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TUPAC FOR EVER
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ALL EYEZ ON HIM!!
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2pac - Only God Can Judge Me [Tupac]Only God Can Judge Me(is that right)Nobody else, Nobody elseAll you other muthafuckasGet out of my business(Tupac)Perhaps, I was blind to tha factsStabbed in tha backI Couldn't trust my own homiesjust a bunch a dirty ratsWill I, succeedparanoid from the weedAnd hocus pocus try to focusBut I can't seeAnd in my mindI'm a, blind man doin' timeLook to my future cause my past is all behind meIs it a crime to fight for what is mineEverybodies dyin'Tell me, Whats the use of tryin'I've been trapped since birthCautious, cause I'm cursedand fantansies of my familyin a hurseAnd they sayIt's the white manI should fearBut, it's my own kindDoin' all the killin' hereI can't lieAin't no love, for the other sideJealousy insideMake 'em wish I diedOh my lordTell me what I'm livin' forEverybodies droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorAnd all my memoriesof seeing brothas bleedAnd everybody grievesBut still nobody seesrecollect your thoughtsDon't get caught up in tha mixcause the media is full of dirty tricksOnly God can Judge me....(Chorus)(repeated...) Only God Can Judge Me...(Tupac)I hear the doctor standing over me screaming I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes Laying here naked Still I, can't breathesomething evils in my I-V Cuz everytime I breathe I think their killing me I'm having nightmares Homicidal fantansies I wake up stranglin' Danglin' my bed sheets I call the nurse cuz it hurts To reminiseHow did it come to this ? I wish they didn't miss somebody help me Tell me where to go from here ?Cuz even thugs cry but do the Lord care ? Tryin' to remember But it hurts I'm walking through the cementary talkin' to the dirt I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward there's a ghetto up in Heaven and its ours Black Power Is what we scream As we dream In a paranoid state And our fate Is a lifetime of hate Dear mama, can you save me ? And fuck peace cuz the streets got our babies We gotta eat No more hesitation each and every black males trapped And they wonder why we suicidal runnin' around strapped Mr. Police please try to see that there's a million muthafuckas stressin' just like meOnly God can Judge Me.....(Chorus) (repeats...) Only God Can Judge Me...That which does not kill me can only make me stronger (That for real) I don't see why everybody feel as thou that they gotta tell me how to live my life (you know)Let me live baby Let me live(Rappin 4-Tay)Pac I feel yaKeep servin' it on the realerFor instance, sayin'Playa hatin' marks out ta kill yaWould you be wrongFor bucking a nigga into the pavementHe gonna get me first If I don't get him Will you start praying ?Ain't no such thing as self defence In the court of lawSo Judges when we get to where were goin to crossthat's realGotti, lurk theeCreep tha fuck up on himSold a half a million tapesNot everybody want himAfter talkin' behind my back Like, a bitch wouldTellin' them niggas, "you can fade us"Punk, I wish you wouldIt be the same mutha-fuckas in your facethat'll rush up in your placeto get your safeKnowing you on that paper chase grass, glassBig screen and leather couchMy new shit is so fineI already sold a ki of ounceBitchRemember Tupac and 4-TayThe same two brothas dodgin' bulletsAnd represtin' the BayPac when you was locked downThat's when I'll be aroundStart climbing up the chartsso sick but they try to clown that's why they ride the bandwaggonStill be draggin' sellin' liesDon't think I don't see you hatersI know you all in disguise(Tupac)Guess you figure you know mecuz I'm a thug that love to hit the late night clubdrinkin' buzz living lavish like a playa all day I'm 'bout to floss 'em off Playas stick with 4-TayOnly God can Judge me....(Chorus) (repeated...) Only God Can Judge Me...
