Ang pag-ibig ko’y tanging sa ‘yo lamang
Kung kaya giliw dapat mong malaman.
(dapat mong malaman)

Minsan lang kitang iibigin
Minsan lang kitang mamahalin
Ang pagmamahal sa ‘yo’y walang hangganan
Dahil ang minsan ay magpakailanman.

Minsan lamang sa buhay ko ang ‘sang katulad mo
Ako rin ba’y iniibig mo
Dinggin, puso’y sumasamo. Sinusumpa sa ‘yo,
[. From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/0-9/3rd-avenue-lyrics/minsan-lang-kita-iibigin-lyrics.html .]
Ikaw ang tanging dalangin ko

Ang pag-ibig ko’y tanging sa ‘yo lamang
Kung kaya giliw dapat mong malaman.
(dapat mong malaman)

Minsan lang kitang iibigin
Minsan lang kitang mamahalin
Ang pagmamahal sa ‘yo’y walang hangganan
Dahil ang minsan ay magpakailanman.

Minsan lang kitang iibigin
Minsan lang kitang mamahalin
Ang pagmamahal sa ‘yo’y walang hangganan
Dahil ang minsan ay magpakailanman.
Dahil ang minsan ay magpakailanman.

I find greatness in the tree, that grows against all odds
It blossoms in darkness, and gives birth to promising pods
I was that tree that grew from the weeds and wasn’t meant to be
Ashamed I’m not, in fact I am proud, of my thriving – family – tree

[singing]
The rose that grew from concrete, yeah
The tree that wasn’t meant to be
Though I.. struggle in my life, I never give up
And you.. know that I, will always be by your side
My family tree.. yeah a family tree
Yeah, my family tree.. my fam-i-ly tree

I find, greatness in the tree that grows against all odds
It blossoms in.. darkness, and gives birth to a promising pod
You’ll never see me give up

I will press on.. never hold my head alone
Never no.. my family tree.. my family tree yeahhh
My family treeeee.. family treeeee..

[speaking]
Because we all spring from different trees
does not mean we are not created equally
Is the true beauty in the tree
or in the vast forest in which it breathes?

The tree must fight to breathe
among the evils of the weeds

I find greatness in the tree, that grows against all odds
Ashamed I’m not, in fact I am proud, of my thriving – family – tree

And my niggas say
We want the FAAAAME
C’mon c’mon
[Chorus]
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It’s been nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g’s
Stresses after battle with success comes greed (echo)
They got me hot When they shot me
Plotted my revenge
To increase my ends
Enemies gettin dropped
Win or lose
Red or blue
We must all stay true
Play the game nigga
Never let the game play you
And for the fame
Niggas change fast
That’s a shame
What’s the game
Lost souls
Who controls our brain?
Who can I blame?
The world seems strange at times
Somewhat insane
I’m hoping we can change with time
I’m living blinded
Searching for refinement
Curse, I know death follows me
But I murder him first
And worse yet
With each breathe
Steps I take
Breathless
Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Cigar ashes
Coaster
Crystal glasses
We mash on them jealous bastards
With a ski mask
I’m the first one to warn them
Blast it
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)
Ain’t nothing left now
Treated like a stepchild
Was not for me
Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all)
Be rocking beats
Fake in fame
[Verse 2: Kadafi]
Block run and shoot slugs
We throw them back like hardballs
Without the gloves
No love for these fake desperados
And thugs I bleed to envy
Smoke and blow out they blunts
Sipping Henney
Drunk nights
And hot days
Cocking my heat shooting it sideways
A wife on the run
Full of common blunts
Unconditionally married
To my gun
Fulfillin’ my destiny
On knees
And ones desires
Be pulling all my cabbage like priors
Stuck in the trance searching for something higher
Fortune and fame
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Kastro]
Searching for fortune and fame
Lost in the rain
A lose of the game
With life the cost of the game
We forcing the change
Mother fuck flossing the chain (echo)
All the blame
Belongs to the part of the brain (echo)
That we never use nigga
Plus my heart is in pain (echo)
And if I ever lose homey
Bet I’m at it again (echo)
Outlaws don’t die
So united we stand (echo)
And if family come before
All the fortune and fame (echo)
[Verse 4: Napoleon]
As I walk up in the crib
Laid to rest me head
Say Salam to the angels
Hope they bless my bed
Hope they bless me the righteous way
Got a homie locked down
Outta town
I sent him a kite today
Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog
Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog
I was passed down the street fame
Like glocks clocked and keep aim
Was raised up with a clock box
And I ran with the local street gang
They say the light is faded
But still shine in the dark
You can easy been a man
But you is a boy in your heart
And that’s some game that I got
From generation of game
In the road of life dog
We need to switch up lanes
Think about it
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Young Noble]
I can’t complain
I’ve seen my fair share of the fame
It wont change me
Now I’ve got this piece of change
I feel strange I got so use to the hood
That when I finally got out at first it ain’t feel good
I was just a baby still retarded from slavery
When we struggle to shovel shit ain’t nobody saved me
Ghetto ain’t made me I made myself
Poverty raised me thinking ain’t no help
I pray for my health my mind and my family too
State of myself my grind and my family crew
Where one hand watches the other
No we ain’t blood
But we still real brothers
The struggle is real
Nothing can steal
What we build
And that remains the same
‘Till that day we killed
And that’s real
Life that I was aimed to be
Love by my family tree
That’s fame to me
How about it.

