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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..

2Pac – Happy Home (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

(finally made it out my mom’s house, got a happy home).. (turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home.. Sippin’ Alize and Cristal, whylin’ every night – in my bedroom! Promised that I commit to you soon
Tongue-kissed me every time you seen me step inside a room
Straight out the hood
We promised to be good to each other, plus I love you
So I know you gon’ make a good mother
Just try to understand if I change in time
It’s only ’cause I never owned anything that’s mine
So I’m tryin you can stay with my momma but keep the drama to a low
Never call the police, I never call you bitch or ho’
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out my mom’s house, and got a happy home
[Hook: Singer & (2Pac)]
Ha..ppy.. look
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now we’ve been kickin’ it for quite some time
Remained beside me through my trials in this life of crime
We done fought so many times I forgot to count
I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house
Remember back in December when we was tight? home.. home.. (Hey, haha, turn this house into a happy home)
(Long as one of us got it, some of us got it)
(Turn this house into a happy home) [Intro: 2Pac]
Home man.. (finally got to live the good life inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home.. home.. [Verse 2: 2Pac]
Born through hard times, ghetto child of mine
I wonder if you have to suffer for your father’s crimes
To be honest it’s a hard road
Just keep your faith in God, knowin’ you’ll get scarred though
Look at him walkin’ and talkin’, a lil’ child with my eyes and mouth
Father watch over lil’ seeds, help me guide them out
Had to change my whole lifestyle, married my baby’s momma
Made her my wife now, I’m tryin’ hard y’all
Maybe in time I’ll be a better man
Watchin’ the older couples, handle it like veterans
Show me the meanin’ of forever and together we rise
If it would help our child grow, then together we’d die
Why – question my love, it’s so easy to see
Without my family all I’m left with is a shadow of me
After all the arguments, and the nights alone
Now it’s time to live the good life, inside a happy home

[Hook: Singer & (2Pac)]
Ha..ppy.. hey.. home.. (finally made it out my mom’s house, got a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home.. (turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home.. home.. (turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. (what’s up) let’s turn this house into a happy home
This for all the homeboys that couldn’t get they happy home
Let’s turn this house into a happy home
Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
Let’s turn this house into a happy home
You know how that is, stay down for mine
Outlaw.. home.. (finally got to live the good life inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. Happy home.. home.. (turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. (turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home.. (Happy home)
[Singer & (2Pac)]
All these problems got me goin
We got a family, of our own
I just wanna happy home
(turn this house into a happy home)
No man’s made to stand alone
I promise I won’t do you wrong
I just want a happy home
(finally made it out my mom’s house, got a happy home)
[Hook: Singer & (2Pac)]
Ha..ppy.. (let’s turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy..

2Pac – Thugz Mansion (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

Shit, tired of gettin’ shot at
Tired of gettin’ chased by the police and arrested
niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that’s just for us
niggas ain’t gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y’knahmean? Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattooed tears and couldn’t sleep good
For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
They’d rather see us locked in chains, please explain
Why they can’t stand us, is there a way for me to change? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain’t no heaven for a thug nigga
That’s why we go to thug mansion
That’s the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At thug mansion
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine,
I cry at times I once contemplated suicide,
and woulda’ tried but when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma’s eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin’ it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin’ hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain’t have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor store and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G’s
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind’s eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug’s mansion
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chil’ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? I’m comin’ from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
I need a house that’s full of love when I need to escape
The deadly places slingin’ drugs, in thug’s mansion
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chil’ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky
Dear momma don’t cry, your baby boy’s doin’ good
Tell the homies I’m in heaven and they ain’t got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night,
it had me shook drippin’ peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang sittin’ there kickin’ it with Malcolm, ’til the day came
Little LaTasha sho’ grown tell the lady in the liquor that she’s forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you’ll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin’ lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I’m askin’
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug’s mansion
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chil’ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chil’ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky I need a place to rest my head
With the little bit of homeboys that remains, ’cause all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
I’ll be right behind ya, show me and I’ll go
How can I be peaceful? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?

