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    [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts And still down to die for all my souljas Like hillbillies, they don't fear me So refuse bringin war to the city With each breath, death before dishonor Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor A general in war, I'm the first to bomb With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wonderin who shot me No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi Murder my friends, build a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky You got a lot of nerve to play me Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z (buck buck buck buck buck buck) And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture Still after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn't I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific And get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots? Live it up, of give it up, and my demons Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out! [Chorus: EDI] We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out Take them the war route, without a doubt Ball, which means we all ride if it's on Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out [Napoleon] I'm on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats Feelin like I'm all out, drunk as can be It's plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin' in bushes Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood Outlawz my blood brothers, I'd die for these thuggs Say hi to this slug, it's a shame how some niggaz on the west coast was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain't no west coast thug Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins Is it true what I'm sayin? Slap your soft ass to the floor And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this It's all from my heart when I was writin this All out [chorus] [Kastro] Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us Ain't nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot bout cha These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out cha It's me, Kastro with the goattee Walkin' like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me I pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me I go all out, and if you real, you real Feel what I'm talkin' bout, cause this game is ill I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it Livin' proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can't deal wit' Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth Or get bl

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    [Notorious B.I.G. - Verse One] To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies? The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin But I just can't quit Because one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's C-notes by the layers, true f**kin players Jump in the Rover and come over tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree [Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.] (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby Bay-bee [Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Two] Straight up honey really I'm askin Most of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actin Who they attractin with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign"? Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind And ask what your interests are, "who you be with"? Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew You go call your crew We can rendezvou at the bar around two Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuueee) Forget the telly we just go to the crib and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me [Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.] (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby Bay-bee [Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Three] (How ya livin Biggie Smallz?) In mansion and Benz's Givin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream, f**k a dollar and a dream (whaat) Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams Choppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo's Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows A foolish pleasure, whatever I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure However living better now, Gucci sweater now Drop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend (Honey check it, (check it) Tell your friends, to get with my friends (your freinds) And we can be friends Shit we can do this every weekend (that's right) Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah... keep bangin) [Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.] (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby Ba

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    [2Pac] Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker We's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes [Nate] I can talk about scandalous bitches [2Pac] Oh I know you can! I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga Just drop that shit like uhh, this here [2Pac] I met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony It's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house and can't leave without his bitch permission The mission's to be a playa, my alias is Boss Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss Y'all don't wanna see me in pain I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, "Never breathing again" It's scandalous, I never liked your back stabbin ass, triiick Used to watch you money grabbin, who you baggin beeyitch? Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust But bitches lookin scandalous Chorus: Nate Dogg Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous [2Pac] How's it hangin? Cause baby from the back the shit is bangin I've been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin I'm askin, as if I'm qualified to analyze You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize Her face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes My sister precious in poverty Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me? I'd probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue and though I don't where we're goin, she's makin me come I've been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin? Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later Before I let her get me off guard Went in the purse took a hundred dollars Nigga I'm so scandalous Chorus [2Pac] Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches I'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches Currency motivated, not easily terminated Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin for early graves I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin you could be true when I don't fuck with your punk crew These are the tales for my niggaz doin time in the cell I went from hell, to livin well Bustin at niggaz who said my name in vain I got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game I wanna be a baller, please But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin me I'm floatin free on the highway, formulatin plans Can't wait til I see L.A., cause it's so scandalous Chorus Chorus *repeat to end* (2Pac speaks over it) [2Pac] Aiyyo.. how the prettiest bitch be the more scandalous the hoe be You ever peep that shit? (Nah) A bitch can be like fifteen, fuckin with a nigga 35 Gettin him for ends Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin intelligent When these niggaz get to trickin, hahaha, it's over then That's aight though Keep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long Watch them hoes All you niggaz out there Beware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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    (Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound *so funky* we be throwin' down) This goes out to you playa you know...you know who you are Chorus: repeat 3X Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me Verse One: 2Pac Are you confused ? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose When me and you was homies no one informed me it was all a scheme You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams how could you do me like that ? I took ya family in I put some cash in ya pocket made you a man again and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place complicated to escape It's a fools fate without your word your a shell of a man I lost respect for you nigga we can never be friends I know i'm runnin' through your head now what could you do ? If it was up to you i'd be dead now I let tha world know nigga you a coward You could never be live until you die see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (holla at me) can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me Chorus: 2Pac (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me so when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) Verse Two: 2Pac courious spittin' lyrics on tha verge of furious i'm addicted to currency nigga that's why we're doin this I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up and then I hit the studio It's time to blow tha block up No hesitation this information got you contemplatin' heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation break him and let him see tha face of a mental patient it's a celebration of my criminal elevation with the participation I want members across tha fifty states to keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break will I be great, is it my fate ? to live tha life of luxury some niggas bought my tapes so much jelousy it scares me so be prepared cause only tha strong survive life isn't fair (fair) probably never knew tha way it feels to die so you figure fuck with me I give that ass a try Nigga, Holla at me Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhh....) Verse Three: 2Pac I shoulda saw tha signs I was blinded criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time so many brothas framed in this dirty game it's a shame so much pressure on my brain while she blame me Secrets in tha dark only her and I know now i'm sitten' in tha state pen doin time for slow guess she made a bad decision that got me livin' just like an animal i'm caged up in state prison my niggas dissin' cause hell have no fury like a woman scorn A cemetary full of mothafuckers got not knowin' picture my prophecy tha cops are attacking me, on top of me i'm runnin' from tha coppers but never let'em stop me cause i'm a soulja hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies of one day getting older Niggas is paranoid trust a no no love is a mystery Fuck tha po po, Holla at me..... So when you see me nigga you better holla at me.... Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound (so funky) we be throwin' down) Ch

