Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z..., by 2Pac (2024)

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[Intro]Aww yeah, uhh, uhhHolla if ya hear me, yeah[Verse 1]Here we go, turn it up, let it startFrom block to block we snatching hearts and jacking marksAnd the punk police can't fade meAnd maybe we can have peace someday, GBut right now I got my mind set upLookin' down the barrel of my nine, get up'Cause it's time to make the payback fatTell my brothers on the block–better stay strapped, blackAnd accept no substitutesI bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole schoolOh no, I won't turn the other cheekIn case ya can't see when we burned the other weekNow we got 'em in a smash, blastHow long will it last 'til the po' get mo' cashUntil then, raise up!Tell the young black males, blaze up!Life's a mess don't stress, testI'm givin' but be thankful that you're livin', blessedMuch love to my brothers in the pen'See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me inOnce again it's an all out strappedKeep ya hands on ya gat, now your boys watch ya back'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell yaMess with the best and the vest couldn't help yaScream, if ya feel me; see it clearly?You're too near me[Chorus]Holler if ya hear me!"Hard""Tellin' you to hear it""The rebel"[Verse 2]Pump ya fists like thisHolla if ya hear me, PUMP PUMP if you're pissedTo the sell-outs, livin' it upOne way or another you'll be givin' it up, huhI guess 'cause I'm black bornI'm supposed to say peace, sing songs and get capped onBut it's time for a new plan, BAM!I'll be swingin' like a one-man clanHere we go, turn it up, don't stopTo my homies on the block gettin' dropped by copsI'm still around for yaKeepin' my sound underground for yaAnd I'ma throw a change upQuayle ain't do nothing but blow my name up!Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreetsThey feel me when they rollin' in their fat jeepsThis ain't just a rap song, a black songTellin' all my brothers, get their strap onAnd look for me in the struggleHustlin 'til other brothers bubble[Chorus]Holler if ya hear me!"Hard""Tellin' you to hear it""The rebel"[Verse 3]Will I quit? Will I quit?They claim that I'm violent, but still I keepRepresentin', never give up on a good thingWouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thingAnd now I'm like a major threat'Cause I'll remind you of the things you were made to forgetBring the noise to all my boysKnow the real from the busters and the decoysAnd if ya hustle like a real GPump ya fist if ya feel me, holla if ya hear meLearn to survive in the nine-tre'I make rhyme pay, others make crime payWhatever it takes to live and stand'Cause nobody else'll give a damnSo we live like caged beastsWaitin' for the day to let the rage freeStill me 'til they kill meI love it when they fear me[Chorus]Holler if ya hear me!"Hard""Tellin' you to hear it""The rebel"You're too near me, to see it clearlyHoller if ya hear me!"Hard""Tellin' you to hear it""The rebel"

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[Statements variously said throughout song][Statements: 2pac (Dan Quayle)]I was raised in this society so there's no wayYou can expect me to be a perfect person 'cause I'ma do what I doI am still thirsty(There is absolutely no reason for a record like this to be publishedIt has no place in our society.)They gotta understand me(Withdraw on this record.)That's how I feel I'm a do whatever I like. I'm not a role model, I'm not

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[Intro]"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"[Verse 1]I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the fingaI guess nobody loves a real nigg*-slash-rap singerI thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troopsI brought proof that the nigg*s need guns tooIt's not to be a racist, but let's face thisWouldn't you if we could trade places?I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this dayThem same motherf*ckers on the beat gettin' major payBut when I get my check they takin' tax outSo, we payin' for these pigs to knock the blacks outAin't that a bitch, some officers are gettin' richWhoopin' on thugs and robbin' drug dealers for they sh*tAs far as jealousy, bein' a celebrityNo matter who committed the crime, they all yell at meAnd the media is greedier than mostYou could sell 'em your soul or they'll be on ya til a nigg*'s ghostAnd everyday I read the paper there's another lieThey show my picture for the crimes of another guyNow how's that for the life of a big shotA dead cop, a lawsuit, a little kid shotI play them nuttin' ass marks in the parkFor tryin' to earn they stripes in the darkJust 'cause I come there, don't mean I'm from there, peepOnly jealous motherf*ckers beef, and point the finga[Hook]Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"[Verse 2]As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw looseA zoot troupe full of foolies with tooliesnigg*s run to me don't come to me with beefTake your jewels and your jeep, boom boom! Let that ass sleepIt's gettin' hectic, nigg*s run, quickBuckshots are the payback for dumb sh*tAll you nigg*s on the block tryin' to test meBest wear a vest or get open like, sesameI'll run up on you mad deep; while you're tryin' to sleepI'm steady pumpin' bullets in your sheetsWake up, motherf*cker, don't stutterPoint blank by a nigg* from the gutter, yeah!Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mineBan my rhymes, now It's back to bustin', ninesAnd bustaz can't get none, hell noA quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jawI came up from the amateurs to pro hitsAt 5-0, so you know I take no sh*tAnd everybody wants to kill a bringerOf bad news, so they choose, to point the finga[Hook]Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"[Verse 3]One two three, peace to the real G'sStill me, til these motherf*ckers kill meI bring skills and I build, kill at willSmoke sess til I'm ill, still feel me?I say one two three, peace to the real G'sStill me, til these motherf*ckers kill mePick it up, pick it up, give it upBest to duck or get f*cked for your bucksScream one two three, peace to the real G'sStill me, til these motherf*ckers kill meI can't give up, it's a black thangAnd 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 fingaYo, one two three, peace to my real G'sStill me, til these motherf*ckers kill meI guess nobody loves a rap singerThat's why these motherf*ckers...(hahaha!) point the finga[Hook]Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch"You could get the finger, ("Come and get some!") the middle!"

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Ghetto!(laughter echoes)I' changed?...You motherf*ckers kill me....I've changedIt ain't that I've changedBut it's strange how you motherf*ckers rearrangeWhen I found famePoint ya finger at the bad guy!You know what my momma used to tell meIf ya can't find something to live for......then you BEST, find something to die for(Curtis Mayfield: "If there's hell below, we're all gonna go!")(*repeat the above throughout*)Deep deepLa'tasha Harlins, remember that name...'Cause a bottle of juice... it's not something to die forYoung Quaid, remember that name...'Cause all you motherf*ckersThat go to your grave with that name on your brain'Cause jealousy and recklessness is NOT, something to die forAll you nigg*s out there (echoed laughter)Look how the cracker crumblesWhen I say 'all you nigg*s' (All you nigg*s)UniteOne nigg*, teach two nigg*sFour nigg*s teach more nigg*sAll the poor nigg*sThe pen' nigg*sThe rich nigg*sThe strong nigg*sUNITEThere's more of us than there is of themLook around...Check your stripDeep deepThat's something to die forBlackThat's something to live forWhat do I know?