2Pac – Can U Get Away (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

I ain’t tryin’ to put you in a position
Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything
You need but now.. The emergency room, gettin’ stitches
Cause this nigga done got jealous
Don’t cry, it’s all good Don’t wanna lose you to this sucker
Cause if he touch ya, I got some drama for that busta
Don’t wanna rush ya — but make your mind up fast
Nobody knows — on who controls will it last, before I ask
I hope you see that I’m sincere, and even if you
Stay with him today I’m still here
I refuse to give up — cause I believe in what we share
You’re livin’ in prison and what he’s givin’ can’t compare
Cause everything I feel for you I wanna let you know
Passionately yours and I’ll never let you go
Tell me Can U Get Away? So much pressure in the air (I know, I know)
And I can’t get away (Just for a little while love)
I’m not happy here (I know it’s hard but, Can U Get Away?)
So much pressure in the air (Let’s go man, get up outta there, Can U Get Away?)
And I can’t get away (Do you love him?)
I’m not happy here (Do you love that man?)
Could it be my destiny to be lonely? Ever since I met ya I could peep the pressure
It’s like your man don’t understand, all he does is stress ya
I can see your state of misery from the introduction
Ain’t ’bout no sucking and touching, just harmless discussion
Maybe we can see a better way, find a brighter day
Late night phone conversations — would that be OK? I don’t wanna take up all your time, be the next in line
Tell me your size, let me find you things with you in mind
I can see you’re cautious and I’m careful not to scare you
The anticipation of love making, got you shaking when I’m standing near you
News of precision will prepare ya
In case you get scared, just ask the man in the mirror
Now the picture’s gettin’ clearer all he does is hit you hard
I tell you to leave him, and you tell me keep my faith in God
I don’t understand, I just wanna bring ya home
I wonder should I leave you alone and find a woman of my own
All the homies tell me that you don’t deserve it
I contemplate but in my heart I know you worth it
Tell me Can U Get Away? Shake that sucker to the left
Let me show you what this life is really about
Ya know what I’m sayin’? Ain’t checkin’ for these hoochies that be on me cause they phony
But you was different — I got no need to be suspicious
Cause I can tell — my life with you would be delicious
The way you lick your lips and shake your hips got me addicted
I’m sittin’ here hoping that we can find some way to kick it
Even though I got your digits gotta struggle to resist it
Slowly advance when it’s my chance not to miss it
You blow me kisses
When he ain’t lookin’, now your heart’s tooken
My only wish is that you change your mind and he get shook
Wanna take you there but you scared to follow, come see tomorrow
Hoping I can take you through the pain and sorrow
Let you know I care — that someone’s there for your struggle
Depend on me, when you have needs or there’s trouble
I wanna give you happiness and maybe even more
I told you before, no time to waste we can hook up at the store
Can U Get Away? So much pressure in the air (I know it is)
And I can’t get away (Yeah you can)
I’m not happy here (You ain’t happy huh ..Can U Get Away?)
So much pressure in the air (I know.. he ain’t even takin’ care of you
He beatin’ on you and shit; look how you look
You too motherfuckin’ raw to be with that nigga, ya know what I’m sayin’? You need to be on first class
Need to be goin’ to Hawaii, seein’ the world
Seein’ what this world got to offer you
Not goin’ to, ya know what I’m sayin’? So much pressure in the air (Can’t get away why?)
And I can’t get away
I’m not happy here (Let me take you away, all I wanna know, Can U Get Away?)
So much pressure in the air (Man)
And I can’t get away (Course you can get away)
I’m not happy here (If you really wanted to get away, you could get away)
You ain’t got to go through all this drama and this stress
With this old half a man, ya know what I’m sayin’? is he beatin’ on you?)
And I can’t get away (Did he punch you?)
I’m not happy here (Throwin’ you around the house?)
I sit here reminiscin’ and I hope you listenin’
In the position to pressure and offer competition
Me and you was meant to be my destiny, no longer lonely
Cause now it’s on for you and me, all I can see
A happy home, that’s my fantasy
But my reality is problems with your man and me
What can I do?

