(bkz: hepsi senin mi)
karakan’ın süper bir şarkısı.
çıktı yine karşına
mikrofonda alper ağa
bak hele bak bak
neler getirdim sana
cebimde bişey var
nedir bu acaba
*tak tı tak tı tak*
9 milim tabanca
ateşle yanmaz
benim adım cambaz
sahnede bana mikrofon dayanmaz
alper ağa
sana korkulu rüya
kim gelirse gelsin
ben yıkılmam asla
30 sene önce işçi diye geldik
ama sene 96 ve çok şey değişti
bundan sonra af yok
göz göze diş dişe
siz yeterince dalga geçtiniz bizimle
telsiz telefonlar
son model arabalar
beni gören almanlar
başlarını sallar
*salla salla salla başı salla*
benim olanları benden alamazsın asla
hepsi benim
lüks villalar
hepsi benim
son model arabalar
hepsi benim
senin manitalar
sende ne varsa artık bende de var
chorus:
hepsi benim
ne, ne dedin?
hepsi benim
sana söylemiştim
hepsi benim
ne dedin ne dedin
hepsi benim
elini çek dedim
yolu ver dünya benim ona göre çekilin
tüm almanya bilir sebebini benim kinimin
fakat çilekeş çocuk acımadan çizer
günü ferdi tayfur gibi ağlamakla geçer
müziğe gelince alırız destekleri
suikast! sapık rapçi mikrofonun katili
kızlar, teker teker bayılır şovumda
halkım halkım diye yakamdalar olm illa
karanlık çökünce sakın evi terketme
eğer uykun varsa koçum iç bi koyu kahve
nişan aldığım yeri göz kapalı vururum
düşmanımın kökünü sözlerimle kuruturum
suikast ve karakan
çekilin yoldan var mı bize yan bakan
sözüm kanun şaka maka bir kenara
zanne(?)nin kralıyım rapçilere bela
bize kötülüğü değen engelleri ezerim
aynı kuşbaşı gibi dilim dilim keserim
söylemiştim sana bana sakın meydan okuma
benden bu kadar ağa geç mikrofona
chorus
suikastı dinledin, benim gerçek kardeşim
17 yaşında zehir gibi rapçisin
alper ağa ve altkum işte gerçek a takım
sırt sırta verip mikrofonu paylaşalım
sadece onu değil
daha daha herşeyi
durduramaz kimse rapçi kardeşleri
hepsi benim
benimse tabiki de senin
yeterki iste sakın ha çekinme
korkma alper ağa
her zaman yanında
benden bu kadar hadi suikast mikrofona!
orhan abi gibi duyun beni
benim hepsi
manita para araba yaşıyorum gayrı
*ay inanmıyorum!*
bunak bu da sana son durak
kızdırdın büyücüyü sonun kara toprak
öldürür mü sandın mikrofonu olurum tehlike
bomba sesini küstürürüm kaderine
kuzey kutuptaki kıştan daha soğuk sözler
önüme çıkan rakip mum gibi sönüp gider
silahım mikrofonum ve cephanemle
perihan abla gibi karışırım herşeye
chorus x2
çıktı yine karşına
mikrofonda alper ağa
bak hele bak bak
neler getirdim sana
cebimde bişey var
nedir bu acaba
*tak tı tak tı tak*
9 milim tabanca
ateşle yanmaz
benim adım cambaz
sahnede bana mikrofon dayanmaz
alper ağa
sana korkulu rüya
kim gelirse gelsin
ben yıkılmam asla
30 sene önce işçi diye geldik
ama sene 96 ve çok şey değişti
bundan sonra af yok
göz göze diş dişe
siz yeterince dalga geçtiniz bizimle
telsiz telefonlar
son model arabalar
beni gören almanlar
başlarını sallar
*salla salla salla başı salla*
benim olanları benden alamazsın asla
hepsi benim
lüks villalar
hepsi benim
son model arabalar
hepsi benim
senin manitalar
sende ne varsa artık bende de var
chorus:
hepsi benim
ne, ne dedin?
