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Tupac Shakur - All Eyez on Me Album Lyrics



Tupac Shakur - All Eyez on Me Lyrics






Ambitionz Az A Ridah

California love!


Chorus -- Roger Troutman
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 Ness
The track hits ya eardrum, like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We 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' pay
Throw up a finger if ya' feel the same way
Dre puttin' it down for
Californ-i-a.



Chorus -- Roger Troutman
California....knows how to party
California....knows how to party
In tha citaaay of LA
In tha citaaay of good ol' Watts
In tha citaaay of Compton
We Keep it Rockin'
We Keep it Rockin'

(Dre)


Yeah, now make it shake! come on!



Chorus
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Writer: DELMER DREW ARNAUD, TUPAC SHAKUR
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




All About U

You probably crooked as the last trick
Women laugh at How I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run
it's just my luck i'm stuck here f*ckin with the wrong one
unwise decisions based on lies we living
Skandalous times games like my religion
You could be rolling with a thug
Instead you with this sweet schrub
Looking for some love in every club
I see you starring like you want it
Well baby if yah got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin' into walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to hollar but you say you taken
Sayin' you ain't impressed with the money I'm makin'
Guess its true what they telling me
Fresh out of jail life's hell for a black celebrity
So thats the reason why I call
And maybe you with it
Fantansies of something can I hit it (Ha Ha)
Addicted to the things you do
Its still true what I'm saying Boo
cuz this is All About U


Chorus--Nate Dogg(2X)
Every other city we go
Every other video
[its all about u]
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe


(2pac)


I'll make a promise if yah go with me
Have you hollar running out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga
I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers
I love niggas
Be coming from the same place
Witness me hollar at a hoochie, see how long the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa
And I don't even care
Creep slow breath smokes into the air
Everywhere I go, its all about the crooked hoes
waiting for niggas at the end of every show
I just seen yah in my friend's video
I never put a bitch before my friends, the way to go
Follow the leader and peep the drama I'm going through
It's all about U


Chorus


(Kurupt)


Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
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Writer: LARRY BLACKMON, TOMI JENKINS, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR, YAFEU FULA, JOHNNY LEE JACKSON, BRUCE WASHINGTON, NATHANIEL D. HALE, CORDOZAR CALVIN BROADUS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Songtrust Ave




Skandalouz

Hey Nate you know you gots to focus on this mutha-f*cka
We gonna talk about these Skandalouz hoes

(I can talk about Skandalouz bitches)
I know you can, I know
That's why we gonna do this
Daz on the beat
Hey Daz, nigga stop f*ckin' around on the piano
Nigga just drop this shit, like uh this here

I meet you through my homie
Now you act like you don't know me
So disappointed 'cause baby that shit was so phony
It's not phony, you see no love for my closest homies
With my pager number uh baby you was all up on me
While you proceed with precision
You had them taping hoes
No, I ain't mad at you baby
Go ahead an play them fools
They choose no to listen
So now he stuck inside his house
And can't leave without his bitch permission
My mission is to be a playa
My alias is boss
Drop the top on these jealous niggas
Playa let me floss
Y'all don't want to see me in pain
I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, "Never breathing again"
It's Skandalouz
I never liked your back stabbing ass, trick
Yous tha watchin' money who you baggin' bitch
Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust
'Cause bitches live so Skandalouz

She so Skandalouz
She so Skandalouz
She so Skandalouz

How's it hangin'
'cause baby, from the back the shit is bangin'
I'll be stressing in this ghetto game
Trying to do my thang
Won't be no bullshit, no ass kissing
'cause bitch, I'll have you waking up
With all your cash missing, I'm askin'
As if I'm qualified, to analyze
You looking at a bitch that specialize in telling lies
She got a body that make a mutha-f*cka fantasize
Her face ain't never shed a tear through her Skandalouz eyes
Blushin' , pressuring 'n popin'
Plus I knew she was a freak bitch
So why should it bother me
I've finally been sprung
Addicted to the heat of her tongue
Although, I don't know where she going she's making me cum
I've been trained as a Boss Playa
So hoochie staying, we got some hookers we can toss later
Before I let her get me I got up
Went into her purse and took a hundred dollars
Nigga, I'm so Skandalouz

