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2 Pac Ft. Ashanti & T I – Pacs Life

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Pacs Life’s Lyric

[LT Hutton talking]

Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!
They ain’t ready for this
LT Hutton
T.I.
Ashanti
It’s that new ‘Pac y’all

[Chorus: Ashanti]

Pac’s life
(Everybody need’s to chill)
Everybody talking ’bout Pac’s life
(It’s Tupac the king)
What do you know about Pac’s life
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(Only real niggas stay on top)
Everybody talking ’bout Pac’s life
(Outlawz)

[Verse One: Tupac]

Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him
Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits
Dodging cop cars look how we come so far
Picture a high school drop out
Rolling a double R
House full of happiness, weed and drank
Way out
So when trouble tried to find me can’t
Never visioned living longer than my twenty first
Thought I’d locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurts to see the change
It comes with the fame
Watch them gossip in this silly game
To all the motherf**ker’s speaking down on me this is the night
Why’s everybody caught up In Pac’s life?
To all y’all niggas
Conversating on my life
Mind your motherf**king business

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: T.I]

I remember that
Ay
What’s happening Pac
Yeah I know we never to meet
But we know all the same people so we got to speak
You taught me first, fake nigga can’t stop a G
And all the s**t you went through
Meant a lot to me
But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see
You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas it’s the lane to be
Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me
And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see
Now they all in the court room blaming me
See we ain’t live the same life but represent the same struggle
Power to the real niggas death to the s**ker’s
Money over b**ches, get to know ‘em for you love ‘em
Death before dishonour never talk to undercover’s
Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo’s
With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Tupac]

I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks
They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump
They jump my automatic keep ‘em weary
While you fronting like you Billy Bad A*s
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High
I was itching’ to kill
And you was, ‘Ready To Die’
While you bulls**tting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherf**ker’s in foreign places
Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried
B**ches die in a hurry
Still I ride, I’m never worried
Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I’ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And motherf**ker’s die
It’s not the way I wanna live
My nigga it’s how it is
Only real niggas stay on top

[Chorus]

Why are all you niggas all up in my s**t?
Tell them motherf**ker’s
Outlawz
F**k all y’all

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2 Pac & Nas – Thugz Mansion

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Thugz Mansion’s Lyric

2Pac:
S**t, tired of getting shot at, tired of getting
chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we could kick it,
a spot where we belong, thats just for us
Niggas aint gotta get all dressed up and
be Hollywood, know what I mean?
Where dem niggas go when we die?
Aint no heaven for a thug nigga,
thats why we go to Thug Mansion,
thats the only place where thugs get in free
And you gotta be a G, at Thug Mansion

A place to spend my quiet nights,
time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry times I was contempletin suicide,
and woulda tried
But when I held that knife all I could see
was my mommas eyes
No one knows my struggle,
they only see the trouble
Not knowin is hard to carry on
when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed
struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days,
promised to hold on
Me and my dawgs aint have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot where we could kick it
Where we could drink liquor and
no one bickers over trick s**t
A spot where we could smoke in peace
and even though we Gs we still
visualize places that we could roll in peace
And in my mind I see this place
the players goin past
and got a spot for us all so we could ball,
at Thugz Mansion

Chorus:
Every corner, every city,
theres a place where lives a little busy
Little had you see, way back at cool
Every hour cuz its all good
We hold the stress from the world outside
Every wrong there will be a right
Nothing but peace, love, and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

Nas:
A place where death doesn’t reside
Just thugs who collide
Not to start beeper spark treatin no cops rollin by
No policeman, no homicide
No talk on the streets
No reason for nobodies momma to cry
See Im a good guy
Im tryin to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die I know all my albums support her
This whole years been crazy
ask the holy spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Nosie Davis
Gray hair maybe
Cuz I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin
Im just 20 sum odd years
and I had lost my mother
And I cry tears of joy,
I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more,
my love goes to Afena Shakir
Cuz like Anne Jones she raised a
ghetto king in the war
And just for that alone she shouldn’t
feel no pain no more
Cuz one day well all be together
Sippin heavenly champagne
What Andrew saw, where golden reigns
In Thugz Mansion

Chorus:
Every corner, every city,
theres a place where lives a little busy
Little had you see, way back at cool
Every hour cuz its all good
We hold the stress from the world outside
Every wrong there will be a right
Nothing but peace, love, and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

2Pac:
Dear momma, dont cry
Your baby boys doin good,
tell the homies Im in heaven
And they aint gotta hurt
Seen a show with marvin Gaye last night
It had me shook
Drippin peppermint snops with Jackie Wilson
And Sam cook
The some lady named Billy Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm
Til the day came
Little Natasha, she all grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store
That shes forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time youll understand
Only God can save us
With Mile Davis cutting loose
With the band
Just think of all the people
that you knew and that passed
that passed on lay in heaven
Found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist together
There has to be a place
Better than this in Heaven
So right before I sleep then
God what Im asking..
Remember this face,
Save me a place
In Thugz Mansion

Chorus:
Every corner, every city,
theres a place where lives a little busy
Little had you see, way back at cool
Every hour cuz its all good
We hold the stress from the world outside
Every wrong there will be a right
Nothing but peace, love, and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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2 Pac – All Eyez On Me

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All Eyez On Me’s Lyric

['Pac talking]
Big Syke, Newt, Hank
Beugard, Big Sur (yeah)
Y’all know how this s**t go (y’know)
{All Eyez On Me}
Motherf**kin O.G.
Roll up in the club and s**t (is that right?)
{All Eyez On Me}
{All Eyez On Me}
But you know what?