[Chorus]

Pack your cannons we outlandishly brandish the weapons
Meet Jamaican like you god {U-god?} and ‘em handing you lessons
We learn a lot from the 60′s like glaring 13 necks
Mainly the niggaz get shot for flaring out their larynx
And get to speakin’ on a conditions of black people
that’s illegal they enforce it with the force that’s lethal
make you wanna grab a gun and throw the all black gear on
head to congress exercising your constitutional right to bear arms
leather jackets and glasses and you can tell it’s us
the FBI probably bust a nut if we self destruct
call it militant but ain’t nobody killing Barry {Goldwater}
you can’t be militant if you ain’t got no military
but it’s still a very powerful word
picture some niggaz with guns, got ‘em very disturbed, word
now-a-days you could get shot for a cheap necklace
back then my people bust shots for the free breakfast

[Hook]
now before you see God, or stand before Allah
you could learn from the stars that fall outta the sky
everybody act hard, like they got no regard
so we mourn falling stars, they still living all hard

(we still here, word)
this is for Medgar Evers, Martin, and my brother Malcom
sometimes we be sittin and wishing for another outcome
my head be spinning, it be full of why’s and the how come’s
the value of life is so cheap if your skin ain’t talcum
we need leaders, we looking at entertainers
it’s about the cash, so we respect the biggest gainers
niggaz get paid then they run away from the community
that ain’t gangsta nigga, you the opposite of Huey P
don’t be confusing me with haters, player
get your paper, just show respect to the folks who made you (yeah)
blessed by the creator so give money nigga
just don’t bring a plate of food around a hungry nigga
out on these streets the police is killing
I’m spilling out my heart on these beats so I can feed my children (yeah)
disrespect and I’m a give you a bar to save your life
because we don’t need no more fallen stars

[Hook]

stalk the stage with the pride of the panther
hands off Asada and the blood of a dance floor
word, rock on, throw the Tupac on
he’s not gone, you hear his influence in pop songs
shine brighter than those Vegas lights
illuminating that Vegas night to the party after the fight
’til the gunshots disturb the peace like Luda
too bad he ain’t a white chick in Aruba
they’d have a whole department dedicated to finding the killer
you’d see Afeni Shakur on Larry King, and motherfucking Dennis Miller
word, Bill O’Reilly would be flapping his gums
how much respect do they have for my people?
actually none
you either do the nigga packing a gun who hate niggaz
even though every time he pass a mirror he staring at one
my man stressed ’cause of lack of funds
this the type of shit that make you wanna drown your liver
and blacken your lungs

[Hook] x3

[spoken]
now of course this was inspired by Tupac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
my man Justo (still here)
Big L (still here)
Big Pun (still here)
I’m from Brooklyn, you know what I’m saying
Brooklyn know a lot about tragedy
we lost our Big Poppa and our baby girl
that was our whole world, yo (still here)
this is for our fallen stars
inspired by the poets, revolutionaries, and activists
from the generation before us
come and do our thing on this microphone
when else in the history of this country
can a black man get on the microphone
and say whatever the hell he wanna say?
it’s a lot of responsibility
but we standing on the shoulders of our ancestors
so I bear that burden, throw it on my back

[2Pac]
Look here little nigga
Most of these niggaz be bitches too
but you’ll never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this shit like this

It’s like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches
What the fuck you think a trick is nigga
Nigga done stick and wet his dick
and then get tricked out all his riches by a — BITCH!
I’m here to school you to the rules of the game, it’ll cost ya
Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her
It’s like a motherfuckin priveledge
So don’t give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you’re ready to bone, and it’s on
A motherfucking mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches

(God, damn! You can’t just hit them niggaz with that game
and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.
But we gonna kick this shit like this here)

[Chorus: 2Pac]

I can’t stand fake ass bitches
Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches
[repeat 2X]

Time to show these bustas who’s boss
Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin “Gimme!”
I can’t stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK
So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager
Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega
Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh
And I ain’t sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)
So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the motherfuckin hoes at?
Punk niggaz can’t fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it’s like that, you motherfuckin bitches

Yeah, yeah that’s my motto
She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz
So y’all take that shit back to y’all camp and uhh
you sleep on that there, it’s like

[Chorus 2X]

Oh you too nigga, don’t think we ain’t talkin bout your punk ass
You old fake ass nigga
Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a motherfuckin grape
Ain’t this a motherfuckin bitch
I can see right through your flower ass
Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya
It’s gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo’
but we gonna do this shit
Y’all take this shit and you play this shit for every single
fake ass bitch out there
And there’s plenty of em
You probably got one sittin next to you right now
Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to
Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four