hepsi benim
sana söylemiştim
hepsi benim
ne dedin ne dedin
hepsi benim
elini çek dedim
yolu ver dünya benim ona göre çekilin
tüm almanya bilir sebebini benim kinimin
fakat çilekeş çocuk acımadan çizer
günü ferdi tayfur gibi ağlamakla geçer
müziğe gelince alırız destekleri
suikast! sapık rapçi mikrofonun katili
kızlar, teker teker bayılır şovumda
halkım halkım diye yakamdalar olm illa
karanlık çökünce sakın evi terketme
eğer uykun varsa koçum iç bi koyu kahve
nişan aldığım yeri göz kapalı vururum
düşmanımın kökünü sözlerimle kuruturum
suikast ve karakan
çekilin yoldan var mı bize yan bakan
sözüm kanun şaka maka bir kenara
zanne(?)nin kralıyım rapçilere bela
bize kötülüğü değen engelleri ezerim
aynı kuşbaşı gibi dilim dilim keserim
söylemiştim sana bana sakın meydan okuma
benden bu kadar ağa geç mikrofona
chorus
suikastı dinledin, benim gerçek kardeşim
17 yaşında zehir gibi rapçisin
alper ağa ve altkum işte gerçek a takım
sırt sırta verip mikrofonu paylaşalım
sadece onu değil
daha daha herşeyi
durduramaz kimse rapçi kardeşleri
hepsi benim
benimse tabiki de senin
yeterki iste sakın ha çekinme
korkma alper ağa
her zaman yanında
benden bu kadar hadi suikast mikrofona!
orhan abi gibi duyun beni
benim hepsi
manita para araba yaşıyorum gayrı
*ay inanmıyorum!*
bunak bu da sana son durak
kızdırdın büyücüyü sonun kara toprak
öldürür mü sandın mikrofonu olurum tehlike
bomba sesini küstürürüm kaderine
kuzey kutuptaki kıştan daha soğuk sözler
önüme çıkan rakip mum gibi sönüp gider
silahım mikrofonum ve cephanemle
perihan abla gibi karışırım herşeye
chorus x2
çok güzel bir nazım hikmet şiiri. cem karaca bu şiiri bestelemiştir.
hoşgeldin kadınım benim, hoşgeldin
yorulmuşsundur,
nasıl etsem de yıkasam ayacıklarını...
ne gül suyum ne gümüş leğenim var...
susamışsındır
buzlu şerbetim yok ki ikram edeyim
acıkmışsındır
sana beyaz keten keten örtülü sofralar kuramam
memleket gibi esir ve yoksuldur odam
hoşgeldin kadınım benim, hoşgeldin
ayağını bastın odama,
kırk yıllık beton çayır çimen şimdi
güldün,
güller açtı penceremin demirlerinde
ağladın
avuçlarıma döküldü inciler
gönlüm gibi zengin,
hürriyet gibi aydınlık oldu odam
hoşgeldin kadınım benim, hoşgeldin...
hoşgeldin kadınım benim, hoşgeldin
yorulmuşsundur,
nasıl etsem de yıkasam ayacıklarını...
ne gül suyum ne gümüş leğenim var...
susamışsındır
buzlu şerbetim yok ki ikram edeyim
acıkmışsındır
sana beyaz keten keten örtülü sofralar kuramam
memleket gibi esir ve yoksuldur odam
hoşgeldin kadınım benim, hoşgeldin
ayağını bastın odama,
kırk yıllık beton çayır çimen şimdi
güldün,
güller açtı penceremin demirlerinde
ağladın
avuçlarıma döküldü inciler
gönlüm gibi zengin,
hürriyet gibi aydınlık oldu odam
hoşgeldin kadınım benim, hoşgeldin...
çok güzel bir cem karaca şarkısı. "cemaz ül evvel" albümünde bu şarkıyı dinlemek mümkündür.
bu gün sen çok gençsin yavrum
hayat ümit neşe dolu
mutlu günler vaat ediyor
sana yıllar ömür boyu. ..
ne yalnızlık, ne de yalan
üzmesin seni...
doğarken ağladı insan,
bu son olsun bu son...
bu gün sen çok gençsin yavrum
hayat ümit neşe dolu
mutlu günler vaat ediyor
sana yıllar ömür boyu. ..
ne yalnızlık, ne de yalan
üzmesin seni...
doğarken ağladı insan,
bu son olsun bu son...
