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2pac game...
How this works is one person posts lyrics to a 2pac song or a song he raps on, then someone has to name the song its from, then they post more lyrics to a 2pac song of their choice and the cycle continues. i will start:
Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker [Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers |
LMFAO.....Nice Game Dawg but I'ma need more Lyrics then that.
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How bout.
Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you try to f**k wit me I bust a flea, these ni**az must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherf**kers who can fade the Thugs PM me for the answer. This is an easy one. |
2 of amerikaz most wanted.....easy shit
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^^ you are supose to name the song then post more lyrics.
They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin... btw. the first one was Last Wordz, from the Strictly for my Niggaz album. |
it aint called 2 of amerikaz most wanted, its called gangsta party..
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NO IT AINT DUMB ASS ITS CALLED 2 OF AMERIKAZ MOST WANTED BTW THEM LYRICZ IZ TO IF I DIE 2NITE
One of these days i'll learn don't fuck with trick ass niggas cause they turn into bitch ass niggas i'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jail my niggas clown, bring a pound when they post tha bail smokin' blunts in tha driveway my four-five screamin fuck tha police won't fly away, thug, till I die you wonder why I'm made this way I wasn't, turned out I was raised this way |
2pac=eeww have fyun lol
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I GOT 1
Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold, I keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe, Communities in need of people that will lead |
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 |
ummm....rebel of the underground I think???????
I went from, nothin to somethin now they all wanna see me fall And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ball And they say we hate the East coast, but that's funny Got a lot of love for, any niggaz gettin money I made a song about my enemies and niggaz tripped It was hip-hop until Tupac fucked Biggie bitch Y'all niggaz hypocrites and bitch made Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggaz get paid Have me catchin cases all across the nation I went to jail to bail to barely on probation They got a player facin three strikes, and we might just blast God bless the child that can get cash |
/\ /\ /\ /\ Damn, this one is really bugging me, I've heard this a few times, can't place it though.
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This is "One Day at a Time" |
^^^^ now we are all stuck cos u didnt post lyrics..thanx nobhead
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illl start the chain again............
... We come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn to the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts Stunk like funk cunt I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route And if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother out And that's the street scarred style I shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the bitch out |
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That bothered the fuck out of me cuz none of ya'll dumb asses knew it....it is called Under Pressure from the album Thug Life and i have no clue what the hell the other one is that was just postin so how about this one As i bail thru them empty halls Breath stinkin in my jaws Ring Ring Ring Quiet ya'll, incomin call That's my homie from high school we gettin by Time to burry anotha brotha nobody cry Life is a balla, alcohol and booty calls We used to do them as adolecence as you recall |
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Our lifestyles be close captioned addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back in the midst of mashin' No fairy tales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe If you believe then you can achieve Just look at me Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the seeds that follow me protect your essence Born with less, but you still precious |
i think that is Smile with Scar Face....i aint sure
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Bron in a whirl win '96 Bonnie & Clide
Me And My Girlfriend doin 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirl wind |
Dorn***
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Born************
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you right |
Last ones left from album All Eyez On Me.
Can you picture my prophecy? stress in tha city tha cops is hot for me tha projects is full of bullets tha bodies is droppin' there ain't no stoppin me constantly moven while maken millions witnessin' killins leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings caries tha children cause they're illin' addicted to killin' a near appeal from tha cap pealin' what i'm feelin' but will they last or be blasted hard headed bastard maybe he'll listen in his casket tha aftermath more bodies being buried i'm losen my homies in a hurry they're relocating to tha cemetary got me worried stressin' |
"Me against the world"
I take a shot of hennesy, now i'm strong eough to face the madness nickle bag full of stress weed, laced wit hash phones calls from my niggas on the..... other side two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry a damn shame, when will we ever change and what remains from a 12 gauge to the brain arguments with my boo was true i spend mo time wit my homies then i do with you but every where it's the same thang that's the game, i'll be damned if a thang changed fuck the fame, i'll be husslin to make a million lord knows ain't no love for us ghetto children so we cold ragged, stop, slowing down, time ta stop fa gas beep my horn fo a hoochie wit a proper ass.. uhg it ain't easy...that's my modo, drinkin tagaray straight out tha bottle every body wanna know if i'm insane my baby mama gotta mind full of silly games and all the drama got me stressin like i'm hopeless i can't cope, i'm with the homies smokin roaches so we up, late night, hangin out till the sunrise, gettin high watchin the cops roll by.. it ain't .... |
Damn, that one seems tough? Don't think I've heard that in awhile.
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THATS UNTIL THE END OF TIME
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Damn, I''m embaressed I should know that one.
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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 |
Changes......
okay a tough one [2PAC] I get my protection from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothing separating us from a mack ten Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older A straight soldier, bucking at them busters No matter how you try, niggaz never die We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply I'm sideways crime motherfuckin............. pays! Fucking cops wth their lights on chase me nigga Zig zaggin through the freeway race me nigga chase me nigga in a high speed chase with the law The realest motherfucker that you ever saw |
All my homies drinking liquor
Tears in everybody's eyes ni**as cried to mourn a homies homicide But I can't cry instead I'm just a shoulder Damn, why they take another soldier I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry I'll get them suckas back before your buried (s**t) Retaliate and pull a 187 do real ni**as get to go to heaven ? How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthaf**kin 'G' bi**h don't wanna die then don't f**k with me It's kinda hard to be optimistic When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends But I'm losing all my muthaf**kin friends (damn) They should've shot me when I was born Now I'm trapped in the muthaf**kin' storm |
i think thats when thugs cry
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HELL NAW!!!! that is How Long Will They Mourn Me off the album Thug Life
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Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell ya blew trial and tha judge gave you 25 with an L time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole imagine life as a convict that's getten' old plus with tha drama we're lookin out for your babies mama taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her... life in tha hood... is all good for nobody remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties Me and you No true a two while scheming on hits and gettin tricks that maybe we can slide into but now you burried rest nigga cause I ain't worried eyes bluried sayin' goodbye at the cemetary tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball till' my dying days before I say goodbye Kato, we're meant to rest in peace Thug till I die |
Life Goes On.. I think it was named that, it was in the Chorus atleast
hee's an eay one.. First I fucked yo bitch and the click you claim west side when we ride, come equipped wit game you claim to be a player but i fucked yo wife we bust on bad boys, niggas fuck fa life plus, puffy tryna see me, these hearts I rip Biggie Smalls n Junior Mafia some mark ass bitches we keep on comin while we runnin fo yo jewls steady gunnin keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules.... etc |
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Fuck you people are stupid....freestyle with Biggie |
o buddy that was Hit Um' Up
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I knew that, I just wasn't under that^
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EAZY ONE!!!
Born in a whirl wind '96 Bonnie & Clide Me and my g/f doin 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirl wind ain the whole verse but it is easy |
fuck that n/m....how about this
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out And if I wasnt high I'd probably try to blow my brains out Im hopeless they shoulda killed me as a baby And now they got me trapped in the storm I'm goin crazy Forgive me they wanna see me in my casket and if I dont blast Ill be the victim of them bastards Im loosin hope they got me stressin can the Lord forgive me Got the spirit of a thug in me Another sip of that drink this Hennesey got me queasy Dont wanna earl young nigga take it easy Picture your dreams on a triple beam and it seems dont underestimate the power of a fiend To my homies on the block Slangin rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box When youre runnin from the cops -- and never look back If they could be black then they would switch Open fire on them busta-ass bitches |
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