[2Pac]
I bet you got it twisted you don’t know who to trust
So many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don’t think they knowin
Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin
Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hittin motherf**kers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die; live the life of a boss playa
Cause even when I’m high, f**k with me and get crossed later
The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs
A five-double-oh – Benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh
B**ches pursue me like a dream
Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
It seems – my main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a motherf**kin razor blade
Say money bring b**ches, b**ches bring lies
One nigga’s gettin jealous, and motherf**kers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won’t get me
We got foe niggaz, and lowriders, in ski masks
screamin Thug Life every time they pass {All Eyez On Me}

[Chorus One: 2Pac]

Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
live the life of a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin high..

[Syke]
Heeyyy, to my nigga ‘Pac..
So much trouble in the world, nigga
Can’t nobody feel your pain
The world’s changin everyday, times moving faaast
My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?
I’m caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip
I’m lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless
Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I’m takin off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
Devoted to servin this, Moet and paaayyy-checks
Like Akai satellite nigga I’m forever ballin
It ain’t right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin
S**ker duck and get busted, no emotion
My devotion is handlin my business nigga keep on coastin
Where you goin I been there came back as lonely homie
Steady flowin against the grain niggaz STILL don’t know me
It’s about the money in this rap s**t, this crap s**t
It ain’t funny niggaz don’t even know how to act – s**t!
What can I do, what can I say, is there another way?
Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo’ parlay
My little homie G, can’t you see, I’m busta free
Niggaz can’t stand me – all eyes on me!

[Chorus Two: 2Pac]

I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high {All Eyez On Me}
I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high

[2Pac]
The feds is watchin, niggaz plottin to get me
Will I survive, will I die? Come on let’s picture the possibility
Givin me charges, lawyers makin a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that’s why I blaze s**t
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers; f**k the law
B**ches I f**k with a passion, I’m livin rough and raw
Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane
Hustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
these niggaz got me tossin s**t
I put the top down, now it’s time to floss my s**t
Keep your head up nigga, make these motherf**kers suffer
Up in the Benz burnin rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
Get your money motherf**ker let’s get rich and we’ll kick it
All eyes on me!

[Chorus Three: 2Pac]

I live the life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}
I live the life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}

['Pac talking]
Pay attention my niggaz
See how that s**t go? Nigga walk up in this motherf**ker
and it be like “bing!”
Cops.. b**ches.. everymotherf**kinbody
[overlap]
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
I got bustas hoes and police watchin a nigga y’know?
[overlap]
I live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Livin life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
{All Eyez On Me}
Hehehe.. it’s like what they think?
I’m walkin around with some ki’s in my pocket or somethin?
{All Eyez On Me}
They think I’m goin back to jail, they REALLY on that dope
[overlap]
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa
I know y’all watchin, I know y’all got me in the scopes
[overlap]
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
I know y’all know this is Thug Life baayy-bay
Y’all got me under surveillance huh?
{All Eyez On Me}
But I’m knowin

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2 PAC – Ain’t Mad At Cha

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Ain’t Mad At Cha’s Lyric

Change, s**t
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y’all niggaz to get up out the hood
S**t, I’m wit cha, I ain’t mad at cha
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain’t talk to in a while
I’ma send this one out for y’all, knahmean?
Cause I ain’t mad at cha
Heard y’all tearin up s**t out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I ain’t…
Givin a motherf**ker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] …mad at cha
Cause I ain’t mad at cha

[Verse One: 2Pac]

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn’t quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don’t wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he’s a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I’m livin large you tell me it’s trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that’s no bulls**tin
I know we grew apart, you probably don’t remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we’d BOMB
on the first motherf**ker with the wrong s**t on
Now the whole s**t’s changed, and we don’t even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain’t even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherf**ker bad
Go toe to toe when it’s time for roll you got a brother’s back
And I can’t even trip, cause I’m just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain’t mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain’t mad at cha)

[Chorus: Danny Boy]

I ain’t, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain’t mad at cha)
I ain’t, mad, at cha

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn’t
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I’m gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn’t nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we separated, you said that you’d wait
Don’t give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I’ll return but I gotta fight the fate’s arrived
Don’t shed a tear, cause Mama I ain’t happy here
I’m through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin mad, I’m knockin busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin, “Hell, I know one day I’ll be back”
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I’ll be there, so prepare, to get f**ked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I’m just laughin at cha
Cause youse a down a*s b**ch, and I ain’t mad at cha

[Chorus: Danny Boy]

I ain’t, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain’t mad at cha)
I ain’t, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down a*s b**ch, and I ain’t mad at cha)

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

Well guess who’s movin up, this nigga’s ballin now
B**ches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He’s Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, you’ll find a rhyme’ll blaze
You’ll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Til God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I’m still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain’t real now?
They got so much to say, but I’m just laughin at cha
You niggaz just don’t know, but I ain’t mad at cha

[Chorus: Danny Boy]

I ain’t, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain’t mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii ain’t mad [2Pac:] (hell nah I ain’t mad at cha) at cha
I ain’t, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain’t mad at cha)
I ain’t, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain’t mad at cha)
I ain’t, mad at cha, noooo
I ain’t mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh

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