Tupac Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) - Sayfa 2

**Prenses** · 08.09.08, 13:38

Point The Finga

You could get the finger.. the middle!"
"Come and get some!"

[2Pac]
Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
Niggaz love to point the finga
Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch

[2Pac]
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this:
wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day
them same mother****ers on the beat gettin major paid
But when I get my check they takin tax out
So, we payin for these pigs to knock the blacks out
Ain't that a bitch, some officers are gettin rich
Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for they shit
As far as jealousy, bein a celebrity
No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me
And the media is greedier than most
You could sell em your soul or they'll be on ya til a niggaz ghost
And everyday I read the paper there's another lie
They show my picture for the crimes of another guy
Now how's that for the life of a big shot
A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot
I play them nuttin ass marks in the park
for tryin to earn they stripes in the dark
Just cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep:
only jealous mother****ers beef, and point the finga

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch

[2Pac]
As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose
A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies
Niggaz run to me don't come to me with beef
Take your jewels and your jeep, boom boom! Let that ass sleep
It's gettin hectic, niggaz run, quick
Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit
All you niggaz on the block tryin to test me
Best wear a vest or get open like, sesame
I'll run up on you mad deep; while you're tryin to sleep
I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets
Wake up, mother****er, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah!
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine
Ban my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines
And bustaz can't get none, hell no
A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw
I came up from the amateurs to pro hits
at 5-0, so you know I take no shit
And everybody wants to kill a bringer
of bad news, so they choose, to point the finga

[2Pac]
One two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these mother****ers kill me
I bring skills and I build, kill at will
Smoke sess til I'm ill, still feel me?
I say one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these mother****ers kill me
Pick it up, pick it up, give it up
Best to duck or get ****ed for your bucks
Scream one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these mother****ers kill me
I can't give up, it's a black thang
And I ain't goin back to the crack game
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)
Bitches, let em point the finga
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)
Snitches, let em point the finga
Yo, one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these mother****ers kill me
I guess nobody loves a rap singer
That's why these mother****ers.. (hahaha!) point the finga

Tupac

**Prenses** · 08.09.08, 13:40

Rebel Of The Underground

Rebel.. rebel.. Rebel
Rebel.. rebel..

[2Pac]
They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain
from a man like me, who goes against the grain
Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble
Hey Mister! It's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel
Cold as the devil
Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level
They came to see the maniac psychopath
The critics heard of me, and the aftermath
I don't give a damn and it shows
And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes
So they all know me
The lyrical lunatic, the maniac emcee
I give a shout out to your homies
And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G
On the streets or on TV
It just don't pay to be, a truth tellin MC
They won't be happy till I'm banned
The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man
So point blank in your face, pump up the bass
and join the human race
I throw peace to the Bay
Cause from the Jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way
You know you gotta love the sound
It's from the rebel - the rebel of the underground

Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground

[2Pac]
Now I'm face to face with the devils
Cause they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto
And police brutality
shit it put you in the nip and call it technicality
So you reap what you sow
So reap the wrath of the rebel, jackin em up once mo
Now the fox is in the henhouse, creepin up on your daughter
While you sleep I got her sneakin out
Tupac ain't nuttin nice
I'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I'm gonna
Now I'm up to no good
The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could
So sit and slip into the sound
Peep the rebel - the rebel of the underground

Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground

[2Pac]
They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down
I guess they scared of the rebel - the rebel of the underground
But I never let it get me
I just make another record bout the punks tryin to sweat me
In fact, they tryin to keep me out
Try to censor what I say
cause they don't like what I'm talkin bout
So what's wrong with the media today?
Got brothers sellin out cause they greedy to get paid
But me, I'm comin from the soul
And if it don't go gold, my story still gettin told
And that way they can't stop me
And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy
It's sloppy, don't even try to
I'm a slave to the rhythm, and I'm about to fly through
So yo to the people in the ghetto
When ya hear the bass flow, go ahead and let go
Now everybody wanna gangbang
They talkin street slang, but the punks still can't hang
They makin records bout violence
But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent
It kinda make you wanna think about
that ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out
But 2Pacalpyse is straight down
So feel the wrath of the rebel - the rebel of the underground

Tupac is a rebel, rebel of the underground...

Tupac

**Prenses** · 08.09.08, 13:42

Representin '93

I got a head, but ain't no screws in it.

Roll up and get swoll up.
Hold up.
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha ****in chin
check.
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland.
Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open.
Say your looking for some real shit.
Then catch a funkdified batch.
Like that!!
Oakland's on the map.
Tupac is on the big screen strivin.
Gotta love a nigga for survivin.
I wear alot of old schools jewels.
Look how the fools drool. Ooohh.
Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer.
But I'll just buck then bigger motha ****as.
Turnin men to suckas.
Niggas wanna start a little ruckus.
Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha ****as.
They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight.
Hit em wit my eight. Never had shit left, right.
Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick.
Shit outta luck. ****ed and stuck with that rough shit.
**** a pop song, **** video, **** Arsenio, **** the radio.
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla to my niggas in the pen.
And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's.
I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G.
Glock cocked and then they kill me.
I'm representin'.

Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son.
Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah.
Too Short, Tony Toni Tone,
And the Special motha ****a, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest,
and
Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube.
House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas.
Digital Underground: my real niggas.
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion.
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man.
TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface.
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass.
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click.
E-40 the Governor and Richie Rich.
Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava.
DJ Ditch for their behavior.
Off the head, my freestyle flow.
Just a couple of motha ****as that I know.
I'm strictly representin

1 motha ****a, 2 motha ****a, 3 motha ****as,
Damn, who did I forget?

I'm a soulja.
Daddy was a soulja.
Strong in the struggle.
Must contend so it's on.
Raised in a house full of bad motha ****as.
Mad motha ****as.
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha ****as.
Now they know me, the homies.
Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG's.
Ah shit!
Pulled up in a benzy, snatch.
The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail.
Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it.
To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it.
It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it.
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit.
Now they wanna maime me.
(Told ya)
All I wanted to be was a soulja.
Bang bang boogy it's stick up.
Quit now nigga, eat a dick up.
I...

Tupac

**Prenses** · 08.09.08, 13:44

Something 2 Die 4 (Interlude)

I've changed...
You motha****as kill me
I've changed...

It ain't that i've changed
But it's strange how you motha****as rearrange
When I found fame
Point ya finger at tha bad guy

You know what my momma usta tell me
If ya can't find something ta live 4

Then you Best, find something ta die 4

(eazy saying 'if there's hell below, we're all gonna
go'-this is all through out tha interlude)

Deep deep

La'tasha Hardings
Remember that name...
Cause a bottle of juice...
Ain't something 2 die 4

Young Quaid
Remember that name...
Cause all you motha****as
That go to your grave with that name on your brain
Cause jelousy and recklousness
Is NOT, something 2 die 4

All you Niggas out there
[echoed laughter]
Got a crack that crumbles
When I say all you Niggas (all you niggas)
Unite
One nigga, teach 2 niggas
4 niggas teach more niggas
All tha poor niggas
Tha penn niggas
Tha rich niggas
Tha strong niggas
Unite

There's more of us than there is of them
Look around...
Check your strip

Deep deep
That's something 2 die 4
Black
That's something 2 live 4
What do I know?

Tupac

**Prenses** · 08.09.08, 13:47

Souljah's Revenge

[dorky sounding white guy]
Mr. Shakur, can you please explain the meaning
behind your violent lyrics?

[2Pac]
Explain the meaning?
The **** these niggaz talkin bout?

[sounds of running and sirens in background]

[Kid]
Damn...
[Cop]
Police, Freeze!
[Kid]
Can't get shit off!
[Cop]
I said Freeze you miserable black son of a bitch!
[Kid]
What, come on, come on!

[gun shot]

[Pac]:
Tupac Shakur as himself
[Soul]:
Tupac Shakur as 'Souljah
[Soul]
My attitude is shitty
My message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city?
[Pac]
The critics or the cops?
[Soul]
The courts or the crooks, don't look so confused
Take a closer look
[Pac]
Niggaz get they neck broke daily
Tryin to stay jail free
[Soul]
What the **** does Quayle know
of young black males?
[both]
Please tell me
[Soul]
Message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city?
[Pac]
Huh, I pack a nine millimeter cause I got em livin hotter
than the 4th of July, if I gotta die, I gotta
[Soul]
Momma told me, "Don't let em fade me..
nigga don't let em make you crazy!"
Game is what she gave me
[Pac]
Gotta watch your back, strapped
[Soul]
Real niggaz rat-pack
[Pac]
If you get your ass taxed, bring a gat back
That's not the way we made it
[Soul]
That's just the way it is
[both]
Slangin rocks, in front of niggaz kids
[Pac]
I came up
My message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city?
Cops pull me over, check my plates, but I'm legal
[Soul]
You couldn't get me, figure, "**** with a niggaz people"
[Pac]
They got me trapped, gat with the mother****in hammer back
[Soul]
Cops on my back, just cause I'm black, SNAP
[Pac]
Now I'm guilty?
Message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city?
[both]
All you punk police will never find peace
on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, **** em!
[Soul]
They kill you to control ya
(PAY) top dollar for your soul
[both]
Real niggaz don't fold, straight souljah!
[Pac]
Can't find peace on the streets
til the niggaz get a piece, **** police, hear them screamin
**** em! Can't find peace on the streets
til the niggaz get a piece, **** police, hear them screamin
(I hear ya!)
**** em! Can't find peace on the streets
til the niggaz get a piece, **** police, screamin
(I hear ya!)
**** em! Can't find peace on the streets
til the niggaz get a piece, **** police, screamin
(I hear ya!)
**** em! Can't find peace on the streets
til the niggaz get a piece, **** police (I hear ya!)
**** em! Can't find peace on the streets
til the niggaz get a piece, **** police (I hear ya!)
**** em! Can't find peace on the streets
til the niggaz get a piece, **** police (I hear ya!)
The niggaz scream **** em!
[Soul]
Mother****in punk police (I hear ya!)
Thinkin they run the mother****in streets
It's mo' niggaz than it's police
Think (I hear ya!)
One nigga, teach two niggaz
teach three niggaz, teach fo' niggaz (I hear ya!)
Teach mo' niggaz, and we could run this shit!
[both]
I hear ya!