[Intro: Mya]
Nooooo, nooooooo…
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection
Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions
Pushin permanent twistin I’m on a mission got me on the mash
Tried to dig, you was screamin when I did
Steady yellin out spots for me to hit, and aww shit
Soon as I seen her saw us playin hide the weiner
Wanna “Freak Like Me,” fuck Adina
Up and down is the object, side to side
Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can I come inside
Say you don’t feel it that’s a lie, you just scared to get this
penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye
when I walked by, I said, “Hi”
But you was so shy, I can’t lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me to lick it and even worse
Got your heart set on me goin first, and that ain’t no fair exchange
[Chorus: Mya]
Only one thing that you, can do, for me
Baby you can treat me right, we can do it every night
Nothin more than a fair exchange
Hit my G-spot and make, me scream, your name
If you can get with me you won’t, I got what I want and gone
Nothin more than a fair exchange
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Open your legs
Got me watchin like it’s a million, you tremble from the feelin
Look up, cause I got mirrors on the ceiling
And if you willin, then we can ride until the sun shine
And just for fun, I betchu I can make you cum sixty-one times
Close your eyes, let me heat it up
Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up
Drop the top, time to fuck while the wind blow
Baby throw yo’ legs out the window
Remember on the balcony, bend over baby bounce on me
And let me hit it where it counts and flee
Remember me? “I Get Around,” and I’m haunted by my temptations
Sexual participation, my motivation
Even though I like the way you work it
You don’t deserve it cause you walk around actin like you perfect
Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player
Bitch you ain’t doin me no favors, fair exchange
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Now yo’ attitude ain’t realistic
Yeah it’s true I’m gettin pussy, but baby you gettin dick!
And since you bein laced with the penetration
It’s only right to show a form of appreciation
Instead of fakin like you can’t hear the bed shakin
In bed naked you so twisted think yo’ legs breakin
You said take it so I’m blind in my passion, how long will I last?
Doggie style steady pumpin on that ass, until I blast
And then I laugh as we lay back
See I wait ’til you asleep and that’s the payback
Cause you actin like you did somethin, givin me a piece
I had you mufflin your screams in the sheets, fuckin with me
A true digger that love triggers, a thug nigga
Hustlin bitches like drug dealers
Before I say goodbye, put an end to all the games
Here’s my number for another fair exchange
[Chorus] – repeat 2X (w/ ad libs)
[Mya]
Fair exchange
No one, gives me lovin (lovin)
Quite like you do (No one gives me lovin like you do)
No one, gives me lovin
Quite like you do (Nigga I knows you know you love our love)

[Verse One: 2Pac]
A picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection
Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions
Pushin permanent twistin I’m on a mission got me on the mash
Tried to dig, you was screamin when I did
Steady yellin out spots for me to hit, and aww shit
Soon as I seen her saw us playin hide the weiner
Wanna “Freak Like Me,” fuck Adina
Up and down is the object, side to side
Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can I come inside
Say you don’t feel it that’s a lie, you just scared to get this
penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye
when I walked by, I said, “Hi”
But you was so shy, I can’t lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me to lick it and even worse
Got your heart set on me goin first, and that ain’t no fair exchange

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
You do me
And if it’s worth it baby I’ll return the favor
And give it back to you
A fair exchange, on everythang
Let me tell you that’s the way it’s gotta be
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me (give it to me give it to me)
A fair exchange, you know the game
We can do the damn thang, thang, thang

[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Open your legs
Got me watchin like it’s a million, you tremble from the feelin
Look up, cause I got mirrors on the ceiling
And if you willin, then we can ride until the sun shine
And just for fun, I betchu I can make you cum sixty-one times
Close your eyes, let me heat it up
Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up
Drop the top, time to fuck while the wind blow
Baby throw yo’ legs out the window
Remember on the balcony, bend over baby bounce on me
And let me hit it where it counts and flee
Remember me? “I Get Around,” and I’m haunted by my temptations
Sexual participation, my motivation
Even though I like the way you work it
You don’t deserve it cause you walk around actin like you perfect
Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player
Bitch you ain’t doin me no favors, fair exchange

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
You do me
And if it’s worth it baby I’ll return the favor
And give it back to you
A fair exchange, on everythang
Let me tell you that’s the way it’s gotta be
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me (give it to me give it to me)
A fair exchange, you know the game
We can do the damn thang, thang, thang

[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Now yo’ attitude ain’t realistic
Yeah it’s true I’m gettin pussy, but baby you gettin dick!
And since you bein laced with the penetration
It’s only right to show a form of appreciation
Instead of fakin like you can’t hear the bed shakin
In bed naked you so twisted think yo’ legs breakin
You said take it so I’m blind in my passion, how long will I last?
Doggie style steady pumpin on that ass, until I blast
And then I laugh as we lay back
See I wait ’til you asleep and that’s the payback
Cause you actin like you did somethin, givin me a piece
I had you mufflin your screams in the sheets, fuckin with me
A true digger that love triggers, a thug nigga
Hustlin bitches like drug dealers
Before I say goodbye, put an end to all the games
Here’s my number for another fair exchange

