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Tupac Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) Brenda's Got A Baby Brenda's got a Baby Brenda's got a Baby I hear Brenda's got a baby But, Brenda's barely got a brain A damn shame The girl can hardly spell her name (That's not our problem, that's up to Brenda's family) Well let me show ya how it affects the whole community Now Brenda really never knew her moms and her dad was a junky Went in death to his arms, it's sad Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know Just cause your in the ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation Brenda got herself a boyfriend Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch the joy end She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she Went out and had a church of kids As long as when the check came they got first dibs Now Brenda's belly is gettin bigger But no one seems to notice any change in her figure She's 12 years old and she's having a baby In love with the molester, who's sexing her crazy And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever And dreams of a world with the two of them are together, whatever He left her and she had the baby solo, she had it on the bathroom floor And didn't know so, she didn't know, what to throw away and what to keep She wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heep I guess she thought she'd get away Wouldn't hear the cries She didn't realize How much the the little baby had her eyes Now the baby's in the trash heep balling Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her calling Brenda wants to run away Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, the social workers here everyday Now Brenda's gotta make her own way Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job She tried to sell crack, but end up getting robbed So now what's next, there ain't nothing left to sell So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell It's paying the rent, so she really can't complain Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby Baby (Don't you know she's got a baby) (Don't you know she's got a baby) (Don't you know she's got a baby) (Don't you know she's got a baby) (Don't you know she's got a baby) (Don't you know she's got a baby) Tupac |
Crooked Ass Nigga Crooked Ass Nigga Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" - [Ice Cube] [machine gun fires] "Got him!" - [Dr. Dre] [2Pac] A smokin ass nigga robbed me blind I got a tech nine now his smokin ass is mine I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now **** the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet Comin quickly up the streets, is the punk ass police The first one jumped out and said, "Freeze!" I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please.. Cause cops should mind they business, when we rush Now you're pleadin like a bitch, cause you don't know how to.. hush.. Now back to the smoker that robbed me I tell you like Latifah, mother****er give me.. body.. One to the chest, another to his ****in dome Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the **** alone Two very bloody bodies on the streets A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me Run from your backup punk, how you figure? My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass niggaz [Pac] Crooked ass niggaz [Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour [Cube] Suddenly I see.. [Eazy] Cri-cri-criminal [Stretch] Now listen to the mack of the crooked nigga trade With the fine criminal mind, cold rips like a blade It's already quick steppin to the niggaz with the props and any mother****er with the flim-flam drops to the knot Ten o'clock, is a mother****in gank move Stretch is Uptown, clockin weight the shit is real smooth A nigga's tryin to play me like he know me but he don't Sittin on ten keys, I'ma get him, think I won't? My nigga 2Pac, got the ****in Glock cocked, and he's ready When the kid, didn't even bring the weight bag, instead he welcomed us, into his apartment Oh this even better, two to the head, he's dead a clean get-a-WAY! Niggaz got Paid! And yet another sleepin ass nigga got slayed, word up By a crooked mother****er named Stretch And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch.. [Pac] The crooked ass niggaz [Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. [Pac] Yeah.. ya don't stop! Crooked ass niggaz [Eazy] Criminal.. criminal behaviour [Cube] Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like [2Pac] Now I could be a crooked nigga too When I'm rollin with my crew, watch what crooked niggaz, do! I got a nine millimeter Glock pistol I'm ready to get witcha at the drop, of a whistle So make your move, and act like you wanna flip I fire thirteen shots, and pop another clip I bring luck, my Glock's like a ****in mop The more I shot, the more mother****ers dropped And even cops got shot when they rolled up Best to bring a knot, or get popped, I'm a soldier I ain't the type to fetch ya, ask Stretch, he's my witness Smoke til I'm blitzed, **** a mother****in piss test I'm trigger happy, try to 'tack me and I'll drop you quick Long as I got a clip I got some shit to hit em with The nigga killer I get iller when the shit gets thick My brain flips, I start thinkin like a lunatic I rip shit, came equipped with a bigger crew I thought these niggaz knew, I'm a crooked nigga too [Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour [2Pac] Crooked [2Pac] Crooked ass niggaz come in all shapes and sizes They wear disguises, backstabbin's what they specialize in They'll try to getcha, they'll sweatcha to get in the picture And then they hitcha, son of a bitch! Now he's richer Crooked ass nigga.. [Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour [Cube] Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like [Eazy] Criminal behaviour Criminal, criminal, crim Crim-criminal behaviour Criminal behaviour, criminal behaviour.. [machine gun fires] "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" - [Ice Cube] [machine gun fires] "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" - [Ice Cube] [machine gun fires] "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" - [Ice Cube] [Eazy] Criminal behaviour Criminal, criminal, crim Crim-criminal behaviour Criminal beha.. crima-crima-crima Crim-crim, criminal behaviour Criminal behaviour.. "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" - [Ice Cube] [machine gun fires] "Got him!" - [Dr. Dre] "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" - [Ice Cube] [machine gun fires] "Got him!" - [Dr. Dre] "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" - [Ice Cube] [machine gun fires] "Got him!" - [Dr. Dre] Tupac |