She so Skandalouz
She so Skandalouz
She so Skandalouz

Dangerous 'n Ambitious while scheming on gettin' riches
I'm spitting at tricks, 'cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches
Currency motivated, not easily terminated
Now that we mad it, my niggas can never be faded
This is my prophecy, I gotta be paid
All you cowards that try to stop me, Are begging for early graves
I thought we was cool, I was a fool
Thinkin' you could be true, when I don't f*ck with your punk crew
These are the tales of my niggas doing time in tha cell
I went from hell to living well
Busting at niggas who said my name in vain
I ain't got no time for them tricks
I'm Heavy in the Game
I want to be a balla please
But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin' me
I'm totein' free on the highway
Formulating plans, I can't wait till I see L.A.

She so Skandalouz
She so Skandalouz
She so Skandalouz
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Writer: DELMER DREW ARNAUD, TUPAC SHAKUR
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




Got My Mind Made Up

Dat Nigga Daz]

You find an MC like me who's strong
we leavin' muthaf*cka's aborted
with no verbal support
when I command the microphone
I gets deadly as Congo
with a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on thou
who can we stand, the more power of game
and make it possible for me to drop
a few to wrecks ya brain
imagine to keep on wishin' upon a star
finally realizing who the f*ck you are
when I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded,
would it be the greatest MC of all time
when I created rhyme for the simple fact
when I attack the [?clubs?] be tired
my attempts to ride
every time all night
I faced with the scars beyond
this beam or bar
for me to put down my guard
I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
breakin' in gas with the six eight all day
in an out, with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies...

[Tupac]

So mandatory my elevation
my lyrics like orientation
so you can be more familiar
with tha nigga you facin'
we must be based on nothin'
better than communication
known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
sorry I left that ass waitin'
no more procrastination
give up to fate, and get that ass shakin'
I'm bustin' and makin muthaf*cka's panic
don't take ya life for granted
put that ass in the dirt
you swear the bitch was planted
my lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
but thugged out, forgive me Janet
who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls
you know, the way the games get told
yo two years ago, a friend of mine
told me alazhay and Chrystal
blows your mind
bear witness to the dopest f*ckin' rhyme I wrote
takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat

[Method Man]

I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]
get in get in too [get on it]
let it ride [get wit it]
tonight's tha night
I got my mind made up, come on...
get in get in too
let it ride
tonight's tha night

[Kurupt]

Well I comes through with two packs
of tha bomb pro-folax
for protection
so my f*ckin sac won't collapse
cause nowadays, shits evading the x-rays
sending young muthaf*cka's to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my hearts as cold as the tundra
electryfing like thunder
I'm just too much
rough and raw with that mutha f*ckin' poisonous touch
I'm a
MC with lyrics that's tha f*ckin' Bomb Bay
ya got dissed, that's before it's in cast like Bob May
My rhymes
I leave a mark on ya mind
as the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pimes
there's no escape
na I ain't blastin' I use my mental
to assassinate assassin's
for those askin'
opposed to laughin'
raw maniacal villian
laughter enhances the chances of tha killin'
why is that ?
cause smilin' faces decieve
you best believe
to MC's, I'm the deadliest disease
my thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night
is when I defeat and ignite Mic's
my verbal snipe, your vocabal site
I'm out tha cut, uncut
and raw with no clause fall
so all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
the raider rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
to LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
as your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
beware, second, prepare to enter verbal combat

[Method Man]

F*ck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
like Hitler
stickin' up Jews wit German missles
the mister Mef Tical from Staton Isle
will be back after this message
don't touch tha dial
rarely do you see and MC out for justice
got my gun powder and my musket
Blauw!
mellons get swellin', I paint mental pictures like Magellen
half of my clan, repeat felons
niggas best protect they joint tha nine nickel
man I stay on point like icicles
now who want to test Tical
then test Tical
all up in ya muthaf*ckin' mouth
head banga boogie
catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can't fool me
better take one and pass or that's that ass
your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