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[Intro]Got any last wordsYeahYeah I got some last wordsOnce again it's onPoliceIce Cube's in the motherf*ckin' houseThe nigg* ya love to hateIce Cube's in the motherf*ckin' houseThe nigg* ya love to hateIce CubeIce CubeIce CubeIce Cube, Cube, Cube's in the motherf*ckin' house[Verse 1: Ice Cube]Here comes the nigg* with the ruff, the terrorThe paranoid, gots to get the boyGet your steel 'cause I feel like a headbangerYeah I got a gang of sh*ts, styles gunsMy Uzi weighs a motherf*cking tonBucking down one, bucking down twoBucking down your crew, motherf*ck youPigs wear blue, I wear black, nothing but black'Cause goddamn it's a brand new paybackf*ck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigg*On the trigger, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bagThe nigg*, the sag, the forty-four mag got you running like a fa*gSo, keep your motherf*cking jokes'Cause I'm that nigg* with a fresh pair of locsNo yokes but smokesCrackers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackersGet yah for your drawers, young nigg*s out to kill for the cause[Hook]Ice-T in the motherf*cking houseL.A. Playa[Verse 2: Ice T]O-to-the-motherf*ckin-G, I break crazyA lot of nigg*s hate me but they can't fade meStop me, clock me, cops wanna Glock meBut the punk motherf*cking pigs can't stop meUhh, am I a G? I got proofBanged in my youth, keep nigg*s on the roofWith a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope2Pac'll string a nigg* up if the mob don'tSo what's up, punk? You want what I gotStep to me wrong, f*ck around and get shotYour mom's crying, f*ck her, bust herBitch start screaming to me and I'll dust herPops got the LP phat, track on hitLaid by the motherf*ckin' BobcatNinety-three suckas want me to go outThrow the ho out, bitch motherf*cker, I'm rich[Hook]2Pac's in the motherf*cking housenigg* I'm loc'd, when I smoke, from the indo2Pac's in the motherf*cking housenigg* I'm loc'd, when I smoke, from the indo2Pac's in the motherf*cking housenigg* I'm loc'd, when I smoke, from the indo[?] [?] [?] [?] [?]Got any last words[Verse 3: 2Pac & Ice Cube]Now they're after me, why? 'Cause a nigg*'s BlackSpittin' facts and ain't afraid to pull a trigger backLet 'em come step to a real motherf*cker(Boom Boom) Mama ain't raised no suckersDan Quayle, don't you know you need your ass kicked?Where was you when there was nigg*s in the caskets?Motherf*cker rednecks all the sameFear a real nigg* if he ain't balled and chainedThat's why we burn sh*t and wreck'Cause the punk police ain't learned sh*t yetYou mutha-f*ckas gonna pay the priceCan't make a Black life, don't take a Black lifeIt's on, the next real nigg* fall deadDread, Jheri curl, process, or bald headBe prepared for the smoke to bust(What nigg*s need to do is start loc'in up)United we stand, divided we fallThey can shoot one nigg*, but they can't take us allLet's get along with the MexicansAnd we can all have peace on the sets againImagine that if it took place, ha (ha haaaa)Keeping the smiles off they White faceI ain't racist but let's trade placesTrace the hate 'n then face itOne nigg* teach two nigg*sThree teach four nigg*s and them nigg*s teach more nigg*sAnd when we blast that'll be the biggest blast you've heardAnd them is my last wordz

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[Intro]-[Lawyer] Mr. Shakur, can you please explain the meaningBehind your violent lyrics?-[2Pac] Explain the meaning?The f*ck these nigg*s talkin bout?*sounds of running, profuse panting and sirens in background*-[Kid] Damn...-[Cop] Police, FREEZE!-[Kid] Can't get sh*t off!-[Cop] I said FREEZE you miserable black son of a bitch!-[Kid] What, come on, come on!*gunshot*[Verse]My attitude is sh*ttyMy message to the censorship committeeWho's the biggest gang of nigg*s in the city?The critics or the cops?The courts or the crooks, don't look shook- confused?Take a closer look:nigg*s get they neck broke dailyTryin' to stay jail freeWhat the f*ck does Quayle knowWhat young black males need?Please tell meMessage to the censorship committeeWho's the biggest gang of nigg*s in the city?Huh, I pack a nine millimeter 'cause I gottaLivin hotter than the 4th of July, if I gotta die, I gottaMomma told me, "Don't let em fade me......nigg* don't let em make you crazy!"Game is what she gave meGotta watch your back, strappedReal nigg*s rat-packIf you get your ass taxed, bring a gat backThat's not the way we made itThat's just the way it isSlangin' rocks, fed a nigg*'s kidsI came upMy message to the censorship committeeWho's the biggest gang of nigg*s in the city?Cops pull me over, check my plates, but I'm legalYou couldn't get me, figure f*ck with a nigg*s peopleThey got me trapped, gat with the motherf*ckin hammer backCops on my back, just 'cause I'm black, SnapNow I'm guilty?Message to the censorship committeeWho's the biggest gang of nigg*s in the city?All you punk police will never find peaceOn the streets til the nigg*s get a piece, f*ck em!They kill you to control yaPay top dollar for your soulReal nigg*s don't fold, straight souljah![Chorus]Can't find peace on the streetsTil the nigg*s get a piece, f*ck police, hear them screaminf*ck em! Can't find peace on the streetsTil the nigg*s get a piece, f*ck police, hear them screamin(I hear ya!)f*ck em! Can't find peace on the streetsTil the nigg*s get a piece, f*ck police, screamin(I hear ya!)f*ck em! Can't find peace on the streetsTil the nigg*s get a piece, f*ck police, screamin(I hear ya!)f*ck em! Can't find peace on the streetsTil the nigg*s get a piece, f*ck police (I hear ya!)f*ck em! Can't find peace on the streetsTil the nigg*s get a piece, f*ck police (I hear ya!)f*ck em! Can't find peace on the streetsTil the nigg*s get a piece, f*ck police (I hear ya!)The nigg*s scream f*ck em![Bridge]Motherf*ckin punk police (I hear ya!)Thinkin they run the motherf*ckin streetsIt's mo' nigg*s than it's policeThink (I hear ya!)One nigg*, teach two nigg*sTeach three nigg*s, teach fo' nigg*s (I hear ya!)Teach mo' nigg*s, and we could run this sh*t!I hear ya![Outro]They finally pulled me over and I laughedRemember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!)They finally pulled me over and I laughedRemember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!)They finally pulled me over and I laughedRemember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!)They finally pulled me over and I laughedRemember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!)They finally pulled me over and I laughedRemember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!)They finally pulled me over and I laughedRemember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!)They finally pulled me over and I laughedRemember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!)They finally pulled me over and I laughedRemember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!)They finally pulled me over and I laughedRemember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!)They finally pulled me over and I laughedRemember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!)

