Альбом 2Pac

featuring Eminem

[Intro:Tupac]
So what I wanna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not I wannabe I am Tupac
Shakur!

Tupac!

2005!

Guess who's back… G-G-Guess who's back

G-G-Guess who's back… G-G-Guess who's back

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

[Verse 1:Tupac]
Posse deep as I roll through the streets
Motherfuck the police as we creep in our Jeeps
Layin so low you think I'm sleep
But at the slightest beef, I'm robbin' niggaz sold they teeth
And no P.D can get the dick if they play toughie
Last time the niggaz rushed me I ain't bust but now I'm touchy
Trust me, ain't nothing jumping but these buckshots
And niggaz got enough knots at poppin at corrupt cops
Ten motherfuckaz catch a hot one
You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one
And there's no prison that can hold a
Motherfuckin' souljah ready to roll and take control
So now jack him while he's sleepin
Roll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct
some people panic, brothaz bugged out
I had to keep poppin' cause they wont stop until they rubbed out
And their vest don't protect from the head wounds
Reload ammunitions and the bitches will be dead soon
Smoke risin' from the barrel of my shottie
I finally got revenge now count the bodies
Twenty cops, one for every year in jail
Trying to keep a nigga down but ya failed
Before I let you take me I told ya
Fuck being trapped, I'm a soulja

[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint…

[Verse 2:Tupac]
My crew, 2Pac, and the Mad Bitch
In the '64 rag on them thangs that's a bad bitch
Gettin' ghost on them bitches in the town
Bustin' out the backseat nigga when we clown
Homie is you down?
Dee got the strap and she anxious
Hurry up before she spanks shit
Comin' round the corner spittin' rounds
They can't hold me down
Caught them sucka ass bitches outta bounds
Now tell me how that sound
A double date laced with hate
Make em pray for the judgment day
Now tell me how that sound
A double date laced with hate
Make em pray for the judgment day
Stinkin' biaatch!!

[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint… {Tupac}

[Outro:Tupac]

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja

featuring E.D.I. and Young Noble of the Outlawz

pac talking:
"i wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody can ever be confused and think
I'm fuckin Mike Tyson and im a heavyweight champion, im a little nigga, thats
why its so raw to just watch me just battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny
nigga battlin' niggas three times my size"


watch this uppercut, here it come... watch the jab nigga.. ugh

here it come, look out, watch my arms

Verse 1 - 2pac

Lets see so many motherfuckers wanna take a piece
comin' equipped with some shit niggas just cant believe
i pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee
i'm all over that nigga, come identify the body
my middle finger to you hoe niggas
run up on me, and ill be forced to let it go nigga
i aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin high
i hit the blunt an watch these motherfuckers die
whose runnin the streets i sell that cocaine
cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come raid your ass
now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6
and we know that you can't hang, you a trick
rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh


Chorus (x1)
now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so whats up nigga

now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so whats up nigga


Verse 2 - 2pac

They got a nigga in the dice game, i'm feelin' lucky
but the nigga's just a little bigger, he tryna fuck me
out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know
i gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go
No need to run for the trunk, i get em' up
left or right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)
i'm known to walk the streets on any block
i love my niggas, but i aint puttin down my glock
the gun shots rang when i lose nigga, and ooh nigga
imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha)
lay it down just to prove it
and fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this

Chorus (x1)


Verse 3 - Outlawz (EDI & Young Noble)

They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants
this revolution wont be televised, we keep it silent (shh)
roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
molotov cocktails, releasing up in flames
tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back
lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
wanna see my kids grow dont know if imma make it though
one more nigga came up short in the ghetto
society lied to me so im strapped with the metal
push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel
have ya face down goin in ya pockets if ya let em
i done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em
i done made so many mistakes but still i dont regret em
im a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
im a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons
we all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven


Chorus (x1)

Edi talking:
"to all the comrads no longer with us, see you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut
'til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!..Thug Life we still livin it

Oh, I posted bail?
I'm out this motherfucker?
I can go?
Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge
fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!)
and fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you!)
fuck all y'all
cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail
y'all ain't never gonna see me in this motherfucker again
drop that shit em!
let these old punk ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit
niggaz ain't going back to court you stank ass bitches

Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me
I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney
Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin'
They askin' me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson
I can't sleep they takin' polaroids
And I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise
Man I wish I had my glock cause its major
I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors
These motherfuckers won't leave me alone thats my word
Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder
I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches
Send mo pictures and make me some more riches
To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to get socked up
Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief
And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me
I came straight up out the gutta I was saved from hell
And I'm a thug I was raised in jail
Now I'm out on bail

Out on Bail (You know what fuckin' time it is)
ThugLife will never fail (I'm out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm going straight to 50,000 biatch!!!)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherfuckin' Colt 40's from the fridge nigga)
ThugLife will never fail (Cause I'm out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (Hey, pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex)
Thuglife niggaz (Yes bitch that's a Presidential)

Stuck in jail, I'm mad as a bitch
I'd be out on bail if it wasn't for the snitch
Runnin' wild thru the streets like i'm loco
And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds
I got no love in my heart cause i'm heartless
Mobbin' in the park after dark wanna start shit
Rippin' up the scene as a teen i was at it (hey)
And sellin' products to the addicts cause they gotta have it
I was a well-known thug and i gotta lotta love
Hangin out with the OG's shootin' up the clubs
And mama told me don't hang with the homies
But they got me if they need me then it's on G
Got me sittin' in the cell a five by seven
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven
Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters
And they tell me they love me and the shit ull get better
I don't believe her cause i just got the news on the wire
Take it how you want it but your bitch is on fire
I gotta be a player so I stay strong
cause I know that I won't be away long
and when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets I'ma handle this
A thug nigga gettin' scandalous
I'm on bail

Out on Bail
ThugLife (see) will never fail (Out on bail - biatch!)
Thuglife niggaz (You know what time it is)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Y'all don't need to know about...)
ThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (Y'all Blow that shit - Get me up out this)
Thuglife niggaz (Yo, EM!!! Get me up out of this motherfucker man!)
Out on Bail (These motherfuckers are harrasing me and that ain't cool)
^ something not quite right here either
(chorus continues)

(???)

I'm out on bail
I'll see ya motherfuckers at the next show, and by the way, where is my bitch?
It's that famous shit, you know?
Real thug shit
Real live thug shit, genuine, you know what I'm sayin'
I wouldn't waste your motherfuckin' time with no bullshit baby
Trust me, It's that real shit
I'm talkin' about that shit you never tell your grandkids about, you know?
I ran with a thug nigga, believe that
This my motherfuckin' nigga Em on dem motherfuckin' boards in case your wonderin'
We doin' this shit hell motherfuckin' yeah
An ounze of that shit sittin' in your motherfuckin' lac

featuring Elton John

Uh..
Hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel

[Chorus: Elton John]
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sounds of guns

[Verse 1]
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce thinkin of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to ‘em
AIDS tested, it was stress that they under
And nowadays things change
Everyone's ashamed of the youth, cuz the truth look strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed and it hurts
Cuz any day they'll push the button
And all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothin
Told em they could get teary, the world looks dreary
When you wipe your eyes see it clearly
There's no need for you to fear me
If you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
It aint about black or white, cuz we're human
I hope we see the light before it's ruined
My Ghetto Gopsel

[Chorus]
Those who wish to follow me (Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sounds of guns

[Verse 2]
Tell me do you see that old lady, aint it sad?
Livin outta bags, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady
Crack got her crazy, yet she's givin birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me
From outta the frying pan we jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back, will I still keep the courage?
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, stay in control, drink out my own bottles
I made mistakes but learned from every one
And when it's said and done
I bet this brother be a better one
If I upset you don't stress
Never forget, that God isn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his thang
But am I less holy?
Cuz I chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets
My Ghetto Gospel

[Chorus]
Those who wish to follow me (Yea, ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold
And peace to this young worrier
Without the sounds of guns

Lord can you hear me speak?

featuring Eminem and Kastro and Young Noble of the Outlawz

Intro: 2Pac

Black Cotton
Black Cotton
Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak

Verse One: 2Pac

Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then answer this too-
Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy is it me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets
If not peace then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

Chorus: Eminem

Nobody don't care
(No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions)
Nobody don't care

Kastro: Verse 3

In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live your life like such
Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't listen to 'em
Your power movement was cool
But it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what i know
I dont trust none
Look what the 80's did
To what's Bebe's kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't own us yet