"They finally pulled me over and I laughed
Remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass" (I hear ya!)
[with snips and scratches]
[Soul]
Souljah!

Tupac

**Prenses** · 08.09.08, 13:49

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

['Pac speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get ****ed up for this one?
Yeah! Mr. ****-a-Cop is Back...
and I still don't give a ****, yaknahmsayin?
Puffin on this indo.. in the studio with my partners out here
Pacific Heights in the house, know what I mean

[2Pac]
I was framed, so don't make the same mistake, nigga
You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga
Cause the police love to break a nigga
Send em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggaz
So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggaz
Straight fools into rules and do niggaz
And one-time had enough of me
I'm still raw so the law can't **** with me
They wanna send me to the pen, punk picture that
I stay strapped mother****ers better get your gat
It ain't easy bein me I can't take it
Life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it
And ever since the movies, these hoes try to do me
If they can't screw me, they find a way to sue me
Now can you picture me coolin, at a night club?
Nothin but love, but mother****ers wanna mean mug
Since I wear a lot of gold, they plot
Don't know what I got, and get shot with the hot ones
And aww yeah, I wanna feel guilty
but you punk mother****ers tried to milk me
You'll get smacked behind the hill with my phone on my pager
It's beepin while I cut you with my razor
I'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervous
I got no mercy for these niggaz tryin to serve us
But if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm got
You love to shoot a nigga but you scared to pop a cop
Now drop it

[2Pac]

Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz
Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz
Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz
Strictly for my niggaz makin G's

[2Pac]
Reflected and disrespected, plus I'm rejected
You're just another rapper, who swears he's makin records
That's what they said - whenever I would walk by
I never tripped though - always kept my head up high
Eventually, I knew that I would find my way
After the darkest night, always comes a brighter day
And some would say, that turned away is all you'll get
I just said, "bet," and never let 'em see me sweat
Cause in the end, I knew that I would have it all
while non-believers, were prayin for my downfall
And some would call, and tell me that they wish me well
but in my heart, I'm knowin that they wish me hell
Yo get a real job, rappin doesn't pay the rent
I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went
Never surrender, it's all about the faith you've got
Don't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top
And if you drop, at least you know you gave your all
Be true to you, and that way you can never fall
But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke
Just like a rope, they hang on you until you're broke
And when you're broke, they move onto the next dope
And there you are, can't even pay your car, nope
And when you reminisce, thinkin how you got dissed
remember how it felt, and then remember this
Be true to you, believe that there's no one bigger
Cause they can all suck dick - it's strictly for my niggaz

[2Pac]
(This is) This is for the critics if you live up
Pick up my shit or I'll be back doin stickups
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, Tupac will cop the glock and come knockin to getcha
I told you once mother****er I'm a nut
Play me like a butt and you'll be bleedin when you're ****ed
Niggaz know what's up but they be tryin to hold me down
I'm comin outta Oaktown, bitch **** around
And it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore
Nigga it's the way you throw them thangs in the war
And to the marks that be talkin all that shit
Screamin out the next nigga's name like a bitch
And the niggaz that I ran into recently
The mother****ers at the club that pulled the piece on me
You little bitches shoulda pulled the ****in trigga
Now you live in fear of a heartless-ass nigga
Mr. Troublesome; niggaz tried to play me with the gat
but like Terminator nigga, I'll be back
Yeah! And I'll be back with a ****in army
You tried to harm me - ruh-ring the alarm G!
Cause most mother****ers love to act up
without they backup, when they get jacked up they crack up
It's strictly for my niggaz at the show
so they know, not to play me like a ho (ho!)
Strictly for my...

[(continues afterwards, breaking into ad libs)]

Tupac

**Prenses** · 08.09.08, 13:51

Strugglin'

(Eat a dick up)
"Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...
still don't nothin move but the money" [Rakim]

[Live Squad]

Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black man
Eatin the scams like I was mother****in Pac Man
Cops step off, you know the flavor
They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior
And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet
Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the ****in streets
It's like a madness, **** making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me
A little rough with a hardcore... theme
Couldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams
Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip
With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse
Representing YG'z yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino
Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin up spots and jumpin in Jags
Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin
And always keep a hand on the gat
Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin

[Live Squad]

I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglin
I thought about bumpin, but mother-**** jugglin
I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker
But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it
Look as I cut the records hard to eject
A quick clip threw my body down uhh! it's another hit
I got energy to blast now you want the task here
Cuz of the light a mother****er shot that ass up
But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin
Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept in
Eye on the Mac cause the dogg got it goin on
If you come up steppin you'll be lit like a hick
So you better chill, cause I got too much money to get
A street thug in the mother****in house, I'm strugglin
Get drunk but I don't think
I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch
When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch
Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin in a ditch
You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame
Cause I'm playing to win, and survive in the game
I'm strugglin

[2Pac]

Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Ain't nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang
Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they back
Till I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall back
I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sleep
with a Mossberg wrapped in my seats
three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz
Strugglin and strivin, that's how the dough come
Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal
Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo
Much too high to read the signs, I'm blind
Clickin on the nine, out to get mine
I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom
Blowin mother****ers to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin
See me on the block, strugglin
And rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass, blast
Straight strugglin...