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[Intro: 2Pac]So what the f*ck you talkin about?! Aw, sh*t[Verse 1: 2Pac]Goody, goody, gumdropsnigg*, get your hoodie and your gun co*cked, rock it till the drum stopsHip-hop even if my sh*t flip flopIt probably wouldn't stop, talk sh*t and get sockedHow ya hang em? Know a realer nigg*? You could bring himIf I don't represent the sh*t, I'll kick it, we could sway himHunh! As if I know ya, then I could show yaBut if I don't know, I gotta .44 fo' yaSo, so peep game, at point blank rangeThe fame can't change what the game maintainsStrange! Went against the grain, aw sh*t!Flick or no flick I trips for no bitchCatch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'm a diss herCouldn't be my sister if she's actin' like I missed herTell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play meDon't these nigg*s know that neither one of y'all can fade meI ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deiselBut f*ck with 2Pac and pop goes the weaselMe and Threat made a bet on how many fellasWould jock a mothaf*ckin' real nigg* 'cause they jealousThey do it for the fame, explain, insaneWhat's in a name? What's in a name?Peep game[Chorus: Deadly Threat]Punk bitch, how ya like me now?Can't f*ck around wit the funky stylePut it together like a puzzle builderIf Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya[Verse 2: Deadly Threat, 2Pac, Deadly Threat & 2Pac]Killa CaliThe state where they killDown wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?The bitches lookin funnyFilm at elev', film at eleven with they minds on they heavenWith they .357Where you at?On the freeway, leaving LAOK, see you when get here loco*kay-Here I am. Here I amGoddamn that was quickTold ya I was comingWho is that? Is that your woman?Na, that's just a hoochie looking for some juiceWhat's up my nigg*? What ya know? A nigg* got a little biggerThat's all folks knowFat gold ropesGotta keep a low key for my attackWhen I approach, I want the diamonds, the pearlsThe round-the-way girls'Cause baby got, baby got, back out this worldWould you give a fee? Never, fly like a featherMake more money than your daddy and your mama put togetherThe game is to be sold, not to be toldSo buy itCan't afford it?Low budget hoes gotta brotherPeep game[Chorus: Deadly Threat]Punk bitch, how ya like me now?Can't f*ck around wit the funky stylePut it together like a puzzle builderIf Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya[Verse 3: Deadly Threat]Don't sell out, get the hell out'Cause here I come, hit em with my bop gunThey came and they blast, we got wit their assAnd oh, popped his vest and all the rest of that messComin through like Terminator 2Boost your crew 'cause we ain't afraid of youYou know what time it is wit me once the clock strike 3:00We goin coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs (oowee)[Chorus: Deadly Threat]Punk bitch, how ya like me now?Can't f*ck around wit the funky stylePut it together like a puzzle builderIf Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya[Verse 4: 2Pac]Time to get paid, time to get paid, checkTime to represent the west homie, nothing but a vest on meGot my hands on my Glock, eyes on the prizeFirst sucker jump, first nigg* dieGimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told yaHard as a boulder, motherf*cking soldierBoom bam boom!! It's a stickupVice president Dan Quayle eat a dick upPeep game[Chorus: Deadly Threat]Punk bitch, how ya like me now?Can't f*ck around wit the funky stylePut it together like a puzzle builderIf Threat don't getcha, Pac gon' kill ya[Outro: 2Pac]Punk bitchf*ck all those motherf*ckersThey all can eat a motherf*cking dick upWord up, f*ck the police, I don't give a f*ckBobcat in this motherf*cker boyBig up! Big up! To the criminalsf*ck em"This is serious business"Yeah, microphone mafia2Pac, Threat, Bobcat93 shotYeah nigg*, bitch