Guess Who's Back Guess Who's Back [2Pac] Drop the drums, here it comes, only got Two minutes to bounce, and every second counts Better press, wreck on your tech, here we go, set pass the Moet My trickery's more slippery when wet Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip It'll kick, if the bass line's thick, it's a hit Everybody's got a mic now, its like a hobby But more like a job, cause bootleggers tryin to rob me And little man wants to be a rap, star Make papes, hit skins, drive a fat car It ain't easy, sleazy even Deceivin those we, believe in No benefits, just tricks and chicks Knock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to lick I shoot a gift, til there ain't none left And if I find that the track sound def I catch wreck till I lose my breath That's how it goes in the land of broke I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why? I say, "Hi," and try to stay high Life's a mess don't stress, test.. of givin But be thankful that you're livin.. blessed Guess who's back, comin back with the track supplied By Special Ed and Ak, comin right and exact I'm fightin it back, now snap, where they at? When it's time to go to combat, guess who's back "Yes I'm back" - [Special Ed] "Tupac is" .. back! [2Pac] Drop the drums, here it comes, only got One minute to bounce, and every second counts I went from hustlin dicks, to makin hits, bustin flicks Now I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six I pull my 'capes on tapes, and make, papes Trace the bass, to the tape with the baddest bass to date I try to shake it but the pace is hard to break Good thoughts I wait, cause they hate my black take Yeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap race But if ya got a black face, its a rat race I struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes Tryin to survive in the trials and lawsuits Everybody wants to test me, Why Me? No lie, nuckas cried when they try me Givin up the roughness, justice I'ma bust as I'm rippin up 'nuff hits And guess who's back? No longer trapped Cause I snapped on the ones that held me back, feel the contact Ride the track, get I grip as I flip Ghetto wickedness I kick, guess who's back? "Yes I'm back, cause I never did front" - [cut 'n' scratched] Tupac |
Holla If Ya Hear Me Holla If Ya Hear Me Aww yeah, uhh, uhh Holla if ya hear me, yeah! Here we go, turn it up, let's start From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe We can have peace someday G But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black And accept no substitutes I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then, raise up! Tell my young black males, blaze up! Life's a mess don't stress, test I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed Much love to my brothers in the pen See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in Once again it's an all out scrap Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya Scream, if ya feel me; see it clearly? You're too near me - [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." Pump ya fists like this Holla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed To the sell-outs, livin it up One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh I guess cause I'm black born I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on But it's time for a new plan, BAM! I'll be swingin like a one man, clan Here we go, turn it up, don't stop To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops I'm still around for ya Keepin my sound underground for ya And I'ma throw a change up Quayle, like you never brought my name up Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets They fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps This ain't just a rap song, a black song Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on And look for me in the struggle Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble - [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! Will I quit, will I quit? They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep representin, never give up, on a good thing Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing And now I'm like a major threat Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget Bring the noise, to all my boyz Know the real from the bustas and the decoys And if ya hustle like a real G Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me Learn to survive in the nine-treI make rhyme pay, others make crime pay Whatever it takes to live and stand Cause nobody else'll give a damn So we live like caged beasts Waitin for the day to let the rage free Still me, till they kill me I love it when they fear me - [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [2Pac] You're too near me, to see it clearly [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." "Hard!" .. "The rebel" "Hard!" .. "The rebel" [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "The rebel" Tupac |
