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2PAC
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Artist: 2Pac Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me) Song: Do For Love Turn it up loud Hahaha,
ahahaha, hey man You a little sucker for love, right? Word up, hahahahaha I shoulda seen you was
trouble right from the starrrrt, taught me so many lessons How not to mess with broken hearts, so
many questions When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps we had some problems but we
workin at it, and now the arguments are gettin loud, I wanna say But I can't help from walkin out just
a little way Just take my hand and understand, if you could see I never planned to be a man it just
wasn't me But now I'm searchin for commitment, in other arms I wanna shelter you from harm, don't
be alarmed Your attitude was the cause, you got me stressin Soon as I open up the door with your
jealous questions Like where can I be you're killin me with your jealousy Now my ambition's to be
free I can't breathe, cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap I hear you callin me to come back, I'm a
sucka for love ... that's right, sucka for love Chorus: repeat 2X What you won't do, do for love You
tried everything, but you don't give up Just when I thought I broke away and I'm fellin happy You try
to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy Don't wanna fall for it, but in this case what
could I do? So now I'm back to makin promises to you, tryin to keep it true What if I'm wrong, a
trick to keep me on and on Tryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin I'm bout to lose my
composure, I'm gettin close To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost Tell me who knows, a
peaceful place where I can go To clear my head I'm feelin low, losin control My heart is sayin leave,
oh what a tangle web we weave when we conspire to conceive, and now You gettin calls at the
house, guess you cheatin That's all I need to hear cause I'm leavin, I'm out the do' Never no more
will you see me, this is the end Cause now I know you've been cheatin, I'm a sucka for love ...
damn, sucka for love... sucka for love ... sucka for love Chorus Now he left you with scars, tears on
your pillow and you still stay As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away It wasn't always a
hit and run relationship It use to be love, happieness and companionship Remember when I treated
you good I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood Me and you a happy home, when it
was on I had a love to call my own I shoulda seen you was trouble but I was lost, trapped in your
eyes Preoccupied with gettin tossed, no need to lie You had a man and I knew it, you told me Don't
worry bout it we can do it now I'm under pressure Make a decision cause I'm waitin, when I'm
alone I'm on the phone havin secret conversations, huh I wanna take your misery, replace it with
happiness but I need your faith in me, I'm a sucka for love ... sucka for love, know you ain't right G
but yet I'ma sucka for love Chorus ... I'ma sucka for love, sucka for love ... Sucka for love Chorus
Chorus
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Tupac Talking)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(All you gotta do is look)
(Tupac)
Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation
Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation
I can see it clearly now
catch you smiling through your frown
I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down ?
Although I know you've heard about my reputation
across the nation
"Mr. I get around"
My temptaion got me dripping wet
perspiration
I'm activated by the moves your making
Baby why you faking? strip naked get the love making
See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine
I fantasize till that ass is mine
Never gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing
A straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing
Stop with the beeper, baby Listen,
I know you're grown, but pay attention
Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen'
This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes
Turn around one more time
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
Heaven ain't hard to find
Infact you can have it just have faith
Just like a little kid, still believing in magic
It takes a lot of scarifice
with all the lonely nights on tour
I need somebody I can trust in my life
Let me apply the brakes
baby you're moving to fast
My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask
Are you afraid of a thug ?
and have you ever made love with [?cherries?] and bubbles sipping in your tub
Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure
This Thug Passion
help the average man love better
Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist
Take a shot of that alazhay
come give me a kiss
And maybe we can be best friends
perhaps we'll be closer
I'll be the thug in your life
baby and you'll be my soulja
And I know it takes some time
And you got a lot of questions on your mind
But relax, in due time
Heaven Ain't Hard to Find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you
Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken
Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back
Look at me
whats all that ? Huh
its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking
I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend
I'm sipping Heneesee and coke
tho' addicted to weed smoke
I'm fiendin' for your body even mo'
Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts
your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought
Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature
Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker
Straight heart breaker
Baby we can be friends
I can soup you in my Benz
we'll ride
I'll let you floss it for your friends
Once we begin
until the end, it gets better with time
I'm makin' love to your mind baby
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
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A LEGEND FOR EVER
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TUPAC LIKES TO HUG!!