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[Intro]Eat a dick up[Hook]["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...Still don't nothin' move but the moneyStick up, stick up, stick up kids...Still don't nothin' move but the money"][Verse 1: Stretch]Strugglin', jugglin', got it to the black manEatin' the scams like I was motherf*ckin' Pac-ManCops step off, you know the flavorThey fear the ruffneck nigg*s with the lunatic behaviorAnd now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meetStabbin' for a fee, it gets hard on the f*ckin' streetsIt's like a madness, f*ck making gravyI rhyme and do crimes, 'cause either way pays meA little rough with a hardcore...themeCouldn't rough something rougher in your...dreamsMad rugged so you know we're gonna ... ripWith that roughneck nigg* named 2PacalypseRepresenting YG'z yoFlip Stretch Homicide and my nigg* GambinoSeek and Po, can't forget Money BagsStickin' up spots and jumpin' in JagsGotta get ahead and always stay bumblin'And always keep a hand on the gat'Cause a nigg*s straight strugglin'[Hook]["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...Still don't nothin' move but the moneyStick up, stick up, stick up kids...Still don't nothin' move but the money"][Verse 2: Majestic]I'm used to being poor, but now I'm sick of strugglin'I thought about bumpin', but motherf*ck jugglin'I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thickerBut I'd rather use my gun 'cause I get the money quicker, so bust itLook as I cut the records hard to ejectA quick clip threw my body down, uhh! It's another hitI got energy to blast now you want the task here'Cause of the light a motherf*cker shot that ass upBut rugged and rough is how I'm steppin'Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept inEye on the Mac 'cause the dogg got it goin' onIf you come up steppin' you'll be lit like a hickSo you better chill, 'cause I got too much money to getA street thug in the motherf*ckin' house, I'm strugglin'Get drunk but I don't thinkI'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitchWhen I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch'Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin' in a ditchYou'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame'Cause I'm playing to win, and survive in the gameI'm strugglin'[Hook]["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...Still don't nothin' move but the moneyStick up, stick up, stick up kids...Still don't nothin' move but the money"][Verse 3: 2Pac]Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bangAin't nothin' changed, set it off, I let the brains hangGuess who's back to put nigg*s on they backFeel the contact, nigg*s running free better fall backI'm fifty nigg*s deep, beat sleepWith a Mossberg wrapped in my sheetsThree deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young GunzStrugglin' and strivin', that's how the dough comeNow get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goalThrow a bolo so low when I flow yoMuch too high to read the signs, I'm blindClickin' on the nine, out to get mineI go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boomBlowin' motherf*ckers to the moonnigg*s need to feel me a real G, humbin' the bumblin'See me on the block, strugglin'And rollin' with the roughnecks 'nuff checks cashedI get in nigg*s ass, blastStraight strugglin'[Outro]["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...Still don't nothin' move but the moneyStick up, stick up, stick up kids...Still don't nothin' move but the moneyStick up, stick up, stick up kids...Still don't nothin' move but the moneyStick up, stick up, stick up kids...Still don't nothin' move but the money"]

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[Intro]Guess who's back?[Verse 1]Drop the drums, here it comes, only gotTwo minutes to bounce, and every second countsBetter press REC on your deckHere we go, set? Pass the MoëtMy trickery's more slippery when wetWicked as I flip, don't trip, get a gripIt'll kick, if the bassline's thick, it's a hitEverybody's got a mic now, it's like a hobbyBut more like a job, 'cause bootleggers tryin' to rob me!And little man wants to be a rap, starMake papes, hit skins, drive a fat carIt ain't easy, sleaaaazy evenDeceivin' those we believe inNo benefits, just tricks and chicksKnock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to lickI shoot a gift, til there ain't none leftAnd if I find that the track sound defI catch wreck till I lose my breathThat's how it goes in the land of brokeI dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my doughNow I suppose I'm the bad guy, why?I say, "Hi," and try to stay highLife's a mess don't stress, testOf givin but be thankful that you're livin', blessedGuess who's back, comin back with the track suppliedBy Special Ed and Ak, comin' right and exactI'm fightin' it back but now I snap, where they at?When it's time to go to combat, guess who's back[Hook]"Yes I'm back""2Pac is" back!!"Yes I'm back""2Pac is" back!!"Yes I'm back""2Pac is" back!!"Yes I'm back""2Pac is" back!![Verse 2]Drop the drums, here it comes, only gotOne minute to bounce, and every second countsI went from hustlin' dicks to makin' hits, bustin' flicksNow I'm sure to be rich for ninety-sixI pull my 'capes on tapes, and make, papesTrace the bass, to the tape with the baddest bass to dateI try to shake it but the pace is hard to breakGood thoughts I wait, 'cause they hate my black tapeYeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap raceBut if ya got a black face, it's a rat raceI struggle to be rugged and raw, DukesTryin' to survive in the trials and lawsuitsEverybody wants to test me, WHY ME?No lie, nigg*s cried when they try meGivin' up the roughness, justiceI'ma bust as I'm rippin' up 'nuff hitsAnd guess who's back? No longer trapped'Cause I snapped on the ones that held me back, feel the contactRide the track, get a grip as I flipGhetto wickedness I kick. Guess who's back?[Hook]"Yes I'm back""2Pac is" back!!"Yes I'm back""2Pac is" back!!"Yes I'm back""2Pac is" back!!"Yes I'm back""2Pac is" back!!"Yes I'm back""2Pac is" back!!"Yes I'm back""2Pac is" back!![Outro]"Yes I'm back, 'cause I never did front"

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[Intro: Scarface & E-40]I got a head, but ain't no screws in itMoney, Money, Money by the tonI got a head, but ain't no screws in itMoney, Money, Money by the tonI got a head, but ain't no screws in it[Verse 1: 2Pac]Roll up and get swoll' up, hold upHow ya gonna play me like a sunkin' dunkin' donut?I done came a long way to get checksSo give me respect when I get wreckOr get your motherf*ckin' chin checkedOnce again, it's your friend outta OaklandHoping I can rock the sh*t to get ya openSay you're looking for some real sh*t then catchA funkified batch, like that!!Oakland's on the map2Pac is on the big screen strivin'Gotta love a nigg* for survivin'I wear a lot of old school jewelsLook how the fools drool, ooohhStop lookin at me hard 'cause you're bufferMy nine is buckin' bigger motherf*ckersTurnin' men to suckersnigg*s wanna spark a little ruckusBetter duck 'cause I'll be poppin' them motherf*ckersThey wanna throw their hands up, that's tightHit em wit' my ain't never had sh*t left, rightThen hit em wit' the uppercut, duck quicksh*t outta luck, f*ckin' stuck with that rough sh*tf*ck a pop song, f*ck a video, f*ck Arseniof*ck the radio Do you hear me though?Give a holla to my nigg*s in the penAnd my murderous partners wit their Mac 10sI represent the real 'cause I'm ill, GGlock co*cked 'till the day they kill meI'm representin'[Chorus: 2Pac, Scarface & E-40]Money, Money, Money by the tonI got a head, but ain't no screws in itStrictly RepresentinMoney, Money, Money by the tonI got a head, but ain't no screws in it[Verse 2: 2Pac]Peace to Redman, Treach, Vin Rock, Kay Gee the great oneMary J. Blige, Pete Rock and Troy, the late sonHeavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen LatifahToo Short, Tony Toni Tone, LayLaw beat cutsEd, the special motherf*cker and the LoverThe Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, and Jungle BrothersDas EFX, EPMD, and Ice CubeHouse of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudesCypress Hill, yeah, the ill nigg*sDigital Underground: my real nigg*sRaw Fusion, Organized KonfusionWicked and the Mouse Man, Spice 1 and Pooh ManTLC, Eric B., Rakim, and ScarfaceStretch, Maj, K-Low, pumpin the Squad's bassThoro Headz, Poonannynans, The ClickE-40, The Governor, and Richie RichYoung Guns in the house pumpin' the flavaThugadon DJ Dize ruff neck behaviorOff the head, my freestyle flowJust a couple of motherf*ckers that I knowBe strictly representin[Chorus: 2Pac, Scarface & E-40]Money, Money, Money by the tonI got a head, but ain't no screws in itYeah, strictly RepresentinMoney, Money, Money by the ton1 motherf*ckin', 2 motherf*ckin', 3 motherf*ck', 4I got a head (Damn, who did I forget?)But ain't no screws in itBut ain't no screws in it[Verse 3: 2Pac]I'm a soulja, daddy was a soulja strongAnd the struggle must continue so it's onRaised in a house full of bad motherf*ckersMad motherf*ckers, never had, so we grabFrom the sad motherf*ckersNow they know me, the homiesRaised by some crazed ass well paid OG'sAh sh*t! Pulled up in a Benzy, snatchThe wheel as I peel off catchA co*cktail, block sale's hit, raise a fistSo they know who make the hitCan I flip it? I make it wicked as I rip it (Uh)To get specific: if the shoe fits, then kick itIt's for the gifted, pump your fist if you with itHere's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip sh*tNow they wanna ban me (Told ya)All I wanted to be was a souljaBang bang boogie, it's a stick upQuit now, nigg*, eat a dick upHuh, I'm representin'

