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Oh Wonder – Heart Strings (Ultralife Album)

[Verse 1]
Like two satellites in separate orbit
Like a quiet life that’s slowly distorted
I was so lonely in love
I guess I was never enough
Like two chemicals erupting in thunder
Up high in vertigo, you left me to wonder
I was so lonely in love
I guess I was never enough
[Chorus]
‘Cause you were the best thing for me
Stole my mind and found my dreams
Baby, if only you could see heart strings, heart strings
Heart strings, heart strings
Best thing for me
Open the doors and set me free
Baby, if only you could see heart strings, heart strings
Heart strings, heart strings
[Verse 2]
Like two radios, our frequency fading
Why can’t we start again without tessellating
I was so lonely in love
I guess I was never enough

Like the afterglow, your words were a million
Cut short, now heaven knows a love without feeling
I was so lonely in love
I guess I was never enough
[Chorus]
‘Cause you were the best thing for me
Stole my mind and found my dreams
Baby, if only you could see heart strings, heart strings
Heart strings, heart strings
Best thing for me
Open the doors and set me free
Baby, if only you could see heart strings, heart strings
Heart strings, heart strings
[Bridge]
Stop pulling my heart strings, my heart strings
You got a grip on my heart strings and I don’t wanna take it no more
Stop pulling my heart strings, my heart strings
You got a grip on my heart strings and I don’t wanna take it no more
[Chorus]
‘Cause you were the best thing for me
Stole my mind and found my dreams
Baby, if only you could see heart strings, heart strings
Heart strings, heart strings
Best thing for me
Open the doors and set me free
Baby, if only you could see heart strings, heart strings
Heart strings, heart strings

[Outro]
Baby, if only you could see heart strings, heart strings
Heart strings, heart strings

Oh Wonder – Bigger Than Love (Ultralife Album)

[Verse 1]
Heading west to where the sun sleeps
City fallout let our lungs breathe
Can you hold me, I can’t even speak
Oh my, here it goes
[Verse 2]
And so the echoes slip in slowly
The edges of you keep me holy
Can I hold you, I can’t even speak
Oh my, here it goes
[Pre-Chorus]
We found love on an empty page
Kill the stars above trying to fight the fade
And now my heart skips heavy underneath the waves
We are done, we are gone
[Chorus]
‘Cause this is already bigger
This is already bigger than love
This is already bigger
This is already bigger than us
It’s bigger than you
It’s bigger than me
It’s bigger than you
It’s bigger than me
It’s bigger than love

[Verse 3]
Waste away into the nightfall
Hands are shaking at the last call
In the silence can you hear me scream
Oh my, here it goes
[Pre-Chorus]
We found love on an empty page
Kill the stars above trying to fight the fade
And now my heart skips heavy underneath the waves
We are done, we are gone
[Chorus]
‘Cause this is already bigger
This is already bigger than love
This is already bigger
This is already bigger than us
It’s bigger than you
It’s bigger than me
It’s bigger than you
It’s bigger than me
It’s bigger than love
[Bridge]
So I’ll hold steady like a tiger in the dark
All my days are ready to be hopeless at the start
‘Cause this is already bigger than it all
Oh it’s bigger than love

[Chorus]
Yeah, this is already bigger
This is already bigger than love
This is already bigger
This is already bigger than us
It’s bigger than you
It’s bigger than me
It’s bigger than you
It’s bigger than me
It’s bigger than love

Oh Wonder – Heavy (Ultralife Album)

Lovesick the beat inside my head
Waves struck a sea of bitterness
Lights out solo in the blue
Before I found you
Days passed slowly, lost and low
You gave me hope and now there’s only
Blood running in my veins
I’ve never been here before
And I got love falling like the rain
I never could’ve asked for more
I got so much soul inside my bones
Take a look at me now
I’m young, forever in the sun
Ever since you came, I’m living ultralife
I’m living ultralife
I’m living ultralife
Turn down the voice inside my head
‘Cause heaven only knows why we feel this emptiness
But I will climb out, find another view
Now I’ve found you
Days passed slowly, lost and low
You gave me hope and now there’s only
Blood running in my veins
I’ve never been here before
And I got love falling like the rain
I never could’ve asked for more
I got so much soul inside my bones
Take a look at me now
I’m young, forever in the sun
Ever since you came, I’m living ultralife
(Ultralife with me, ultralife with me
Ultralife with me, ultralife with me)
Found me on a basement floor (Ultralife with me)
Back when I had lost it all (Ultralife with me)
Told me what the fight was for (Ultralife with me)
And I’m not giving up no more (Ultralife with me)
You elevate the life in me (Ultralife with me)
Illuminate the in-between (Ultralife with me)
Forever gonna feel this free (Ultralife with me)
And I’m not giving up now
Lovesick the beat inside my head
Waves struck a sea of bitterness
Lights out solo in the blue
But now I’ve found you
Blood running in my veins
I’ve never been here before
And I got love falling like the rain
I never could’ve asked for more
I got so much soul inside my bones
Take a look at me now
I’m young, forever in the sun
Ever since you came, I’m living ultralife
(Ultralife with me, ultralife with me)
I’m living ultralife
(Ultralife with me, ultralife with me)
Oh, we’re living ultralife
(Ultralife with me, ultralife with me, oh)
We’re living ultralife
(Ultralife with me, ultralife with me)
I’m living ultralife
(Ultralife with me)

2Pac – Starring Through My Rearview (feat. E.D.I & Yaki Kadafi) (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

So, since you ain’t knowin’ what we mean, let me break down understandin’ the world… The world is behind us. Bitches make the world go round. While you thinkin’ I see you lost up in my rearview
Hear you is down with them Outlawz
Outcast, left far, I’m through like southpaws
But still we keep mashin’ until our dreams come through
Starin’ at the world through my rearview

