the windows on my space ship Call out the spirits in my basement Crawl out the center of the snake pit And fall into the middle of her greatness Fireballs reflect off the frames of the pictures She's not at all impressed with the flames or the flickers But take her for a walk on the moon as she wears slippers The end of the world is coming soon, I'ma miss it The sky is fallling down, I am falling for her quicker We hide amongst the clouds, then we pardon the enigma High above the ground but I'm under her charisma Her sound is in surround when I'm in her solar system The quiet calms my quasars, the eclipses eclipsin' My astronaut helmet kinda shifted, full of lipstick Planet of the aches, and she is my prescription We out of this world baby we have been evicted Intergalactical love The sky is falling, intergalactical, intergalactical love And I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you On the dark side of the moon Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And If you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Open up the curtains Window watching, people killing, robbing The sky is falling, falling down It turn into news and this is the apocalypse People living on their rocket ships My mama always told me that there would be no stopping this Fireball reflections on the friends and the pictures in my room, of I and you Tell me will I see you soon Meet you on the moon? Intergalactical love The sky is falling, falling down I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you On the dark side of the moon I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Intergalactical love The sky is falling, intergalactic, intergalactical love And I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you On the dark side of the moon Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He rose And she rose Hail hello fuck sakes The people's Champion Am a man beyond Mars The stars are driving all the cards marked. Am a renegade Like a hand grenade I'm about two explode On the tuna maid. Shes a filthy fish Stinks a shit pish Am a German later Talking terminator Blue ma cell up, Pen is booming on me Microphone is broke Tiny wave a joke. A could be micro Wee little psycho Where have has been Where did ad go A just ad libbed Adjust the sas lube.
Stab me in the back , Adversary undercover/ Showed loyalty and love , Consider you one of my brothers/ Envy in ya heart , Jealousy in your eyes, Venom run through ya veins, snake in disguised/ Nothing worst then baytral, You failed as a soldier / Behind enemy lines This whole time , Blinded by a cobra /
THIS TRACK/INSTRUMENTAL WILL ALWAYS PUT YOU IN A GREAT MOOD! 🔥 CLASSIC!
I’m done where do I send it to
I stg Mozzy should either add a verse or either remake this cause I know Mozzy would def take us there
Great, thank you very much!
I love this song so much 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
Ngl instrumental when you steal hear kendrick rapping his ass off is crazy
Excellent
No saalvador nao passa nada Odio impero amor tta de lado nessa selva de pedra du caralho varios vicios falsas vadias me cegaram sou o primeiro dono da loucuraa no ponto de vista das ruas e os beco me chamma ate queria mas nao posso aceita porque vejo meu fim na cela onde nao consigo me expressa e eassimm nao to no final a real eque to longe do fim
Will you be able to make an acapella and instrumental for the new Eminem song when it comes out? 🙏🙏
My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact, gamin' you hoes Who else but Mama's only son, fuck the phony niggas I'm the one Say my name, watch bitches come Now fire when ready, stay watchin' our figure Increase speed, make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker Plus all these niggas that you run with, be on some dumb shit Trickin' on hoes, I ain't the one bitch Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased I'm movin' you stupid bitches, vicious telekinesis Am I reachin' your brain? Nigga how can I explain? How vicious this Thug motherfucker came When I die, I want to be a living legend, say my name Affiliated with this motherfuckin' game, with no more pain [Interpretation of Method Man's "Bring the Pain":] I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) Line up my adversaries, blast on sight And fuck your boyfriend bitch, I want some ass tonight You know my steelo, Alize and Cristal, weed Sure you heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggas to open fire, I'll murder that ass And disappear before the, cops come runnin' My Glock's spittin' rounds, niggas fallin' down clutchin' they stomach It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggas on the rise Busters shot me five times, real niggas don't die Can ya hear me?, laced with this game, I know you fear me Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me My only fear of death is reincarnation Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation And feelin' no more pain I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (yeah nigga, no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (what, what nigga) Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (no pain nigga) Let's go inside my astral plane (no pain) Bury me that's what they all say It's time to make a killin', sure to make a million with DeVante Bitch I know you want me, what your mouth say?, now, watch your eyes You don't wanna get with me, that's a lie I got my hands on your hips, no time to bullshit Freaky bitch, come give me kiss Tell them niggas from other areas, brothers from here So obsessed with this money makin' it ain't nothin' we fear Now they label me a troublemaker, cause I'm a ridah Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya Mama made me rugged, Baptize the public Now you all thugs, nigga don't you love it It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must Wasn't too sure what you facin' so watch the guns bust You niggas'll bleed, fuckin' with me you'll be deceased Never restin' in peace, nigga With no more pain I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane [Collision:] Hahahahaha, yeah nigga, yeah! Hahahaha No more pain It's just like that nigga, like that yeah No more pain Motherfuckers can't handle that shit Much too much for these bitches No more pain Feel me nigga? Feel me? How you figure you can fuck with me? Fully automatic type shit No more pain Coward ass niggas, cowards Come put your mouth on this pistol nigga Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain Close your eyes nigga, do it Die in the dark, no more pain Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do? Hey that's DeVante droppin' that beat like that BEYATCH In case you wonderin' And jealous niggas, hahaha, see y'all niggas Motherfuckin' niggas are shit Hey [Whispering in the background:] I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Westsiiiiiide! Death to everybody that ain't down with me That's on, feel me? Hahaha Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know who you are, it's still Bad Boy Killa Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don't stop Fat motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers Weak ass niggas, dancers turned fuckin' CEOs Put your mouth on this pistol nigga Put your mouth on the pistol! Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made me worse Feel me nigga, haha No more pain Hey DeVante I'm givin' these motherfuckers choices Niggas can roll with us, or they can be rolled up under us That's on you nigga, what you wanna do? Last year we was lettin' these niggas kick up dust This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust Thug Life nigga Westsiiide! Escucha "No More Pain" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith, Devante Smith AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "All Eyez On Me" (1996)