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Song: Hit Em Up (Featuring: The Outlawz)
Album: How Do U Want It 12
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Intro: 2Pac
I ain't got now motherfuckin friends...That's why I fucked to' bitch, you fat motherfucker...(Take
Money) West Side! Bad Boy Killers!...(Take Money) You know the realist is niggaz...(Take
Money) We bring it to you...(Take Money)
Verse One: 2Pac
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim...West side where we ride come equipped with
game...You claim to be a playa but I fucked your wife...We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
life...Plus Puffy trying ta see me weak hearts I rip...Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark
ass bitches...We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels...steady gunnin, keep on bustin at
them fools, you know the rules...Little Caesar, go ask ya homie how I leave ya...cut your young ass
up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased...Lil Kim , don't fuck around with real G's...Quick to
snatch yo' ugly ass off tha streets, so fuck peace...I let them niggaz know it's on for life...So let the
West Side ride the tonight haha...Bad Boy murdered on was, and killed...Fuckwit' me and get ya
caps peeled, you know, see...
Chorus: Grab ya glocks, when you see 2Pac...Call the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh...Who shot
me, but ya punks didn't finish...Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace...NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Interlude: 2Pac
Check this out, you mothafuckers know what time it is...I don't even know why I'm on this
track...ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level...I'ma let my little homies ride on you...Bitch made ass Bad
Boy bitches, pew!
Verse Two: Outlawz
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo...Biggie Smallz just got dropped...Little Moo, pass the Mac,
and let me hit him in his back...Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks...little
accident murderer, and I ain't never heard a ya...Poisionous gats attack when I'm servin ya...Spank
the shank ya whole style when I dank...Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the
pavement...Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga...and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in
front of you, nigga...With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer...ya clout, pretty
sour I get packages every hour and hit em up...
Chorus
Verse Three: 2Pac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel...this ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz
gettin killed with ya mouths open...tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping...smokin dope
it's like a sherm high...Niggaz think they learned to fly..But they burned motherfucka, you deserve to
die...Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me...All you niggaz living bummy, while you
fuckin wit me...I'm a self made millionaire...Thug livin out a prison, pistols in the air, haha...Biggie,
remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch, and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house,
ahh...Now its all about Versace, you copy my style...Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and
smiled...Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK...I'm still the thug that you love to
hate...MotherFucka, I hit em' up...
Verse Four: Outlawz
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur...No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all
yo herbs...Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease...I bring yo fake G's to your knees...Coppin
pleas cuz this ain't your area...Lil Kim, is yo coked up, or doped up?...Get ya lil Junior Whopper
click smoked up, what the fuck...is you STUPID???, I take money, crash and mash through
Brooklyn...with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block...with 15 shots cock glock to your
knot...Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch...And yo best stops squaws get mopped and
dropped...All you fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked...
Verse Five: Outlawz
Yousa, beat biter, a Pac style taker...I'll tell you to ya face you ain't shit but a faker...softer than Alize
with a chaser...Bout to get murdered for the paper...Idi Amin approach the scene...Write a caper,
like a loc, with little caeser in a choke hold...Totin smoke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke...Thug Life,
niggaz betta be knowin, we approachin...In the wide open, guns smokin...no need for hopin its a
battle lost, I got across...Soon as the funk was poppin off...Nigga I hit em' up...
Outro: 2Pac
Now you tell me who won...I see them, they run...they don't wanna see us...whole Junior Mafia click
dressin up tryin to be us...how the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job...We
millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it...oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with
us?...You little young ass motherfuckers...don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?...you
fuckin with me nigga you fuck around...and have a seizure or a heart attack...you better back the
fuck up, fo you get smacked the fuck up...That's how we do it on our side...any of you niggaz from
N.Y. that wanna bring it, bring it...but we ain't singin, we bringin drama...fuck you and your
mothafuckin mama...we gonna kill all you mothafuckas..now when I came out I told you it was just
about Biggie...then everybody gad to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion...well this how
we gonna do this...fuck Mobb Deep...fuck Biggie...fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a
mothafuckin crew...and if you wanna be down with Bad Boy...then fuck you too...Chino XL, fuck
you too...All you mothafuckas, fuck you too...(Take Money)...(Take Money)...alla ya'll
mothafuckas, fuck you die slow mothafuckas...my fo'-fo' make sure all ya'll kids don't grow...you
mothafuckas can't be us or see us...we the mothafuckin Thug Life ridahs West side til we die!...out
here in California, nigga, we warn ya we'll bomb on you mothafuckas...we do our job...you think yo
mob, nigga we the mothafuckin mob...ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz...all you mothafuckas
feel us...our shit's going triple and four-quadruple...(Take Money)...you niggaz blast as our staff got
guns at they mothafuckin back, you know how it is...when we draw records, they feel it...you niggaz
can't feel it...we the realest, FUCK EM', we Bad Boy killin(echoes)...
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