2Pac – Thug Style (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

I ain’t runnin’ with no punk crew be, bleed!! Fuck e’rybody
Thug style out this, motherfucker, niggas, throw ya hands in the air
If you got jeep make ya speakers pop
I want motherfuckin’ police tryin’ to pull niggas over on this one
We takin’ this one to the whole ‘nother level gutter style thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G
We ain’t dead yet
Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin’ to hide ya hoes
I’m gettin’ high off buddha cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
And who me? Magic
Cuttin’ up the hits And even though I had a habit
Makin’ words rhyme I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin’ but truth
Halloween throwin’ eggs from the project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G’s with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab Remember mama’s cookin’, no school straight hookin’
And tryin’ to get with light skinned cause she good lookin’
And jumpin’ over turnstiles cause we ain’t payin’
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin’
I’m prayin’ I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style (my nigga scream)
Niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the mothafuckin’ cross, but my force was wild
Mothafuckin’ bitches
Swear y’all know nigga
Ever heard motherfucka say all in Kool-Aid know the flavor hahha
You mothafuckas all in my motherfuckin’ LP and don’t know the beat
This shit thuggish, fo’ life, I told y’all, it’s album three see
G sound, freestyle
Motherfuckin’ Young Thugs in this motherfucker A nigga livin’ life like a G
In that artillery keepin’ niggas off of me
I can’t sleep livin’ in these wicked times, peep
Niggas after me cause they see I’m stackin’ G’s and heat
You can holler if you want to, please!! Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain’t shit
That nigga ain’t from muhfuckin’ New York
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo nigga man fuck ‘Pac that nigga West Coast
That fucker that always with them New York niggas
Seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain’t from the West Coast
Man fuck ‘Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain’t really down
Rapin’ ass nigga I didn’t do it fuck it with that nigga
Fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
And fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga
I’m in this, motherfucker
I guess these muthafuckas tryin’ to take me out the business right
I guess I ain’t East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York
And I ain’t West Coast for these niggas on the West huh? Enemies and my range is on, you’re in the danger zone
My fuckin’ game is strong, now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin’ and bustin’ them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin, Down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It’s like they stuck from makin’ niggas duck from Glocks
And all the time, my mind’s full of thoughts of ends
I’m still rollin’ my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucker screamin’ like the demon’s inside
Will ’em away in the mornin’, only the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die
Cemetery full of brothers I buried it’s goin’ down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild
I came up out this dust with my heartless style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss
Listenin’ to Mr.

2Pac – When We Ride On Our Enemies (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

I ain’t prejudiced, I don’t give a fuck
This is what it sounds like when we ride on our enemies
Biatch! Don’t fuck with me
Nigga you’re barely livin’, don’t you got sickle cell? Fugees! niggas makin’ songs, tryin’ to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed in the west we trust
To the chest I bust! See I was only talkin’ to Biggie, but I’ll kill all of y’all, then ball
Then tell da brat to keep her mouth closed
Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin’ Outlawz
Before I leave, make sure everybody heard
Know I meant, every motherfuckin’ word
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
Make sure everybody die
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
I make sure everybody die
When we ride on our enemies Set my plan in mo’
Time to exterminate my foes, I can’t stand you hoes
Now label this my fuckin’ trick shot
My lyrics runnin’ all you cowards out of Hip-Hop
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
I bet you motherfuckers die
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
Bet all you motherfuckers die
When we ride on our enemies
Come take a journey through my mind’s eye
You crossed the game, don’t explain, nigga time to die, say goodbye
Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger
So right before you die you bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo’ eyes
You was heartless on yo’ hits
Niggas love to scream peace after they start some shit
Pay attention, here’s a word to those that robbed me
I murder you then I run a train on Mobb Deep! Then we ride ’til the sun come
Shinin’ back to brighten up the sky, many die
Heard the Fugees was tryin’ to do me, look bitch
I cut yo’ face, this ain’t no motherfuckin’ movie
Then we watch the other two die slow
Castrated entertainin’ at my motherfuckin’ sideshow
Bam! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin’ to diss now too? When we ride on our enemies
Hey! See me have a seizure on stage, you ain’t feelin’ well, hell
How many niggas wanna be involved? Used to love niggas now I plug niggas, and slug niggas
Am I wrong? Got some static for some niggas on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he’s a rider now
What they want from us motherfuckin’ thug niggas?