ResumenLetrasVídeosEscuchar Uh, dear Mr. President Whats happenin'? I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected Ain't nothin' changed All the promises you made, before you got elected, they ain't came true Tell me what to do, these niggas actin up in the hood Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin' what's goin on, holla!) Tell me what to do, these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious Cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss Each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick My heaviest verse'll move a mountain Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin' Fuck the friendships, I ride alone Destination Death Row, finally found a home Plus all my homies want to die, call it euthanasia Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on? Figure if we high they can train us But then America fucked up and blamed up I guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ride for M'Thulu like I ride for Geronimo Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops (What should I do?) Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Oh you'se a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crashed and the heartless And young soul bros, ready to rode a star ship Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that Want to ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work On a mission listen more chips my goal and position First on my decision I realized the same nigga Trippin' to drastic measures tryin' to get stacks of cheddar Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better But you keep, tellin' us, that it is While your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dig Don't be surprised if you see us Dumpin' with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Strapped and angry, with no hope and heart broke Fightin' first my trained brain until it's not so It's hostile, niggas lick shots to watch the glocks glow Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here Me and these 223's'll freeze the biggest with ease I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees And I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President Shit is still fucked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better And it ain't gon' get better Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly I want to meet the President, but will he meet me? He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin' How hypocritical is Liberty? That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me My history, full of casket and scars My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God? Somewhere in the middle of my mind Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him die Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low? Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'? Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed Day after day, and night after night Battles and wars to the daylight We might change and rearrange if you do somethin' Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President, hehe And I meant every word in my letter to the President Word motherfuckin' life Fuck this nigga think? Cuttin' taxes, takin' off welfare We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'? Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin'? Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga We fin' to hustle til we come up Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. Clinton, shit It's gettin' harder and harder for a motherfucker To make a dollar in these here streets I mean shit, I hear you screamin' peace But we can't find peace Til my little niggas on these streets get a piece I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me So why don't you help a nigga out? Sayin' you cuttin' welfare That got us niggas on the street, thinkin' who in the hell care? Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool? We ain't stupid Think you got us lookin' to lose Tryin' to turn all us young niggas into troops You want us to fight your war What the fuck I'm fightin' for? Shit, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all year Taxin', all the blacks and Police beatin' me in the streets, fuck peace These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
[Verse 1: Ceza (Turkey)] Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir Bak jak burada, diktafonuna tak Kağıt, kalem bir de ilham alınacak Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım Akalım, haydi bu battle'ı kazanalım [Intro: Tech N9ne] We started in the Midwest (Midwest, Midwest) Now we 'bout to take it (Take it, take it, take it) all over the world, baby (Baby, baby) This is the pinnacle (Pinnacle, pinnacle) Yeah, Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne) [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Follow me all around the planet, I run the gamut on Sickology They can never manage, we do damage with no apology Pick 'em off they panic a little manic, 'cause I gotta be Frantic, I'ma jam it, 'cause I'm an oddity Gobble the track up like I'm grubbin' at Mama Nakas I can pop at you proper 'cause I'm partners of Waka Flocka Gimme the top of hip-hop And watch him make 'em rock with a show-stopper Chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers) If you anybody, you notice it Tech is the pinnacle, not a identical soul is it Loaded, cold as the polar get Wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo, it exploded the flow, behold it, 'cause when the motor spit Abdiea, bdiea, never to get free of the real Better get just kneel to me or ready to get near my heels Gimme the knock and I'ma chop But he came and he went tomorrow But I'ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas Hit 'em up and get 'em up I ain't done, I ain't did enough Trippin' when I rip it, I be the ish when I spit 'em up Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up in the gut Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I bust From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina If you never been a fan of the man, the brand is unanimous Can I cuss? Fuck anybody! Tech is calamitous Leave 'em in the dust ain't nobody tough when I'm standin' up Tech is hostile, he's awful And really be wicked when he be off in a