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[Intro: 2Pac]Little something for my godson ElijahAnd a little girl named Corin[Verse 1: 2Pac & Dave Hollister]Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juiceI say the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots (Oh)I give a holla to my sisters on welfare2Pac cares if don't nobody else care (Oh)And, uh, I know they like to beat you down a lotWhen you come around the block, brothers clown a lotBut please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let upForgive, but don't forget, girl, keep ya head upAnd when he tells you you ain't nothin', don't believe himAnd if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him'Cause, sister, you don't need himAnd I ain't tryin' to gas you up, I just call 'em how I see 'em (You don't need him)You know what makes me unhappy? (What's that?)When brothers make babiesAnd leave a young mother to be a pappy (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)And since we all came from a womanGot our name from a woman and our game from a woman (Yeah, yeah)I wonder why we take from our womenWhy we rape our women, do we hate our women?(Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?)I think it's time to kill for our womenTime to heal our women, be real to our womenAnd if we don't, we'll have a race of babiesThat will hate the ladies that make the babies (Oh, yeah-yeah)And since a man can't make oneHe has no right to tell a woman when and where to create oneSo will the real men get up?I know you're fed up, ladies, but keep ya head up[Chorus: Dave Hollister](Keep ya head up)Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier(Keep-keep ya head up)Ooh, child, things'll get brighter(Oh-oh, keep ya head up)Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier(Keep-keep ya head up)Ooh, child, things'll get brighter[Verse 2: 2Pac & Dave Hollister]Ayo, I remember Marvin Gaye used to sing to meHe had me feelin' like black was the thing to beAnd suddenly the ghetto didn't seem so toughAnd though we had it rough, we always had enoughI huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rulesRan with the local crew and had a smoke or twoI realize Mama really paid the priceShe nearly gave her life to raise me right (Oh, yeah-yeah)And all I had to give her was my pipe dreamOf how I'd rock the mic and make it to the bright screenI'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen centsIt's hard to be legit and still pay your rentAnd in the end, it seems I'm headin' for the pen'I try to find my friends, but they're blowin' in the windLast night, my buddy lost his whole familyIt's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity (Oh, no, no, no)It seems the rain'll never let upI try to keep my head up and still keep from gettin' wet up, huhYou know, it's funny, when it rains it poursThey got money for wars, but can't feed the poorSaid it ain't no hope for the youthAnd the truth is it ain't no hope for the futureAnd then they wonder why we crazy, huhI blame my mother for turnin' my brother into a crack babyWe ain't meant to survive 'cause it's a set-upAnd even though you're fed up, huh, you got to keep ya head up[Chorus: Dave Hollister](Keep ya head up)Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier(Keep-keep ya head up)Ooh, child, things'll get brighter(Oh-oh, keep ya head up)Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier(Keep-keep ya head up)Ooh, child, things'll get brighter[Verse 3: 2Pac & Dave Hollister]And, uh, to all the ladies havin' babies on they ownI know it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all aloneDaddy's long gone and he left you by your lonesomeThank the Lord for my kids even if nobody else want 'em'Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sureAnd if you fall, stand tall and come back for more (Oh-oh)'Cause ain't nothin' worse than when your sonWants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'You can't complain, you was dealt this hell of a handWithout a man, feelin' helpless (I know you were)Because there's too many things for you to deal withDyin' inside, but outside you're lookin' fearlessWhile the tears is rollin' down your cheeksYou're steady hopin' things don't all fall this week (Yeah)'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it (Yeah)And don't blame me, I was given this world, I didn't make it (Oh, yeah)And now my son's gettin' older and olderAnd cold from havin' the world on his shouldersWhile the rich kids is drivin' BenzI'm still tryin' to hold on to survivin' friends (Oh, yeah)And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let upBut, huh, please, you got to keep your head up