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now, I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell, countin’ days in this livin’ black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for protection
Niggas hate me in the section, from years of chin-checkin’
Turn to Smith & Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father, I’m a soldier
I’m gettin’ hotter ’cause the world’s gettin’ colder
Baby, let me hold ya: talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run, look at my bitches! [Hook repeats until end] Niggas know what we gotta do: just gotta put our mind to it and do it. Starin’
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggas is callin’ cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped carin’
Last night two kids shot while the whole block starin’
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me, then they lie to me
Product of a dyin’ breed; all my homies tryin’ weed
Now the little babies crazed, raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me? So, now we lookin’ at the world from, like, behind us. Mean]
Now you see him, now you don’t
Some niggas be here for the moment, and then they gone
What happened to ’em? Once a motherfucker get an understandin’ on the game, and what the levels and the rules of the game is, then the world ain’t no trick no more, the world is a game to be played. [Intro: 2Pac]
Starin’ at the world through my rearview
Just lookin’ back at the world
From another level, you know what I mean? Well, let’s see, it seems to be a mystery
But all I know I never let the money get to me
Stay down like the truest
Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to? Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it easy
Listen, through the intermissions, search your heart for a plan
And we turnin’ bad boys to grown men, it’s on again
I give a holla to my niggas in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga
Rollin’ with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers
To the end, my friend, I’m seein’ nothin’ but my dreams comin’ true
While I’m starin’ at the world through my rearview
See, I’m seein’ nothin’ but my dreams comin’ true
While I’m starin’ at the world through my rearview

[Hook: 2Pac]
They got me starin’ at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can’t hear you
I can feel your heart beatin’ fast ’cause it’s time to die
Gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
And all my motherfuckers
Starin’ at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can’t hear you
I can feel your heart beatin’ fast ’cause it’s time to die
Gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
And all my motherfuckers
[Verse 2: E.D.I. [Bridge: 2Pac]
Now I know the answers to the question
“Do dreams come true?”
Still starin’ at the world through my rearview
I said, now I know the answer
“Do dreams come true?”
Starin’ at the world through my rearview
Nigga Kadafi say
[Verse 3: Kadafi]
Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for Glocks
‘Cause fiends hittin’ up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin’ rules to these streets
Somethin’ I learned in school
On some Million Man March shit for the piece
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed, bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit’s deep, turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin’ my dough
So while you reminiscin’ all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I’m starin’ through your rearview

[Outro: 2Pac]
Hahahaha, you ain’t knowin’ what we mean by starin’ through the rearview. It’s all about the papers, money rule the world. Real niggas do what they wanna do, bitch niggas do what they can.

2Pac – This Life I Lead (feat. Young Noble & Napoleon) (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

And watch ’em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers
‘Til we die, in this life I lead
[Outro: 2Pac]
This motherfuckin’ life I lead, nigga
You know what time it is
Westside, Death Row
(Dogg Pound) e’rybody killer
Bad Boy killer, So So Def killer
Thug Life, Death Row
E’rybody killer; fuck all y’all niggas! 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
[Verse 3: Napoleon]
It ain’t nothin’ but in-between nuts, oxygen is gettin’ hot
Got a problem, old fag-ass nigga, kick rocks
*Bin Laden* on the phone and that nigga talkin’ crazy
I don’t know who to blame, him or *Bush* for killin’ babies
I’m a New Jerz’ Devil, the street, creative rebel
Only got one shot to produce on every level
This is bags I must, go the max I must
Nigga, I came from not much, so money I clutch
Uh-uh, Napoleon the strength of the strong-arm
When they think they was in the right
I prove they movin’ wrong
I’m a hardcore product of the ghetto
Been blessed fo’ sho’ to eat from out the ghetto
I maneuver, in the right lane, quick to push back brains
Switchin’ to the left lane, I’m playin’ my hands
And I’m plottin’ on the fortune, it’s gettin’ hot and scorchin’
I’m diggin’ like a scorpion that torture they enemies

[Hook: 2Pac]
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, fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G’s, make my enemies bleed
When you see me, nigga, holla my set! [Hook: 2Pac]
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! I do my dirt with the family so we dyin’ together
[Verse 5: E.D.I.]
We on a mission for mo’, gangsta shit on you hoes
We ain’t fuckin’ with you most
Just crooks and niggas about they flow
Tryin’ to live Godzilla
E.D.I. went from a Bad Boy to an anybody killer
Look out, wanted man, guns in hand, stand firm
Nuts and my pride, now let’s burn
Bound to the fam going down swingin’
Holding my ground, now we the last ones breathin’
Won’t stop until we even deep in the trenches
So many killings it’s senseless
So in this life I lead, I stay protected
By God, my squad, and this thing in my palm
Now all my hustlin’ motherfuckers, get your money, sing along
[Hook: 2Pac]
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! 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. And watch ’em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers
‘Til we die, in this life I lead
[Verse 4: Kastro]
Now with this Outlaw lifestyle that I been introduced to
Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer
Steady seducin’ us and now I’m all for it
This the life for me and the law can’t spoil it
So you can call it what the fuck you want
But I’m a ballin’ alcholic with a sawed-off pump
My momma ain’t raised no punk; and neither did ‘Pac
So when it jump off, I breathe for Yak’
Been puttin’ in work, so I walk with a bop
And it ain’t safe at home, so I sleep with a Glock (no mistakes)
Thug livin’, uhh, what the fuck’d be better? [Intro: 2Pac]
In this motherfucking life I lead, shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks
And crooked cops
We still ride though
What side? 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

[Hook: 2Pac]
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
[Verse 2: Young Noble]
I ain’t a killer but don’t push me, dawg
For the family I’ll send that ass straight to God
In this life I lead, I seen the most of my 23 years
When vision is blurry, the money is clear
Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin
And when Nob’ on the road, I’m extremely cautious
It happen that fast, split second you gone
At the top of my tombstone put "Nob’ was raw"
Outlaw ’til I’m under the floor, for Kadafi the Prince
I stack dough like I clocked all the bricks
With a watch on my wrist, dawg, I know the time these days
We Outlawz, we gon’ die this way nigga (nigga)
We already in the history books, ‘Pac made sure of that
Whatever you took, we takin’ it back
You know it’s all for the foundation
Outlawz, we still buildin’ the Thug Nation; holla at ya homie! Westside
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
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? 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! If it ain’t Westside, nigga, it ain’t poppin’
That’s on my mama

2Pac – Ready For Whatever (Big Syke Vocals) (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

After all this shit I did with my MAC-11
Did I sell my soul? This how the player’s do it
I know you standin’ there confused
You wonderin’ — what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga? Mama would have saved me
That’s the way that daddy raised me
Oh God, help me I’m losing it
So fuck it! Them Thug Life niggas be the craziest — run up nigga!)
[Verse 1: 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? 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
[Interlude]
(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!)