[2Pac]
We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed
cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess
But let’s agree on strategy and pick out enemies right
Who stands accused of the abuse my own, kind do right
Pardon, not disregardin what you thinkin but you musta been the ship
cause once I rip your whole shit is sinkin
Supreme ideology, you claim to hold
Claimin that we all drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence
In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black talon style, thoughts I throw
It remains in your brain then of course it grows
Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
Picture a life where black babies can survive past five
But we must have hope, quotin the reverand from the pulpit
Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit
Lace me with words of destruction and I’ll explode
but supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow
This ain’t bout talkin bout problems, I bring solutions
Where’s the restitution, stipulated through the constitution
You violated, now I’m back to haunt your nights
Listen to the screams, of the lives you sacrificed
And in case you don’t know, ghetto born black seeds still grow
We comin back, for everything you owe

[Chorus: sung]
I’m comin collectin the shit that belong to me
Motherfuckers are runnin and duckin
I’m a crazy nigga on a mission wit a bad mentality
Armed with missiles guns grenades
Pull out the pin, free I’m comin

[2Pac over Chorus]
How do you plead Mr. Shakur, how do you plead?
How do I plead?
Yes sir, how do you plead?
Shit, you know how I plead
C’mon!!
Psssh

[2Pac]
Not guilty on the grounds of insanity it was them or me
Bustin at my innocent family, say they lookin for ki’s
I was home alone, blind to the prelude
Bust in, talkin bout, “Where is the quaaludes?” What you say fool?
Where in the hell is the search warrant?
No feedback is what he uttered, before he screamed “Nigga motherfucker”
Dropped me to my knees I proceed to bleed
Sufferin a rain of blows to my hands and knees
Will I survive, is God watchin?
I grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option, God damn
Now they got me goin to the county jail
And my family can’t pay this outrageous bail
Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal
move me, and my people, to a mansion in Brazil
Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends
I’ll be stressed and they just, reposessed my Benz
Told the judge it was self-defense, he won’t listen
So I’m bumpin this in federal prison, givin everything I owe

[2Pac]

Young Thugs in this motherfucker
Don’t break up the fight, let ‘em rumble
Don’t make enemies with me
I Try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me

Some say my criminal experience is legendary
I do what’s necessary
Niggas wanna see me burried
Worried, if you coming hurried
I ain’t going down, fuck the world I’m a thug
Tell ‘em can’t nothing stop me but a slug
I went from drug dealing to a shot caller
From off the block, no longer rock
And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller
Bitch nigga I’m prepared to die, Before I fry
I hit the weed so I be forever high
My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee
I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed
Bitches don’t wanna see me leave, forever thugging
Tell ‘em bury me a G on everything I love
And fuck the law ’cause the raw niggas ain’t free
This picture’s clear but we can’t see, hahaha
This game is jealousy, Don’t let ‘em change
That’s what they keep on telling me, motherfuck the fame
I can’t sleep ’cause I keep hearing peeps
loaded Mossberg wrapped in my sheets

Don’t make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me
Rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don’t make enemies with me, nigga
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me
Fuck with these other other little Gs
Don’t make enemies with me

[Mutah with K-Dogg in ()]

The game is getting deeper with this I couldn’t stop, I’m reminising
And having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing
(Wish in my heart, these niggas they ain’t have to start
Now therefore they gotta see in dark
Played the part with heart when we spark they part
Running silly through the court) They don’t really wanna start
(How you wanna do?) Yo K, anyway
These motherfuckers wanna play we can do it all day
So I stay (Sipping on my aray to keep my head fine
And I’m where? Everywhere from here to bedtime)
And I squeeze when I say I’m coming
Straight gunning on enemies if it’s really me that they wanting
(Cause it ain’t nothing, Y’all niggas is fronting
Do you really want it? niggas dying…)

[2Pac]

Don’t make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me
You’d rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don’t make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me
You’d rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don’t make enemies with me

[Big Mal with Yak in ()]

Now, we’re in ’94, Niggas get bust through the do’
Cup? in a flash sittin on that ass (And rarely fold)
Galitter tell ‘em bout that trife shit (You wanna fight?
I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch) bee-yatch!
A nigga struggle too hard for what I got
hustle (And doubled every fucking yard that I cop and stop
Hell nah! I coulnd’t see it
Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it)
And Jesus couldn’t help me out the state
(Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate
But wait) No time for stalling (But death is calling)
You wanna stomp on it somebody’s gotta start falling
(True, what I do from sun up) is for a come up
(Wake up with my gun up) Cause when I sneak that’s when they run up
(So It’s time to spray like Ray
And put the freeze on these fake Gs) You know how we do