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[Intro]Yo, lawIs it cool if a nigg* just get f*cked up for this one?Yeah, Mr. f*ck-a-Cop is backAnd I still don't give a f*ck, yaknahmsayin'?Puffin' on this indo (Guess who's back)In the studio with my partners out here (Guess who's back)Pacific Heights in the house (Guess who's back), know what I mean?(And madder than motherf*cker)[Verse 1]I was framed, so don't make the same mistake, nigg*You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigg*'Cause the police love to break a nigg*Send 'em upstate 'cause they straight-up hate the nigg*sSo what I do is get a crew of zoo nigg*sStraight fools into rules and do nigg*sAnd one-time had enough of meI'm still raw so the law can't f*ck with meThey wanna send me to the pen', punk, picture thatI stay strapped, motherf*ckers better get your gatIt ain't easy bein' me, I can't take itLife as a celebrity ain't everything they make itAnd ever since the movies these hoes try to do meIf they can't screw me, they find a way to sue meNow can you picture me coolin' at a night club?Nothin' but love, but motherf*ckers wanna mean mugSince I wear a lot of gold, they plotDon't know what I got and get shot with the hot onesAnd, aw yeah, I wanna feel guiltyBut you punk motherf*ckers tried to milk meYou'll get smacked behind the ear with my phone or my pagerIt's beepin' while I cut you with my razorI'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervousI got no mercy for these nigg*s tryin' to serve usBut if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm gotYou love to shoot a nigg* but you scared to pop a copNow drop it[Chorus]Strictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my nigg*s, makin' G's[Verse 2]Reflected and disrespected, plus I'm rejectedYou're just another rapper, who swears he's makin' recordsThat's what they said whenever I would walk byI never tripped though, always kept my head up highEventually I knew that I would find my wayAfter the darkest night always comes a brighter dayAnd some would say, that turned away is all you'll getI just said "Bet!," and never let 'em see me sweat'Cause in the end, I knew that I would have it allWhile non-believers were prayin' for my downfallAnd some would call and tell me that they wish me wellBut in my heart, I'm knowin' that they wish me hellYo, get a real job, rappin' doesn't pay the rentI hit the studio, 'cause that's where all my money wentNever surrender, it's all about the faith you've gotDon't ever stop, just push it 'til you hit the topAnd if you drop, at least you know you gave your allBe true to you, and that way you can never fallBut beware, these backstabbers ain't no jokeJust like a rope, they hang on you until you're brokeAnd when you're broke, they move onto the next dopeAnd there you are, can't even pay your car noteAnd when you reminisce, thinkin' how you got dissedRemember how it felt and then remember thisBe true to you, believe that there's no one bigger'Cause they can all suck dick, it's strictly for my nigg*s[Chorus]Strictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my nigg*s, makin' G's[Verse 3]This is for the critics if you live upPick up my sh*t or I'll be back doin' stick-upsI better see five stars next to my pictureIf not, 2Pac will cop the Glock and come knockin' to getchaI told you once, motherf*cker, I'm a nutPlay me like a butt and you'll be bleedin' when you're f*ckednigg*s know what's up but they be tryin' to hold me downI'm comin' outta Oaktown, bitch f*ck aroundAnd it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore, nigg*It's the way you throw them thangs in the warAnd to the marks that be talkin' all that sh*tScreamin' out the next nigg*'s name like a bitchAnd the nigg*s that I ran into recentlyThe motherf*ckers at the club that pulled the piece on meYou little bitches shoulda pulled the f*ckin' triggerNow you live in fear of a heartless-ass nigg*Mr. Troublesome, nigg*s tried to play me with the gatBut like Terminator, nigg*, I'll be backYeah, and I'll be back with a f*ckin' armyYou tried to harm me, ring the alarm, G'Cause most motherf*ckers love to act up, without they backupWhen they get jacked up, they crack upIt's strictly for my nigg*s at the showSo they know, not to play me like a hoStrictly for my[Chorus]Strictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my nigg*s, makin' G'sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my nigg*s, makin' G'sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my nigg*s, makin' G'sStrictly for my, strictly for my, stric-stric-Strictly for my, strictly for my, stric-stric-Strictly for my, strictly for my, stric-stric-Strictly for my nigg*s, makin' G'sStrictly, strictly, stric-stric-Strictly, strictly, stric-stric-Strictly, strictly, stric-stric-Strictly for my nigg*s, makin' G'sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my nigg*s, makin' G'sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my nigg*sStrictly for my nigg*s, makin' G's

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[Verse 1]Growing up as an inner city brothaWhere every other had a pops and a mothaI was the product of a heated loverNobody knew how deep it screwed meAnd since my pops never knew meMy family didn't know what to do with meWas I somebody they despised?Curious look in they eyesAs if they wonder if I'm dead or aliveAnd poor momma can't control me"Quit tryin' to save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies!"A tickin' timebomb, can't nobody fade mePackin' a 380 and fiendin' for MercedesSuckers scatter but it don't matter I'm a cool shotPunks drop from all the buckshots the fools gotI'm tired of being a nice guyI've been poor all my life, but don't know quite whySo they label me a lunaticCould care less, death or successIs what I quest 'cause I'm fearlessNow the streets are deathrow[Hook]('Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')The streets are deathrow('Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')The streets are deathrow[Verse 2]I just murdered a man, I'm even more stressed, wearin' a vestHopin' that they're aimin' at my chestMuch too young to bite the bulletHand on the triggaI see my life before my eyes each time I pull itI hope I live to be a manMust be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in the state penCounting pennies over the years I'd done stacked manyProving wrong thoseWho swore I'd wouldn't live till twentyNow they gotta copeSince it's the only thing I knowIt's difficult to let it goI'm startin' to lose my hair 'cause I worryHustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedBut now I gotta move away now'Cause these suckers love ta' spray where I lay downMy homie lost his family, he snappedShot up half the block to bring 'em backThe streets are Deathrow[Hook]('Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')The streets are deathrow('Ccause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')The streets are deathrow('Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')The streets are deathrow('Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')[Verse 3]I'm dangerous when drunk I only drink beerGin makes me sin, unable to think clearHennessy makes me think my enemy is getting closeBoom-boom-boom! Got me shootin' at a ghostSome call me crazy but this is what you gave meAmongst the babies who raised up from the slaveryI sport a vest and hit the sess to kill the stressMoved out west and I invest in all the bestThose who test will find a bullet in they chestPut to rest, by a brotha who was hopelessGrow up broke, on the rope of insanityHow many pistols smoking comin' from a broken family?I'm sick of being tiredSick of the sirens, bodybags, and the guns firin'Tell Bush, "Push the button!" 'cause I'm fedTired of hearin' these voices in my headThe streets are deathrow[Hook]('Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')The streets are deathrow('Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')The streets are deathrow('Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')The streets are deathrow('Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')The streets are deathrow('Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')The streets are deathrow('Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')The streets are deathrow('Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin')The streets are deathrow[Outro]This go out to my partners in the Live Squad(like it ain't nothin')And all my homies out there involved in that 187Watch your backThere's got to be a better wayThere's too many of us in the cemeteryI love it when they fear me!Come on, what we gonna do now?I love it when they fear me!The streets are deathrow *echoes*