[Redman]
a yo
lyrical gas spittin' tha criminal tactics
non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
let's face it, there's no replacement
taste this, mad underground basement
shit I'm laced with
avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm spliffted
Funk Doctor who spot bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
to get the fresh package of bless
tha dogs can't fetch
got the clear spot from tha rear block
two plus til every nigga tear drop
men I fear not
hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop
since ya crew suit you to shift
now you claim that you get's lot
with this underground cannibis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
the proceeds like Key's
my degrees freeze cause secondtively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
so I erase the whole front row at your wake
I plan my escape in case J or a snake bust it
I'm tha one pushin' a hurst in the first place
confidence for you shaky ass folks
pump for Rockafeller for the day he got smoked
choke, off this anecdope got you ope, zeros
by my lyrical Billy Dee forty-five colt

And I'm out for nine nickel

INS tha rebel

West, list this, this, this
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Writer: DELMER DREW ARNAUD, RICARDO BROWN, TUPAC SHAKUR
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




How Do U Want It

[KC and JoJo of Jodeci] 2X

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

(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 eleviate 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
F**k 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] 2X

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

(Tupac)

Tell me is it cool to f**k ?
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 muthaf**ker
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 hell
With only a few of us to live to tell
Now everybody talken about us
I could give a f**k
I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it.....

[KC and JoJo] 2X

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

(Tupac)

Raised as a youth
Tell truth
I 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 f**ken 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] 8X

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
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted

[Snoop] Up out of there
[Tupac] (chuckles)
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
[Snoop] Pump that up G
[Tupac] Ahh shit, you done f*cked up now
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
You done put two of America's
Most wanted in the same
Motherf*ckin place at the same
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Motherf*ckin time, hahahahah
Y'all niggaz about to feel this
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Break out the champagne glasses
And the motherf*ckin condoms
Have one on us aight??
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party

[Tupac, Snoop]

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my f*ckin homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs

Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome
Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine
So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit

So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherf*ckers catchin cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin
Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish

I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And I, think I got a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherf*cker

Now follow as we riiiiide
Motherf*ck the rest, two of the best from the West side
And I can make you famous
Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin these, motherf*ckin G's
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted

[Chorus:]
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
[Tupac] Nuthin but a gangsta party...
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
It ain't nuthin but a
Motherf*ckin gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
It ain't nuthin but a
Motherf*ckin gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party

[Tupac, Snoop]

Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards f*ck wit me
I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what??
There ain't no mercy motherf*ckers who can fade the Thugs
(hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player

It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin
Everybody in the party doin dope slangin
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl
Ya doing ya job, every day
And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids

They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block
Schemes for currency and doe related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted

[Chorus w/ variations to end]
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




No More Pain

Hey DeVante
Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country
Me and you, up in the same motherf*ckin' room
On the same level
This shit here
Please, no more pain
That's right nigga
Hey drop that shit boy

My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes
My lyrics explode on contact, gamin' you hoes
Who else but Mama's only son, f*ck the phony niggas I'm the one
Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire
When ready, stay watchin' our figure, increase speed
Make you motherf*ckers bleed from your mouth quicker
Plus all these niggas that you run with
Be on some dumb shit
Trickin' on hoes, I ain't the one bitch
Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick
Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick
Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
I'm movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis
Am I reachin' your brain? Nigga how can I explain?
How vicious this Thug motherf*cker came
When I die, I want to be a living legend, say my name
Affiliated with this motherf*ckin' game, with no more pain

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

Line up my adversaries, blast on sight, and f*ck your boyfriend
Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo
Alize and Cristal, weed
Sure you heard of all the the freaky shit they say about me, huh
Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast
I dare you niggas to open fire, I'll murder that ass
And disappear before the cops come runnin'
My Glock's spittin' rounds
Niggas fallin' down clutchin' they stomach
It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggas on the rise
Busters shot me five times, real niggas don't die
Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me
Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me
My only fear of death is reincarnation
Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation
And feelin' no more pain

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

Bury me that's what they all say
It's time to make a killin' sure to make a million with DeVante
Bitch I know you want me, what your mouth say?
Now, watch your eyes
You don't wanna get with me, that's a lie
I got my hands on your hips, no time to bullshit
Freaky bitch, come give me kiss
Tell them niggas from other areas, brothers from here
So obsessed with this money makin' it ain't nothin' we fear
Now they label me a troublemaker, 'cause I'm a ridah
Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya
Mama made me rugged, Baptize the public
Now you all thugs, nigga don't you love it
It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must
Wasn't too sure what you facin' so watch the guns bust
You niggas'll bleed, f*ckin with me you'll be deceased
Never restin' in peace nigga, with no more pain

