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.

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

^^ 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..

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

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.



This is "One Day at a Time"

^^^^ now we are all stuck cos u didnt post lyrics..thanx nobhead

illl start the chain again............
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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

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