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Song: How Do U Want It (Featuring: KC and JoJo)Album: All Eyez On Me===================================================================(KC and JoJo)How do you want it...How do you feel...Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game...Livin' in tha fast lane...i'm for real (x2)(Tupac)Love tha way you agrivate your hips...and push your ass out ...gotta nigga wantin'...it's so bad ...i'm about to pass out...wanna dig you...and I can't even lie about it...baby just alleviate your cloths...time to fly up out it...catch you at a club...oh shit, you got me fiendin' ...body talken shit to me...but I can't comprehend the meaning...now if ya wanna roll with me...then here's ya chance...doin 80 on tha freeway...wait police, catch me if they can...forgive me i'm a ridah...still i'm just a simple man...all I want is money ...fuck tha fame...i'm a simple man...Mr. International...Playa with tha passport...just like a ladder bitch...get you anything you ask for...it's either him or me...champagne, Hennessy...a favorite of my homies...when we floss on our enemies...witness as we creep to a low speed...peep what a ho need...puff some more weed...funk, ya don't need...approachin' hochies with a passion...been a long day...but i've been drivin' by attraction ...in a strong way...your body is bangin' ...baby I love it when ya flaunt it...time to give it to daddy nigga...now tell me how you want it...(KC and JoJo)How do you want it...How does it feel...Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game...Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real (x2)(Tupac)Tell me is it cool to fuck?...you think I come to talk...am I a fool or what ?...positions on tha floor ...it's like erotic...ironic ...cause i'm somewhat psychotic...i'm hitten' switches on bitches ...like i been fixed with hydraulics...up and down like a roller coaster...come up beside ya...I ain't quitin' till tha show is over...cause i'm a ridah...in and out just like a robbery...i'll probably be a freak...and let you get ontop of me...get her rockin' these...nights full of Alazhay...a livin' legend...you ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days...Deloris Tucker...you's a muthafucker...instead of tryin' to help a nigga...you destroy a brotha...worst than tha others...Bill Clinton...Mr. Bob Dole...You too old to understand tha way tha game is told...your lame ...so I gotta hit you with tha high facts...won't someone listen ?...makin' millions...niggas top that ...they wanna censor me...they ratha see me in a cell...livin' in hellwith only a few of us to live to tell...now everybody talken about us...I could give a fuck...I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss...Nigga tell me how you want it....(KC and JoJo)How do you want it...How do you feel...Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game...I'm livin' in tha fast lane...i'm for real... (x2)(Tupac)Raised as a youth...tell truth... got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof...cause I jump on tha roof...before I was a teenager...mobile phone...Skypager...game rules ...i'm livin' major...my advasaries...is lookin' worried...they paranoid of getten' buried...one of us gonna see tha cemetary...My only hope is survive...If I wish to stay alive...getten' high...see tha demons in my eyes...before I die...I wanna live my life and ball...make a couple million...and then i'm chillin'...fade'm all...these taxs for me crossed up ...with people tryin' ta sue me...media is in my business...and they actin' like they know me...but i'ma mash out...peel out...i'm murder quick...that's with the whip'n fucken steel out...yeah nigga, it's some new shit...so better get up on it...When ya see me...tell a nigga how ya want it...How do you want it ?...(KC and JoJo)How do you want it...How does it feel...Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game...Livin' in tha fast lane...i'm for real (x8)
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A GOOD ACTOR BUT A BETTER SINGER!!
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NOT ONLY CALIFORNIA LOVE BUT OTHER PEOPLES TOO!!
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California love!1-California...knows how to party. California...knows how to party. In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton. We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!(Dre)Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot NessThe track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sexWe in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat the state where ya never find a dance floor empty.And pimps be on a mission for them greens lean mean money-makin'-machines servin' fiends.I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes ever since honeys was wearin sassoon.Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin' lookin' like I robbed Liberace.It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin' payThrow up a finger if ya' feel the same way Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a.(repeat 1)2-Shake it shake it baby! Shake it shake it baby! Shake it shake it mama! Shake it Cali! Shake it shake it baby! Shake it shake it shake it shake it...(Tupac)Out on bail fresh outta jail California dreamin' Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearin' hoochies screamin'.Fiendin' for money and alcoholthe life of a west side playa' where cowards dieOnly in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die. In L.A. we wearin' chucks not Ballies. (yea, that's right)Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we doFlossin' but have caution we can lie with other crews.Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rose grandsBumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam, it's west side So you know the row won't bow down to no man.Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A.From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay area in bag down Cali is where they put they mack downGive me love!(rpt 1)(dre) now make it shake...(rpt 2)(Dre)uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeahOaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahahaFrisko, Frisko(Tupac) hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadina, where you atyeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good(Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece babySacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah(Tupac)Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it upLet's show these fools how we do this on that west sideCause you and I know it's tha best side(Dre) yeah, That's riightwest coast, west coastuh, California LoveCalifornia Love
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