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TUPAC IN A TUX??
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Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Song: Dear Mama You are appreciated Verse One:
2Pac When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my
mama's place Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool with the big boys,
breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other
little kids And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama When things went wrong we'd
blame mama I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin on my mama from a jail cell And
who'd think in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day And runnin from the police, that's
right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mama You always
was a black queen, mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man You
always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it There's no way I can
pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Chorus: Reggie
Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac * Lady... Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated Don't cha know we love ya? * second and
third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama" Verse Two: 2Pac Now ain't nobody tell us it
was fair No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry,
cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all
along I was lookin for a father he was gone I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold
drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin I needed money of
my own so I started slangin I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin money in
your mailbox I love payin rent when the rent's due I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to
you Cause when I was low you was there for me And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate Ya
just workin with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin But now the
road got rough, you're alone You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own And there's no way I
can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Chorus Verse
Three: 2Pac Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama I can always depend on
my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my
childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act craaazy I
gotta thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never
kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate, how you raised me And all the extra love that
you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter
day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And there's no way I
can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Chorus Sweet
lady And dear mama Dear mama Lady (3X)
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HIS MUSIC DOES LIVE ON!!
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Artist: 2Pac f/ Stretch
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Hellrazor
Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah
This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah
Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin
Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen
On the scene watchin fiends buggin
Kickin up dust with the older G's
Soakin up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned
not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons
A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin
I was ganked for sexin
Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class
and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin
Mobbin through the overpass laughin
While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger
Cause some nigga tried to kill me
and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer
They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh
Chorus: Stretch
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unnh
(Repeat 4X)
Mama raised a hellrazor
[2Pac] Dear Lord can ya feel me
Stress gettin major, unnh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin
Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure
Why you let the police beat down niggaz
I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po' babies restin in the early graves
God come save the youth
Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you
Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? Show a way
I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn
Every nigga that I know's on death row
My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price
Little young motherfucker doin triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better
If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts
Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin
Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen
Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah
C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor
Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major
(Lord be my savior, unnh)
Chorus: Stretch
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unhh
(repeat 2X)
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha
Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end
it's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots
Every nigga on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
with my hands on the trugger, Thug nigga
Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die
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