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Saturday, July 2, 2011

2Pac - Road To Glory Lyrics

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2Pac - Road To Glory (Dedication to Mike Tyson)

my road to glory is filled with thorns
fluent thoughts from my brain and i train to remain strong
they said i couldn’t do it
lock me in chains til i
my struggles closer to the pain of a trained killer
please believe that i’ll never be shamed again
but can i be the next heavyweight champion?
call me crazy but no one can fade me
i’m the product of the projects
lost and crazy
throw your hands up mr. bruno, why?
big mike tyson bout to brutalize that ass tonight
no hesitation in front of the whole nation
i beat that ass so bad i probably violate probation
through demonstration as i strategize information
intend to kill so it’s real like i’m catching cases
ha-ha

let the world know i plan to die
if i don’t leave with what i came for i’ll be denied

[chorus]

now, my first round is for the times that i sit in this cell
the second round is for the media and the lies they tell
my third round is for the pain that i felt inside
best recognize i won’t be denied, when we ride

my first round is for the times that i sit in this cell
the second round is for the media and the lies they tell
my third round is for the pain that i felt inside
best recognize i won’t be denied, when we ride
(repeated)

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

2Pac & Nas - And 2Morrow (D-Ace Remix) Lyrics

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2Pac & Nas - And 2Morrow (D-Ace Remix)

[Nas: Verse 1]
I was young, I was surviving the times
Waiting for my moment, I was destined to shine
Little Ray had an NXX, I was hoping I’m next
Wanting bracelets, never had a rope on my neck
Unless I was holding Taiyeh chain, Rest In Peace
Even though that night you flipped on us
You warned us
If you came back and we still on the corners,
We goners, moving on to
Move your arm in your watch
To another time on the block
‘Cause this 40 Side Where they said Shorty rhyme
Tragedy, he used to come through all the time
I’m talking Juice Crew, not what the word define
He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine
That was my first crush, I bought my first mic
I wrote my first verse, I was about nine
I was about mine, fantasize house-buying
Met Paul, he wore some big glasses
Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived
I was happy, just getting some answers
I ain’t even know what a record advance was
I’m seeing hoes sex in the studio bathroom
With rap dudes, thinking wow she moved me
Same girl then, right now’s a groupie
Back then, she was like the star in the movie
Large jewelry and expensive Gucci
Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me
Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
Eric B man looking like touch-it-he-shoot-me
You see, every time Ra didn’t show
I get to record demos at attempts to blow
I wonder could they tell, how did they know
Sixteen years later, here I go

[Chorus]

[Nas: Verse 2]
I’m with Akinyele in the street, trying to get us a deal
G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold Chill
But Fly Ty didn’t have the contract we wanted
Clark Kent just signed Das, he didn’t want us
Russell said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted
Reef and Matty C offered me a little money
Shit a little funny, feel a little laughter
Rebel of Hip-Hop coming through a white rapper
My boy MC Serch nevertheless
Took me to Columbia, back then CBS
Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man
Now bugging because the label had just dropped Def Jam
Could you picture Russell needing a check, man
But he smart, he plotted a plan for Polygram
Life is ill, again life’s a movie
Then, the roster’s: Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees
Before I sold records, no promotion
The rap world like, what’s all this commotion
Went plat’, mad bottles I’m toasting
20/20 hindsight, but how did they know then

[Chorus]

[2Pac: Verse 3]
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I’m tired of bein’ poor & even worse I’m black
my stomach hurts so I’m lookin’ for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he’s a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship ‘em dope & let ‘em deal the brothers
give ‘em guns step back watch ‘em kill each other
It’s time to fight back that’s what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey’s dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin’ changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that’s how it’s supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he’s close to me?
I’d love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that’s the way it is

[Nas: Verse 4]
Invincible, lyrical, miracle man, huh
But back to the matter at hand
‘Cause ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five
Some cats didn’t make it alive
Dated some stars but respect their privacy
Copped mad cars, laying back in the driver’s seat
Held myself down, just steering the wheel
Here I am, completed my whole record deal

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

2 Pac - The New Untouchables Lyrics

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2 Pac - The New Untouchables (Ft. Snoop Dogg, The Outlawz)