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

Say Thug life baby
(Hardcore from the brain)
Death Row
So what you motherf*ckers do?
Hey that's DeVante droppin that beat like that biatch
In case you wonderin'
Hey jealous niggas
See y'all niggas
Motherf*ckin' niggas are shit
Hey

Westside!
Death to everybody that ain't down with me
That's on, feel me?
Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean
Just feel that
Thug Life
Shit don't stop
Well you're full beside you've had Downs Syndrome, motherf*ckers
Weak ass niggaz, skanless cunts, f*ckin C.E.O.s
Put your mouth on this pistol nigga
Put your mouth on the pistol!
Yeah nigga no more pain
Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made me worse
Feel me nigga
No more pain
Hey DeVante I'm givin these motherf*ckers choices
Niggas can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us
That's on you nigga, what you wanna do?
Last year we was lettin these niggas kick up dust
This year you motherf*ckers gonna be dust
Thug Life nigga Westside!
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Writer: DONALD DEGRATE, DONALD EARLE DE GRATE, ROBERT F DIGGS, CLIFFORD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




Heartz Of Men

Ah, Suge what did I tell you nigga,
When I come out of jail what was I gonna do
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right
Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga
Them binoculars

Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride
Grab your bullet proof vest nigga
'Cause its gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna tell you niggas
How its like on this side
The real side
Now on this ride its gonna be some real mutha-f*ckas
And there is gonna be some pussys
Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with
Money and bitches
The pussys are gonna be the niggas
On the floor bleeding
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize
'Cause the ride gets tricky
See you got some niggas on your side
That say they your friends But in real life they your enemies
And then you got some mutha-f*ckas that say they your enemies
But in real life they eyes is on your money
See the enemies say the truth
But in real life those niggas will be the snitches
Its a dirty game y'all
Y'all got ta be careful about who you f*ck with
And who you don't f*ck with
'Cause the shit get wild y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, Baby
Keep your mind on your riches

9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me
From the hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise than a liar and cowards die
My mama told me When I was to see
Just a vicious mutha f*cker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver when I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waiting for some thug shit that's what they tell me
So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary bitches
Like the south bore you bit less
And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a G
I rip the crowd then I start again
Internally I live in sin until the moment
That they let me breathe again
The heartz of men

The Heartz of Men
My lyrical verge with so much pain that
To some niggas it hurts My guns bust
And if you ain't one of us it gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll and fly mode
I'm an homicidal outlaw and five-o get your lights on
Fight long, tonights gonna be a f*cking fight so we might roll
My own homies saying I'm heart less
But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless
Drive-by and niggas bow down
I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if your thugged out
First nigga act up first nigga getting drugged out
I can be a villain if yeah let me
I'll Mutha f*ck yeah if yeah too upset me
Tell the cops to come and get me
Rip the crowd like a phone number
Start again, don't have no mutha f*ckin' friends nigga
Look inside the heartz of men

In The Heartz of Men
In The Heartz of Men

To all me niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and f*ck a punk bitch
No longer living in fear my pistol close in hand
Convinced this is my year like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a Don
If niggas is having problems smoke fire and bomb them
I died and came back,
I hustle with these lyrics as if its a game of crack
Thugishness is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowing scar'd up but still flowing
Energized and still going
Uh, can it be fate that makes a sick mutha f*cka break
On these jealous ass coward 'cause they evil and fake
What will it take?
Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed
Deathrow baby don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga beat and let me start again
Represent cause I've been sent
The heartz of men
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Writer: BERNARD WORRELL, CLARENCE EUGENE HASKINS, DAVID MARVIN BLAKE, GEORGE JR. CLINTON, PRINCE ROGERS NELSON, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Life Goes On

Chorus
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie
If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas
we tha last ones left
but life goes on.....

How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie
If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas
we tha last ones left
but life goes on....