bottle You wit' it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle He sick and he give it the Poe and toss in Picasso Killin' everybody off is the motto And I be the only chopper that's tossed in a brothel You said it's pathetic, my head is off in a taco I sped and you bled and you in a coffin when I go [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I'm light years ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide Choppers) Can't clown me, don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me [Verse 3: J.L. (KC)] Check it, I'm ahead of 'em Chop it up with the veterans A legend developin' Ain't gotta tell him it's evident Gotta notice an elephant None of you niggas relevant You're delicate, but lovin' every second of this [Verse 4: U$O (Denmark)] De vil alle tjekke, når vi ligger det Kommer ind og smækker det, beatet - jeg vækker det I ved hva', der kommer ud af min mund Hænger med de vildeste gutter Det minder mig om, vi stikker det af For de kalder mig alle fucking chopper [Verse 5: Yelawolf (Alabama)] What if I ran into you with a pogo stick Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness With a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet And I threw up more churches like I was playin' Hamlet Syllable burnin', that internal damage Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock Under an oak tree like I was peelin' pecans But instead I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sand-a-wich Pick up a .22 and put a bullet inside of a Motherfucka from Westside, a 1987 box I'm headed up, yeah, headed for bucks Fuck 'em all, make them feel my dread like I had a head of locks Feel every bump like you had bad shocks But I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped Wanna fuck with Tech N9ne, twist up the pine And smoke a beat with Mr. Busta Rhymes? Well sure, why not? Really don't need to show any more of my cock But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks In a trench coat with the pencil and a watch Then drop a verse before you can focus to read the clocks Slumerican is out of control Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go But I'ma dump truck, just send another load Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats With an alien probe, I'm light years- [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I'm light years ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide Choppers) Can't clown me, don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me [Verse 6: Twista (Chicago)] Twista Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm or loosen the venom And hit 'em and give 'em astig-a-ma-tism And then I'ma spit 'em somethin' so full of vengeance That everybody'll wanna devour the pieces Of my enemies 'cause of cannibalism Breakin' them off into particles They get in a predicament that be never reversible 'Cause a nigga be too versatile, makin' you nervous You could never compete with the colonel I burn you, I'm an immortal, and that's the reason I murder you Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic After I wreck and check ya, then your respect I better have it 'Cause I'm an anomaly, then I'ma give a lobotomy To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy Hoppin', I don't stop with the fire when the flames thrown I'm one of the most popular choppers and my name's known Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there We WWC, if you can't keep up shoulda stayed home My alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers' Work look as ancient as a discovery of paleontology So play me and I'ma be shinin' on them haters I'm finna be usin' it as energy, watch how radiant I'ma be Like a helicopter when the words fly Entire families all the way out to you girl die If I catch you fuckin' with the most intricate lyricists Don't even try to stop us, 'cause we choppers and we worldwide And I'm- [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I'm light years ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide Choppers) Can't clown me, don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me [Verse 7: Busta Rhymes (New York)] See, now they ask when I'ma stomp on my dude And when I'ma cock it and pop it and what I'ma drop on my dude Inevitably is that I'ma be the most incredible dude To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude (Worldwide Choppers) And then they ask "What in the world is you provin' When you were already the best?" and "What the hell is he doin'?" Well, I'ma be choppin' and cuttin' And breakin' and beatin' and shakin' And fuckin' everything up 'til I make no further mistake and Bustin' everything up like a fuckin' angry Jamaican And shuttin' everything up, especially the ones who be hatin' They lovin' everything until I got 'em stutterin' stupid You hear 'em now? "D-d-d-d-don't do-do-do-do it! P-p-p-please, wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest" And now I'ma come and kill 'em Get 'em, hit 'em and finish 'em And bang 'em in the head and diminish them And then I'll hit 'em again at a minimum Repeat it, comin' to killin' 'em Then he be gotta be drillin' 'em Thinkin', "They gotta be feelin' him!" Spittin' lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin' 'em And gettin' 'em stupid to the point where there's no forgivin' him Hopin' you're listenin' and you're payin' attention And you're witnessin' the way that I be christenin' in the mic And gettin' in the zone, I be flattenin' and packin' in People from the front to the back and They got me actin' a fool, I'm black and, nigga, now I'm home! [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I'm light years ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide Choppers) Can't clown me, don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me [Verse 8: D-Loc (Kansas)] My fire annihilate make fighters retire instantly I'm choppin' 'em: call me Michael Myers in my vicinity The way I be killin' 'em with rhythm, it get illegitimate The Gilla will finish any in a predicament (Worldwide Choppers) Any enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up They know they never can get with me whenever they mention me The history of a lyrical criminal more deadly than chemicals Check my resume, they said the Gillgod's biblical (Worldwide Choppers) [Verse 9: Twisted Insane (California)] I hit 'em with venom when I get up in 'em I bend 'em and send 'em and you can feel me Diggin' up in your brain and bringin' the pain They often wanna kill me Fillin' 'em with that fury, get up and hurry You can feel the real me Comin' up with that shit, I'm havin' a fit And you will never peel me Off of you when I'm on top of you, I got the drop on you And poppin' often, hit 'em up with a bullet to the (Brain) You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin' You're fiendin' and dreamin' to find a demon, name Insane I'm a worldwide (Chopper)
When the WiFi 🛜 return this instrumental will be on the 08.27 mixtape
They doing the best to cover up & hide the vocals IndiGo.
R.I.P. to my Aunt Joyce , Uncle George wife.