[Verse 3: 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
[Outro]
(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! (Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga? 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! [Intro]
(Rule number one… niggas die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin’ player-ass nigga
About gettin’ riches, bitches, and plenty loc
Ya hear me?)

Ready for whatever Take me I’m doing it! Boo-yaow! 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
[Interlude]
(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)

[Verse 2: Big Syke]
Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven?

2Pac – Whatz Ya Phone (Bonus Track) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

I’m on my way, babe. Do you want to fuck me? [Girl] Whatch you wanna do? Watch me while you lick your lips
Shake your hips, goddamn, I love that shit
Yo, let’s stop fakin’, be real now
I got a room and a hard-on; still down? Just ‘cause I’m paid in the worst way? [2Pac] No dizoubt. It ain’t gonna take but a minute. Money over bitches, let me hear you say
What’s your phone number? What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy? [Girl and 2Pac converse]
[Girl] Hello? [Verse 1]
Now, I could make miracles to tempos
It’s instrumental, waiting for the nymphos; that’s the intro
Shook when you rush me, walked up and touched me
Why? Eh, so what you doing right now, though? Where I know you from? What up, baby? You gonna feel that Thug Passion for real
[Girl] Mmmm, baby
[2Pac] I’m on my way though. [Girl] Ooh, I did
[2Pac] Shit! I can’t find the steering shift, you got me so fucked up. You came
[2Pac] Did I come? [Girl] You just know me, baby
[2Pac] Where? [Girl] Me and my finger are getting acquainted
[2Pac] How many you got? I guess you don’t recognize me when I’m talking
[2Pac] Where I know you from? I’m gonna knock that pussy to the next week
[Girl] Knock it out, baby, knock it out
[2Pac] I’m gon knock the taste out your mouth, girl. [2Pac] I’m starting to get a picture. [2Pac] I wanna fuck you on the balcony, while you lookin’ out over L.A, yaknahmean? [Verse 2]
Oh shit, baby is a dime piece, more than just fine
She’s personally blessed from the gods
If I seen her right now, she could get me hard
Didn’t want to talk to me, just to see my car
Never had sex with a rich rap star
‘Til I got her in the back of my homeboy’s car
Tell me, why do we live this way? If you really wanna fuck with me, I’m ready
Baby, let me give you a call
How long will it take to break you off? [2Pac] Hello? [Girl] Fucked it and fucked it. I sucked it
[2Pac] Ooh, you did? [Girl] Hi, baby. If you really wanna fuck with me, I’m ready
Baby, let me give you a call
How long will it take to break you off? Just wait for me sweetheart, I’m on my way right now. [Girl] Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. Can I shift it in the front? [Girl] Then I put it in my mouth. I’ll see you later, baby, bye
[Girl] Bye, boo
[2Pac] Hah, yeah, I’m gonna get some pussy
Heh, get some pussy, hah, hah Got a pocket full of rubbers, let’s bone! [2Pac] Hell yeah, I’m gonna rock it, baby
[Girl] Like you did before? [Girl] Mmm. [2Pac] This is who? [Girl] You rocked it
[2Pac] Did I? I’m gonna put your legs on your head. I be hittin’ switches, baby
[Girl] Ooh, I feel you, yes
[2Pac] Heh, hey, I’m fin’ to come over there. [Girl] Yeah, you know me. Who is this? Are you alone? [Girl] Is this 2Pac? Just poundin’ that shit from the back
‘Cause a motherfucker hop that shit like I got hydraulics
Fixed in me, you feel me? [Girl] You don’t recognize the voice? True! Drink a little bit of that shit. I’ma tie you up, blindfold you. [Girl] Mmmmmm
[2Pac] Heh, heh. [Girl] Do you recognize MY voice? Put me in. [2Pac] Nah, I know you? [Girl] Oh baby, did we ever
[2Pac] Oh, tell me about it, baby
[Girl] I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down
[2Pac] OOOOH! Why don’t you help me out. Who is this? How are you? Met you standing at a bar full of black dudes
Said you wanna see my scars and my tattoos
When we head for my hideout, act right
Boss player when I ride out, that’s right
What’s ya phone number? [Girl] If you want to
[2Pac] Do I want to? And we gonna play which hole feel the best
[Girl] You know which hole feel the best
[2Pac] We finna see tonight, though
[Girl] I’m gonna make you remember me
[2Pac] Oh, yeah
[Girl] Yeah
[2Pac] Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I’m playing with myself and shit
[Girl] Can I shift your gear? Time for your girlfriend to take you home
I had fun, but baby, gotta leave me alone
Picture in my rhyme
Take time to rewind these words I say
If you open your mind bet in a minute you’ll find
It’s time let the Outlawz play
What’s ya phone number? [2Pac] Yeah, it’s 2Pac. [Hook]
If you really wanna fuck with me, I’m ready
Baby, let me give you a call
How long will it take to break you off? [2Pac] Hell yeah, aye, you know what I wanna do though? [Girl] I got ten, but only one is workin’
[2Pac] Oh well, can I come over there? Eh, light the candles, get the baby oil out, turn all the lights out. [2Pac] I’m aight. You don’t remember me yet? [Intro]
What’s your phone number? I’m about to fly over there in a 500. [Girl] Is this 2Pac? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit? [Girl] Yeah, you did
[2Pac] Did I give you some of that Thug Passion? [2Pac] You recognize my voice, huh? Talk up, I can’t barely hear you
[Girl] You know me from when we were, you know, intimate
[2Pac] Oh, we fucked? Lookin’ kinda good in your birthday suit
I wonder if you’re wild and you act shy
Do you like to be on top or the back side? [Hook]
If you really wanna fuck with me, I’m ready
Baby, let me give you a call
How long will it take to break you off? You gonna rock it, baby?