As I bail through tha empty halls
breath stinkin'
in my draws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'all
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he's getting by
It's time to worry
another brotha
nobody cry
life as a baller
alchol and booty calls
we usta do them as adolecents
do you recall ?
raised as G's
loc'ed out and blazed the weed
get on tha roof
let's get smoked out
and blaze with me
2' in tha morning
and we still high assed out
screamin' 'thug till I die'
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin'
'I don't wanna die all alone'
but now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death
i'm drinkin' Hennessy
while tryin' ta make it last
I drink a 5th for that ass
when you pass...
cause life goes on



Chorus
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie
If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas
we tha last ones left
but life goes on....

How many brothas fell victims to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie
If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas
we tha last ones left
and life goes on....


Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell
ya blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fair time
won't see parole
imagine life as a convict
that's getten' old
plus with tha drama
we're lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
life in tha hood...
is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties
Me and you
No true a two
while schemeing on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest nigga
cause I ain't worried
eyes bluried
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball till' my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato, we're meant to rest in peace
Thug till I die



Chorus
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie
If I told ya that I never thought of death
my nigga
we tha last ones left
and life goes on....

How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie
If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas
we tha last ones left
cause life goes on....


Bury me smilin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let tha hoes that I usta know
from way before
kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don't get in
tell all my people i'm a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outlaws
let me ride
until I get free
I live my life in tha fast lane
got police chasen me
to my niggas from old blocks
from old crews
niggas that guided me through
back in tha old school
pour out some liquor
have a toast for tha homies
see we both gotta die
but ya chose to go before me
and brothas miss ya while you're gone
you left your nigga on his own
how long we mourn
life goes on...



Chorus - repeats
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie
If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas
we tha last ones left
but life goes on....

(sung overtop repeating chorus)


Life goes on homie
gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel ya nigga, trust me
I feel ya
You know what I mean
last year
we poured out liquor for ya
this year nigga, life goes on
we're gonna clock now
get money
evade bitches
evade tricks
give players plenty space
and basicaly just represent for you baby
next time you see your niggas
your gonna be on top nigga
their gonna be like,
'Goddamn, them niggas came up'
that's right baby
life goes on....
and we up out this bitch
hey Kato, Mental
y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there
don't front
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Writer: Tupac Amaru Shakur, Johnny Lee Jackson, Joseph B. Jefferson, Charles B. Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




Only God Can Judge Me

Tupac Talking]

Only God Can Judge Me
(is that right)
Nobody else, Nobody else
All you other muthaf*ckas
Get out of my business


(Tupac)


Perhaps, I was blind to tha facts
Stabbed in tha back
I Couldn't trust my own homies
just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed
paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus
But I can't see
And in my mind
I'm a, blind man doin' time
Look to my future
cause my past is all behind me
Is it a crime
to fight for what is mine
Everybodies dyin'
Tell me, Whats the use of tryin'
I've been trapped since birth
Cautious, cause I'm cursed
and fantansies of my family
in a hearse
And they say
It's the white man
I should fear
But, it's my own kind
Doin' all the killin' here
I can't lie
Ain't no love, for the other side
Jealousy inside
Make 'em wish I died
Oh my lord
Tell me what I'm livin' for
Everybodies droppin'
got me knockin' on heaven's door
And all my memories
is seeing brothas bleed
And everybody grieves
But still nobody sees
regulate your thoughts
Don't get caught up in tha mix
cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can Judge me....



Chorus
Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several times)

(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 breathe
something evil's in my I-V
Cuz everytime I breathe
I think they're killing me
I'm having nightmares
Homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin'
Danglin'
from my bed sheets
I call the nurse
cuz it hurts
To reminisce
How could it come to this ?
I wish they dind'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 cemetary
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 f*ck peace
cuz the streets got our babies
We got to eat
No more hesitation
each and every black males trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal
walkin' around strapped
It's the police
please try to see to this
there's a million mutha-f*ckas
Stressing just like me
Only God can Judge Me.....