[2Pac]

Don’t make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me
You’d rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don’t make enemies with me, nigga
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me
You’d Rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don’t make enemies with me

What nigga? Young motherfucking thugs, let’s out do it
Don’t make enemies with me nigga
Y’all better fuck with these other niggas
And I don’t see it
Don’t make enemies with me
Motherfuckers is fatal nigga
I swear by the Gods
Don’t make enemies with me nigga
Niggas gonna see they caskets fucking with these bastards
Don’t make enemies with me
It’s for all these motherfuckers that’s swearing to God
That they be doing something
Don’t make enemies with me
That they touching something
That they being something
Y’all niggas ain’t shit
That’s on my mama bring the drama, nigga
Young Thugs, fuck the drugs
These niggas making records, y’all niggas best to check it
Cause y’all gonna get yo asshole tore
They tearing patches out you niggas ass
All y’all niggas, I don’t give a fuck who you running with
This is thug life nigga, the new generation motherfucker
Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherfuckers
Y’all better feel this shit, don’t make enemies with these niggas
You better be friendly motherfucker, I swear to God
We running through, smile from handshake

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this

[Verse 1: 2pac]
Murderers mind state,
Can’t keep my nine straight,
Sippin’ on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break,
Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz,
Untouchable mob of pistol packers,
Well-known felons labeled for ‘drug-selling merciless jackers’,
Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs,
Commence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog,
Who wants to see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping,
My mini fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin, (Uh)
Duck cause you ass out,
Drink ’til you pass out,
Ain’t scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house,
Niggaz is under me,
They bitches come to me,
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see,
Born First, my motto, it’s fully guaranteed,
Niggaz is playa haters, label them my enemies, and dump ‘em

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
When it’s on, I’m poppin’ off every chance I get,
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit,
I’m stressin’, but ain’t no pressure, I been here before,
Fugitive taskforce at my girlfriends’ door,
Now they checkin’ in her bedroom, I ain’t there,
Forty Cals, extended clips, still I ain’t scared,
Outlaw, and best believe they won’t take me alive,
I’m different and I’mma prove it if it take me to die,
You think God had a plan for me?
But he won’t be layin’ up in my casket or doin’ life in the can for me,
Maybe I’m brazen or paranoid than a bitch,
Me dyin’, you think I’d let him see the joy from that shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,
Young George or Jonathan Chat,
Your guns clap,
Mine will go ‘br-r-r-r-att’,
Soldier like Geronimo Pratt,
And come through cockin’ tha black pound,
When they put the twin towers up, Pac, I’m knockin’ ‘em back down,
Poster child,
Air Force Ones, with the crocodile checks,
I’m supposed to wild sex,
Money and murder is all I breathe in my life,
It’s full of judges and chasin’ enemies in the night,
Through the Henny, I see the eyes of the Devil,
G ridin’ with extra boxes of bullets and a nine and a shovel

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this

[Verse 3: Papoose]
I always thought I’d have to die to do a record with Pac,
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box,
You end up in the box ’cause them grave robbin’ bastards,
Dig your grave up and snatched you out the casket,
Worms in my eyes, eating through my cabbage,
The flesh to the bones,
The bones to the ashes,
But I’m not dead,
I’m actually in a session with the Pac Keeper, Sha Money, progressing,
They don’t really want no drama, I know they goons,
That’s why I keep pressure on ‘em like a open wound,
This God given, he keep givin’ me better music,
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement,
Y’all can’t kill me, y’all forever losin’,
Songs of evolution,
If I load your gun for you and we bang it out with some other niggas, you better shoot it,
Don’t try to lie and say you was bustin’, I’m clever, stupid,
Claimin’ you reppin’ Ruthless,
You got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,
The Nasareema dream, get ready for execution,
Papoose, Fatal and Pac
The revolution

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this

Young nation just trying to get this

Just trying to get this

fo all my dogs out there raisin hell
just to see a young nigga raise tha mail
Stepped out on tha streetz fresh from jail
All tha police wanna rag and tell
Not knowin’ that I stacks my mail, uh
All these niggaz wanna see me fail, uh
That’s just tha intro
As I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh

After tha fire comes tha rain
After pleasure there’s pain
Even though we broke fo tha moment
be Ballin’ again
Time to make your, my military be prepared fo tha bustas
similar to bitches too scary to hear me rushin’
Visions of over packed prisons
millions of niggaz thug livin’
Precious, Big Straps, hope they don’t tell us
They pull a heatah
Ammunition in grace
Shh, move without a sound
As we slide down
Pistols in place
They got me finnin’ fo currency
the money be callin’ me
It’s like I’m dreamin’
Singin’ seizing me ballin’
sophisticated, and this fuckin’ misbehavior
Got tha cocked 4-5 snatchin’ niggaz pagers
Label tha marks
Soon as we start
It was hard to quit
Started out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shit
Goddamn, now I’ma grown man
I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan
In my hand got tha 45
I kick it live to survive
Make these niggaz die
While gettin’ high
Though we cry when these thugz bug
Niggaz’ll leave in their caskets
That’z what ya get fo being playahatin’ bastards
Me and my clique so legit
We keep a 50 on us niggaz know
You can’t touch us
When they get to come against us
These niggaz’ll be defenseless
It’s senseless
Knockin’ niggaz back on tha fences
My whole clique be sick
And though we rip whole crews
Niggaz knew
We came through
Drinkin’ 22’s of brew
And though we drink Hennesseys
We provide our enemies with mo’ shit
Tha art of war so legit
I read, my name out, Makaveli
With tha Thug Life tattered on tha bottom of my belly
Can these niggaz understand this
My whole family is sick is so scandalous
Let me introduce my clique
Castro, when he blasts y’all
Niggaz run and hide
Napoleon will provide
Tha game
Let me explain
Why E.D.I.
Provide shit, fo tha needy
And take from tha greedy
Kadafi, is not sloppy
And not a copy
he’s tha only one
Bring tha gun
If ya want it Young Noble
Bring ya soul
to tha true, let em know we come through
In a bucket or BMW
We trouble you
The W for Westside
Niggaz die
When they try to infiltrate my crew
We never hide, we ride
And die, together
And when you see my clique we always ride for ever
Me, my whole clique is sick
We smoke sinsemill
Can you convince the G
That they can’t come against me
You can see me on TV
Or live
Niggaz die when they try to come against me
Never hide
In my own zone, in my own dome
In my mind I’ma don
Nigga knew it once I came oveh
Splash tha niggaz
Will I dash your niggaz
Once I mash these figguz
I’ll be badder nigga
It’s me, makaveli
A.K.A Tha Don of this whole clique
niggaz you so sick
That’s my freestyle drunken flow
Just so you bitch ass niggaz in tha back row know
Whether it’s New York or Texas
Ride through in a Lexus
Or BMW
I trouble you
Throwin’ up fo ever this big ol’ W
Huhhuhhuhhuhu
My double R proves I’ma big rap star
Rockin’ tha room
Niggaz where ya at
Where ya are is tha back
In tha front, when ya bump this shit
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit
Always, though I’m on probation
I still rock tha nation
Out on bail, though last year I was in jail
Raise hell, until I get my mail
Will I fail, hell nah niggaz bite my nails
I keep a manicured
Though you panic you’re
Still gonna die
When Pac get high
Smokin’ Endo
I roll my window down
A smooth criminal
And though I pack this pound
3-5-7 or 4-5
Will I hide, will I die
Will I ride, niggaz never know why
My whole crew, a family clique
Are we sick
Are we live
Though we struggle to survive
In this motherfuckin’ ‘95
Turnin’ ‘96
’96 turnin’ ‘97
I keep a 3-5-7
Mack 11
Back home I got a M-R
What did I say, a mini 14
Haha, my double R
Ride with my clue, ride with my crew
You don’t have a clue, nigga when we’re comin’ fo you
We hit tha house of blues, actin’ like fools
My nigga Fatal
Put a gun inside his club I keep this fucker prenatal
Had to bang inside his chest, no no
Bang inside his belly, nah nah nah
it was Makaveli, that told him to bring the gat outside his belly
I say yo Fatal what are you crazy
Them dudes pissin’ outside tha front
Niggaz say Goddamn
Niggaz is funny as hell
What you want
You want tha funk
Hell no, niggaz don’t want no beef
That’s why we left that motherfucker in a Rolls
A Limo I mean
With bitches inside to meet
I was chillin’ in tha back
puttin’ on some hits, look I just did a dope ass show
Them niggaz’ll always remember me
Came from Italy
Bellisimo, was tha call
Yeah nigga I got Versace
Armani
All them niggaz wanna fuck with me
Y’all know
I always represent my people to tha fullest
Yeah, I’m that same motherfucker took 5 bullets
Count em, came out
Rappin’ and stealin’ and makin’ 5
Motherfucka records got sold millions millions
Haha, platinum, I make 5 platinum shits, know what I’m sayin’
Niggaz can’t fuck with me
2pacalypse, not known fo playin, huh
I took shots
And gave shots
Fuck tha cops
Will I stop
Until my shit, reach tha top, hm
Niggaz out there wanna do me
But it’z mob deep
Bad Boy and Fugees, hahahahaha
Y’all niggaz’ll never stop me, never drop me
Never make me fall
Me, 2pacalypse all I know how to do iz ball ball ball!!!
My crew
Survive reincarnation after I’m dead
They rock n roll
and Bring tha funk to tha whole nation
And you know
each one of These niggaz have a gun with my name on it
You know
I spit tha game so clear is plain on it
You know, huh
When I’m dead
My niggaz’ll ride for me
kill everybody
they each got a city to pick to make it our part