Tupac

**Prenses** · 08.09.08, 13:54

Tha Lunatic

[Tupac]
Ohh shit! Jumped on my man's dick
Heard he had a twelve inch, now the bitch is lovesick
Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie?
Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me
Oooh-wee! This is the life
New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife
It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick
Don't try to flip with the lip cause I run shit
Hip hip, hooray for the AK
Spray when I lay competition, what a great day
Make pay, next is the wet sex
Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex
I'm set, wonder what I tote, check
Bloody as a coat-check, snappin mother****ers necks
Revenge so sweet when it comes from
niggaz get done with the drum, watch my foes run
Nigga keeps comin when they can't slip
Full of that shit, another hit from Tha' Lunatic

[Stretch]
Yeah, **** that God! Word up
Blowin niggaz out the mother****in frame yaknahmsayin?
Constantly.. **** that trick, we ain't havin it

[Tupac]
Leave me the **** alone, you gets none of this
It's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las
Cause I'm nothin nice and, I'm icin like Tyson
I'm grippin the mic and, my DJ is slicin
I'm tired of mother****ers steppin to me with the Same old
Tryin to do me like Nintendo
How the **** you think I ever got this far?
By bootin mother****ers like a shootin star
Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had you fiendin, wait'll they get a load of me
Bitches on my dick, like a mother****in 'conda
Niggaz wanna flip, let em step, and I'll bomb em
See somethin you want, why don't you come and get it
And then get waxed and taxed, like the government
Then I leave you sittin there, wonder where your money went
While your bitch is callin me, tellin me to come again
Nigga I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indo
But we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window
That's what you provoked, and now you're smoked out
Lookin like a bitch, cause your whole ****in posse, broke out
Punk mother****er couldn't roll on
He couldn't hold on, game is too strong, nigga
Leave me the **** alone, you gets none of this
Feel the wrath.. and revenge of Tha' Lunatic

[Stretch]
Yeah Tu', tell them mother****ers, word up
We ain't havin it, None of that shit!!
Bitch ass niggaz, niggaz can't **** with us Tu', word up
Ninety-one, we takin this Whole mother****er over
Niggaz got Problems in ninety-one
Ninety-two, and ninety-three
and all that other shit, word up!

[Tupac]
Recognize game when it smacks your bitch I'm back to rip
Puttin this on the map with this mackin shit
Time will tell if it's made well
Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well
Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther
I'm funky, that's word to the father
Act like you know 'fore I thump, the bolo
Thought you was a pimp, now you're simpin for my solo
Oh no, not another new jack, swearin that he's ruthless
Ducked, and now he's ****ed and left toothless
I can hear the fear in your flow, you ain't prepared
You're scared and you're bound to go
It's somethin, I guess I let the beat keep bumpin
Stop trippin off these niggaz cause they ain't about nuttin
Or should I say Naythin
Punk put my tape in, **** all the fake-in
I'm sick of the bullshit
Come equipped and get ready to rip
or get the dick of Tha' Lunatic

[Stretch]
Ahhhh yeah! **** that! (the mother****in lunatic)
YouknowhatI'msayin? Yes Tu'!
Tell them niggaz what time it is knahmsayin?
(punk mother****ers, get the dick of the lunatic)
Niggaz can't **** with us, word up
Bitch ass niggaz, **** em!

[Tupac]
**** all them niggaz
I'm tellin these niggaz that they ain't got..
NAYthin on a nigga like me
We squashin these punk mother****ers in ninety-one
ninety-two ninety-three.. and So on
So let the beat Float on
While I spray these Punk Bitches
with these dope ass lyrics
Thanks to Poppa for supplyin the Dank
Now it's money in the Bank
And all y'all niggaz shit Stank
compared to this shit..

**** y'all punk bitches!
Tha' Lunatic...

Tupac

**Prenses** · 08.09.08, 13:57

The Streetz R Deathrow

Growing up as an inner city brotha
Where every other had a pops and a motha
I was tha product of a heated lover
Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
And since my pops never knew me
My family didn't know what ta do with me
Was I somebody they despise
Curious look in they eyes
As if they wonder if i'm dead or alive
Poor momma can't control me
Quit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies
A ticken timebomb
Can't nobody fade me
Packin' a 380
And fiendin' for my mercedes
Suckers scatter
But it don't matter i'm a cool shot
Punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got
I'm tired of being a nice guy
I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why
So they label me a lunatic
Could care less
Death or success
Is what I quest
Cause i'm fearless
Now tha streetz R Deathrow

(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz R Deathrow

I just murdered a man, i'm even more stressed
wearin' a vest
Hopein' that their aimin' at my chest
Much too young to bite tha bullet
Hand on tha trigga
I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it
I hope I live to be a man
Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state
penn
Counting pennys over tha years
I'd done stacked many
Proven wrong those
Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twenty
Now they gotta cope
Since it's tha only thing I know
It's difficult to let it go
I'm startin' to loose my hair cause I worry
Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buried
But now I gotta move away now
Cause these suckers wanna spray where I lay down
My homie lost his family and snapped
Shot up half tha block to bring them back
Tha streetz R Deathrow