If My Homie Calls If My Homie Calls Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played practical jokes on everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on All through high school, girls by the dozens Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't But like the old saying goes Times goes on, and everybody grows Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays In many ways we were paid in the old days So far away from the crazies with AK's And though I been around clowning with the Underground I'm still down with my homies from the hometown And if you need, need anything at all I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call It's a shame, you chose the dope game Now you slang cane on the streets with no name It was plain that your aim was mo' cane You got game now you run with no shame I chose rappin tracks to make stacks In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats But now I don't wanna down my homie No matter how low you go you're not lowly And I, hear that you made a few enemies But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance I'll be there in an instant Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover I'd be no different than the other H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E I'm down to the E-N-D Cause it's a fall in no time at all I'm down for y'all, when my homies call Word, if my homies call Well it's ninety-one and I'm livin kinda swell now But I hear that you're going through some hell pal But life makin records ain't easy It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy But I guess that the streets is harder Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather My homies is making it elsewhere Striving, working nine to five with no health care We both had dreams of being great But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make To be great, I'm giving it all it takes Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes I gotta take, my place or fall from grace The foolish way, the pace is quick and great Smiling face, to hide the trace of heat But my homie would never do me wrong That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on No matter who the foe they must fall Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call... Tupac |
Keep Ya Head Up Keep Ya Head Up Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things are gonna get brighter Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me right And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup And even though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your head up And uhh To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no moYou can't complain you was dealt this hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While tears, is rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's getten older and older and cold From havin the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin Benz I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but please... you got to keep your head up... Tupac |
Last Words Last Words Ice cube's in the mutha-****in' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-****in' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-****in' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-****in' house the nigga you love to hate [Ice Cube] Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror The paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns My uzzie wieghts a mutha-****in' ton Bucking down one, bucking down two, Bucking down your crew, mutha **** you Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black Cause god damn its a brand new payback **** Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga On tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag The nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fag So, keep your mutha-****in' jokes Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs No yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for cars Ice T in the mutha ****in' house Ice T in the mutha ****in' house Ice T in the mutha ****in' house Ice T in the mutha ****in' house Ice T in the mutha ****in' house Ice T in the mutha ****in' house [Ice T] O to the mutha ****in G I break crazy A lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me Mutha **** mutha **** pigs can't stop me UHH, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up (?Hit the mob dope?) So whats up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong **** around and get shot Your moms crying **** her bust her Bitch start screaming to me and I'll dust her Pops got the LP phat, track on hit Laid by the mutha ****in' Bobcat Ninety three suckas want me to go out Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha ****er I'm rich Tupac's in the mutha ****in' house Tupac's in the mutha ****in' house Tupac's in the mutha ****in' house Tupac's in the mutha ****in' house Tupac's in the mutha ****in' house Got any last wordz [Tupac] Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas black Sit back Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back Let 'em come step to a real mutha-****er [Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets? Mutha-****er rednecks all the same Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained That's why we burn shit and wreck Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet You mutha-****as gonna pay the price Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life It's on, the next real nigga fall dead Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head Be prepared for the smoke to bust What niggas need to do is start loc'in up United we stand divided we fall They can shoot one nigga But they can't take us alll Let's get along with the Mexicans And we can all have peace on the sets again Imagine that if it took place [ha ha ha] Keeping the smile off their white fakes I ain't racist but lets trade places Trace the hate 'n face it One nigga teach two niggas Three teach four niggas And them niggas teach more niggas And when we blast That'll be the biggest blast you've heard And them is my last wordz... Tupac |
Pac's Theme (Interlude) Pac's Theme (Interlude) [Statements variously said throughout song.] I was raised in this society so there's no way You can expect me to be a perfect person cuz I'm a do what I'm a do. (I am still thirsty) - Arrested Development (There is absolutly no reason for a record like this to be published. It has no place in our society.) - Dan Quayle (They gotta understand me) (Withdraw on this record) - Dan Quayle That's how I feel I'm a do whatever I like. I am not a role model... Tupac |