102.1FM the Edge with DJ Merritt
Better days heyy better days got me thinking bout better days💯 growing up in the struggle i sit and reminisce about my adolescents I hope i grow and raise my kids to always stay strong in this cold world
Nah mayn its MOB im tellin ya ass again damn We aint friends but i see ya ass up on this bitch like nothing ever happened Riight g? You the type to stick with that dumb shit Waitin for a hoe to fake a move But yall niggas lame Whenever is time ta get fucked up You already lookin straight dead Witnessin the game from bitch ass positions I came up just like anticipation In case niggas want some crumbs Got cha upper, roll down, uptown, proper Bussines deep, gs feelin dis shit Why u wouldnt play ya ass for? Skip through mystical interdiction When its time to pay attention Got me my nigga brain stuck Now its all about mo tricks No mean mug but dem tricks got dem ass fucked slow So if its up to me, im straight rollin that weed, straight g streets Got cha feelin dat shit, like a muthafuckin beeetch U didnt listen Now my diamonds be glisten Mackin on tricks, bout dem trips But ya ass that ones they want to floss with Until u wet and shit, ready to bubble em up, Dumb bitches but money Niggas yall get some crumbs, uh Ready to clock, puff that indo, non stop On my troubleblock, Sip on cris, as i dips, niggas popped my clutch But its top notch, what else you could ask fo Nigga is u sick? Bitches all about money you get Niggas lookin stupid whenever they ridin on dick Supadoopa supa ill, when pimp demands ya muthafuck scrill Ill be in the rise, at one time Is one of yall niggas hyped up feelin that shit Hopin ya ass ready for some bitch dick ta trip ya doomed ass with At least player haters kept the fire and their style warmed, amped up Plus bitch gets a piece twice keepin dem shit real tight Now its all up, for givin ya shit up, disrupted or misplaced No arguments needed Bitches on dick conducted Aint shit changed got cha next move fucked up They got cha thinkin ya ass heated, Bitch you will be needin some thug love Double ya standards, act with precision Niggas is sure ta die on every mission At first, ya style got me bumpin now ya shit has bein whack Yall sorry bastards can barely make it If ya hoe keepin ya ass wreck But it only takes another check, Ya whereabouts aight when you round about talkin about livin paycheck while im braggin about the high live Put my name close to some bright lights Then i floss u a loss, pay the cost Poppas money none He broke and ya futures gone bout no good ass Shit i live real niggas whenever they get dem grips Young tricks, uptown in the, yall killin my shit But yall suck dick Ready to clock, puff that indo, non stop On my troubleblock, Sip on cris, as i dips, niggas popped my clutch But its top notch, what else you could ask fo Nigga is u sick? Bitches all about money, Niggas stupid whenever they ridin on dick Bitches wrecked, u may bail Home boys dwell, i might aswell... Now all i ever heard was My homie hoes want gucci prada even versace Dem hot shit, Been not livin good in the hood for years Been broke as fuck Niggas wanted to mack my bitch I didnt miss no one of my dead homies dismissed off these thug shit Its time to clock mo bitches indeed But u starvin like a bitch Well slit ya wrist in a bliss Cus niggas fucked up Cus dem bitches got it twisted Its a bliss of time pay homage you nothing but a bitch, while i get more riches Fuck ya next trick i got my shit open for bussiness Pain used ta flow like drugs through me Now my nigga is nothing but history n i never gave a fuck about his misery Im surrended by my criminal thoughts plus, all my bitches the truest, Ready for some true love, Live ya dreams to the fullest I used ta run the streets, hopeless plus i wanted that cash and the fame i used ta mean no less See ya nigga I hope its gets through to you, like a drive by My g dead on these bitches streets, This for niggas lullaby, He dead, but im gettin high Young niggas stay sharp as fuck Im up in this bitch Momma told me at once Its all about cash, hoes and power Some niggas about that fucked up New world order shit Money aint everything in this world Anyways clock mo gs Bitches foul, straight hipocrites All my hood rat bitches straight mean mugs True hearted thugs True thug love We been straight ballin Mo nigga mo nigga mo real G Mo mean mug Uh Uh Uh Stuck Representin Uptown in the
Nah mayn im tellin ya ass again We aint friends but i see ya ass up on this bitch like nothing ever happened You the type to stick with that dumb shit Waitin for a hoe to fake a move But yall niggas lame Whenever is time ta get fucked up You already lookin straight dead Witnessin the game from bitch ass positions I came up just like anticipation In case niggas want some crumbs Got cha upper, roll down, uptown, proper Bussines deep, gs feelin dis shit Why u wouldnt play ya ass for? Skip through mystical interdiction When its time to pay attention Got me my nigga brain stuck Now its all about mo tricks No mean mug but dem tricks got dem ass fucked slow So if its up to me, im straight rollin that weed, straight g streets Got cha feelin dat shit, like a muthafuckin beeetch U didnt listen Now my diamonds be glisten Mackin on tricks, bout dem trips But ya ass that ones they want to floss with Until u wet and shit, ready to bubble em up, Dumb bitches but money Niggas yall get some crumbs, uh Ready to clock, puff that indo, non stop On my troubleblock, Sip on cris, as i dips, niggas popped my clutch But its top notch, what else you could ask fo Nigga is u sick? Bitches all about money you get Niggas lookin stupid whenever they ridin on dick Supa ill, when pimp demands ya scrill Ill be in the rise, at one time Yall niggas hyped up feelin that shit Hopin ya ass ready for some bitch dick ta trip with At least player haters kept the fire and their style warmed, Plus bitch twice keepin dem shit real Its all up for givin ya shit up, disrupted No arguments needed Bitches on dick conducted got cha next move fucked up They got cha thinkin ya ass heated, You needin some thug love Double ya standards, act with precision Niggas is sure ta die on every mission At first, ya style got me bumpin now ya shit is whack Yall can barely make it If ya hoe keepin ya ass wreck But it only takes another check, Ya whereabouts aight when you round about talkin about livin paycheck to paycheck Then i floss u a loss Poppas money none He broke and ya futures gone bout no good ass Shit i live niggas whenever they get dem grips Young tricks, uptown, yall killin my shit Ready to clock, puff that indo, non stop On my troubleblock, Sip on cris, as i dips, niggas popped my clutch But its top noche, what else you could ask fo Nigga is u sick? Bitches all about money, Niggas stupid whenever they ridin on dick Now i heard My homie hoes want gucci prada even versace Dem hot shit, Been not livin good in the hood for years Been broke as fuck Niggas wanted to mack my bitch I didnt miss no one of my dead homies dismissed off these thug shit Its time to clock mo bitches indeed But u starvin like a bitch Niggas fucked up Cus dem bitches got it twisted Its a bliss of time pay homage you nothing but a bitch, while i get more riches Fuck ya next trick i got my shit open for bussiness Pain used ta flow like drugs through me Now my nigga is nothing but history n i never gave a fuck about his misery Im surrended by my criminal thoughts plus, all my bitches the truest, Ready for some true love, Live ya dreams to the fullest I used ta run the streets, hopeless plus i wanted that cash and the fame i used ta mean no less See ya nigga I hope its gets through to you, like a drive by My g dead on these bitches streets, This for niggas lullaby, He dead, but im gettin high Young niggas stay sharp, Momma told me, Its all about cash, hoes and power Some niggas about that fucked up New world order shit Money aint everything in this world Anyways clock mo gs Bitches foul, straight hipocrites All my hood rat bitches straight mean mugs True hearted thugs We been straight ballin Mo nigga mo nigga mo real G Uh Uh Uh Representin
Man, this is one of the beats that made me love rap so much as a kid.