Chorus
Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several times)

Powers that judge can not kill me
but only make me stronger
I don't see why everybody gotta feel
as thou that they gotta tell me how to live my life,
Let me live baby
Let me live


(Rappin 4-Tay)


Pac I feel yah
Keep servin' it on the real ya
For instance, sayin'
Playa hatin' marks wanna kill yah
Would you be wrong
For bucking a nigga into the pavement
He gonna get me first
If I don't get him
If you better start praying
Ain't no such thing
As, self defence
In the court of law
So Judges when we get to where were gonna
we're in the cross
that's real
Gotti, lurk thee
Creep tha f*ck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes
No everybody want him
Now talkin' behind my back
Like, a bitch would
Tellin' them niggas, "you can fade us"
Punk, I wish you would
It be the same mutha-f*ckas in your face
gotta rush up in your place
to get your safe
Knowing you on that paper chase
grass, glass
Big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fine
I already sold a key of ounce
Bitch
Remember Tupac and 4-Tay
The same two brothas dodgin' bullets
And represtin' the Bay
Pac when you was locked down
That's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts
so sick but they try to clown
that's why they ride the band-wagon
Still we draggin' sellin' live
Don't think I don't see you playa haters
I know you all wear disguises


(Tupac)


Guess you figure you know me
cuz I'm a thug
that love to hit the late night club
drinkin' buzz
living lavish like a playa all day
I'm 'bout to floss 'em off
Playa stick with 4-Tay


Chorus
Only God Can Judge Me
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Tupac Amaru Shakur, Harold A. Fretty, Douglas B. Rasheed, Anthony Forte
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Tradin War Stories

A military mind, nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind, nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker
Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger
Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggas
Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
And fear of man grow on trees
Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
So niggas whisper when they mention
Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure
Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers
Hits fall, we thug niggas and we came in packs
Every one of niggas strapped sippin' on 'nac
In the back, my AR-15
Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin' thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin'
Fat as that ass that honey shakin'

My niggas tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit
They call it overthuggin and shit
But I was just a younger nigga
Gettin' older and lovin' this shit
But what was I doin' in this place?
To the fakes without a pistol in the first
Facin' termination in the worst
But I figured to play the wall, to watch all these
Playa hatin niggas position for I could see 'em all
Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you
But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin' to tell you

Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin' greenery
Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out
And why I do it the ridin and smokin'
Collidin' with foes in the worst place
Y'all shouldn'ta f*cked with us, in the first place
Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters
Y'all don't want no funk 'cause
Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

I breaks them off with this gangsta war story tale
Stacking loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12
Slap my clip in the chamber, fool, your life's in danger
No one will remain when I come through dumping insane
Call me Bowl of Major Pain, gun-slang and moving 'caine
I be the nigga that's pulling the trigger and dumping the hollow points in your brain
More bigger balls than RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball
We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
Never been no sign for men call
How we bucks them down on the way to the ground
Ain't nothing but the hog in me
Bust off his dildo, killin' up hoes and keep mobbin' G
It ain't no calling the funk off
Don't be funking with my sawed off
Bust they dirty-ass drawers off
And had them bitch niggas hauled off

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay
Ain't nothing on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
I'm reminiscing, and catchin' flashbacks
When niggas ran up in my house
And I was too young, to try to blast back
What happend then? No one would tell me since I was three
Heard that God took my peoples, now they living somewhere free
But f*ck that, you got what's mines and I want that
Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
And now I'm sitting, holding in anger because my parents missing
Thugging Immortal, got some war stories for you

Now look at me straight Outlaw Immortal
Never gave a f*ck 'cause I was nobody's daughter
Outlawing from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
'Cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, nigga
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
When I got you on kay-nine-fourths
Prayin' to God as your life goes back and forth

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories

War stories nigga
What players do
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherf*cking 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me?
Just so you know
It's on Death Row
My niggas love that shit
Dramacydal in this motherf*cker
Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggas Fatal and Felony
C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: MUTAH W. BEALE, KATARI T. COX, MALCOLM GREENIDGE, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR, JAMES BROWN, BETTY NEWSOME, SHAWN A. THOMPSON, MICHAEL MOSLEY, RICARDO THOMAS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, ST MUSIC LLC




California Love Remix

California love!


Chorus -- Roger Troutman
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 Ness
The track hits ya eardrum, like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We 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' pay
Throw up a finger if ya' feel the same way
Dre puttin' it down for
Californ-i-a.



Chorus -- Roger Troutman
California....knows how to party
California....knows how to party
In tha citaaay of LA
In tha citaaay of good ol' Watts
In tha citaaay of Compton
We Keep it Rockin'
We Keep it Rockin'

(Dre)


Yeah, now make it shake! come on!