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[Intro: Shock G & 2Pac]'Round and 'round (Aw yeah)'Round and 'round, 'round we go (I get around)'Round and 'roundStill clown with the Underground, when we come around(Step up, step-step up, step up)'Round and 'round, 'round we go (stronger than ever)'Round and 'round[Verse 1: 2Pac]Back to get wrecked, all respectTo those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check‘Cause, oh, they sweat a brother majorlyAnd I don't know why your girl keeps pagin' meShe tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves meAnd every time she sees me, she squeeze me—lady, take it easy!Hate to sound sleazy, but tease meI don't want it if it's that easyAyo, bust it, baby got a problem saying "Bye-bye"Just another hazard of a fly guyYou ask "Why?", don't matter, my pockets got fatterNow everybody's lookin' for the latterAnd ain't no need in being greedy, if you wanna see meDial the beeper number, baby, when you need meAnd I'll be there in a jiffyDon't be picky, just be happy with this quickieWhen will ya learn you can't tie me downBaby doll, check it out: I get around[Chorus: Shock G & 2Pac]What you mean you don't know?Round and round, around we goI get around, the Underground just don't stop for hoesRound and roundI get around, still down with the UndergroundRound and round, around we goI get around, yeah, ayo Shock, let them hoes knowRound and round[Verse 2: Shock G & Money B]Now you can tell from my everyday fits I ain't richSo cease and desist with them tricks (Tricks)I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (mix)Tryna make a dollar out of 15 cents (A dime and a nickel)Just 'cause I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheetsBaby, I can see, that you don't recognize meI'm Shock G, the one who put the satin on your pantiesNever knew a hooker that could share me; I get around[Verse 3: Money B & Shock G]What's up, love? How you doin'? (All right)Well, I've been hangin', sangin' tryna do my thang, oh, you heard that I was bangin'Your homegirl you went to school with? That's coolBut did she tell you about her sister and your cousin? Thought I wasn't (Uhh)See, weekends were made for MichelobBut it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yoAnd don't mistake my statement for a clownWe can keep in the down low, long as you know that I get around[Chorus: Shock G & 2Pac]'Round and 'round, around we go2Pacalypse Now don't stop for hoes, I get around'Round and 'round'Round and 'round, around we goWhy I ain't call you? Hahahah, please!'Round and 'round[Verse 4: 2Pac]Fingertips on the hips as I dipGotta get a tight grip, don't slip; loose lips sink shipsIt's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips, see me jockin'Put a little twist in her hips ‘cause I'm watchin'Conversations on the phone 'til the break of dawnNow we're all alone, why the lights on?Turn them off! Time to set it off, get you wet and softSomethin' is on your mind, let it offYou don't know me, you just met me, you won't let meWell, if I couldn't have it (Silly rabbit) why you sweatin' me?It's a lot of real Gs doin' time'Cause a groupie bent the truth and told a lieYou picked the wrong guy, baby, if you're too flyYou need to hit the door, search for a new guy'Cause I only got one night in townBreak out or be clowned, baby doll are you down?I get around[Outro: Shock G]'Round and 'round, around we go'Round and 'round, around we go, uhh'Round and 'round, around we go'Round and 'round, around we go'Round and 'round, 'round we go'Round and 'round, 'round we go'Round and 'round, 'round we go, whoa'Round and 'round we go'Round and 'round'Round and 'round'Round and 'round'Round and 'round

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[Intro: 2Pac]Daddy's home...Heh, so??You say that like that means somethin' to meYou've been gone a mighty long motherf*ckin' timeFor you to be comin' home talkin' that "daddy's home" sh*t (nigg*)We been gettin' along fine just without youMe, my brother, and my motherSo if you don't mind, you can step the f*ck off, pops... f*ck you![Verse 1: 2Pac]Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sightA pitiful plight, so I pray, poor starry nightPlease send me a pops before pubertyThe things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unityMoms always work, I barely see herI'm startin' to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be herIt's a wonder they don't understand kids todaySo when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that wayAnd I hope that he answers meI heard God don't like ugly, well take a look at my familyA different father every weekendBefore we get to meet him they break up before the week endsI'm gettin' sick of all the friendshipsAs soon as we kick it he done split and the whole sh*t ends quickHow can I be a man if there's no role model?I'm srivin' to save my soul I stay cold drinkin' a forty bottleI'm so sorry...[Chorus]I'm so sorryFor all this time (I'm so sorry)For all this timeFor all this time (don't lie)I'm so sorryFor all this time (so, sorry)For all this timeFor all this time, so sorry baby![Verse 2: Wycked & 2Pac]Moms had to entertain many menDidn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent againI'm gettin' a bit older and I'm startin' to be a botherMoms can't stand me cause I'm lookin' like my fatherShould I stay or run away? Tell me the answerMoms ignores me and avoids me like cancerGrow up rough and it's hard to understand stuffMoms was tough 'cause his papa wasn't man enoughCouldn't stand up to his own responsibilitiesInstead of takin' care of me, he'd rather live lavishlyThat's why I'll never be a fatherUnless you got the time it's a crime; don't even botherThat's when I started hatin' the phony smilesSaid I was an only childLook at mama's lonely smile!It's hard for a son to see his mother cryShe only loves you, but has to f*ck with these other guysI'm so sorry...[Chorus]I'm so sorryFor all this time (I'm so sorry)For all this timeFor all this time (don't lie)I'm so sorryFor all this time (so, sorry)For all this timeFor all this time, so sorry baby![Verse 3: 2Pac]Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroesMoms was the only one there, my pops was a no-showAnd oh, I guess ya didn't knowThat I would grow to be so strongLookin' kinda pale, was it the ale or pops was wrong?Where was the money that you said, you would send meTalked on the phone and you sounded so friendlyAsking 'bout school and my welfareBut it's clear, you ain't sincere, hey who the hell caresYou think I'm blind but this time I see you comin', Jack!You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin' backAsking 'bout my moms like you loved her from the startLeft her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heartSo don't even start with that "Wanna be a father" sh*tDon't even bother with your dollars I don't need itI'll bury moms like you left me: all alone, GNow that I finally found you, stay the f*ck away from meYou're so sorry[Chorus]I'm so sorryFor all this time (I'm so sorry)For all this timeFor all this time (don't lie)I'm so sorryFor all this time (so, sorry)For all this timeFor all this time, so sorry baby![Verse 4: 2Pac - impersonating his father]I never meant to leave but I was wantedCrossed too many people every house I'd touch was hauntedHad to watch the strangers every brother was a dangerIf I wanted to to keep you breathin', had to be out of range-aHad to move on, done lost my name and picked a numberMade me watch my back I had no happy home to run toMaybe it's my fault for being a father livin' fastBut livin' slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no assHindsight shows me it was wrong all alongI wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strongIt took a little longer than I thoughtI slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courtsNow I'm doin' time and I wish you'd understandAll I ever wanted was for you to be a manAnd grow to be the titan you was meant to beKeep the war fightin' by the writings that you sent to meI'm so sorry...[Chorus]I'm so sorryFor all this time (I'm so sorry)For all this timeFor all this time (don't lie)I'm so sorryFor all this time (so, sorry)For all this timeFor all this time, so sorry baby!