NewJeans & Rina Sawayama Link Up, Post Malone & Chris Stapleton Collab & More |... "Good Life" lyrics 2Pac Lyrics Escucha "Good Life" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) "Good Life" (feat. Big Syke, E.D.I. Mean) [2Pac:] I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug Fiendin' for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on the verge of livin' insane I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang Now tell if I'm wrong But sayin' "Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songs Drinkin' 'til I earl, spendin' money 'til it's gone It's the good life - maybe niggas got it goin' on Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch Bad Boy niggas eat a dick a day, bumpin' this Lord have mercy it's a slaughter So wicked that my tracks is wettin' niggas like it's water I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights But I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the good life [2Pac:] This is the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggas that, trust the hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise And live the good life, 'cause thug niggas don't die See, we live the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggas that, trust these hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise And live the good life, 'cause thug niggas don't die [Big Syke:] No one knows what the, future holds, for you Haha, listen closely They say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind My after time is narrow, peepin' down the barrel of a foe Just a nigga or a killer I don't know so Who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest? Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone Send me home all alone in these cold streets In desperation constantly drinkin' and I can't sleep Neck deep strugglin' tryin' to survive Some wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize Let me modify this whole region I declare this sucker duckin' season, give me the reason Why I should change, into a softie .. after livin' so loftily It cost me my soul out of control in a devil's world Me, my niggas, and my girl - livin' the good life! [2Pac:] We live the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggas that, trust these hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise And live the good life, 'cause thug niggas don't die Uh ha, We live the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggas that, trust these hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise And live the good life, 'cause thug niggas don't die [E.D.I.:] I spend my days and nights not knowin' if, strays in flight Gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me? Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up Last night we off the hook, doin' way too much But it's the fast lane only, big dealin' big ceilin' All for the money, some kill some squeal All for the money, most ain't even real But we still call 'em homies, now what the fuck is that? Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin' Bitch nigga get to runnin' 'fore my click get to gunnin' Still in the midst of all the stress and pain We still tryin' to get a hold of the game Livin' that good life [2Pac:] We live the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggas that, trust these hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise And live the good life, 'cause thug niggas don't die, uh We live the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggas that, trust these hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise And live the good life, 'cause thug niggas don't, uh We live the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggas that, trust these hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise And live the good life, 'cause thug niggas don't die, uh This is the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb bitches that, trust these hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise And live the good life, 'cause thug niggas don't die Escucha "Good Life" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Michael Mosley, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Tyruss Gerald Himes, Malcolm R. Greenidge AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "Until The End Of Time (Disc One)" (2001) 2Pac - Until The End Of Time (Disc One) album cover Ballad Of A Dead Soulja Fuck Friendz Lil' Homies Let Em Have It Good Life Letter 2 My Unborn Breathin' Happy Home All Out Fuckin Wit The Wrong Nigga Thug N U Thug N Me (Remix) Everything They Owe Runnin' On E Until The End Of Time M.O.B. Submit Lyrics Soundtracks Facebook Contact Us Advertise Here Privacy Policy Cookie Policy DMCA Policy Lyrics licensed by MusixMatch Copyright © 2000-2024 AZLyrics.com
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This song is not popular, but one of best Eminem's song. In my top 20
This your beat is better than original beat 😅
Only real Eminem fans know this music
Can we just appreciate how good that bassline sounds
This edit has a new beautiful melody
Rule number one... niggas die, daily, hahahaha) Hear me! Boo-yaow! (Ready for whatever, hell yeah What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga? Them Thug Life niggas be the craziest -- run up nigga!) [2Pac:] There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame Niggas die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy Got my pistol out the window screamin', "Lord come and get me" Am I sick, or am I just another victim? Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em Niggas die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggas that's caught Had a motherfuckin' warrant but he didn't go to court God damn, and one day we'll all be together Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon (Yeah, niggas movin' somethin' in the nine-trey It's all about makin' money, gettin' yours And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin' planet Word to the motherfuckin' nine nigga We gonna make this motherfucker ours If they don't feel me, they gon' kill me So Syke, get skanless nigga) [Big Syke:] Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven? After all this shit I did with my Mac-11 Did I sell my soul? Mama would have saved me That's the way that daddy raised me Oh God, help me I'm losing it So fuck it! Take me I'm doing it! I need to change and look for a better way I got a hundred round clip to my AK Committing sins I might die in vain So fuck it! We'll live off the street fame God didn't send me in the right direction I'm getting hit by a diesel in the intersection I know you're out there help a young brother Til then I'ma smoke motherfuckers Things wouldn't be so bad If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready for whatever (Hahahahaha, that's my motherfuckin' nigga there Big ballin'-ass Syke Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas On how it is to be a real motherfuckin' G In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin' If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker!) [2Pac:] Dear mama I know you worry cause I'm hardly at home Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone Wanna shake it cause I can't take it got me livin' in