Chorus #2 -- Roger Troutman
Shake Shake it baby
Shake Shake it, Shake it baby
Shake Shake it, Shake it Cali
(Shake it Cali)
Shake Shake it baby
Shake Shake it
Shake Shake it mama
Shake it Cali

(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 alcohol
the life of a west side playa'
where cowards die, it's our ball
Only 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 do.
Flossin' but havin' caution
we can lie with other crews.
Famous because we program
worldwide
let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rose Grands
Bumpin' 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 down
Give me love!



Chorus -- Roger Troutman
California.....knows how to party
California.....knows how to party
In tha Citaaay of LA
In tha Citaaay of good ol' Watts
In tha City of Compton
We keep it Rockin'
We Keep it Rockin'

(Dre)


yeah, yeah now make it shake...uuhhh



Chorus #2 -- Roger Troutman (2X)
Shake Shake it baby
Shake Shake it
Shake Shake it mama, Shake it Cali
(Shake it Cali)
Shake Shake it baby
(Shake it Cali)
Shake Shake it
Shake Shake it mama
(West Coast)
Shake it Cali

(Dre)


uh, yeah, uh, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh, yeah
Oaktown
Oakland definately in tha house (hahaha)
Frisko, Frisko
(Tupac) hey, you know LA up in this
Pasadina, where you at ?
yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
(Tupac) even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece baby
Sacramento, Sacramento where you at ?
yeah


(Tupac)


Throw it up y'all, throw it up, throw it up!
I can't see ya! (California Love!)
Let's show these fools how we do it on this west side
Cause you and I know it's tha best side


(Dre)


yeah, That's riight
west coast, west coast
uh, California Love
California Love
yeah



Chorus -- Roger Troutman
California...knows how to party. (Yeah)
California...knows how to party. (Where they at ?)
In the citaaay of L.A. (South Central, uh)
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts (Yeah, yeah!)
In the citaaay, the city of Compton.
We keep it rockin!
We keep'em rockin!
Just come on
Shake Shake it baby baby baby
Shake it Mama, Shake it Mama, Shake it Mama

The Richter scale
talken about an earthquake on the Richter scale
mmmmmoooooooooooiiiiii
in the city of Compton, city of Compton
Where tha girls shake their booties
Shake it Mama, Shake it baby, Shake, Shake it baby
Shake Shake it.
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Andre Romell Young, Roger Troutman, Larry Troutman, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Christopher Stainton, Ronnie Hudson, Mikel Hooks, Joe Cocker
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, T.R.O. INC.




I Aint Mad At Cha

Change... Shit,
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it takes
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 talked 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-f*ck
Yeah, niggas
Cuz, I ain't mad at cha


Now, we were 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 the [?Wide Eight?]
and hit the hood stroll
remember when ya had a Jerry 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
I 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-f*cka
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-f*cka 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 cha



Chorus -- 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
reminiscin'
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 f*cked 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 cha



Chorus -- 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 convalescent
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 cha



Chorus -- 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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Writer: Delmar Arnaud, Danny Steward, Tupac Shakur, Etterlene Jordan
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP




Whatz Ya Phone

What'z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes.
It's instrumental.
Waitin for the nyphos.
That's the intro.
Shook when ya rush me.
Walked up and touched me.
Why? Do you want to f*ck me?
Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True.
Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit.
I wonder if your wild and ya act shy.
Do you like to be on top or the back side?
Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips.
Goddamn, I love that shit.
Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now.
I got a room and a hard on. Still down?
Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes.
Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes.
When we head for my hideout, act right.
Boss playa when I ride out, that's right.
What'z ya phone number?

If you really wanna f*ck with me, I'm ready.
Baby, let me give you a call.
How long will it take to break you off?
(Repeat once more)


Oh shit, baby is a dime piece.
Wanted this fine seat.
Personally rushed [???]
If I see ya right.
Now she can get me hard
Didn't wanna talk to me, till she see my car.
Never had sex with a rich rap star
Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car.
Tell me, why do we live this way?
Money over bitches.
Let me hear you say:
What'z your phone number?
Are you alone?
Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone.
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 Outlaws play.
What'z ya phone number.