(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
(Like it ain't nothin')

I'm dangerous
When drunk I only drink beer
Gin makes me sin
Unable to think clear
Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close
Boom boom boom
Got me shooting at a ghost
Some call me crazy
But this is what you gave me
Amongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery
I sport a vest and hit tha sess to kill tha stress
Moved out west and I invest in all tha best
Those who test will find a bullet in they chest
put ta rest
By a brotha who was hopeless
Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity
How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family
I'm sick of being tired
Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing
Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed
Tired of hearin' these voices in my head
Tha streetz R Deathrow

(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
This goes out to my partners in tha Live Squad (like it
ain't nothin')
And all my partners involved in that 187
Watch your back...
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
There got to be a better way...
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
There's too many of us in tha cemetary
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Come on, what we gonna do now
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
Tha streetz R Deathrow...

Tupac

Konu Bilgileri
	Konu Başlığı Tupac Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )	Konudaki Cevap Sayısı 18
	Şuan Bu Konuyu Görüntüleyenler	Görüntülenme Sayısı 1917

08.09.08, 13:38	#11 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Point The Finga Point The Finga You could get the finger.. the middle!" "Come and get some!" [2Pac] Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch Niggaz love to point the finga Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch [2Pac] I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too It's not to be a racist, but let's face this: wouldn't you if we could trade places? I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day them same mother**ers on the beat gettin major paid But when I get my check they takin tax out So, we payin for these pigs to knock the blacks out Ain't that a bitch, some officers are gettin rich Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for they shit As far as jealousy, bein a celebrity No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me And the media is greedier than most You could sell em your soul or they'll be on ya til a niggaz ghost And everyday I read the paper there's another lie They show my picture for the crimes of another guy Now how's that for the life of a big shot A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot I play them nuttin ass marks in the park for tryin to earn they stripes in the dark Just cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep: only jealous motherers beef, and point the finga Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch [2Pac] As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies Niggaz run to me don't come to me with beef Take your jewels and your jeep, boom boom! Let that ass sleep It's gettin hectic, niggaz run, quick Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit All you niggaz on the block tryin to test me Best wear a vest or get open like, sesame I'll run up on you mad deep; while you're tryin to sleep I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets Wake up, motherer, don't stutter Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah! Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine Ban my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines And bustaz can't get none, hell no A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw I came up from the amateurs to pro hits at 5-0, so you know I take no shit And everybody wants to kill a bringer of bad news, so they choose, to point the finga [2Pac] One two three, peace to the real G's Still me, til these motherers kill me I bring skills and I build, kill at will Smoke sess til I'm ill, still feel me? I say one two three, peace to the real G's Still me, til these motherers kill me Pick it up, pick it up, give it up Best to duck or get ed for your bucks Scream one two three, peace to the real G's Still me, til these motherers kill me I can't give up, it's a black thang And I ain't goin back to the crack game (You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run) Bitches, let em point the finga (You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run) Snitches, let em point the finga Yo, one two three, peace to the real G's Still me, til these motherers kill me I guess nobody loves a rap singer That's why these mother**ers.. (hahaha!) point the finga Tupac

08.09.08, 13:40	#12 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Rebel Of The Underground Rebel Of The Underground Rebel.. rebel.. Rebel Rebel.. rebel.. [2Pac] They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain from a man like me, who goes against the grain Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble Hey Mister! It's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel Cold as the devil Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level They came to see the maniac psychopath The critics heard of me, and the aftermath I don't give a damn and it shows And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes So they all know me The lyrical lunatic, the maniac emcee I give a shout out to your homies And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G On the streets or on TV It just don't pay to be, a truth tellin MC They won't be happy till I'm banned The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man So point blank in your face, pump up the bass and join the human race I throw peace to the Bay Cause from the Jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way You know you gotta love the sound It's from the rebel - the rebel of the underground Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground [2Pac] Now I'm face to face with the devils Cause they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto And police brutality shit it put you in the nip and call it technicality So you reap what you sow So reap the wrath of the rebel, jackin em up once mo Now the fox is in the henhouse, creepin up on your daughter While you sleep I got her sneakin out Tupac ain't nuttin nice I'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I'm gonna Now I'm up to no good The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could So sit and slip into the sound Peep the rebel - the rebel of the underground Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground [2Pac] They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down I guess they scared of the rebel - the rebel of the underground But I never let it get me I just make another record bout the punks tryin to sweat me In fact, they tryin to keep me out Try to censor what I say cause they don't like what I'm talkin bout So what's wrong with the media today? Got brothers sellin out cause they greedy to get paid But me, I'm comin from the soul And if it don't go gold, my story still gettin told And that way they can't stop me And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy It's sloppy, don't even try to I'm a slave to the rhythm, and I'm about to fly through So yo to the people in the ghetto When ya hear the bass flow, go ahead and let go Now everybody wanna gangbang They talkin street slang, but the punks still can't hang They makin records bout violence But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent It kinda make you wanna think about that ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out But 2Pacalpyse is straight down So feel the wrath of the rebel - the rebel of the underground Tupac is a rebel, rebel of the underground... Tupac