(bkz: ares)
bir yıldırım gürses şarkısı. ben bu şarkıyı coşkun sabah’tan dinlemiştim. pek güzel şarkıdır.
senin yüzünden ümitsiz,
uykusuz dolaştım bu gece
ismini ağaçlara kazdım
resmini duvarlara çizdim
ismini kalbime yazdım
silemezsin sevgilim
senin yüzünden senin yüzünden
bu çektiğim çile
perişan oldum perişan oldum
senin hasretinden
senin yüzünden
boş yere, avare dolaştım ne diye
ismini ağaçlara kazdım
ismini duvarlara çizdim ah
ismini kalbime yazdım
silemezsin sevgilim
senin yüzünden ümitsiz,
uykusuz dolaştım bu gece
ismini ağaçlara kazdım
resmini duvarlara çizdim
ismini kalbime yazdım
silemezsin sevgilim
senin yüzünden senin yüzünden
bu çektiğim çile
perişan oldum perişan oldum
senin hasretinden
senin yüzünden
boş yere, avare dolaştım ne diye
ismini ağaçlara kazdım
ismini duvarlara çizdim ah
ismini kalbime yazdım
silemezsin sevgilim
bir elvis presley klasiği. fazla söze gerek yok zaten. kral söylemiş, bize dinlemek düşer.
when i said, i needed you
you said you would always stay
it wasn’t me who changed, but you
and now you’ve gone away
don’t you know that now you’re gone
and i’m left her on my own
then i have to follow you
and beg you to come home
you don’t have to say you love me
just be close at hand
you don’t have to stay forever
i will understand
believe me, believe me
i can’t help i love you
but believe me, i’ll never tie you down
left alone with just a memory
life seems dead and so unreal
all that’s left is loneliness
there’s nothing left to feel
when i said, i needed you
you said you would always stay
it wasn’t me who changed, but you
and now you’ve gone away
don’t you know that now you’re gone
and i’m left her on my own
then i have to follow you
and beg you to come home
you don’t have to say you love me
just be close at hand
you don’t have to stay forever
i will understand
believe me, believe me
i can’t help i love you
but believe me, i’ll never tie you down
left alone with just a memory
life seems dead and so unreal
all that’s left is loneliness
there’s nothing left to feel
(bkz: hotel california)
mükemmel bir 2pac şarkısı.
yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier
this is the ballad of a dead soldier
this is the ballad of a dead soldier
come play the ballad of a dead soldier..
[2pac]
the plan, to take command of the whole family
though underhanded, to be the man it was planned
all my road dawgs, official mob niggaz love to act up
the first to bomb we rob niggaz
i can be, lost in my own mind
to be the boss only thought’s grip on chrome nines
niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories
swore i saw the devil in my empty glass of hennesey
talkin to a nigga on a tight leash
screamin "fuck the police," as i ride through the night streets
lil’ child runnin wild, toward his danger
what’s the cause don’t be alarmed death to all strangers
maybe i’m a madman
a pistol grabbin nigga unleash the sandman
promisin merciless retaliation, nothin is colder
close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier
[chorus: singing + 2pac]
thug for life i will be..
(this is the ballad of a dead soldier)
a life of crime i will lead..
(close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
if you play the game, you play to win..
(this is the ballad of a dead soldier)
it’s a crazy world full of sin..
(close your eyes)
[2pac]
completely lost, revenge at all costs
payback’s a bitch, switch now the trick’s crossed
tossed up and never to be heard of
a single witness screamin bloody murder, murder
blast tell me homey what you see now?
a blind man and a dead body, i’m read’ to leave town
and get my cash though, hook up with kastro
homey had to blast on the task force
stupid coppers tried to play us out, never that
they took my money and my stash, time to get ’em back (heh heh)
upon my secret arrival
two glock four-fives, time for survival
death to my rivals, tell me what you want lord?
nobody left after the death of a drug lord (eh eh)
the situation’s critical
nothin is colder - than hear the ballad of a dead soldier
[chorus]
[last line:] "close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier"
[2pac]
be a coward, put yo’ hands to the moon
when my glocks rang out, the niggaz came out boom
who wanna see me in the challenge?
so merciless i’m terrifyin niggaz in my ballads, do you feel me?
capo or capi-tan, one day i’ll be the don
until then, remain strong
my only fear of death is reincarnation
bustin at my adversaries like a mental patient
to all my niggaz facin sixty years, sheddin tattooed tears
another suicidal on the peer
takin private planes, tryin to survive the game
for all my homies that’ll never be alive again
all he promised us is death nigga
take a breath come be the last one left nigga, it’s real now
villain to fantasize, ain’t nothin colder
listen you can hear it - the ballad of a dead soldier
[chorus]
[last line:] "close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier"
[2pac]
this go out to cato, mental
all the niggaz that passed away
to geronimo.. (?).. all the down ass riders
all the niggaz that put it down, all the soldiers
all the niggaz that go through that day to day struggled
this is the ballad of a dead soldier!