2Pac – Never Call You A Bitch Again (feat. Billy Cook) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

[Intro: 2Pac]
Whassup, boo? Swear I’ll never call you bitch again
You ain’t fuck with me
I swear I’ll never call you bitch again
(All I just wanna say is um, if I fuckin’ apologized)
I swear I’ll never call you bitch again
(I ain’t mean to call you a bitch)
I’ll never call you bitch again
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Damn – gave my homie 90 days for domestic violence
I try to picture myself in this position but remain silent
I get to thinkin’ ’bout this shit we been through
We close like kin, but you remain my friend too
This life of sin done got the both of us in trouble
But you always stay down for a nigga, so that’s why I love you
Reminiscin’ needin’ tissues, fightin’ over childish issues
Swear I can’t live with you; but without you, every day I miss you
When we roll you hold my pistol, my gangsta bitch-itch, you
Always in the mood for love, that’s why I’m sleepin’ with you
Though not the man of your dreams
My plan and scheme’s to be rich like a king
And live my life trouble free, I see
Yesterday I called you names and played games on your mind
I promise that I’ll change in time
It’s a complicated world, so girl, just be a friend
I swear I’ll never call you bitch again (and that’s my word)

[Hook: Tyrese & (2Pac)]
We came too far to throw it all away
(I swear I’ll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far, pretty baby
To throw it all away, throw it all away
(I swear I’ll never call you bitch again, hey)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I wake up early in the mornin’, at the crack of dawn
Nigga still tired so I’m yawnin’, and now I’m gone
Tryin’ to get my money on strong, so an early riser
Out before them other guys, that’s the way to profit every time
Can’t get too close my enemies, they see ghosts, they envy me
Plus we been beefin’ with the East Coast, with casualties
Got stopped in traffic, had a warrant, so they gaffled me
But while I’m gone, watch my business and my back for me
My enemies think they got me crossed, they ain’t knowin’
Ain’t no love for player haters where you cowards goin’
You paid bail, got me out of jail, home again
I promise not to leave you on your own again
Cristal corks are popped, romantic thoughts are dropped
It’s so frantic but don’t panic, ‘cause we crossed the top
I found a partner and a rider, a woman and friend
I swear I’ll never call you bitch again, believe me
[Hook: Tyrese & (2Pac)]
We came too far to throw it all away
(I swear I’ll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far, pretty baby
To throw it all away, throw it all away
(I swear I’ll never call you bitch again, believe me)

[‘Pac speaks over Hook]
I know, I know, all that is dead though
I’m changed, I’m tellin’ you
I know what time it is, gotta give a nigga time
To grow up, ya know what I’m sayin’? [Hook: Tyrese & (2Pac)]
We came too far, to throw it all away
We came way too far, pretty baby
(I swear I’ll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came too far to throw it all away
(I swear I’ll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far, pretty baby
To throw it all away, throw it all away baby
[Ad-libs: Tyrese]
Through all my ups and downs
You always stayed around stayed around That was way back then
[Tyrese Singing]
You’re my nigga, my best friend
Never gonna call you a bitch again
Yea yea yea, ohhhhhhhhhh
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Witness the evil men do, all this shit I been through
Never meant to hurt you — can we make this work, boo? And if I bust, will she snitch? Even though you ain’t the type to trip, sorry if I called you bitch
You showed me the definition of feminine
The difference between a pack of bitches and black women
Huh, I see the boss for the third time, hope to see you soon
Pictures of us kissin’ in the livin’ room, in the nude
Thanks for bein’ there much more than a friend
I swear I’ll never call you bitch again — believe me! I know you been feelin’ pain, things are not the same
Waitin’ to exhale while I’m sittin’ in the county jail
Keep your head up, ‘cause things are gettin’ better
My cellmate shed tears off your last love letter
Told him you would find a friend, so keep your eyes peeled
Sorry if I cuss, but it’s the sufferin’ that I feel
Who can I trust?

2Pac – Until The End Of Time (feat. Rl) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

My phony homey had a baby by my old girl
But I ain’t trippin’, I’m a player, I ain’t sweatin’ him
I sex his sister, had her mumble like a Mexican
His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rappin’ the only thing I did good was scrappin’
Until the end of time
Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, till the end of time
Take these broken wings
You gotta learn to fly and learn to live so free
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, till the end of time
Take these broken wings
Now who’s to say if I was right or wrong? Real homies help you get through
And come to know he’d do the same thang if he could
’cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the times we be actin’ up call the cops
Bringin’ a cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it’s clear I’ll always be the same
Until the end of time
Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, till the end of time
Take these broken wings
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister’s kids
So you know, I don’t hang around the house much
This all night, money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain’t flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walkin’ solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo
Watchin’ the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear, listen to the ocean
Smokin’ Ports, think my thoughts, then it’s back to coastin’
Who can I trust in this cold world? To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but death row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinkin’ Hennessey made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminatin’ easily
Falls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath
While beggin’ me to keep the peace
What I can see closer to achieve
In times of danger don’t freeze, time to be a G
Follow my lead, I’ll supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin’ to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out, that’s what I’m about more
Gettin’ raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time
Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, till the end of time
Take these broken wings
You gotta learn to fly and learn to live so free
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, till the end of time
Till the end of time
Until the end of time
I can fly, I can fly, I can fly Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need and I’ll never leave
Honestly, someone to believe in, as you can see
It’s a small thang to a true, what could I do?