Young Noble: Verse 4

Black cotton, I'm plottin' ---?
I'm workin' without a profit
They shacklin' all my homies
I'm hurtin' but keep the mind
?---No idea---?
certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas
What's the reward for a strugala
If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind the glove
No love
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds
Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine
Black Cotton

f/ Treach, Riddler

[2Pac]
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs
be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama
Busta, you ain't heard?
I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocked, G, and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game

*Chorus*

[Treach]
Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back down
So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a
Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach
Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew
Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew
For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes
Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake
Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew
I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do
Whose the new crew?
Show me your neck brotha, and here's another
Smack your mother's mamma's mother
In the first mob of all those other crack lovers
Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow
How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now?
Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it
The same thing minus "P" hangin possies like an exponent
Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it
It makes no sense to smell like shit
If old ass George could be Washing-tons

*Chorus*

[Riddler]
Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots
And packin the glocks
and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots
Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin
On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
You lookin grim, is it me or him or him
Or be with me, we be together
So what's up? We can do whatever
Cause real niggas stick together 
Till they make it up to heaven
Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7
The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga
The deeper they dig the ditch-a
The Naughty the Treach
then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up
You fuckin body, I'm like, Oh my Gody
Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him
So got him, now I puts the crime behind me
And finds me, a place to lays my head low
I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row
So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name
I be Riddler to my niggas and I'm loyal to the game

featuring Nate Dogg

hahaha..
hahaha... man you crazy

[Verse 1]
See, it ain't easy bein' me,
Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly,
I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around,
And it's always drama,
Whenever I wanna get around,
Mama told me,
Long before I ever came up,
Gotta be true, to watchya' do,
And keep ya' game up,
'Cause thangs change,
And jealousy becomes a factor,
Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to MAC HER!
I'm on tour,
But still they keep on knockin' at my door,
And I got no time to worry,
I'm steady wantin' more,
Every day is a test, yes,
I try hard,
But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath,
I pray to God that the woman that I left at home,
All alone,
Ain't nottin' like tryin' to bone,
Over the phone,
In my mind,
I can see her naked,
I can't take it,
Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it,
I thought you knew.

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
I'm rollin out on tour today,
You gettin sad cuz I'm goin away,
Chicken heads wanna play with me,
You gettin mad cuz you think I'm a sway
Some of 'em cute some of em fine as fuck,
I hear em scream soon as I hit the stage,
Still I'll be gettin lonely for you,
I'm comin home soon as I make this pay.

[Verse 2]
I call you up long distance,
On the telephone,
Wanna tuck you in,
Even though I can't make it home,
I whisper things in ya' ear,
Like your near me,
Wonder if you feel me,
From far away,
Or can you hear me,
It seems to me,
That ya' jealous,
'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money,
With the fellas',
In the back streets,
Tryin' to trap me,
Baby HOLD UP,
Thugs get lonely too!
But I'm a soulja,
And theres no way I'mma' stop makin' money,
'Cause ya' attitudes changed,
And ya' actin' a little funny,
Always complainin',
Sayin' we don't spend time,
Can't you see,
I got enough stress on my mind,
And hangin' up like you all that,
Then get mad when I tell you that,
"I'm busy baby, call back,"
Leave, ain't nothin' left to say to you,
Thugs get lonely too,
You KNOW.

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
I'm rollin out on tour today,
You gettin sad cuz I'm goin away,
Chicken heads wanna play with me,
You gettin mad cuz you think I'm a sway
Some of 'em cute some of em fine as fuck,
I hear em scream soon as I hit the stage,
Still I'll be gettin lonely for you,
I'm comin home soon as I make this pay.

[Verse 3]
I sit alone in my room, drinkin',
Without a care,
Talkin out loud to ya',
Like ya' here,
Take ya' picture out my back pocket,
Man it's on,
You the first face I wanna see,
When I get home,
I wanna love you 'till the sun rise,
Buckwild,
Touchin' every wall in the house,
Thug style,
Put ya' hands on the head-board,
Think of me,
Drippin' sweat on top of you,
Sick of scenes in yo' head,
That I'm makin' love,
So turn the lights down,
Reminice 'n relax,
'Cause baby right now,
I feel it in the middle of my stomach,
You whisper in my ear,
Baby tell me how you really want it,
Hold on tightly,
Watch the ceiling,
Scratch my backs,
How you react,
Let me know you feel me,
'Cause everything I'm giving to you,
Is so true,
and Thugs get lonely too,
You know.