all the niggaz that passed on
all the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart
all the niggaz that want some and that don’t take none
hahaha.. it’s the ballad of a dead soldier!
the police are so scared of us
all the feds they aware of us
they wanna see us dead
they got pictures of a nigga head, ballad of a dead soldier!
tryin to see me in chains, shit
them niggaz’ll never breathe again
before they put me in a cell they’ll see me in hell
cause it’s the ballad of a dead soldier!
got my pistols cocked
run the whole motherfuckin block, fuck the cops!
the police? we run these streets nigga
ain’t heard the ballad of a dead soldier!
these niggaz can’t see me, half the world wanna be me
multi-millionaire; shit, it ain’t fair
but nigga, you know - it’s the ballad of a dead soldier!
yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier
this is the ballad of a dead soldier
this is the ballad of a dead soldier
come play the ballad of a dead soldier..
[2pac]
the plan, to take command of the whole family
though underhanded, to be the man it was planned
all my road dawgs, official mob niggaz love to act up
the first to bomb we rob niggaz
i can be, lost in my own mind
to be the boss only thought’s grip on chrome nines
niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories
swore i saw the devil in my empty glass of hennesey
talkin to a nigga on a tight leash
screamin "fuck the police," as i ride through the night streets
lil’ child runnin wild, toward his danger
what’s the cause don’t be alarmed death to all strangers
maybe i’m a madman
a pistol grabbin nigga unleash the sandman
promisin merciless retaliation, nothin is colder
close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier
[chorus: singing + 2pac]
thug for life i will be..
(this is the ballad of a dead soldier)
a life of crime i will lead..
(close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
if you play the game, you play to win..
(this is the ballad of a dead soldier)
it’s a crazy world full of sin..
(close your eyes)
[2pac]
completely lost, revenge at all costs
payback’s a bitch, switch now the trick’s crossed
tossed up and never to be heard of
a single witness screamin bloody murder, murder
blast tell me homey what you see now?
a blind man and a dead body, i’m read’ to leave town
and get my cash though, hook up with kastro
homey had to blast on the task force
stupid coppers tried to play us out, never that
they took my money and my stash, time to get ’em back (heh heh)
upon my secret arrival
two glock four-fives, time for survival
death to my rivals, tell me what you want lord?
nobody left after the death of a drug lord (eh eh)
the situation’s critical
nothin is colder - than hear the ballad of a dead soldier
[chorus]
[last line:] "close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier"
[2pac]
be a coward, put yo’ hands to the moon
when my glocks rang out, the niggaz came out boom
who wanna see me in the challenge?
so merciless i’m terrifyin niggaz in my ballads, do you feel me?
capo or capi-tan, one day i’ll be the don
until then, remain strong
my only fear of death is reincarnation
bustin at my adversaries like a mental patient
to all my niggaz facin sixty years, sheddin tattooed tears
another suicidal on the peer
takin private planes, tryin to survive the game
for all my homies that’ll never be alive again
all he promised us is death nigga
take a breath come be the last one left nigga, it’s real now
villain to fantasize, ain’t nothin colder
listen you can hear it - the ballad of a dead soldier
[chorus]
[last line:] "close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier"
[2pac]
this go out to cato, mental
all the niggaz that passed away
to geronimo.. (?).. all the down ass riders
all the niggaz that put it down, all the soldiers
all the niggaz that go through that day to day struggled
this is the ballad of a dead soldier!
all the niggaz that passed on
all the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart
all the niggaz that want some and that don’t take none
hahaha.. it’s the ballad of a dead soldier!
the police are so scared of us
all the feds they aware of us
they wanna see us dead
they got pictures of a nigga head, ballad of a dead soldier!
tryin to see me in chains, shit
them niggaz’ll never breathe again
before they put me in a cell they’ll see me in hell
cause it’s the ballad of a dead soldier!
got my pistols cocked
run the whole motherfuckin block, fuck the cops!
the police? we run these streets nigga
ain’t heard the ballad of a dead soldier!
these niggaz can’t see me, half the world wanna be me
multi-millionaire; shit, it ain’t fair
but nigga, you know - it’s the ballad of a dead soldier!
cinuçen tanrıkorur üstadın, aksiyon dergisinde yazmış olduğu makalalelerinin biraraya getirilerek oluşturulmuş kitabı. cinuçen tanrıkorur bu kitabında, müzik, kültür ve dil üzerinde düşüncelerini aktarmıştır. herkesin okuması gereken çok güzel bir kitap.