2Pac – Hold On (feat. Stretch) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong! Bay-bee, God bless the child that can hold his own
You know? 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

[Hook]
Hold on, be strong! 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 When it’s on, it’s on
[Verse 2]
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? 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? Hold on, be strong! 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

[Hook]
Hold on, be strong! When it’s on, it’s on
[Outro]
(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? Hold on, be strong! 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? [Intro]
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, uhh
[Verse 1]
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?

2Pac – Lie To Kick It (feat. Richie Rich) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]
Well if a bitch’ll be a bitch
Then a trick’ll be a trick
I’ve 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. You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]
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 fucking phony
I’m gettin’ richer so they claim to be my homie
with them bitches they be freaky
they don’t know me
Hey it’s gettin drastic
Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed inside a casket
Rippin’ the shit like it’s my muthafucking 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! It’s all good. You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x2]
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 folding 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 lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing 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 sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain’t got to lie to kick it. But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin’ I was jocking
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 slipping
You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x5] Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.

2Pac – There U Go (feat. Outlawz) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

But there you go
[Hook: Jazze Pha]
There you – there you go, actin’ like a ho’
There you – there you go, actin’ like a ho’
There you – there you go, actin’ like a ho’
Actin’ like a ho’, actin’ like a ho’
HOE!, see the word on the streets you’re a
HOE!, just a groupie on a world tour
HOE!, now I found out for myself you’re a
HOE!, girl you need to check yourself

[Verse 4: Young Noble]
Uhh, when I first met her I told her I was busy all the time
Now she, callin’ me flippin’ like she miss me all the time
How she, don’t even trip she got a man at home
You need to stop chasin’ dick bitch and raise your son
I’m like – damn, we can creep sometime
And you know I’m on the road for like weeks at a time
Girl you’re thirsty; and stop callin’ while I’m workin’ you hurtin’ me
All this bullshit is irkin’ me girl, but there you go
[Verse 5: Big Syke]
I blame it on yo’ momma, she need to holla at you
But should I blame it on yo’ daddy for all the things that you do
Cause there you go, just like a ho, caught in the streets
Like givin’ yo’ number out to every nigga you meet
I’m tired of the games you playin’, so stop playin’ (ho)
You hear what I’m sayin, you only good for parlayin’
I’m layin’ down the rules, this a game that you lose
So the streets can have you baby cause I stay on the move
[Hook: Jazze Pha]
There you – there you go, actin’ like a ho’ (there you go!!)
There you – there you go, actin’ like a ho’ (actin’ like a real ho’)
There you – there you go, actin’ like a ho’
Actin’ like a ho’, actin’ like a ho’
HOE!, see the word on the streets you’re a
HOE!, just a groupie on a world tour
HOE!, now I found out for myself you’re a
HOE!, girl you need to check yourself

[Outro: 2Pac]
There you go baby girl, That’s the story
There you Motherfuckin’ go
I coulda Swore you told me you was gon’ change
And you don’t wanna go to clubs no more and
You wasn’t fin’ to dress all crazy no more and
You was gon’ stay home and try to chill
What happened baby? [2Pac] I don’t know why I be fuckin witchu
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Was it the liquor, that makes me act blind, times that I’m with her
Anonymous pictures of other niggas tryin’ to kiss her
Will I love her or shall I diss her? Truly cutie booty big, but that ain’t enough
And the head make me beg, still that just ain’t enough
When I don’t trust her, the bitch be lyin’ too much
When she be dyin’ to fuck me you be buyin’ her stuff, ho
[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]
See girlfriend I know, your whole M.O.’s preoccupied with mostly
Gettin’ clown after clown, town coast to coast – see
I been tryin’ to stay away from sluts like you
Got me turned off completely by that sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump yo’ aim
Straight through them spandex, don’t front just name
Spots on yo’ body for me to touch while you clutch this game
I keep flowin’ like H20 it ain’t nothin’ for me to say
Why you keep actin’ like a ho? Now I found out for myself you’re a
HOE! Just a groupie on a world tour
HOE! When I was young I was so very dumb, eager to please
A lil’, trick on a mission tryin’ to get in my P
Me and my niggas is thug niggas, former known drug dealers
We don’t love bitches and believe, they don’t love niggas
I gotta blame my attraction
But you became a distraction, a threat to my paper stackin’
I thought you changed but now I know
Can’t turn a ho into a housewife, baby, and there you go
[Hook: Jazze Pha]
There you – there you go, actin’ like a ho’
There you – there you go, actin’ like a ho’
There you – there you go, actin’ like a ho’
Actin’ like a ho’, actin’ like a ho’
HOE! I’m sick of this scandalous shit I deal wit’, tryin’ to paint a perfect picture
My memories of jealousy no longer carefree
Cause so much bullshit your girlfriends keep tellin’ me
I’m on tour, but now my bedroom’s an open door
So it got me thinkin’, what am I tryin’ for? Ohh, so yo’ friend wanted to go out
That wasn’t you that went out
You was just goin’ out cause yo’ friend was
Okay, so you was pissy drunk up in that nigga car
Cause yo’ friend wanted to get drunk huh? See the word on the streets you’re a
HOE! Girl you need to check yourself

[Verse 2: Kastro]
These silly bitches got this game twisted
So I don’t claim ’em, just bang ’em
Papa raised a player, so player, I play ’em
I got hoes that got more, hoes than me
So how I look, gettin’ hooked, like I ain’t got G? It’s all good, cause there you go baby
Oh I ain’t trippin’ on them niggas callin’ the house
It’s all good, cause there you go
Me I’ma still be a player, all day baby
So uhh, there you go
[Hook: Jazze Pha]
There you – there you go, actin’ like a ho’
There you – there you go, actin’ like a ho’
There you – there you go, actin’ like a ho’
Actin’ like a ho’, actin’ like a ho’
HOE!, see the word on the streets you’re a
HOE!, just a groupie on a world tour
HOE!, now I found out for myself you’re a
HOE!..