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[Intro: 2Pac & Stretch]*laughter*We going platinum nigg*, we going platinum (Where the beat?)Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherf*ckerWe get my nigg* Treach from Naughty By Nature in this motherf*ckerMy nigg* Apache up in this motherf*cker[Verse 1: 2Pac]My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch itTalkin' quicker than a vic that's tryin' to keep from gettin' blastedI had enough I put a hit upon them bastardsBoo-yaa, turn this Benz into a casketNow they after me, prowling for a nigg*s bucksTime to see, who's the G, with the bigger nutsBuck buck, big up they're livin' recklessnigg*s with a death-wish step in with a TEC and I'll wet thisYeah this sh*t is hyperTrue to what I'm writing, representing and I'm striking like a viperHuh, I got my mind made up, I got my nineRing the alarm, and strong-arm what's mineSome nigg*s need to feel me with a passionI'm old fashioned, run up on me, nigg*, and get blastedWith five deadly venoms[Bridge: Stretch]Yeah 'Pac, f*ck that, still hittin' 'em up withThat old deadly sh*t, ayy yo, Treach, where you at?Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness[Verse 2: Treach]We come to hit you with a sock full of funkUnder ya eye next to ya nose, punkIt's funky like skunk blunts stunk like funk c*ntI come to take you on a war rough and rugged routeAnd if another doubts I blow your f*ckin' mother outAnd after she's crossed outI shout, "I'm the MC wit' the nasty mouth!" and kick the bitch outSue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeahPlus my style's ten to twenty f*ckin' pounds moreI take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin' sh*tPickin' pockets with a razor stoppin' Russian rocketsNot shoplift, I'm liftin' shopOnce you sound hot, 'cause if you ain't a perfect tenMy sign is stop!It's twenty mother-crooked-f*ckin' styles in 'emLike women in denim, I'm in 'em for deadly ready venom[Verse 3: Majesty]Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big MajThe thugadon king I come tougherTear 'em down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom!Breakin' 'em down, I make 'em see their doomComing straight from the dome where I roam since a toddlerRob and steal and runnin' from the coppersWho hold a, boulder, turn the gun controllerStarted from a punk, now to be a high rollerYoungest, reckless, crazy, disasterMAC-11 blaster, and I run fasterThan a lot of cops I can't be stopped 'til my head gets poppedA lot of f*ckin' bodies will dropIt's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood splatterI make 'em scatter, leavin' trails of brains and bladdersBlowin' 'em out the frame with no shameGame tight, drop a body then get out of sightCount my loot after I shoot, feed my kid, f*ck a bitchSomething I don't wanna do, something that I never didI try to get him, I think I hit 'em, I lit himHe's out! A poison, a deadly venom[Bridge: Stretch]Yeah Maj, f*ck that! You know how we doKnow I'm sayin'? Squad in effect, YG'z in effectNow you know a nigg* like me gotta representYou know I'm sayin'? Check it out[Verse 4: Stretch]Once again, back to rip sh*t, quick on the flip tipThe psycho, represent the real to take the mic flowDeadly, rock a head G, check the melodynigg*s can't touch me when I'm wreckin' sh*t you better flee'Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four MagSo nigg* flip or take a trip in a body bagUhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped upYeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped upNo joke, you get yolked, no matter how it soundWe're taking all fake nigg*s back to the stomping groundLine 'em up single file, dome runnin' in 'emA nigg* hit 'em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom[Bridge: Stretch]nigg*, ya know I'm sayin'? f*ck that!I told you, we takin' over, yo 'Pac[Verse 5: 2Pac]Five deadly venoms verse five be the livestStrugglin' and strive, keep a nine in my waistlineTake mine, you better bury me, GPunk ass nigg*s don't even worry me, seeI got a Glock that say 'Pac run the blockf*ck the cops 'cause my gauge gets me— paid!As I sit and reminisce about the old daysHugging on my AK, f*ck getting played, heyI say nigg*s need to get they mind rightUntil they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tightNow it's on everyday could be my last dayThat's why I blast on they ass as I passed let the glass sprayFirst you had a mouth full of frontsNow your mouth's full of chunks, Pac's out puffin' bluntsDeadly venoms[Bridge: Stretch]Hahaha, yeah pass that sh*t over hereApache bout to clean sh*t up[Verse 6: Apache]Throw up your middle finger! Start the track for the maniacOnly thing I'm giving out is black donuts and dirty backsLet me tell ya how rough I getI pop sh*t behind your back get in your face and pop the same sh*tYou can't get in 'cause my gate's bigger, I'm a snake nigg*I act thug, squeeze so hard I break the f*ckin' triggerI'm a cinch in a clinch, your punch is like a pinchTest the rhyme I'll knock your hairline back an inchf*ckin' up pooh-butts, cut 'em like cold cutsChoke 'em with my bootlace, then leave 'em hangin' like old nutsClip up and move out, time to get 'emThat's the results of f*ckin with the fifth venom in denim[Outro: Stretch]Yeah, Ya know I'm sayin'?Five motherf*ckin deadly venoms, in effect for '93'94, '95 all that other sh*tWe takin this motherf*cker over this larger hitYa know I'm sayin'? Follow us, come along, ya know I'm sayin'?We takin this motherf*cker over, trust, we out