Hell Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll kill me if I tell I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game So much pain in the fast lane, finally a dry eye When I die, bury me with my fo'-five And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger Now everybody's starin' Got a nigga losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all there Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers When niggas gettin' richer (mo' money) Now tell me if you wanna live forever Niggas dyin' so be ready for whatever (Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever Thug Life niggas and we be ready for whatever Let me go like this, ready for whatever Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever My nigga Kato, ready for whatever Pain, he's ready for whatever And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready for whatever My nigga Banks just be ready for whatever Modu, he's ready for whatever Big Serg, we ready for whatever Charlie Tango, ready for whatever My nigga 'Pac, be ready for whatever Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready for whatever fo' sho' Yeah, you know! This how the player's do it I know you standin' there confused You wonderin' -- what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga? Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga About gettin' riches, bitches, and plenty loc Ya hear me?) Ready for whatever Escucha "Ready 4 Whatever" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Johnny Lee Jackson, Gil Scott Heron, Tyruss Gerald Himes AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "R U Still Down? (Remember Me)" (1997) 2Pac - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) album cover Redemption Open Fire R U Still Down? (Remember Me) Hellrazor Thug Style Where Do We Go From Here (interlude) I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto Nothing To Lose I'm Gettin Money Lie To Kick It Fuck All Y'all Let Them Thangs Go Definition Of A Thug Nigga Ready 4 Whatever When I Get Free Hold On Be Strong I'm Losin It Fake Ass Bitches Do For Love Enemies With Me Nothin But Love 16 On Death Row I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Hip-Hop Version) When I Get Free II Black Starry Night (Interlude) Only Fear Of Death Submit Lyrics Soundtracks Facebook Contact Us Advertise Here Privacy Policy Cookie Policy DMCA Policy Lyrics licensed by MusixMatch
Hold on... [*lighter flicks up*] Yeah, it's gonna be alright Don't trip, baby [*inhales*] It'll get better... [*coughing*] Aye, do this thug style, man, thug style When this whole beat drop We just gon' run it to 'em Bet, it's all good, uh I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin' weed in my bag lunch And all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by And drive-by's robbed my homies of their young lives I never did cry, and even though I had pain in my heart I was hopeless from the start They couldn't tell me nothin', they all tried to help me The marijuana had my mind gone, it wasn't healthy I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year I felt the pain and the rain, but I'm still here Never did like the police Let the whole world know, now I gets no peace 'Cause they chasin' me down And facin' me now, what do I do? These things that a thug goes through And still I rise, so keep your head up And make your mind strong It's a struggle every day, but you gotta hold on Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's on There's never a good day, 'cause in my hood they Let they AK's pump strays where the kids play And every Halloween, check out the murder scene Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen My homies dyin' before they get to see they birthdays These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does Does it matter if you Blood or you Cuz? Remember how it was? The picnics and the parties in the projects Small time drinkin', gettin' high with them armies Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter I'm dealin' with the madness, raised by a single mother I'm tryin' to tell you when it's on You gotta keep your head to the sky And be strong, most of all, hold on Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's on (Hold on, be strong [*repeats in background*]) I know them ain't tears comin' down your face Wipe your eyes In this world, only the strong survive, you know? Hehe, I know it's hard out there Welfare, AIDS, earthquakes, muggings, car-jackings Yeah, we got problems But believe me when I tell you things always get better God don't like ugly, and God don't like no quitters You know what Billie Holiday said? Bay-bee, God bless the child that can hold his own You know? You got to stand strong And when these bustas try to knock you out your place You stand there to they face Tell 'em "Hold on!", and be strong The game don't stop, huh This here is black, man If you don't never learn nothin', learn one thing It don't stop, 'til the casket drop Thug for life... feel me? All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong When things get bad Especially come the first and the fifteenth Stay strong, and stay ballin', hold on I'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic Escucha "Hold On Be Strong" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Duane Thomas Nettlesbey, Philip James Bailey, Stephen Devinney Beckmeier, Phillip McKay, Vance Branch AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "R U Still Down? (Remember Me)" (1997) 2Pac - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) album cover Redemption Open Fire R U Still Down? (Remember Me) Hellrazor Thug Style Where Do We Go From Here (interlude) I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto Nothing To Lose I'm Gettin Money Lie To Kick It Fuck All Y'all Let Them Thangs Go Definition Of A Thug Nigga Ready 4 Whatever When I Get Free Hold On Be Strong I'm Losin It Fake Ass Bitches Do For Love Enemies With Me Nothin But Love 16 On Death Row I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Hip-Hop Version) When I Get Free II Black Starry Night (Interlude) Only Fear Of Death Submit Lyrics Soundtracks Facebook Contact Us Advertise Here Privacy Policy Cookie Policy DMCA Policy Lyrics licensed by MusixMatch