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    Resist the temptation of the beast You slip and loose your grip and forever fall asleep The venom is contagious, be wary of its spell What you thought would be heaven, turns out to be hell I wonder if she knows, the devil's taking off her clothes Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in control Poppa's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse Wouldn't be the first, to leave the ghetto in a hearse Oh and how it hurts, the children pay the biggest price Never get the chance, to grow up with a happy life Blame it on the rock, but we know that's a bunch of crap Someone from the top, supplying us with plenty crack Keep 'em in a daze, don't let them see the other way Let 'em all get paid, won't live to see another day See they never got a breath of the sunshine Now the kid's addicted and only hit it one time We're destined to be dead as a nation Don't let it come to this, resist the temptation [Amel Larrieux: Chorus] From, pyramid top to, bottom of bowl From, whips and lock your fist and afro We, dug too deep to give up this gold Don't beat boy, and you won't be sold Running on empty, you ain't gon' go Running on empty, lead you to nowhere We fact, nobody can lie So: RE, SIST, THE, TEMPTATION [2Pac: Verse 2] Gamble for your soul with the devil You wonder how low, can you go, before you finally reach the lowest level As everybody sit and stares There's no use looking in your eyes 'cause there isn't anybody there And though it may make you wanna cry Got you stealing from your family and you don't even know why I guess you think they'll understand You feel cold, 'cause you sold your soul to the dopeman Oh now there's no turning back, in fact I's decided, that would live and die for the crack You got no friends cause you cheated 'em all Feel lonely, low, defeated and small No one was there when I took the wrong path And nobody'd care if I died in a blood bath But is this my destiny? Tell the lord they got my mind, but he can have the rest of me Cause I'm ready to end it all One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and all I didn't mean to be a bother A failure as a son, a husband and a father I wish I could turn back the time Go back and find, why I let it crack my mind And my only explanation, it came to this Resist the temptation [Amel Larrieux: Chorus] From, pyramid top to, bottom of bowl From, whips and lock your fist and afro We, dug too deep to give up this gold Don't beat boy, and you won't be sold Running on empty, you ain't gon' go Running on empty, lead you to nowhere We fact, nobody can lie So: RE, SIST, THE, TEMPTATION [2Pac: Verse 3] Your death left family behind Your wife and your son find a gun, and pieces of daddy's mind On the door and on the floor Now her husband is dead, what else is she living for? So now she picks up the gun Now son is the only one Grows up in adoption homes Gets older, bolder, and cold 'cause he's left alone To him, nothing is funny Mind set on one thing, making his money Since I was left with no hope I want money and gold ropes and so I slang dope Now I'm the neighborhood dopeman And as long 'cause they smoking I'll never be broke man I live the life of a trifle Following a cycle, so I'm just a psycho But if I had a better life I would have lived a good life and did more things right Hard to resist temptation With all the aggravation and the frustration Of living in the ghetto Your mind gets twisted, just like a pretzel So it's time that I check out But one nosy cop, just won't let me get out They got me trapped once again With a choice: shoot the cop, or live life in the pen I can't stand the frustration Resist the temptation [Amel Larrieux: Chorus w/ extra ad-libs] From, pyramid top to, bottom of bowl From, whips and lock your fist and afro We, dug too deep to give up this gold Don&

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    I live life High Speed Slightly disillusioned by weed I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, harm me My army, niggaz decease swiftly Look at you now, why you wanna hack out? I pull the hammer back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul Though my life was hard with no remorse I absorb all lessons, provide protection for the boss Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless And my crew, we crooked, be mistaken for Jews We all about our cash, blast if you break the rules Fools turned snitch for the D.A., be heaven-sent Switched like a stone-bitch, turned state's evidence, why? Then they wonder why niggaz die Put your family in danger just to get high Now, what the hell can we get from jail? More tricks for the crime trade, this is hell Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jailhouse Open your safe count and take all your mail out Whatever happens happens Whoever falls dies We fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride In times like these, chronic and thai weed Puffin' through this High Speed And people say [Chorus: 2Pac] Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [Yaki Kadafi] Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin' Hot plastic stretch your chest plate back like elastic No need to push me to split ya I love beef, like pussy and pistols For all you pussies that's softer than tissue I ride by like the fall guy out the roof Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine Get that ass attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind Pepper shots pourin' Catchin' niggaz while they snorin' Kickin' his door in I'll leave your whole fuckin' family in mourning Bust me, you itchy-bitchy types can't touch me Frontin' like you're hard I'll play your fuckin' yard like a trussel [Chorus: 2Pac] Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [E.D.I Amin] At times, I look through times wit' so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on passin', pushin' me into danger No stranger to hard times or the good ones At times I'm amazed At what the motherfuckin' hood done What we do to get paid All day, for the almighty, dollar Don't even bother to holla We all destined to be swallowed By the same thing we lust for Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more Niggaz is dying tommorrow We, bet on all time Nigga the clocks tickin' Approachin' is the day you gonna need money or glocks spittin' Cops sittin', politicians passin' laws you ain't know what Soon that money gon' be illegal when you die to Keep your dough up But I ain't goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' paper Man, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that shit later Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze Lets get blowed out High Speed til the end of my dayz Now my people say [Chorus: 2Pac - repeat 5X] Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [2Pac] High Speedz (we goin' all night) Life of an Outlaw, ghetto starz (we goin' all night) (Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun Whatcha