08.09.08, 13:42	#13 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Representin '93 Representin '93 I got a head, but ain't no screws in it. Roll up and get swoll up. Hold up. How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut? I ain't came a long way to get checked So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha **in chin check. Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland. Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open. Say your looking for some real shit. Then catch a funkdified batch. Like that!! Oakland's on the map. Tupac is on the big screen strivin. Gotta love a nigga for survivin. I wear alot of old schools jewels. Look how the fools drool. Ooohh. Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer. But I'll just buck then bigger motha as. Turnin men to suckas. Niggas wanna start a little ruckus. Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha as. They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight. Hit em wit my eight. Never had shit left, right. Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick. Shit outta luck. ed and stuck with that rough shit. a pop song, video, Arsenio, the radio. Do you hear me though? Give a holla to my niggas in the pen. And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's. I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G. Glock cocked and then they kill me. I'm representin'. Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son. Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah. Too Short, Tony Toni Tone, And the Special motha a, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, and Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube. House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas. Digital Underground: my real niggas. Raw Fusion, all in house confusion. Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man. TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface. Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass. Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click. E-40 the Governor and Richie Rich. Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava. DJ Ditch for their behavior. Off the head, my freestyle flow. Just a couple of motha as that I know. I'm strictly representin 1 motha a, 2 motha a, 3 motha as, Damn, who did I forget? I'm a soulja. Daddy was a soulja. Strong in the struggle. Must contend so it's on. Raised in a house full of bad motha as. Mad motha as. Never had so we grab from the stacked motha **as. Now they know me, the homies. Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG's. Ah shit! Pulled up in a benzy, snatch. The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail. Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit. Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it. Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit. Now they wanna maime me. (Told ya) All I wanted to be was a soulja. Bang bang boogy it's stick up. Quit now nigga, eat a dick up. I... Tupac

08.09.08, 13:44	#14 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Something 2 Die 4 (Interlude) Something 2 Die 4 (Interlude) I've changed... You motha**as kill me I've changed... It ain't that i've changed But it's strange how you mothaas rearrange When I found fame Point ya finger at tha bad guy You know what my momma usta tell me If ya can't find something ta live 4 Then you Best, find something ta die 4 (eazy saying 'if there's hell below, we're all gonna go'-this is all through out tha interlude) Deep deep La'tasha Hardings Remember that name... Cause a bottle of juice... Ain't something 2 die 4 Young Quaid Remember that name... Cause all you motha**as That go to your grave with that name on your brain Cause jelousy and recklousness Is NOT, something 2 die 4 All you Niggas out there [echoed laughter] Got a crack that crumbles When I say all you Niggas (all you niggas) Unite One nigga, teach 2 niggas 4 niggas teach more niggas All tha poor niggas Tha penn niggas Tha rich niggas Tha strong niggas Unite There's more of us than there is of them Look around... Check your strip Deep deep That's something 2 die 4 Black That's something 2 live 4 What do I know? Tupac

08.09.08, 13:47	#15 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Souljah's Revenge Souljah's Revenge [dorky sounding white guy] Mr. Shakur, can you please explain the meaning behind your violent lyrics? [2Pac] Explain the meaning? The ** these niggaz talkin bout? [sounds of running and sirens in background] [Kid] Damn... [Cop] Police, Freeze! [Kid] Can't get shit off! [Cop] I said Freeze you miserable black son of a bitch! [Kid] What, come on, come on! [gun shot] [Pac]: Tupac Shakur as himself [Soul]: Tupac Shakur as 'Souljah [Soul] My attitude is shitty My message to the censorship committee Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city? [Pac] The critics or the cops? [Soul] The courts or the crooks, don't look so confused Take a closer look [Pac] Niggaz get they neck broke daily Tryin to stay jail free [Soul] What the does Quayle know of young black males? [both] Please tell me [Soul] Message to the censorship committee Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city? [Pac] Huh, I pack a nine millimeter cause I got em livin hotter than the 4th of July, if I gotta die, I gotta [Soul] Momma told me, "Don't let em fade me.. nigga don't let em make you crazy!" Game is what she gave me [Pac] Gotta watch your back, strapped [Soul] Real niggaz rat-pack [Pac] If you get your ass taxed, bring a gat back That's not the way we made it [Soul] That's just the way it is [both] Slangin rocks, in front of niggaz kids [Pac] I came up My message to the censorship committee Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city? Cops pull me over, check my plates, but I'm legal [Soul] You couldn't get me, figure, " with a niggaz people" [Pac] They got me trapped, gat with the motherin hammer back [Soul] Cops on my back, just cause I'm black, SNAP [Pac] Now I'm guilty? Message to the censorship committee Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city? [both] All you punk police will never find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, em! [Soul] They kill you to control ya (PAY) top dollar for your soul [both] Real niggaz don't fold, straight souljah! [Pac] Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, police, hear them screamin em! Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, police, hear them screamin (I hear ya!) em! Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, police, screamin (I hear ya!) em! Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, police, screamin (I hear ya!) em! Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, police (I hear ya!) em! Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, police (I hear ya!) em! Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, police (I hear ya!) The niggaz scream em! [Soul] Motherin punk police (I hear ya!) Thinkin they run the mother**in streets It's mo' niggaz than it's police Think (I hear ya!) One nigga, teach two niggaz teach three niggaz, teach fo' niggaz (I hear ya!) Teach mo' niggaz, and we could run this shit! [both] I hear ya! "They finally pulled me over and I laughed Remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass" (I hear ya!) [with snips and scratches] [Soul] Souljah! Tupac