(bkz: cinuçen tanrıkorur)
(bkz: cinuçen tanrıkorur)
2pac’ın en manyak şarkısı. bir kamyon dolusu küfür ettiği parçadır aynı zamanda.
tekrar tekrar dinlerim bu şarkıyı.
i ain’t got no motherfuckin friends
that’s why i fucked yo’ bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) west side!!
bad boy killers
(take money) you know the realest is niggaz
(take money) we bring it to you
(take money)
first off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
west side when we ride come equipped with game
you claim to be a player but i fucked your wife
we bust on bad boy niggaz fucked for life
plus puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts i rip
biggie smallz and junior m.a.f.i.a. some mark ass bitches
we keep on comin’ while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
little ceaser, go ask ya homie how i leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
lil kim, don’t fuck around with real g’s
quick to snatch yo’ ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
i let them niggas know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight hahahah
bad boy murdered on wax, and killed
fuck wit’ me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...
grab ya glocks, when you see tupac
call the cops, when you see tupac, uhh
who shot me, but ya punks didn’t finish
now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, i hit em’ up...
check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
i don’t even know why i’m on this track
ya’ll nigguz ain’t even on my level
i’ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!
get out the way yo, get out the way yo
biggie smallz just got dropped
little moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
frank white need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and i ain’t never heard-a ya
poisinous gats attack when i’m servin ya
spank the shank ya whole style when i dank
guard your rank, cause i’ma slam you in the pavement
puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, i’ll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
with the ready power tuckin my guess under my eddie bauer
ya clout, pretty sour i get packages every hour
and hit em up
grab ya glocks, when you see tupac
call the cops, when you see tupac, uhh
who shot me, but ya punks didn’t finish
now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, i hit em’ up...
peep how we do it, keep it real, it’s penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it’s like a sherm high
niggaz think they learned to fly
but they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz live in worry while you’re fuckin with me
i’m a self made milionare
thug livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
biggie, remember when i used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
now its all about versacci, you copied my style
five shots couldn’t drop me, i took it, and smiled
now i’m bout to set the record straight, with my ak
i’m still the thug you love to hate
motherfucker, i hit em up
i’m from n-e-w jerz, where plenty murders occur
no points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs
knuckle check the scenario, little cease
i bring you fake g’s to your knees
coppin pleas cuz this ain’t your area
lil kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
get ya lil junior whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you stupid?!?! i take money, crash and mash through brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
and you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
all your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
youse a, beat biter, a pac style taker
i’ll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
softer than alize with a chaser
bout to get murdered for the paper
idi amin approach the scene
write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
thug life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, i got across
soon as the funk was poppin off
nigga i hit em up
now you tell me who won
i see them, they run
they don’t wanna see us
whole junior m.a.f.i.a. click dressin up tryin ta be us
how the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
we millionaires, killin ain’t fair but somebody gotta do it
oh yeah, mobb deep, you wanna fuck with us?
you little young ass motherfuckers
don’t one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
you fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
you better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
that’s how we do it on our side
any of you niggaz from new york that wanna bring it bring it
but we ain’t singin, we bringin drama
fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
we gonna kill all you motherfuckers
now when i came out i told you it was just about biggie
then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
well this how we gonna do this
fuck mobb deep
fuck biggie
fuck bad boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
and if you wanna be down with bad boy
then fuck you too
chino xl, fuck you too
all you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(take money)
(take money)
alla y’all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
my fo’-fo’ make sure all y’all kids don’t grow
you motherfuckers can’t be us or see us
we the motherfuckin thug life ridahs west side till we die!
out here in california we warn ya we’ll bomb on you motherfuckers
we do our job
you think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
ain’t nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
all you motherfuckers feel us
our shit’s going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
you niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they
motherfuckers back, you know how it is
when we drop records they feel it
you niggaz can’t feel it
we the realest, fuck em, we bad boy killin
tekrar tekrar dinlerim bu şarkıyı.
i ain’t got no motherfuckin friends
that’s why i fucked yo’ bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) west side!!