2Pac – R U Still Down feat. Jon B (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? Raise ’em up, R U still down? Em’ up
These hoes can’t fade me, don’t these bitches know we crazy? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? That’s right y’all, give them bitches the motherfuckin’ middle finger, raise! I’m gettin’ high, so a nigga think he touch the sky
Turn tough inside, in the rush to die
Livin’ life as a Thug time to face the truth
What’s goin’ on with the wasted youth, please God
come and save me (save me) had to work with what ya gave me
And got a nigga goin’ crazy
I can’t read the signs, I’m blind, but a nigga know
he need his nine, cause times, they ain’t what they used to be
Ain’t a penitentiary built big enough for me
and my niggas on the streets, man listen
Cause these ain’t the old days
Ain’t no way I’ma bustin’ my ass and gettin’ no pay
It seems I can’t find my focus, and homey I ain’t paranoid
I seen the future and it’s hopeless
Lord knows, its hard on a young scrub
It seems I had less problems when I slung drugs
But since I’m tryin’ lace niggas with the game
want to see me locked in chains, tryin’ to dirty up my name
And them same motherfuckers that was callin’ me
Will be the first to turn their backs, when I’m fallin’, see
I should have seen it from the jump, but now it’s clear
This one nigga got the town in fear, but R U Still Down
Raise ’em up, R U still down? Raise ’em up, R U still down? R U still down, to raise em up? Thug Life, niggas, be, the sickest
You feel me? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? Raise ’em up, R U still down? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? Raise ’em up, R U still down? Raise ’em up, R U still down? Raise ’em up, R U still down? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? R U still down, to raise em up? Raise ’em up, R U still down? Took four years and a motherfuckin’ case for these motherfuckers to feel me
Ain’t that a bitch? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? Now get that shit written down, goddamn! R U still down, to raise em up? R U still down
R U still down
R U still down
Now up and at em it’s on, I was raised to be strong
And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born
I came up, out the gutter never changed my style
Got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild
And the fame was a plot to try to change me
And what’s strange is nobody knew my name ‘fore it came
Now the whole world is calling me a, killer
All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real
All the time I was ballin, never heard my friends callin
Couldn’t stop myself from fallin, I’m all in
Shit’s gettin sleazy, believe me
Best to take what ya need, but don’t be greedy
Cause in my mind, I see sunshine, I thought
I didn’t have to run, now I’m duckin from the gun yellin, ‘One-Time’
Take your time to feel my record, and if you did
chill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it
My young homies stay strong
I wonder if they’ll listen to a nigga when he gone, R U Still Down? I wrote this for my critics and my, enemies
Last year ya used to love me, huh remember me! Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin’ to get me stuck in the mix
I’m stayin’ sharp, got no time for them tricks
And now they wonder if I’m goin’ to jail
Just as well, cause my life on the streets, a living Hell
And I can’t sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy Lord
Come get me ‘fore they hurt me
Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn’t change me
My daddy left me alone, and so I’m angry
I never did nothin’ wrong, my mama told me, "Baby it’s on"
And now I’m hustlin’ and bustlin’ bones
Never said it came easy, I’m makin cheese
Buyin’ all the things on TV, and gettin’ skeezed
Wish my homeboys could see me now
Little bad motherfucker runnin’ wild through the town
Please tell me, R U Still Down? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? R U still motherfucking down? Raise ’em up, R U still down? Raise ’em up, R U still down? Old hoe ass fake ass niggas
We out this motherfucker

2Pac – Old School (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

That’s the old school to me; that’s what I’m sayin (Super, Sperm)
I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say
They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb
Back in the motherfucking old school nigga
Remember skelly nigga? I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way"
Haha, on the real though
Remember seeing Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfucking party? Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz
LL, Raising Hell, but, that didn’t last
Eric B. I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way"
[x3]
Nothin like the old school/ain’t nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way"
[x3]
Nothin like the old school/ain’t nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? Knocking niggas out the box, popping boxes? Remember the block– ‘Member screaming up at your moms from the window? I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way"
[x3]
Nothin like the old school/ain’t nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? Yo, remember the Italian Ices?! When De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game
I can’t explain how it was, Whodini
Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggy don’t stop, sippin on that Private Stock
Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? & Rakim was, the shit to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Nothing but love for the old school
That’s who were going do this one for, ya feel me? Member niggas to run that shit like that? "What more could I say? Remember motherfuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
And motherfuckers would lose they God Damn Mind! (LL Cool J is hard as Hell…)
The ice cream truck, remember all the mother–
‘Member the Italian Ices, yo? I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way"
I had, Shell Toes, and BVD’s
A killer crease inside my Lee’s when I hit the streets
I’m playing skelly, Ringolevio, or catch a kiss
Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch
I remember. I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way"
Remember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di
Gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties
I remember, breakdancing to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, I’d rather hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful don’t let the transit cops see me
It ain’t nothing like the old school! Fresh show, with Ricky D
And Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real
Went out to steal. I came through the door, said it before
That was the shit! Remember stickball? I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way"
[x3]
Nothin like the old school/ain’t nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say? "What more could I say? The Spanish Niggas comin’ down with the coconut ices and shit? I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way"
I remember Mr. Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation
Ya know what I’m saying? Remember Raw, with Daddy Kane?! way back, the weak weed they had
Too many seeds in the trey bag
I’m on the train headin uptown, freestyling
With some wild kids from Bucktown, profiling
Cus the hoochies was starin, thinking "what them niggas wearing?"
I’m wondering if that’s her hair, I remember
Stickball, humpin hoochies on the wall
Or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall
Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A young nigga tryin to stay away from Rikers Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true
Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain’t nuttin like the old school
"What more could I say?