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
I'm rollin out on tour today,
You gettin sad cuz I'm goin away,
Chicken heads wanna play with me,
You gettin mad cuz you think I'm a sway
Some of 'em cute some of em fine as fuck,
I hear em scream soon as I hit the stage,
Still I'll be gettin lonely for you,
I'm comin home soon as I make this pay.

Yeah
Thug life baby
Stay thuggin'
Hey so you remember that next time you sweat me when I'm on the road baby
Thugs get lonely too
We aint gotta go through all these bullshittin ass problems
If you wanna be real with me, be real with me
If you wanna be fake, move onto the next one, that aint me.

featuring Jadakiss

[Intro] (2Pac)
Niggas! (Yeah!) (Uh)
Niggas!

[Verse: 2Pac]
Who's afraid of the punk police?
Niggas run the streets, no justice no peace
Fuck the law, rather draw than do time
Don't fuck with mine, cross the line, my two nines
go baya baya when I shoot 'em
Korean mothafuckers was crooked, so niggas had to burn and loot 'em
Now the streets ain't safe at night
My Niggas! Straight take his life
So don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em
Empty the clip, then dip cuz we did 'em
Lickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper
Love for my niggas but a glock for the coppers
So what the fuck you wanna do now
I packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now
And even if they pull their triggers
They can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true niggas

[Chorus] (2Pac)
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us)
Niggas! (Cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas)
Niggas!
(Jada!, ey yo)

[Verse: Jadakiss]
My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks
Niggas is like photographers, all they take is head shots
Your last words'll be, "damn what's all these red dots?"
Niggas nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy
As long as you usin' them thouroughly, muah til the day that they bury me
My niggas is stronger and tighter now than they probably will ever be
And i'm a product of the '70's
The hood got niggas on punishment, that's why they never leave
If I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you
If no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you
I know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you
Cuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and
You know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders, D-Block, and of course
Amaru
Lotta people honor you, probably cuz of the way you used to bring the drama to
whoever you wanted to, you a leader when you can get a leader to follow you
But anyway, life goes on, so i'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers
do

[Chorus] (2Pac)
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us)
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas)
Niggas!
Niggas! (Nigga!, you can't fuck with us)

(Intro x5)
Maybe its the thug in me

(verse 1)
Ever since I was a young scrub
I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin drugs
Im runnin from the narcs when they pass by dont ask why
Im a hustler till my ass die
Even if I do come up I be ready when they run up, huh
Ill be a nut to put my gun up, huh
I never trust these hoes at all, fucking with them tramp ass sluts who suppose
to fall
since she played you for you money but the shit was cool
Guess its true niggaz be bitches 2
you cant see how she worked you, all up in her skirt
now you looking like a jerk, cause she hurt you
now heads up dont be a playa hater
Just peep game keep your mind on your money watch the bitch change
see hoes love thugs, and thugs love loot
hand it over motherfucker fore I shoot
Who do u love

(chorus x2)
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Tell me who do you love?
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Who do you love?


(verse 2)
Im livin that
Thug life baby, steady smoking indo going crazy
baby come and hug me when you rub me, turn the lights down
we in the dark do you love me
everybody is talking bout they know me
but they aint down like my motherfucking homies
tell me what you need when you see me
and we can get it on biatch take it easy
dont try to hold me, control me
but you can take my number, baby call me when you lonely
cause its a mans world, aint no need to ask why
Im high till i die, and strapped with my 4-5
cause you can loose it in the gutter
I wonder if I die by the hands of another broke motherfucker
they call me the alcoholer Im all in, thug 4 life nigga ballin
Im gettin tired of these hoes tryna play me
you cant fade me, me and my niggaz going crazy
all day long Im straight thuggin, and contantly mean muggin
breakin the bitches that be buggin, tell me who do you love

(chorus x2)
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Tell me who do you love?
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me

(Intro)
Yeah nigga
Yo Pac (That's right)
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah)
Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit

(2pac Verse 1)
Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true
Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip
One motherfucker from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around
Yo, why ya'll got beef with police?
Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too

(Chorus)
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too

(2pac Verse 2)
You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz
Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz
2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother
So save two, run for cover
And other bitches from the clan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9
They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww)
Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that)
I'll be a crooked nigga too

(Chorus)
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too

(2pac Verse 3)
Pardon me, ??? has been God and try me
I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell
I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers
And nothing but love for eachother
So motherfucker make a motion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop
See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin' petrol
You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow
But I learned to look ahead of me
Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew
A crooked nigga too

(Chorus)
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!