[2Pac]
Ahhh shit hahaha

When I enter the first zone
Worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up
Evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy
Manifestin’ military styles
Casually try da g
When niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch
And watch ‘em start snitchin’
I keep spittin’ still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin’
Hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world
Me and the mob gettin’ married
It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark
This is expected
A trick bitch where is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin’ ’til its none left
Don’t sleep

[Chorus (2x)]
We gon’ ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit’ the nine when I ride (when I ride)
Don’t sleep
Blowin’ pine
Always hustlin’ on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine all the time (all the time)
Don’t sleep

[Nutso]
Dumpin’ on motherfuckers at random
Rapidly
Wit’ accuracy
They shouldn’t talk bad to me
It had to be
A motherfuckin’ murder
I’m glad to be
A nigga that did the murder
So sad to see
Another motherfucker floatin’
In plastic reef
Sleep wit’ his head wide open (head smokin’)
Rapid release
Keep the police coastin’
Casualties
Warrant in deep east Oakland (doors wide open)
Yolk the nigga off the asphalt
Drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger
Death to ya
Niggas cry when the bullets fly
Kill and execute ‘em

[Yaki Kadafi]
I blast first ’til they body me
Like my guns in variety
Runnin’ wit’ the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front
Doin’ my walk by’s rollin’ a blunt
Hand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts
Addicted to my nine
Movin’ like crime through time
Poppin’ niggas like pimples
Nigga nothin’ simple ’bout mine
Etch-a-sketchin’
Dumpin’ on all you punks at intersections
Day in and day out
Ain’t no easy way outs or easy exits
Don’t sleep

[Chorus (2x)]

[Lil' Scrappy]
G’s up
A-Town

When I hit the street
All I can see is the grind
Blood sweat and tears when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I un- for my folk like I load my nine
And when I let loose
Then no crew standin’ but mine
I gives a damn ’bout lame nigga actin’ schiesty
Same one knew I was in jail and didn’t write me
Wanna fight me then come find me
What eva you do shawty you betta think wisely
You might see me wit’ a stack in the trap (Aye)
I use my thoughts and pen
Similar to a saran wrap
A lil’ lame nigga I’ll neva be
Yeah I’ma keep it g
I’m from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep
Aye

[Chorus (2x)]

Don’t Sleep

Don’t Sleep

[Intro: Tupac talking]
This go out to C. Delores Tucker, Bob Dole
And everybody else who feels like uh
They stronger than the constitution
Freedom of speech big baby
Freedom of speech
Ha ha ha
Outlawz
Goddamn! Rap music I hate that
It’s just so violent and it destroys everyone, it makes the kids crazy
The kids kill people
There cop hater
here going against society, I don’t understand the music
It’s too loud, it’s too rowdy, it’s too violent
Let’s ban all rap music
(Outlawz)
Ban Tupac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz ban ‘em

[Verse One: Young Noble]
Listen it ain’t no stopping
I gotta hustle
Cop it make it double, try to
Stop it and touch it, I’ma cock it and bust it
Niggaz tryna get it addicted to fast living
Get rich or die trying nigga as 50
I’ve been Operating Under Thug Laws As A Warrior
Oppressed by the industry the Hip-Hop government ?? by the Hip-Hop Police
Why you think Nas screaming Hip-Hop deceased?
No justice (No justice)
All the judges got grudges
Giving my niggaz life for a little next to nothing
So wherever you are, just a little extra something
You ain’t the only one, we all going through the struggle
Penny pinching
It’s like you really ain’t living
? until eleven’s, I’m cooking in the kitchen
Like we looking and we wishing
Praying will he hear it?
It’s eating at my spirit
Speaking for the spirits

[Verse Two: Tupac]
You can’t break me
Never make me
Busta soft the beats
This Outlaw style got a brother off the streets
Miss Deloris Tucker sue me I won’t stop
Till we get justice for these crooked cops on my block
Time Warner full of sissies
Tell ‘em all to miss me
A bunch of hypocrites
Whistling Dixie
Good riddance cause you never should of touched me
You cowards knew you couldn’t take the pressure I’ma make you sorry
Trust me
Didn’t cry when they dropped me
(Nah)
Can they stop me?
Tryna sell 4 million copies
If I wasn’t spitting it’d be prison or death
This rap game all we got left
So try to comprehend where we coming from
Life as an Outlaw
Ain’t meant for everyone
So here we come
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we can’t stop

[Chorus: Young Noble & Stormy]
No way no how we got to keep moving
And putting it down
We can’t stop
(Outlawz)
Until we reach the top
Through the music we speak to the blocks
Believe it or not
I don’t know what you’ve been, told
Real niggaz don’t stay on they go
Can’t stop until I get that you know
Won’t stop until I get that keep going

[Verse Three: Hussein Fatal]
Bury me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac
I’ve God strike me with lightning, I’m shooting him back
Skinny cause I don’t work out, my man is in the gym
Long as I’m strong enough to put a hammer on your chin
Trapped in the storm
Fuck the world till I’m gone
I’m bucking at Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong
Until I’m gone
They gon’ see who I be
I picture this bricks ducking from the penitentiary