2Pac – Fuck ’em All (feat. Outlawz) (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

[Hook: Young Noble + (singers)]
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Come put your hands up in the air! [Hook: Young Noble + (Singers)]
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Come put your hands up in the air! It’s a middle finger affair, yeah
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
[Verse 2: Kadafi]
Now, could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin’ peak? team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy, why? Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin’ these
Intoxicated, we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin’
Got a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit
Then got a drop top Jag for these bitches that’s on my dick
Go to a club in a pack, I’m smokin’ bud in the back
I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap
Mama raised me as a thug nigga, with love niggas
I’m a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines, writin’ raps and movies
I went from trustin’ these tricks
Now they all want to sue me, so fuck ’em all! Even the baddest be gettin’ murdered in they seats
I’m addicted to these streets, like crack is to these creeps
Seein’ visions of a prison, wake up screamin’ in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell? But if they killin’ me, I get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosin’ to sell, I’d rather die and be deceased
World mob figure addicted to these fuckin’ streets
[Verse 3: E.D.I]
Now, put your muthafuckin’ hands up if you’s a rider (Ride)
Niggas ain’t killers so they hidin’ (Why?)
Fuck ’em all, touch ’em all; that’s the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out, watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I’m as strong as this game, ya’ll be knowin’ my name
A young high strung thug nigga created by pain
Livin’ my life in the fast lane, gettin’ fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash
And my next piece of ass, so fuck ’em all! Bad Boy Killaz
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Hahaha, yeah, nigga, fuck ’em all! A possibility of livin’ well? It’s a middle finger affair, yeah
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don’t need no phony homie to call me
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Back off, I hit at everyone of you homies
So don’t get comfortable, I’m runnin’ you
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Nigga, we Outlaw riders
Don’t give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin’
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I got glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessy, so they relatives know it’s me
You can bet your last dollar, I’ll dick ’em and holla
Ridin’ these hoochies like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For my profit pick my Glock up
I’m bustin’ with self-defense, you see
Poppin’ nobody got ’em, holla
Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers, the S.W.A.T. Kick back, lil’ nigga, and watch the game
Get your mob rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin’, like a drug spot
The streets know what’s hot, trust me
[Verse 5: Napoleon]
Even my hood call me "baby Malcolm X"
With the TEC’s, shower some slugs on ’em
I’ve got a brother, don’t rest and he keeps some drugs on him
Always in grind mood, hustle to find food
Ever seen Faces of Death? It’s a middle finger affair, yeah
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don’t need no phony homie to call me
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Back off, I hit at everyone of you homies
So don’t get comfortable, I’m runnin’ you
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Nigga, we Outlaw riders
Don’t give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin’
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!) That’s what my 9 do
[Verse 6: Kastro]
I keep my mind on my money, and my money on my mind
With my back against the wall, like I’m runnin’ outta time
Even rap with a gat, I must be goin’ out my mind
Like I’m up against the world, this guerilla team of mine
Screamin’, "Thug Life, bitch, fuck ’em all!" and die for ’em
Even if the last nigga left I’ma ride for ’em
Feel me? [Hook: 2Pac + (singers)]
You a what? ‘Cause they’ll never stop us
I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger bust somebody in a movie
Now I want to do it too, ooh, ooh
Niggas is too through, true to the game
I claim Outlaw riders, we give a fuck what they try, I’m…

[Verse 4: Young Noble]
‘Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin’ niggas for they watch and chain? Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up! [Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin’ is similar to mothafuckers when they scrappin’
Blast and watch ’em back up
Notorious Biggie killer, affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps pealed back, fool, this the West Coast
Bitch, you misdemeanor, I’m raisin’ hell like felonies
Mr. (That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Fuck all you muthafuckers! [Hook: Young Noble + (singers)]
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Come put your hands up in the air! Until they kill me, that’s how I’m rollin’
"Fuck ’em all, let them die!" – that’s my slogan; fuck ’em all!

2Pac – My Block (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I’ve been marked for death
My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest
My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary
My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, I’m gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we’re arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain’t for me, cause I’d rather die
But don’t cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin on a four-five
My neighborhood ain’t the same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
And I swear it’s like a trap
But I ain’t given up on the hood it’s all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hop cause it don’t stop… on my block
Now shit’s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can’t explain a mother’s pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And the system’s sucidal with this Thug’s Life
Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I’m starvin, can’t get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can’t sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can’t help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I’m dark
Couldn’t quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home… on my block
And I can’t help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK’s and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don’t coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we’re all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin black life
But I can’t blame the dealers
My mama’s welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit’s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It’s a man’s world, stayin strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin focus… on my block
And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break nine
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it’s tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherfuckers ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can’t explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what’s strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game… from my block

2Pac – God Bless The Dead (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

You my nigga for life, forever
You’re always gonna be with a nigga
No matter what, don’t forget that
I pray before I go to sleep
Dear God save my place before I start to eat, ’cause times is hard
So I’m covered to my knees, oh why? I’ll make a mess of your crew
Quick the spirit biggie smalls and the comin’on clique, yeah
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy? Rest in peace to my mothafucka biggie smalls
That’s right boy, it’s goin’ on
Right here, thug life
God bless the dead
God bless the dead and buried nigga
Don’t worry if you see God first tell him shit got worse
I ain’t mad, I know you’re representin’ the crew
And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy biggie
Sayin’, "Shit don’t stop, nigga, no pity"
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin’ mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin’, never meant to do time
My epitaph will read was the last of G’s
Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead, that’s right
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
Man, ain’t nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little motherfucka wantin’ to hang
I can see ’em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin’ back in my year book all the years took
Half my peers, they’re stretched for years
And if I die will they all shed tears
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear
Paranoid got me lookin’ in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I’d rather do the time
See I’m old enough to know that ain’t no justice
Fuck the police and all the courts same way they fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in jail
They let them white boys free
We be shocked as hell
In my mind I can see it comin’
And all the time it’s a plot to keep a nigga runnin’
By keepin’ gun and never run unless I’m comin’ at ya
Cry later but for now let’s enjoy the laughter
God bless the dead, that’s right
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early
All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime
Real motherfuckin’ Gz, this one is for you
Yo stretch, biggie
Yo big this is to you my nigga
Springfield Hollis crew, thug life, why G’z
Sendin’ they respect, you know I mean? You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, Uzi weighin’ a ton
Niggas terrified of comin’ from the young gun
Hearin’ that they did it outta fear don’t amaze me
But it’s mind blowin’, so I’m flowin’ goin’ crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he didn’t run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauze in the trunk
For spunk is what he had, kid, I’d ratha attack big
Now ya ’bout to smell the aftermath of what the Mack did
Wannabe suckers wanna test, I’m tellin’ you, yes
The Teflon’s bout to rip through your fuckin’ vest
Guess who?