Chorus repeats 2X


(Girl and Tupac converse)
G:Hello?
2:Hello? who is this?
G:Is this Tupac?
2:This is who?
G:Is this Tupac?
2:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who this?
G:Hi baby. How are you?
2:I'm aiight. What'z up baby?
G:You don't recognize the voice?
2:You recognize my voice, huh?
G:Do you recognize MY voice?
2:Nah, I know you?
G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin.
2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from?
G:You just know me, baby.
2:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you.
G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate.
2:Ooh, we f*cked?
G:Oh baby, did we ever.
2:Oh, tell me about it baby.
G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and
stroked it up and down.
2:OOOOH!
G:Then I put it in my mouth. I f*cked it.
2:Ooh, you did.
G:Ooh, I did.
2:Shit!
G:F*cked it and f*cked it. Put me in. You came.
2:Did I come?
G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet?
2:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out.
What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy?
G:You rocked it.
2:Did I?
G:Yeah, you did.
2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion?
G:Mmmmmm
2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though?
G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted.
2:How many you got?
G:I got ten. But only one is workin.
2:Oh, well can I come over there?
G:If you want to.
2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and
wipe his ass with a rabbit.
G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby?
2:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby.
G:Like you did before?
2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real.
G:Mmmm, baby.
2:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500.
It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles.
Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little
bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy
to the next week.
G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out.
2:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on
your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole
feel the best.
G:You know which hole feel the best.
2:We fin to see tonight, though.
G:I'm gon make you remember me.
2:Oh, yeah.
G:Yeah.
2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me
so f*cked up. I'm playin with myself and shit.
G:Can I shift your gear
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: JOHNNY LEE JACKSON, PRINCE ROGERS NELSON, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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All Eyez on Me is the fourth and final studio album by American rapper 2Pac to be released during his lifetime. Released on February 13, 1996, by Death Row and Interscope Records, the album features guest appearances from Dr. Dre, Snoop Doggy Dogg, Redman, Method Man, Nate Dogg, Kurupt, Daz Dillinger, E-40, K-Ci & JoJo, and the Outlawz, among others.

The album features productions by Shakur alongside a variety of producers including DJ Quik, Johnny "J", Dr. Dre, DJ Bobcat, Dat Nigga Daz, Mr. Dalvin, DJ Pooh, DeVante Swing, among others. The album was mixed by DJ Quik. It was the only Death Row/Interscope release that was distributed through PolyGram in the United States.

A gangsta rap album, 2Pac raps about his experiences of living in poverty and in luxury; critics particularly note that 2Pac widely diverges from the social and political consciousness of 2Pacalypse Now (1991) and Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993). The album includes the Billboard Hot 100 number-one singles "How Do U Want It" (featuring K-Ci and JoJo) and "California Love" (with Dr. Dre, featuring Roger Troutman) and the hip-hop ballad "I Ain't Mad at Cha", along with the Snoop Doggy Dogg collaboration "2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted" as a promotional single. It featured four singles in all, the most of any of Shakur's albums. Moreover, All Eyez on Me made history as the first ever double-full-length hip-hop solo studio album released for mass consumption globally.

All Eyez on Me was the second album by 2Pac to chart at number one on both the Billboard 200 and the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums charts, selling 566,000 copies in the first week. Seven months later, 2Pac was fatally wounded in a drive-by shooting. The album won the 1997 Soul Train Music Award for Rap Album of the Year posthumously, and was also posthumously nominated for Best Rap Album at the 39th Grammy Awards in 1997. Shakur also won the award for Favorite Rap/Hip-Hop Artist at the American Music Awards of 1997.

Upon release, All Eyez on Me received instant critical acclaim, and it has been ranked by critics as one of the greatest hip hop albums, as well as one of the greatest albums of all time. It was certified Diamond by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in 2014, with shipments of over 5 million copies (each disc in the double album counted as a separate unit for certification), and in 2020 was ranked 436th on Rolling Stone's updated list of the 500 Greatest Albums of All Time.
Performed By: Tupac Shakur
Genre(s): West Coast hip hop, gangsta rap, G-funk
Producer(s): Suge Knight (exec.), 2Pac, DJ Bobcat, Dat Nigga Daz, DeVante Swing, DJ Pooh, DJ Quik, Doug Rasheed, Dr. Dre, Johnny "J", Mike Mosley, QDIII, Rick Rock
Length: 132:20
Released: February 13th, 1996
Year: 1996

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