bad boy killers
(take money) you know the realest is niggaz
(take money) we bring it to you
(take money)
first off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
west side when we ride come equipped with game
you claim to be a player but i fucked your wife
we bust on bad boy niggaz fucked for life
plus puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts i rip
biggie smallz and junior m.a.f.i.a. some mark ass bitches
we keep on comin’ while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
little ceaser, go ask ya homie how i leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
lil kim, don’t fuck around with real g’s
quick to snatch yo’ ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
i let them niggas know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight hahahah
bad boy murdered on wax, and killed
fuck wit’ me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...
grab ya glocks, when you see tupac
call the cops, when you see tupac, uhh
who shot me, but ya punks didn’t finish
now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, i hit em’ up...
check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
i don’t even know why i’m on this track
ya’ll nigguz ain’t even on my level
i’ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!
get out the way yo, get out the way yo
biggie smallz just got dropped
little moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
frank white need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and i ain’t never heard-a ya
poisinous gats attack when i’m servin ya
spank the shank ya whole style when i dank
guard your rank, cause i’ma slam you in the pavement
puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, i’ll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
with the ready power tuckin my guess under my eddie bauer
ya clout, pretty sour i get packages every hour
and hit em up
grab ya glocks, when you see tupac
call the cops, when you see tupac, uhh
who shot me, but ya punks didn’t finish
now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, i hit em’ up...
peep how we do it, keep it real, it’s penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it’s like a sherm high
niggaz think they learned to fly
but they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz live in worry while you’re fuckin with me
i’m a self made milionare
thug livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
biggie, remember when i used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
now its all about versacci, you copied my style
five shots couldn’t drop me, i took it, and smiled
now i’m bout to set the record straight, with my ak
i’m still the thug you love to hate
motherfucker, i hit em up
i’m from n-e-w jerz, where plenty murders occur
no points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs
knuckle check the scenario, little cease
i bring you fake g’s to your knees
coppin pleas cuz this ain’t your area
lil kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
get ya lil junior whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you stupid?!?! i take money, crash and mash through brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
and you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
all your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
youse a, beat biter, a pac style taker
i’ll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
softer than alize with a chaser
bout to get murdered for the paper
idi amin approach the scene
write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
thug life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, i got across
soon as the funk was poppin off
nigga i hit em up
now you tell me who won
i see them, they run
they don’t wanna see us
whole junior m.a.f.i.a. click dressin up tryin ta be us
how the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
we millionaires, killin ain’t fair but somebody gotta do it
oh yeah, mobb deep, you wanna fuck with us?
you little young ass motherfuckers
don’t one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
you fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
you better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
that’s how we do it on our side
any of you niggaz from new york that wanna bring it bring it
but we ain’t singin, we bringin drama
fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
we gonna kill all you motherfuckers
now when i came out i told you it was just about biggie
then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
well this how we gonna do this
fuck mobb deep
fuck biggie
fuck bad boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
and if you wanna be down with bad boy
then fuck you too
chino xl, fuck you too
all you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(take money)
(take money)
alla y’all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
my fo’-fo’ make sure all y’all kids don’t grow
you motherfuckers can’t be us or see us
we the motherfuckin thug life ridahs west side till we die!
out here in california we warn ya we’ll bomb on you motherfuckers
we do our job
you think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
ain’t nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
all you motherfuckers feel us
our shit’s going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
you niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they
motherfuckers back, you know how it is
when we drop records they feel it
you niggaz can’t feel it
we the realest, fuck em, we bad boy killin
2pac’ın 1995’te çıkardığı albümüne ismini veren süper şarkısı. mükemmel bir şarkıdır.
it’s just me against the world
(ooohhh ohhhh)
just me against the world baby
(oooh ohhhh)
i got nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world baby
(uh huhh)
stuck in the game, it’s just me against the world
[tupac]
can you picture my prophecy?
stress in the city
the cops is hot for me
the projects is full of bullets
the bodies is droppin’, there ain’t no stoppin me
constantly movin while makin millions
witnessin’ killings leaving dead bodies in abandoned buildings
carries the children cause they’re illin’
addicted to killin’, a near appeal from the cap peelin’
what i’m feelin’
but will they last or be blasted, hard headed bastard
maybe he’ll listen in his casket, tha aftermath
more bodies being buried
i’m losin’ my homies in a hurry, they’re relocating to the cemetery
got me worried
stressin’
my visions bluried, the question is, will i live?
no one in the world loves me
i’m headed for danger
don’t trust strangers, put one in the chamber
whenever i’m feelin’ is anger
don’t wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
what’s the use?