[Verse Four: Kadafi]
See
Mysteriously it seems
Through my deepest thoughts and dreams its all wrong
Pop too long gone, and now 18 I’m stranded on my own
Abandoned here in the zone
Protect my thrown pal like a king, Al Capone style
Fake no jacks on this grind
Coked up with crack I get mine
Living life as a Don, Guess Gortex, Louis Vuitton

[Verse Five: Hussein Fatal]
Yeah your boys back with the proper team
When they think I’m wearing Red I’ma rock the Green
On a whole ‘nother episode
Cops never heard of ya
The otherside’ll hide down the block from the murder scene
Catch ya man he dead with the Fifth
When it’s hot on Nu he G-Ride from the clear to the bricks
So gangster how he switched from the clear to the bricks
Niggaz hate it but they scared of the Fifth

(And we won’t stop)
Outlawz!

[Chorus]

[Verse Six: Big Syke]
This rap game like a robbery
Cause it seem somebody hiding me
My nigga, made a motherfucker cop a Ki’
Motherfucker ain’t no stopping me
My nigga, It’s Mussolini see me all in the midst
I’m still chilling like I’m bottle of Crys’
Enemies sharpen they ?
And when they see me they can give me a kiss
So I’m posing with the frozen wrists
Outlaw immortalized we survived and curst
So I claim it like I’m bangin a turf
Yeah it’s easy like I’m putting in work
Not been easy you wanna jerk
Come the squeezey I’m ready to murk
Outlawz, Makaveli niggaz ready to flow
So baby are you ready to go?
Outlaw my niggaz be screaming at night
A Big Syko with the thug in your life

[Verse Seven: EDI Amin]
Don’t stop (Don’t stop)
Keep going (Keep going)
Even when the wheels fall off we keep rolling (Keep rolling)
This Hip-Hop thing just won’t stop
It’s number one at the top of the charts
Here to stay like ‘Pac
Man I just can’t let it go
It’s in my blood stream (Yeah)
So when I flow, I gotta do my thug thing
For the hood the under privileged and oppressed
Young nigga get rich, cash more cheques
Take the hood life
Put it on on wax
Get stakes now we living the good life
Car brand new and it shine so clean
Bought momma a house, on sweet sixteen’s
And we, sitting clean in the latest edition
From the block to the movie screen deep in and pimpin’
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we won’t stop

[Chorus]

(Chorus)
You should stop for awhile you will find me standing by (Don’t you trust me?)
Over here at the side of your life (Not that I don’t trust you)
You spend all your hours just rushing around
Do you have a little time to have a little time for me?

As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me
See you got me trapped I’m going crazy this is slavery
You act like it’s outrageous give me space it won’t get better
And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters
Soon as I come home it’s like I get the third degree
Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe It makes me wanna leave
I’m sick of these tricks up your sleeve
Your suspicious I decieve give me grief without belief but to me
If you really trust me then it’s pitiful
Question me about my whereabouts that’s so trivial
Let me live my life and you can live yours
Just be there to help me and support that’s what your here for
Not to give me stress and add to pressure
Home is where I go rest I go to pass the test
I’m sorry if I left you all alone
But I couldn’t make it home so we argue on the phone
Don’t you trust me?

(Chorus)

Callin’ up my house then hangin up You think that makes sense
Tell me what it takes for us to shake so we can be friends
It’s time for us to take our separate paths
We had a lot of laughs but the good things come to pass
Let’s think of the evil break don’t make it scandoulous
Try and be mature I’m pretty sure that we can handle this
Your sayin I’m too busy I ignore you
I guess you didn’t hear me when I said that I cared for you
But now it seems the arguments are nightly
I wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me
So why let it stress and aggravate me
Instead I’d rather break hope you don’t hate me
You tell me that you love me but your lyin’
Fightin back the urge to start cryin’
I wipe away your tears come and hug me
I love you like you love me
Girl…but don’t you trust me?

(Chorus)

I hangup the phone (click)
I can’t bare to hear you yellin’ at me
Maybe we should end it neither one of us are happy
You know that I’m emotional you milk me
Comin’ over crying just to get me feelin’ guilty
You and me were meant to be and yet
You always wanna sweat how much closer can we get (don’t fret)
Just set me back my things and I’ll be outtie
This time I’m breakin out you let your mouth overcrowd me
I can’t take the beefin’ and the griefin’
I get no room to sleep I hope it ceases cause I’m leavin’
Maybe next time you’ll be a little more sure
And I can hear you more when you’re mature
But baby until then I gotta leave ya
It’s not that I don’t need ya but see ya
And I hope that you understand why I bust it
Not becuase we rushed it (hell no)
But girl don’t you trust me?

(Chorus)

Not that I don’t trust you
Don’t you trust me?

Not that I don’t trust you
Don’t you trust me?

Not that I don’t trust you