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| Artist: 2PacAlbum: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.Song: Keep Ya Head Up Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named CorinneVerse One: Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfareTupac cares, and don't nobody else care And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our womenWhy we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babiesAnd since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get upI know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up ChorusEeewww child things are gonna get easier Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter Eeewww child things are gonna get easier Eeewww child things are gonna get brighterVerse Two: Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me right And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain't no hope for tha futureAnd then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setupAnd even though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your head upChorusVerse Three:And uhh To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt this hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While tears, is rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's getten older and older and cold From havin the world on his shouldersWhile the rich kids is drivin Benz I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but please... you got to keep your head up ------------------------------------------------------------ Two of Amerikuz most wanted (Snoop) Up out of there(Tupac) *chuckles* Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -- Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses and them motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight?? Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Verse One: 2Pac, SnoopPicture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homeyYouse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shitSo now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm Losin My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the grooves missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamerbut my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfuckerNow follow as we riiiiide Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West sideAnd I can make you famous Niggaz been dying for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felonyI never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant2 of Amerikaz Most WantedChorus: Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Verse Two: 2Pac, SnoopNow give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of meJealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you try to fuck wit me I bust a flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss playerIt's like cuz, blood, gangbanging Everybody in the party doing dope slanginYou got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every dayAnd then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my glockSo now I gotta throat of rage Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shotsNiggaz is hard to kill, on my block Keep a promise see if you're relatedAffiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, try to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wantedChorus ------------------------------------------------------------ Temptations "Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget") (sample repeats until first verse)You know what time, boo-yaow I know it's time for youSo grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin And uhh, throw up that fingerAy yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up! Thug style baby, Thug style y'know?Verse One: Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me I've be stressin in the spotlight, I want the fame but the industry's a lot like, a crap game Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show And even though I'm known for my one night stand I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go... "Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget") (sample repeats until second verse)Throw up the finger! And all my homies go..Throw them the finger!Ya know what baby it's like*singing* I know you've been searchin for someoneTo make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still careVerse Two: Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows Gettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go in my ride and I'm all in, gettin high I can hear the people callin, I'm passin by Everybody knows I'm ball-in, and to God Gotta keep myself from fall-in, but it's hard All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do Gettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slowCan't hold it any longer, so let it go Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven Don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was... "Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget") (sample repeats until third verse)Give em the finger!All my homies go.. Throw your fingers up!That's just the Thug in me girl, you know Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like*singing* I know you've been searchin for someoneTo make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still careVerse Three: A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down Got a woman that'll please me, in every town I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation got me ready to release the fluid, sensation sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand Even the hardest of my homies need attention Catch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscin I wanna take you to the movies, and the park Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark Now that it's passion, hold me tight Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight I know your man ain't lovin you right You're lonely under pressure need a Thug in your life Enough talkin, you want me to leave, I'll get to walkin See you later, cause baby I'm a player, and all I heard was "Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget") (sample repeats until the end)Give em the finger And all my homies go.. yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y'know? Throw your fingers upY'know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you *singing*Everybody, heyy, alrightHeyy, heyyyeah, heyyyayyy, ohh[2Pac] All my niggaz goUptown in theGive em the finger!Throw your hands up Give em the finger! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Artist: Makaveli (2Pac) f/ Kastro, Young Noble, Prince Ital Album: The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory Song: Hail Mary Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com Intro: Makaveli Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uhh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh Chorus: Makaveli Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la Verse One: Makaveli I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted Peeped the weakness int he rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin Seein niggaz comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killin fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust It's just as well, Hail Mary Chorus 2X Verse Two: Makaveli Penetentiaries is packed with promise makes Never realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin Instutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin Catch me father please, cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store That's the Hennessee I hear ya callin, can I get some more? Hail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checkin in my bedroom; I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you on a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs We all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga Chorus 2X Verse Three: Kastro, Young Noble They got a APB, out on my Thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high Visions of me, Thug livin gettin me by Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin on around me Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin rowdy Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers on the regular mashin in a black Ac Integ-ra Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt Needin work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn That's when sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate Chorus (repeats in background) Outro: Prince Ital We've been traveling on this wavy road Long time til I be take off this load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everyting will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everyting will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We runnin from the penetentiary This is the time for we liberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary Chorus [Makaveli] Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days |
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