unless we’re shootin’ no one notices the youth
it’s just me against the world baby
chorus:
(me against the world)
it’s just me against the world baby
(oh yeah, oooh ooooh)
it’s just me against the world
(me against the world)
cause it’s just me against the world baby
(ohh, yeah hey eyyy)
just me against the world
(ohh yeeaah)
i’ve got nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world baby
(i’ve got, nothing, to lose)
[dramacydal’s verse]
could somebody help me?
i’m out here all by myself
see ladies in stores
baby capone’s
livin wealthy
pictures of my birth on the surface what i’m dreamin’
seein’ daddy seein’, full of crooked demons, already crazy and screamin’
i guess them nightmares as a child
had me scared but left me prepared
for awhile
is there another route?
four crooked outlaws
that are in a villain of young thugs
everyday there’s more death
plus i’m no less
i’m seein more beatings, for me to proceed with fear
scheme on scheming and leavin’ their peeps grievin’
cause ain’t no bucks ta stack up
my nuts is backed up
i’m about ta act up
go load the mack up
now watch me clack up
try makin’ fat cuts but yo it ain’t workin
and evils lurking i can see him smirking
when i gets the purpose
so what?
go put some work in
and make my mail
makin’ sells
riskin’ 25 with an "l"
but oh well
chorus:
(me against the world)
with nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world
(oh yeah)
(oooh oooh)
it’s just me against the world baby
(me against the world)
i’ve got nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world
(ohh oohh)
heh heh
(ooooooh ooooh)
it’s just me against the world baby
(hey, heyyy)
with nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world baby
(me against the world, ohhh, ohhh)
me against the world
i’ve got nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world baby
(hey, heyyy)
[tupac’s verse]
with all this extra stressin’
the question i wonder is after death i feel my last breath
when will i finally get to rest from this oppression?
they punish the people that’s askin questions
and those that possess
steal from the ones without possessions
the message i stress
to make it stop study your lessons
don’t settle for less
even the genius asks questions, be grateful for blessings
don’t ever change
keep your essence
the power’s in the people and the politics we address
always do your best
don’t let this pressure make ya panic and when ya get stranded
and things don’t go the way ya planned it
dreaming of riches
in a position of makin’ a difference
politicians are hypocrites
they don’t wanna listen
if i’m insane
it’s the fame made a brother change
it wasn’t nothin’ like the game
it’s just me against the world
(me against the world)
nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world baby
(me against the world)
got me stuck in the game, it’s just me against the world
(ooohhh ohhhh)
nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world baby
(me against the world)
[tupac talking]
laughing ...
that’s right
i know it seem hard sometimes
but uh
remember one thing
after every dark night
there’s a bright day after that
so no matter how hard it get
stick your chest out, keep your head up
and handle it
(me against the world) 3x
it’s just me against the world
(ooohhh ohhhh)
just me against the world baby
(oooh ohhhh)
i got nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world baby
(uh huhh)
stuck in the game, it’s just me against the world
[tupac]
can you picture my prophecy?
stress in the city
the cops is hot for me
the projects is full of bullets
the bodies is droppin’, there ain’t no stoppin me
constantly movin while makin millions
witnessin’ killings leaving dead bodies in abandoned buildings
carries the children cause they’re illin’
addicted to killin’, a near appeal from the cap peelin’
what i’m feelin’
but will they last or be blasted, hard headed bastard
maybe he’ll listen in his casket, tha aftermath
more bodies being buried
i’m losin’ my homies in a hurry, they’re relocating to the cemetery
got me worried
stressin’
my visions bluried, the question is, will i live?
no one in the world loves me
i’m headed for danger
don’t trust strangers, put one in the chamber
whenever i’m feelin’ is anger
don’t wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
what’s the use?
unless we’re shootin’ no one notices the youth
it’s just me against the world baby
chorus:
(me against the world)
it’s just me against the world baby
(oh yeah, oooh ooooh)
it’s just me against the world
(me against the world)
cause it’s just me against the world baby
(ohh, yeah hey eyyy)
just me against the world
(ohh yeeaah)
i’ve got nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world baby
(i’ve got, nothing, to lose)
[dramacydal’s verse]
could somebody help me?
i’m out here all by myself
see ladies in stores
baby capone’s
livin wealthy
pictures of my birth on the surface what i’m dreamin’
seein’ daddy seein’, full of crooked demons, already crazy and screamin’
i guess them nightmares as a child
had me scared but left me prepared
for awhile
is there another route?