I ain't got time for this man I'm out

[Chorus]
You should stop for awhile you will find me standing by (Don't you trust me?)
Over here at the side of your life (Not that I don't trust you)
You spend all your hours just rushing around
Do you have a little time to have a little time for me?

As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me
See you got me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery
You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better
And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters
Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree
Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe It makes me wanna leave
I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve
Your suspicious I decieve give me grief without belief but to me
If you really trust me then it's pitiful
Question me about my whereabouts that's so trivial
Let me live my life and you can live yours
Just be there to help me and support that's what your here for
Not to give me stress and add to pressure
Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test
I'm sorry if I left you all alone
But I couldn't make it home so we argue on the phone
Don't you trust me?

[Chorus]

Callin' up my house to hang it up You think that makes sense
Tell me what it takes for us to shake so we can be friends
It's time for us to take our seperate paths
We had a lot of laughs but the good things come to pass
Let's think of the evil break don't make it scandoulous
Try to be mature I'm pretty sure that we can handle this
Your sayin I'm too busy I ignore you
I guess you didn't hear me when I said that I cared for you
But now it seems the arguments are nightly
I wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me
So why let it stress and aggravate me
Instead I'd rather break hope you don't hate me
You tell me that you love me but your lyin'
Fightin back the urge to start cryin'
I wipe away your tears come and hug me
I love you like you love me
Girl...don't you trust me?

[Chorus]

I hangup the phone (click)
I can't barely hear you yellin' at me
Maybe we should end it neither one of us are happy
You know that I'm emotional you milk me
Comin' over crying just to get me feelin' guilty
You and me were met to be it yet
You always wanna sweat and how much closer can we get (don't fret)
Just set me back my things and I'll be outie
This time I'm breakin out you let your mouth overcrowd me
I can't take the beefin' and the griefin'
I get no room to sleep I hope it ceases cause I'm leavin'
Maybe next time you'll be a little more sure
When I can give you more when you unsure
But baby until then I gotta leave ya
It's not that I don't need ya but see ya
And I hope that you understand why I bust it
Not becuase we rushed it (hell no)
But girl don't you trust me?

[Chorus]

Not that I don't trust you
Don't you trust me?

Not that I don't trust you
Don't you trust me?

Not that I don't trust you

featuring Obie Trice

{Obie Trice}
Ha ha, yeah

{Tupac}
Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy)

Just Pour a nigga a glass

Hennessy, that dark shit (That's right)

{Obie Trice}
Hey pour me some of that too baby

[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy

They wanna know who's my role model
It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessy

{Tupac}
Ha ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)

{Obie Trice}
That's what your sippin on
Now what's you name nigga?

{Tupac}
Big ballin ass nigga named Pac

[Verse 1: Tupac]
Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These motherfuckaz wanna see me die
So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I'll buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry
Hey remember me? Down that Hennessy
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me?
Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch
I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid
So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves
Even the cops can't stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy

[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy

They wanna know who's my role model
It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessy

{Tupac}
Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)

{Obie Trice}
That's what I'm sippin on
Now let me tell ‘em who I be

{Tupac}
Big ballin ass nigga named Trice

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west
Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin
My momma couldn't tell me shit, the streets was callin
I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law
I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the connects
Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set
And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
Detroit niggaz off shit
(Robbin niggaz in the door ways) That's right
(With my 4-4, that's the sure way)
And this your old days, all eyez on me
We was loony I suppose you could (die homie)
O Trice always repped his block

(2pac)
HAHA
Thug for life nigga
Can't you read the signs?
ay fuck it man

(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck
Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack
Thats fo sho black
To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt
And now im in the rap game like the crack game
I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Plus, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry

Chorus X3

Tell em'
Thug for life
High till' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?

2pac

Game? Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money,
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous muthafuckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free
So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthafucka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick ass punk
Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply
Muthafuckaa!!
Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay
I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK

Chorus X6

Tell em'
Thug for life
High till' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?

THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!!

Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever
Havenotz in this muthafucka