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ALL EYEZ ON ME!!
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2pac - All Eyez On Me (Tupac Talking)Big Syke, Noop, Payne, Bogard, Big ServY'all know how this shit go (you know)All Eyez On MeMuthafucka, Legit Roll up in the club and shitAll Eyez On MeAll Eyez On MeBut you know what(Tupac)I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trustSo many playa hating niggas trying to sound like usSay they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know itStraight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin'Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see meAnd let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed meI got a cariban of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride)Hitting mutha-fuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by)Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm highFuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyezCuz all I want is cash and thangs, a five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings UhhBitches pursue me like a dream, been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seemsMy main thang was to be major paidThe game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor bladeSay money bring bitches, bitches bring liesOne niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas diedDepend on me like the first and fifteenthThey my homies for a second, but these punks won't get meWe got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masksscreaming Thug Life every time they passAll Eyez on Me(Chorus -- Tupac)Live my life as a Thug niggaUntil the day I dieLive my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)cuz we be getting highAll Eyez on meLive my life as a Thug niggaUntil the day I dieLive my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)cuz we be getting high(Syke talking)Heeyyy, to my nigga Pac(Syke)So much trouble in the world, niggacan't nobody feel your painThe world changing everyday times moving faaastMy girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last?I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chipsTriple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dipI'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawlessCrime Boss, contraband, let me toss thisNeedy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerveI'm taking off on the curbThe nervousness neglect make me pack a tekDevoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checksLike a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin' It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin'Sucka duck and get busted, no emotionnine and four shit is handling my business nigga keep on coastin'where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homiesteady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know meIt's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shitIt ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shitwhat can I do, what can I say, is there another way ?Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlayMy little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta freeniggas can't stand meAll Eyez on Me(Chorus -- Tupac)Live my life as a Thug niggaUntil the day I dieLive my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)cuz we be getting highAll Eyez on meLive my life as a Thug niggaUntil the day I dieLive my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)cuz we be getting high(Tupac)The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get mewill I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilitiesGiving me charges, lawyers making a gripI told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shitWas hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobilecalling big shots on the scene majorPacking hundreds in my drawers, Fuck the lawBitches I fuck with a passion, livin' rough and rawCatchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast laneHustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash cameI live my life as a Thug nigga untill the day I dieLive my life as a Boss playa cuz we be getting highThese niggas got me tossin' shitI put the top down now its time to floss my shitKeep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas sufferUp in the Benz burning rubberThe money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strappedCuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vestMake sure your eyes is on the Meal ticketGet your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick itAll eyez on Me(Chorus -- Tupac)Live my life as a Thug niggaUntil the day I dieLive my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)cuz we be getting highAll Eyez on meLive my life as a Thug niggaUntil the day I dieLive my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)cuz we be getting highAll eyez on me(Tupac talking)Pay attention my niggassee how that shit gogonna walk up in this muthafuckaand its gonna be like "bing"CowardsLive my life as a Thug niggaUntil the day I dieLive my life as a Boss playa (Bitches)cuz we be getting highEvery mutha fuckin' wayI got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a niggaYou knowLive my life as a Thug niggaUntil the day I dieLive my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)All Eyez on meIts like, what they think I'm walking around with some keys in my pocket or somethingAll Eyez on meThey think I'm going back to jailthey really on that dopeLive my life as a Thug niggaUntil the day I dieLive my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching)(I know y'all got me in the scopes)Live my life as a Thug niggaUntil the day I dieLive my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby)We be getting high(Y'all got me under surveillance)All eyez on MeBut I'm known
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Song: I Ain't Mad At Cha (Featuring: Danny Boy)Album: All Eyez On Me===================================================================Change, Shit, I guess change is good for any of us...Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha hood...Shit, I'm with ya...I ain't mad at cha...got nothin' but love for ya...do your thing boy...Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talk to in awhile...I'm a send this out to y'all...know what I mean ?...Cuz, I ain't mad at cha...heard all of y'all...tearing up shit out there...Kickin' up dust...givin' a mutha-fuck...Yeah, niggas...Cuz, I ain't mad at chaNow, we where once two niggas of the same kind...quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line ...You were just a little smaller...But you still rolled...Got stressed to Y.A....And hit tha hood swole...remember when ya had a jheri curl...Didn't quite learn...On the block ...With ya glock...trippin' of Sherm...Collect calls to the tip...Sayin' how ya changed...Oh you a Muslim now...No more dope game...Heard you might be coming home...Just got bail...wanna go to the Mosque...Don't wanna chase tail..It seems I lost my little homie...He's a changed man...Hit the penn...Now, no sinnin' is the game plan...When I talk about money...All you see is the struggle...When I tell ya, I'm livin' large...you tell me, its trouble...Congratulation on the wedding...I hope your wife know...She got a playa for life..And that's no bullshitin'...I know we grew apart...You probably don't remember...I usta fiend for your sister...But never went up in her...And I can see us after school...We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka...with tha wrong shit on...And now, the whole shits changed...and we don't even kick it...got a big money scheme...And you ain't even with it...Knew in my heart...You were the same mutha-fucka bad...Go toe to toe when it's time to roll...You got a brothas back...And I can't even trip...cause i'm just laughin' at ya...You tryin' hard to maintain...And go ahead...Cuz, I ain't mad at chaChorus -- Danny Boy: oooowwwwww...I ain't Mad at Cha...(I ain't Mad at Cha)...I ain't Mad at Cha...We used to be like distant couzins...fightin', playin' dozins...whole nieghborhood buzzin'...Knowin' that we was wasn't ...Usta catch us on the roof...or behind the stairs...I'm gettin' blitz...remincin'...On all the time we shared ...Beside...Bumpin' n' Grindin'...Was nothin' on our mind...In time we learned ...to live a life of crime...Rewind us back...To a time...Was much to young, to know...I caught a felony...lovin' the way the guns blow...And even thou we seperated...You said that you wait...Don't give nobody no coochie...While I'll be locked up state...I Kiss my mama good bye...Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes...Said, that I'll return...But I gotta fight...The bitch that ride...Don't shed a tear...cuz, mama I ain't happy here..I'm through trails...and no more smiles...for a couple a years...They got me goin' mad...I'm knocking brothas on their backs...in my cell...Thinkin' hell...I know one day I'll be back...As soon as I touch down...I told my girl i'll be there...so prepare...to get fucked down..The homies wanna kick it...But I'm just laughin' at ya...Cuz, you is a down ass bitch...and I ain't mad at chaChorus -- Danny Boy: I ain't Mad at Cha...(I ain't Mad at Cha)...I ain't Mad at Cha...(but your a down ass bitch, and I ain't Mad at Cha)...Well guess who's moving up ?...this niggas ballin' now...Bitches be callin' to get it...Hookers keep fallin' down...He went from nothin' to alot...Ten Karets the spot...He went from a nobody nigga...to the big man on the block...He's Mister local celebrity...Addicted to move a key...most hated by enemy...Escaping the luxury...See, first you was our nigga...But you made it...So the choice is made...Now we gotta slay you...while you faded...In the younger days...So full of pain while the weapons blaze...Gettin' so high off the bomb...Hopin' we can make it ...To the better dayz...Cuz, crime pays...And in time ...You'll find a rhyme...That'll blaze you'll feel the fire...from the niggas in my younger dayz...So many changed on me...So many tried to plot...that I keep a glock...beside my Haaand...When will it stop ?...'Till god return me to my essence...Cuz, even as a adolecents...I refuse to be a convelecent...So many questions,...And they ask me if i'm still down...I moved up out of the ghetto...So I ain't real now ?...They got so much to say...But I'm just laughin' at ya...You niggas just don't know ...But I ain't mad at chaChorus -- Danny Boy: oooowwwwww...I ain't Mad at Cha...(I ain't Mad at Cha)...I ain't Mad at Cha...(Hell naw, I ain't mad at Cha)..I ain't Mad at Cha...(and I ain't Mad at Cha)...I ain't Mad at Cha...(I ain't Mad at Cha)..I ain't Mad at Cha...nooooo...I ain't Mad at Chaaaaahhhhh
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TUPAC FOREVER
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MAKAVELI=MAK-ALIVE
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2pac - Life Goes on Chorus: repeat 2XHow many brothas fell victim to tha streetzRest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of deathmy niggas, we tha last ones leftbut life goes on.....Verse One:As I bail through tha empty hallsbreath stinkin' in my drawsring, ring, ringquiet y'allincoming callplus this my homie from high schoolhe's getting byeIt's time to bury another brotha nobody crylife as a balleralchol and booty callswe usta do them as adolecentsdo you recall?raised as G'sloc'ed out and blazed the weedget on tha roof let's get smoked outand blaze with me2 in tha morningand we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till I die'before I passed outbut now that your gonei'm in tha zonethinkin''I don't wanna die all alone'but now ya goneand all I got left are stinkin' memoriesI love them niggas to deathi'm drinkin' Hennessywhile tryin' ta make it lastI drank a 5th for that asswhen you passed....cause life goes onChorusVerse Two:Yeah niggaI got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you25 with an Ltime to prepare to do fed timewon't see paroleimagine life as a convictthat's getten' oldplus with tha dramawe're lookin out for your babies mamataken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...life in tha hood...is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill partiesMe and you No true a twowhile scheming on hitsand gettin tricks that maybe we can slide into but now you burriedrest niggacause I ain't worriedeyes bluriedsayin' goodbye at the cemetarytho' memories fadeI got your name tated on my armso we both ball till' my dying daysbefore I say goodbyeKato, we're meant to rest in peaceThug till I dieChorusVerse Three:Bury me smilin'with G's in my pockethave a party at my funerallet every rapper rock itlet tha hoes that I usta knowfrom way beforekiss me from my head to my toegive me a paper and a penso I can write about my life of sina couple bottles of Ginincase I don't get intell all my people i'm a Ridahnobody cries when we diewe outlawslet me rideuntil I get freeI live my life in tha fast lanegot police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks from old crewsniggas that guided me through back in tha old schoolpour out some liquorhave a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta diebut ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your goneyou left your nigga on his ownhow long we mournlife goes on...Chorus *repeats to end*(sung overtop repeating chorus)Life goes on homiegone on, cause they passed awayNiggas doin' lifeNiggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shitI feel ya nigga, trust meI feel yaYou know what I meanlast yearwe poured out liquor for yathis year nigga, life goes onwe're gonna clock nowget moneyevade bitchesevade tricksgive players plenty spaceand basicaly just represent for you babynext time you see your niggasyour gonna be on top niggatheir gonna be like,'Goddamn, them niggas came up'that's right babylife goes on....and we up out this bitchhey Kato, Mentaly'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up theredon't front.
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