And the niggers with the click click boom they kiss the rear
And like a fellow returns to us … he speaks
Cause I’m the most slept on, west side
… motherfucking untouchables with the lbc click nigger, bad boy killing
Put your guns down nigger, we are motherfucking untouchable
West side, outlaw thug life, … motherfucking, … motherfucking see, what does he like?...
You know
You turning an individual suffer with the jail … inhale making you forget the money
Money it seems young black things triple beans dreams make them
…. Fucking make a million, …from the top of the building, I brick them …
I could see it with my eyes right, it wasn’t hustle, it’s a pig that don’t fly right?
You got them like hit the … turn them into motherfucking thugs nigger
They’ll be … come bear with me, hang with us, same niggers go to jail with me
Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol,
And blow your brains out, pull it my every word like I bullet hollow point stab
Burn niggers till they feel it … try to rock, thinking about no limitation, no coming off
Dealing with everybody running off, they get the gas smack cracks out my gun ball
Holes in your body and blood all over your clothes
Cause money makes Earth what it’s working hurt
Doing dirt they spit it, you can borrow, I mean it
Any … confrontation on currency, … stacking while I’m acting all low

…we see it it’s a no no
Talking what you don’t know and you won’t know
Heat holds me down, my … hold me down
Cause I put the rush … nigger we bust em up
Cop… ready to blow your block off the map
Thug life nigger live with us cops trying to get us but they can’t

When you … money, you gotta always check your game
… maintain cause this game is a cold thang, can you dig it man?
The show man, I wish I had your game, look at young dog do your own thang
Them bitch ass niggers … buck em no, stay real, watch yourself and untouchable
See that’s what’s wrong with you niggers, man
But … me and my dogs wanna fuck that
We’re just paper chasing, we’re no maintenance
Are you relaying to this shit we’re creating?
I’m a thug …
Like I bury the dog …closer
…it’s called the layout
… we gotta take out here
…time to execute, aim for the … is you, that was cool when you died, nobody kept the truth

Niggers play us, getting paper is a blackjack
But … that’s what we go, wanna do dreaming the scheme and know living untouchable
Well it’s to all you … are we untouchable, bringing the rockers to all you …
But now we play, as far as we play

…Many different ways…
Fuck with outlaws is crazy, they cut like … who is it the shot, get down …
…walk with safety, if you’re shaky, heard about … play no jail straight here.

Monday, November 22, 2010

2Pac - Military Minds Lyrics ft. Busta Rhymes, Notorious BIG, Diddy

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2Pac, Busta Rhymes, Notorious BIG, Diddy - Military Minds

One, one two
Check me out right here yo

[Verse 1: The Notorious BIG]

In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of *satan*, they say my killins too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, m to the iz-h phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike
Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me castro, my rap flows
Militant, yall faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, frank white

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? [2x]
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
[repeat all 2x]

[Verse 2: Tupac Shakur]

Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme [echo]
Introduce a drug called crack
To us ghetto teens [echo]
Got a law for raw niggas now
Playa what it be like? [echo]
When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo]
Can't seem to focus
Hopeless
With violent thoughts
I wrote this
Got these devils petrified
Hiding from my hocus pocus
And so I learned to earn my currency
And over time [echo]
Affiliated
Clearly click a military mind [echo]
May god forgive us
Though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealing
From the womb to the block [echo]
My live mind got me surviving 5 shots [echo]
My 45 got me fortified with live rounds
When shit stick
We plot hits
When our block spits
All hail
Out on bail
Wrath of 2pacalypse [echo]
Forever ghetto
Necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw thug niggas
Never left the boot camp

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? [2x]
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
[repeat all 2x]


[Verse 3: puff daddy]

Put your money on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later dog, I'ma get my stash on
there's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion to go platinum
Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone
ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-d, rollin on your tape or cd
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in houston like scarface produced em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be

[Verse 4: The Notorious BIG]

We got the shit, mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, franks the crook from the brook
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, peniro, sheek louch
Black rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, with just mase and em
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the island cayman, yall just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Nother day in the life of the commission