08.09.08, 13:49	#16 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. ['Pac speaking] Yo 'Law! Is it cool if a nigga just get **ed up for this one? Yeah! Mr. -a-Cop is Back... and I still don't give a , yaknahmsayin? Puffin on this indo.. in the studio with my partners out here Pacific Heights in the house, know what I mean [2Pac] I was framed, so don't make the same mistake, nigga You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga Cause the police love to break a nigga Send em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggaz So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggaz Straight fools into rules and do niggaz And one-time had enough of me I'm still raw so the law can't with me They wanna send me to the pen, punk picture that I stay strapped motherers better get your gat It ain't easy bein me I can't take it Life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it And ever since the movies, these hoes try to do me If they can't screw me, they find a way to sue me Now can you picture me coolin, at a night club? Nothin but love, but motherers wanna mean mug Since I wear a lot of gold, they plot Don't know what I got, and get shot with the hot ones And aww yeah, I wanna feel guilty but you punk motherers tried to milk me You'll get smacked behind the hill with my phone on my pager It's beepin while I cut you with my razor I'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervous I got no mercy for these niggaz tryin to serve us But if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm got You love to shoot a nigga but you scared to pop a cop Now drop it [2Pac] Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz Strictly for my niggaz makin G's [2Pac] Reflected and disrespected, plus I'm rejected You're just another rapper, who swears he's makin records That's what they said - whenever I would walk by I never tripped though - always kept my head up high Eventually, I knew that I would find my way After the darkest night, always comes a brighter day And some would say, that turned away is all you'll get I just said, "bet," and never let 'em see me sweat Cause in the end, I knew that I would have it all while non-believers, were prayin for my downfall And some would call, and tell me that they wish me well but in my heart, I'm knowin that they wish me hell Yo get a real job, rappin doesn't pay the rent I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went Never surrender, it's all about the faith you've got Don't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top And if you drop, at least you know you gave your all Be true to you, and that way you can never fall But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke Just like a rope, they hang on you until you're broke And when you're broke, they move onto the next dope And there you are, can't even pay your car, nope And when you reminisce, thinkin how you got dissed remember how it felt, and then remember this Be true to you, believe that there's no one bigger Cause they can all suck dick - it's strictly for my niggaz [2Pac] (This is) This is for the critics if you live up Pick up my shit or I'll be back doin stickups I better see five stars next to my picture If not, Tupac will cop the glock and come knockin to getcha I told you once motherer I'm a nut Play me like a butt and you'll be bleedin when you're ed Niggaz know what's up but they be tryin to hold me down I'm comin outta Oaktown, bitch around And it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore Nigga it's the way you throw them thangs in the war And to the marks that be talkin all that shit Screamin out the next nigga's name like a bitch And the niggaz that I ran into recently The motherers at the club that pulled the piece on me You little bitches shoulda pulled the in trigga Now you live in fear of a heartless-ass nigga Mr. Troublesome; niggaz tried to play me with the gat but like Terminator nigga, I'll be back Yeah! And I'll be back with a in army You tried to harm me - ruh-ring the alarm G! Cause most mother**ers love to act up without they backup, when they get jacked up they crack up It's strictly for my niggaz at the show so they know, not to play me like a ho (ho!) Strictly for my... [(continues afterwards, breaking into ad libs)] Tupac

08.09.08, 13:51	#17 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Strugglin' Strugglin' (Eat a dick up) "Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money" [Rakim] [Live Squad] Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black man Eatin the scams like I was mother**in Pac Man Cops step off, you know the flavor They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the in streets It's like a madness, making gravy I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me A little rough with a hardcore... theme Couldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse Representing YG'z yo Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags Stickin up spots and jumpin in Jags Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin And always keep a hand on the gat Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin [Live Squad] I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglin I thought about bumpin, but mother- jugglin I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it Look as I cut the records hard to eject A quick clip threw my body down uhh! it's another hit I got energy to blast now you want the task here Cuz of the light a motherer shot that ass up But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept in Eye on the Mac cause the dogg got it goin on If you come up steppin you'll be lit like a hick So you better chill, cause I got too much money to get A street thug in the motherin house, I'm strugglin Get drunk but I don't think I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin in a ditch You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame Cause I'm playing to win, and survive in the game I'm strugglin [2Pac] Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang Ain't nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they back Till I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall back I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sleep with a Mossberg wrapped in my seats three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz Strugglin and strivin, that's how the dough come Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo Much too high to read the signs, I'm blind Clickin on the nine, out to get mine I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom Blowin mother**ers to the moon Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin See me on the block, strugglin And rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed I get in niggaz ass, blast Straight strugglin... Tupac