Part Time Mutha Part Time Mutha [cutting and scratching] She's a part time A part time Part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time Part time She's a (part time mutha) Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac Now what's that say about, this big epidemic This hypocritical world, and the people in it Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild **** with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles That would be cool, if she was your lover But **** that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother Welfare checks never stepped through the front door Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate Word to the mutha, I'm touched When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed Maybe one day she'll recover But what will it take, to shake, or break My part time mutha I gotta live with a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) I grew up in a home where no-one liked me Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress Just another pest, and yes I was nervous Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this I wanna tell mom, but would she listen She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix in So... now I lay me down to sleep Lord don't let him rape me If he does my soul to keep Don't let the devil take me Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it I gotta tell mom, before she sees me I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though I can't believe the way you call it Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter Time for me to break and find another That's when I discovered The ways of the days of a part time mutha I got a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) Part time A part time A part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong Pat myself on the back and move on Is this just how it is hell no Cuz she came back with the kid and yo I been payin ever since The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent All of my time gets spent at the workplace No time to kiss her got me list in the first place So I do the dishes and clean the floor When I sleep I can't dream anymore Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha And I, change the diapers and clean the shit The tables are turned I can't take this Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha A part time A part time mutha Now I'm a part time mutha I'm a (part time mutha) A part time A part time Part time Now I'ma (part time mutha) She's a part time A part time mutha He's a part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time A part time Part time mutha A part time A part time mutha Pa-pa-pa-part time Pa-pa-pa-part time... Tupac |
Peep Game Peep Game So what the **** you talkin about?! Aw, shit. Goody, goody, gumdrops. Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked. Rock it till the drum stops. Hip hop. Even if my shit flip flop It probably wouldn't stop. Talk shit and get socked. How ya hang em? Know a realer nigga? You could bring him. If I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it. We could sway him. Huh. As if I know ya. Then I could show ya. But if I don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya. So, so peep game At point blank range. The fame can't change what the game maintains. Strange. Wind against the grain. Aw shit. Flick or no flick I trips for no bitch. Catch up on your pimpin. I ain't simpin. I'm a dis her. Couldn't be my sister if she actin like I missed her. Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me. Don't these niggas know that neiter one of y'all can fade me. I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel. But **** wit Tupac and pop goes the weisel. Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas Would jack a motha ****in real nigga cuz they jealous. They do it for the fame. Explain. Insane. What's in a name? What's in a name? Peep game. Punk bitch, how ya like me now? Can't **** around wit the funky style. Put it together like a puzzle builder. If Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' kill ya. Killa Cali. The state where they kill. Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill? The bitches lookin funny. Feel em at me. Feel em at me wit they minds on they heaven Wit they .357. -Where you at? *On the freeway, deep in LA. -OK, see you when get here loc. *OK. -Here I am. Here I am. *Goddamn that was quick. -Told ya I was comin. Who is that? Is that your woman? *Na, that's just a hoochie looking for some juice. -What's up my nigga? What ya know? A nigga got a little bigger. That's all folks know. Fat gold ropes. Gotta keep a low key for my attack. When I approach, I want the diamonds, the pearls. The round the way girls. Cuz baby got, baby got back out this world. Would you give a fee? Never. Fly like a feather. Make more money than your father and your mother put together. The game is to be sold, not to be told. So buy it. Can't afford it? Low budget hoes gotta brother. Peep game. Don't sell out. Get the hell out. Cuz here I come. Hit em with my bop gun. They came and they blast. We got witt they ass. And oh, pop this vest and all the rest of that mess. Comin through like Terminater 2. Boost your crew cuz we ain't afraid of you. You know what time it is wit me once the clock stike 3. We goin coo-coo like Cocoa Puffs. Whooo eeii! Time to get paid, time to get paid. Check. Time to represent the west. On me: nuttin but a vest. Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize. First sucka jump, first sucka die. Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya. Hard as a boulder. Motha ****in souja. Boom bam boom! It's a stick up. Vice president Dan Quayle eat a dick up. Peep game. (Spoken by Tupac) Punk motha ****a. **** all those motha ****as, they all can eat a motha ****in dick up. Word up. **** the police. I don't give a ****. Bobcat in this motha ****a boy. Big up! Big up! To the criminals. **** em. this is serious business. Yeah, microphone mafia. Tupac, Threat, Bobcat. 93 shot. Yeah nigga, bitch... Tupac |
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