2Pac – Dont You Trust Me (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (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? Not that I don’t trust you
Don’t you trust me? I ain’t got time for this man I’m out
You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (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? 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 separate 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 til your 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 want to hold you tightly but instead you want to 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? As soon as I leave the house you want to 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 want to leave
I’m sick of these tricks up your sleeve
Your suspicious I deceive 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? You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (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? 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 want to 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 because we rushed it (hell no)
But girl don’t you trust me? Not that I don’t trust you
Don’t you trust me? Not that I don’t trust you You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (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?

2Pac – Dont Go To Sleep (feat. Tha Dogg Pound) (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

[Verse 5: 2Pac]
I inhale strong weed then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the East to West
Like yay-yo
Nigga’s pull out when I say so
Commence to poppin’ motherfuckers copy it fatal
Efficiently I delete then flee
The art of war, livin’ sucka free, get wit’ me
Motherfucker don’t sleep

[Hook: 2Pac]
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein’ dreams in they sleep
But don’t fall asleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein’ dreams in they sleep
But don’t fall asleep Dre]
Often, it’s a young nigga, in a coffin
Tryin blossom, got shot down walkin, heh
Bleek a high to hot guy, turned cold
Bring the body bag, see the bullet hole and a burned soul
Don’t cry, he chose the life
Fast lane, in the brain, he supposed to fight
How you smile at a momma when she lost a child? [Verse 1: 2Pac]
Pictures of plenty, sippin’ my glass full of henny
Hands on my semi—automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact ’cause I’m live I multiply
Soon as I open fire niggas die wit’ open eyes
Scare to take a nap, it’s a trap a long maze
Dreamin’ of gettin’ stacks, makin’ scratch the wrong way
What the song say, we murder motherfuckers daily
Black out blow the track out, my lyrics never fail me
[Verse 2: Eminem]
It’s like a throne that he don’t even own
He won’t sit down give him a crown he just throws it around
It’s like a joke he’s like a king but he don’t do a thing
He don’t want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He don’t want the room or want the loot he’s in it for the sport
Running circles ’round his competition on the court
He appreciates your support but he ain’t begging for it
And you can love and you can hate it
But you can’t ignore it, you can’t be that ig-nor-ant
But you can try to sell him short
But you can’t fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was born to raise hell like them country boys
And If I’m fronting man you better come confront me for it
[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.]
The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh)
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
While niggas flirt
I’m sewing tigers on my shirt
And alligators
Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later
Here come the drama, oh
That’s that nigga wit’ the fake, blaow! Why you punch me in my face? Stay in ya place
Play ya position, here come my intuition
Go in this nigga pocket

[Hook: 2Pac]
Don’t go to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein’ dreams in they sleep
But don’t fall asleep
Don’t go to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein’ dreams in they sleep
But don’t fall asleep
[Verse 4: Dr.

2Pac – Fuckin With The Wrong Nigga (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

Nobody really as clear as me
Ain’t tryin’ to help the feds get a case for conspiracy
Murder, my foes get disposed of
We all homies to the death, so my true niggas show me love
God, forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
You know? Wicked
Picture me flippin’ my adversaries, gettin’ the dick swiftly
Niggas is swingin’ wild, but they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch, but your whole click will still get treated shitty
Business never personal
I’m up before the sun come up, I’m tired
Just a ghetto star, a drop top double-R is what I’m ridin’
Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring yo’ artillery when you come for me, ‘cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast, ‘cause Syke was bustin’
Plus, Bo had ’em duckin’, screamin’, "Get they cash!"
So now I got the law on me
My phone’s tapped So I had to send word through my lil’ homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you get, for fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
[Hook]
This is what you get
When you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Hehehehe, yeah, nigga, peep it

[Verse 2]
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray and thank the Lord
For givin’ me another fruitful day
I wanna be a peaceful, man, but still when niggas come for me
All I can see is gettin’ ’em killed
For real, it’s how I feel
Reflect my thoughts, flowin’ on these reels
Make my enemies deal with my steel; they caps peeled
We still cool, but you played yourself
Give him the MAC and make him spray hisself, heyyy
Fallin’ legends clutchin’ chrome three-five-seven
Puttin’ two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in Heaven
Why call in shots? [Verse 3]
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my mathematics skills from real drug dealers
Tried to rise, but they tried me
I guess they all had to die, ‘cause we tried peace
I die in these streets
Blast ’til they recognize
Still do or die, all my niggas gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
Best strategize on the way to profit
Best organize how you ride, so they can’t stop it
Then keep it poppin’, lot of busters wanna see me fall
I fucked your bitch, and now this new shit, gon’, fade ’em all
My niggas ball, made a call for some back-up
For lil’ homies and my dogs in the black truck
"Buck buck" was the sound as they gats burst
No need for ambulance, baby, bring the black hearse
Should’ve never fucked around, buster
How you figure makin’ moves on the wrong nigga

[Hook]
It’s what it sounds like, ding ding ding.. [Hook]
It’s like.., why you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga? When you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Niggas gettin’ hit, when they fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Fuckin’ with the wrong nigga fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
[Verse 1]
My seductive introduction be specific
Still elusive, but exclusive’s what I give you when I kick it
And I’m still lifted; niggas can’t get with Mr. Niggas..