08.09.08, 13:54	#18 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Tha Lunatic Tha Lunatic [Tupac] Ohh shit! Jumped on my man's dick Heard he had a twelve inch, now the bitch is lovesick Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie? Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me Oooh-wee! This is the life New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick Don't try to flip with the lip cause I run shit Hip hip, hooray for the AK Spray when I lay competition, what a great day Make pay, next is the wet sex Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex I'm set, wonder what I tote, check Bloody as a coat-check, snappin mother**ers necks Revenge so sweet when it comes from niggaz get done with the drum, watch my foes run Nigga keeps comin when they can't slip Full of that shit, another hit from Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah, that God! Word up Blowin niggaz out the motherin frame yaknahmsayin? Constantly.. that trick, we ain't havin it [Tupac] Leave me the alone, you gets none of this It's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las Cause I'm nothin nice and, I'm icin like Tyson I'm grippin the mic and, my DJ is slicin I'm tired of motherers steppin to me with the Same old Tryin to do me like Nintendo How the you think I ever got this far? By bootin motherers like a shootin star Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC Think crack had you fiendin, wait'll they get a load of me Bitches on my dick, like a motherin 'conda Niggaz wanna flip, let em step, and I'll bomb em See somethin you want, why don't you come and get it And then get waxed and taxed, like the government Then I leave you sittin there, wonder where your money went While your bitch is callin me, tellin me to come again Nigga I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indo But we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window That's what you provoked, and now you're smoked out Lookin like a bitch, cause your whole in posse, broke out Punk motherer couldn't roll on He couldn't hold on, game is too strong, nigga Leave me the alone, you gets none of this Feel the wrath.. and revenge of Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah Tu', tell them motherers, word up We ain't havin it, None of that shit!! Bitch ass niggaz, niggaz can't with us Tu', word up Ninety-one, we takin this Whole motherer over Niggaz got Problems in ninety-one Ninety-two, and ninety-three and all that other shit, word up! [Tupac] Recognize game when it smacks your bitch I'm back to rip Puttin this on the map with this mackin shit Time will tell if it's made well Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther I'm funky, that's word to the father Act like you know 'fore I thump, the bolo Thought you was a pimp, now you're simpin for my solo Oh no, not another new jack, swearin that he's ruthless Ducked, and now he's ed and left toothless I can hear the fear in your flow, you ain't prepared You're scared and you're bound to go It's somethin, I guess I let the beat keep bumpin Stop trippin off these niggaz cause they ain't about nuttin Or should I say Naythin Punk put my tape in, all the fake-in I'm sick of the bullshit Come equipped and get ready to rip or get the dick of Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Ahhhh yeah! that! (the motherin lunatic) YouknowhatI'msayin? Yes Tu'! Tell them niggaz what time it is knahmsayin? (punk motherers, get the dick of the lunatic) Niggaz can't with us, word up Bitch ass niggaz, em! [Tupac] all them niggaz I'm tellin these niggaz that they ain't got.. NAYthin on a nigga like me We squashin these punk motherers in ninety-one ninety-two ninety-three.. and So on So let the beat Float on While I spray these Punk Bitches with these dope ass lyrics Thanks to Poppa for supplyin the Dank Now it's money in the Bank And all y'all niggaz shit Stank compared to this shit.. ** y'all punk bitches! Tha' Lunatic... Tupac

08.09.08, 13:57	#19 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	The Streetz R Deathrow The Streetz R Deathrow Growing up as an inner city brotha Where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me And since my pops never knew me My family didn't know what ta do with me Was I somebody they despise Curious look in they eyes As if they wonder if i'm dead or alive Poor momma can't control me Quit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies A ticken timebomb Can't nobody fade me Packin' a 380 And fiendin' for my mercedes Suckers scatter But it don't matter i'm a cool shot Punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got I'm tired of being a nice guy I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why So they label me a lunatic Could care less Death or success Is what I quest Cause i'm fearless Now tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Tha streetz R Deathrow I just murdered a man, i'm even more stressed wearin' a vest Hopein' that their aimin' at my chest Much too young to bite tha bullet Hand on tha trigga I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it I hope I live to be a man Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state penn Counting pennys over tha years I'd done stacked many Proven wrong those Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twenty Now they gotta cope Since it's tha only thing I know It's difficult to let it go I'm startin' to loose my hair cause I worry Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buried But now I gotta move away now Cause these suckers wanna spray where I lay down My homie lost his family and snapped Shot up half tha block to bring them back Tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') (Like it ain't nothin') I'm dangerous When drunk I only drink beer Gin makes me sin Unable to think clear Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close Boom boom boom Got me shooting at a ghost Some call me crazy But this is what you gave me Amongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery I sport a vest and hit tha sess to kill tha stress Moved out west and I invest in all tha best Those who test will find a bullet in they chest put ta rest By a brotha who was hopeless Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family I'm sick of being tired Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed Tired of hearin' these voices in my head Tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') This goes out to my partners in tha Live Squad (like it ain't nothin') And all my partners involved in that 187 Watch your back... (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') There got to be a better way... (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') There's too many of us in tha cemetary (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Come on, what we gonna do now (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') Tha streetz R Deathrow... Tupac

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