Yeah, if she didn't wanna fuck Then she never should've called you) I dedicate this to my nigga, Mike Tyson (If she didn't wanna fuck Then she never should've called you) [2Pac:] You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it [Richie Rich:] Jack of all trades ballin' like Jordan you punk Fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't Do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block Polyurethane busta cracked in half You claim you foldin' bank but I know yo bank stank I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04 You sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight You's a baller lyin' to them youngstas quick Got them thinkin' you sick and representin' yo click But you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype Yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes And if they knew yo identity You'd probably be the victim of a stickin' (ugh ugh) You ain't got to lie to kick it [2Pac:] You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches (aight!), (you know what I'm sayin') Out to get a nigga's riches (real niggas up, hoes down) You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches (aight!) Out to get a nigga's riches [2Pac:] You ain't got to lie to kick it Y'all don't hear me I got these niggas yackin' in my face About some shit that never took place And what you see is what you get, that's what he told me I peeped it in his pose, Exposed the fuckin' phony I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie With them bitches, they be speakin' down on me Hey, it's gettin' drastic Gunnin' niggas down cause they plastic Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked And stuffed in a casket Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafuckin' last hit Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice And everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson Cause I know the real on the bitch She got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches (fuck that bitch) I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick And got a nigga screamin' Fuck That Bitch! [2Pac:] You ain't got to lie to kick it To the tricks and the bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches (aight!), (you know what I'm sayin') Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches (aight!) Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it [2Pac (Richie Rich):] Well if a bitch'll be a bitch (Then a trick'll be a trick) I got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix (This is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues) Stay the fuck up out of mine (And I'll stay out of yours) It's a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn't understand This Tanqueray got me screamin', Fuck yo' man (But now you beefin' on the strength) (That you was thinkin' I was jockin') Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin' (And if it ain't about a buck I gives a fuck) It's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck So what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me (Bitch you better see Trojan about yo' baby, ha ha)) Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin' (Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slippin') [2Pac & Richie:] You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it.. Escucha "Lie To Kick It" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, James Brown, Don Blackman, Richard L. Serrell AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "R U Still Down? (Remember Me)" (1997) 2Pac - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) album cover Redemption Open Fire R U Still Down? (Remember Me) Hellrazor Thug Style Where Do We Go From Here (interlude) I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto Nothing To Lose I'm Gettin Money Lie To Kick It Fuck All Y'all Let Them Thangs Go Definition Of A Thug Nigga Ready 4 Whatever When I Get Free Hold On Be Strong I'm Losin It Fake Ass Bitches Do For Love Enemies With Me Nothin But Love 16 On Death Row I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Hip-Hop Version) When I Get Free II Black Starry Night (Interlude) Only Fear Of Death Submit Lyrics Soundtracks Facebook Contact Us Advertise Here Privacy Policy Cookie Policy DMCA Policy Lyrics licensed by MusixMatch
Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah Mama raised a hellraiser Born thuggin' Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin' fiends buggin Kickin up dust with the older G's Soakin up the game that was told to me I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin' Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin Mobbin through the overpass laughin While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger Cause some nigga tried to kill me And mama raised a hellraiser, everyday gettin paid Police on my pager, straight stressin A fugitive my occupation is under question Wanted for investigation, and even though I'm marked for death, I'mma spark til I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap And they wonder why it's hard bein black Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser Stress gettin' major, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Dear Lord can ya feel me Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin Mama raised a hellraiser, can't figure Why you let the police beat down niggas I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe While the po' babies rushin' into early graves God come save the youth Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? Show a way I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn Every nigga that I know's on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price Little young motherfucker doin triple life Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen' Mama raised a hellraiser, uh, yeah C'mon, uh, mama raised a hellraiser Uh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major (Lord be my savior, unnh) Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy! I got my three-five-seven can't control it Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded Everybody run for cover, aww shit Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me Cause do or die gettin high till they bury me Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why Little girl like LaTasha, had to die She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end it's my friends, that flip-flop Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots Every nigga on my block dropped two cops Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high with my hands on the trigger, Thug nigga Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life I got the heart to fight now Mama raised a hellraiser why cry That's just life in the ghetto, do or die Escucha "Hellrazor" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Duane Thomas Nettlesbey, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Quincy Delight Iii Jones, Val Young, Christopher Walker, Randy Walker, Kevin Rhames AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "R U Still Down? (Remember Me)" (1997) 2Pac - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) album cover Redemption Open Fire R U Still Down? (Remember Me) Hellrazor Thug Style Where Do We Go From Here (interlude) I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto Nothing To Lose I'm Gettin Money Lie To Kick It Fuck All Y'all Let Them Thangs Go Definition Of A Thug Nigga Ready 4 Whatever When I Get Free