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    Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves mandatory In a discussion my past records tell a story Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin villain I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legitless So I laugh til I'm cryin, when the law come get me No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds in a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2X* Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler [E.D.I. Amin] Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny money So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo' Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough What you thought? War is war, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you soft niggaz is outta here In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here [Young Noble] Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make Every jail I break, every mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest On the block duckin charges, nigga fuck the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son Dyin luck none supply us with much guns I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya Slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler Chorus [2Pac] No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn Censor me and void your kids from the lessons I've learned And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you And if the cops come arrest me in the evening best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life And if you dream be a part of my team From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler Chorus [2Pac] This is how we ride Not knowin if we'll live or die Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die This is how we ride Not knowin if we'll live or die Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild until they all die, Outlaw Yes (change my ways) yes The Black Jesuz guide us through this Weary weary weary weary On

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    You find an MC like me who's strong
    Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
    And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though
    With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
    Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain
    and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
    Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star
    Finally realizing who the fuck we are
    When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded
    would it be the greatest MC of all time
    When I created rhyme for the simple fact
    When I attack I crush your pride
    My intention to ride, every time all night
    I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
    for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
    breakin in gas with the six-eight all day
    In and out with my pay
    I'm soon to count the bodies...

    Verse Two: Tupac

    So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
    So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin
    We must be based on nothin better than communication
    Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
    Sorry I left that ass waitin
    No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin
    I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic
    Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt
    You swear the bitch was planted
    My lyrics motivate the planet
    It's similar to Rhythm Nation
    but thugged out, forgive me Janet
    Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls
    You know, the way the games get controlled
    Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
    Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
    Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote
    Takin off my coat, clearing my throat

    Chorus: Method Man

    I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]
    get in get in too [get on it]
    let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night
    I got my mind made up, come on...
    get in get in too
    let it ride... tonight's tha night

    Verse Three: Kurupt

    Well I comes through with two packs
    of the bomb prophalaks for protection
    So my fuckin sac won't collapse
    Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
    Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
    I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
    shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
    Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
    Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
    I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
    Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
    My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
    As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
    There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
    I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
    Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
    Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
    Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
    You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
    My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
    Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
    In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
    My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
    I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
    So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
    Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
    The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
    I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
    To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
    As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
    Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat

    Verse Four: Method Man

    Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
    like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]
    The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
    Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial
    R

    О себе:
    Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
    Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
    You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
    (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that
    Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million
    (Outlaw.. ninety-nine)
    Fresh out on bail, niggaz still can't see me
    (Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)
    That's how it is
    Now we got a new motherfuckin plan, and a new mission
    (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)
    Competition, so they say, these niggaz is gay
    (Outlaw - Outlaw)
    Blast me? It could never happen
    At least not while I'm walkin and rappin
    Heard of some niggaz on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me
    (Throw ya hands up, hands up)
    They can't hide, listen to the rough shit, my click
    (Throw ya motherfuckin hands up)

    I said many times busters still can't see
    Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
    I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
    Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
    said many times busters still can't see
    Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
    I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
    Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears

    Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy
    Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me
    I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes
    My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through
    But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll
    never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets
    Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
    Niggaz get high off a slow form of suicide
    Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties
    I live my life to fuckin mo', exposin tragically
    How can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a piece
    I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat
    I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind
    make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin
    Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
    to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears

    Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble

    I said many times busters still can't see
    Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
    I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
    Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
    said many times busters still can't see
    Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
    I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
    Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears

    [2Pac] Thugged out baby!

    [Young Noble]
    We don't shed tears we shed blood
    Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT?
    We don't shed tears we shed blood
    Do you still wanna be a thug?

    Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns
    The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends
    Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me
    Blast for me, the task after me
    For a few years sheddin tattooed tears
    like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family
    We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
    Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
    Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller
    Your block ain't no harder, fake baller

    [Napoleon]
    Nigga it's like this
    I been thuggin just for the cause of it
    Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and shit
    And it's all for the pressure
    that'll make me cock my shit up off the dresser
    Made nigga mafia of course my niggas gonna test ya
    Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson
    Still stucked up in a fuck session, Jersey where the niggaz flexin
    Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
    Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
    Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die
    So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life
    for the things he did,
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