Many bitches on my cock, Fuck death row and fuck bad boy Ima kill em all It has been tic tac time, bitches When i abc dem tricks shit N spit my lyrics Off the record a psycho nigga bout ta snipe ya Fuck niggas Gotta a nigga heated, top dollar shit But ima kill me muthafuckas Suicidal thought got me not givin 2 fucks Shit got worse but fuck dem bustas, Hoes is snitches And dicks bitches suck on is for whores My mentality bein ghetto through years A nigga broke, ghetto stars fucked up Now niggas fucked up Stuck up Everytime i get money bitches around me steady dreamin with mo I am a boss playa, i still hate them moves Let a nigga groove on n fuck with dem doomed flow n yall dont really know Fuck niggas deep, 13 inches deep at least n break rules and wreck these fools N shut mo tricks up, At least mithafuckas feel me Shottie by the hand be a handicap, Nigga, i break ass, straight furious Mo caps too peel, g, a nigga real I get bitches scrill, i never trips By no broken ass frantic bitch Get my mo, my flow sicka Fuck around in the club Muthafuckas dont really want shit with thug shit Mean mug, 380 slugs, shotguns and ruggers Kinda like black Jesus passion, deadly force, and of course mo bitches broke N fuck the president, Do nothin for real niggas so niggas kill niggas i been hesitant Fuck these whores, these streets guerilla fo scrilla everytime a nigga, fucks with gangs, ks never jammed like hey bitch gotta kill me anotha nigga Yall cant fuck with a g Bitch on my dick like a nigga dips deep Fuck the hood and all that shit, Sick, when i bust on dem tricks, bitch what Whatever cus a nigga broke as fuck Bitches dont give a fuck, act stupid Flow with mo cash ive been stressed To fuck the whole World deeply N many hoes fake many moves
Many bitches on my cock, Fuck death row and bad boy Ima kill em all It has been tic tac time, bitches When i abc dem tricks shit N spit my lyrics Off the record a psycho nigga bout ta snipe ya Fuck niggas Gotta a nigga heated, top dollar shit But ima kill me muthafuckas Suicidal thought got me not givin 2 fucks Shit got worse but fuck dem bustas, Hoes is snitches And dicks bitches dick is for whores My mentality bein ghetto through years A nigga broke, ghetto stars fucked up Now niggas fucked up Stuck up Everytime i get money bitches around me steady dreamin with mo I am a boss playa, i still hate them moves Let a nigga groove on n fuck with dem doomed flow n yall dont really know Fuck niggas deep, 13 inches deep at least n break rules and wreck these fools N shut mo tricks up, At least mithafuckas feel me Shottie by the hand be a handicap, Nigga, i break ass, straight furious Mo caps too peel, g, a nigga real I get bitches scrill, i never trips By no broken ass frantic bitch Get my mo, my flow sicka Fuck around in the club Muthafuckas dont really want shit with thug shit Mean mug, 380 slugs, shotguns and ruggers Kinda like black Jesus passion, deadly force, and of course mo bitches broke N fuck the president, Do nothin for real niggas so niggas kill niggas i been hesitant Fuck these whores, these streets guerilla fo scrilla everytime a nigga, fucks with gangs, ks never jammed like hey bitch gotta kill me anotha nigga Yall cant fuck with a g Bitch on my dick like a nigga dips deep Fuck the hood and all that shit, Sick, when i bust on dem tricks, bitch what Whatever cus a nigga broke as fuck Bitches dont give a fuck, act stupid Flow with mo cash ive been stressed To fuck the whole World deeply N many hoes fake many moves
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Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us though We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah With that funky sound, so funky We be throwin' down (This goes out to you playa) (You know, you know who you are) [2Pac:] Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me [2Pac:] Are you confused? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes of a nigga who don't have a thing to lose When me and you was homies No one informed me it was all a scheme You infiltrated my team and sold a nigga's dreams How could you do me like that? I took ya family in I put some cash in ya pocket, made you a man again And now you let the fear put your ass in a place Complicated to escape, it's a fool's fate Without your word you're a shell of a man I lost respect for ya, nigga We can never be friends I know I'm runnin' through your head now What could you do? If it was up to you, I'd be dead now I let the world know, nigga, you a coward Ya could never be live Until you die See the motherfuckin' bitch in your eye Type of nigga, that let the evil of the money trap me When ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me (holla at me) [(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:] (Gotta be afraid, don’t let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay (So I gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay [2Pac:] Curious, spittin' lyrics on the verge of furious I'm addicted to currency Nigga that's why we're doin' this I got shot up, I surprised the niggas the way I got up And then I hit the studio, it's time to blow the block up No hesitation This information got you contemplatin' Heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation Break him and let him see the face of a mental patient It's a celebration of my criminal elevation, more participation I want members that call the fifty states To keep the nation anticipatin' until we break Will I be great, is it my fate? To live the life of luxury, some niggas bought my tapes So much jealousy it scares me So be prepared, cause only the strong survive Life isn't fair (fair) Probably never knew the way it feels to die So you see come fuck with me, I give that ass a try! Nigga, Holla at me [(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:] (Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay (And now I gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay [2Pac:] I should've saw the signs, I was blinded Criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time So many brothas framed in this dirty game It's a shame, so much pressure on my brain while she blame me Secrets in the dark, only her and I know Now I'm sittin' in the state pen', doin' time slow Guess she made a bad decision That got me livin' just like an animal I'm caged up in state prison My niggas dissin' cause hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn A cemetery full of motherfuckers not knowin' Picture my prophecy I got some attacking me, on top of me I'm runnin' from the coppers, but never let 'em stop me Cause I'm a soldier Hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies of one day getting older Niggas is paranoid, trust; a no no Love is a mystery, fuck the po po Holla at me [(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:] (So when you see me nigga) (You better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay (Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay (A nigga gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay [Nanci Fletcher:] Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah With that funky sound (so funky) We be throwin' down [(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:] (Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay (Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me) (So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me) You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay Escucha "Holla At Me" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "All Eyez On Me" (1996) 2Pac - All Eyez On Me album cover Ambitionz Az A Ridah All Bout U Skandalouz Got My Mind Made Up How Do You Want It 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted No More Pain Heartz Of Men Life Goes On
This beat is quite funky
this the meet the grahams before kendrick met the grahams
my nigga🎵👍🏾lit thx🙏🏾
We need to challenge this beat
Best loop version
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Ofcourse ylu can ise the music...of he can create it using k dot song