four crooked outlaws
that are in a villain of young thugs
everyday there’s more death
plus i’m no less
i’m seein more beatings, for me to proceed with fear
scheme on scheming and leavin’ their peeps grievin’
cause ain’t no bucks ta stack up
my nuts is backed up
i’m about ta act up
go load the mack up
now watch me clack up
try makin’ fat cuts but yo it ain’t workin
and evils lurking i can see him smirking
when i gets the purpose
so what?
go put some work in
and make my mail
makin’ sells
riskin’ 25 with an "l"
but oh well
chorus:
(me against the world)
with nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world
(oh yeah)
(oooh oooh)
it’s just me against the world baby
(me against the world)
i’ve got nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world
(ohh oohh)
heh heh
(ooooooh ooooh)
it’s just me against the world baby
(hey, heyyy)
with nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world baby
(me against the world, ohhh, ohhh)
me against the world
i’ve got nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world baby
(hey, heyyy)
[tupac’s verse]
with all this extra stressin’
the question i wonder is after death i feel my last breath
when will i finally get to rest from this oppression?
they punish the people that’s askin questions
and those that possess
steal from the ones without possessions
the message i stress
to make it stop study your lessons
don’t settle for less
even the genius asks questions, be grateful for blessings
don’t ever change
keep your essence
the power’s in the people and the politics we address
always do your best
don’t let this pressure make ya panic and when ya get stranded
and things don’t go the way ya planned it
dreaming of riches
in a position of makin’ a difference
politicians are hypocrites
they don’t wanna listen
if i’m insane
it’s the fame made a brother change
it wasn’t nothin’ like the game
it’s just me against the world
(me against the world)
nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world baby
(me against the world)
got me stuck in the game, it’s just me against the world
(ooohhh ohhhh)
nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world baby
(me against the world)
[tupac talking]
laughing ...
that’s right
i know it seem hard sometimes
but uh
remember one thing
after every dark night
there’s a bright day after that
so no matter how hard it get
stick your chest out, keep your head up
and handle it
(me against the world) 3x
2pac’ın en mükemmel parçalarından biri. tekrar tekrar dinlenesidir.
little somethin for my godson elijah and a little girl named corinne
[verse one:]
some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
i say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
i give a holler to my sisters on welfare
tupac cares, if don’t nobody else care
and uhh, i know they like to beat ya down a lot
when you come around the block brothas clown a lot
but please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
forgive but don’t forget, girl keep your head up
and when he tells you you ain’t nuttin don’t believe him
and if he can’t learn to love you you should leave him
cause sista you don’t need him
and i ain’t tryin to gas ya up, i just call em how i see em
you know it makes me unhappy (what’s that)
when brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
and since we all came from a woman
got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
i wonder why we take from our women
why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
i think it’s time to kill for our women
time to heal our women, be real to our women
and if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
that will hate the ladies, that make the babies
and since a man can’t make one
he has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
so will the real men get up
i know you’re fed up ladies, but keep your head up
[chorus]
keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooo child things are gonna get brighter [2x]
[verse two:]
aiyyo, i remember marvin gaye, used to sing ta me
he had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
and suddenly tha ghetto didn’t seem so tough
and though we had it rough, we always had enough
i huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
and i realize momma really paid the price
she nearly gave her life, to raise me right
and all i had ta give her was my pipe dream
of how i’d rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
i’m tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
it’s hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
and in the end it seems i’m headin for tha pen
i try and find my friends, but they’re blowin in the wind
last night my buddy lost his whole family
it’s gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
it seems tha rain’ll never let up
i try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
you know it’s funny when it rains it pours
they got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor
say there ain’t no hope for the youth and the truth is
it ain’t no hope for tha future
and then they wonder why we crazy
i blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
we ain’t meant to survive, cause it’s a setup
and even though you’re fed up
huh, ya got to keep your head up
[chorus]
[verse three:]
and uhh
to all the ladies havin babies on they own
i know it’s kinda rough and you’re feelin all alone
daddy’s long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
thank the lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
cause i think we can make it, in fact, i’m sure
and if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
cause ain’t nuttin worse than when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don’t love him no mo’
you can’t complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
because there’s too many things for you to deal with
dying inside, but outside you’re looking fearless
while da tears, is rollin down your cheeks
ya steady hopin things don’t all down this week
cause if it did, you couldn’t take it, and don’t blame me
i was given this world i didn’t make it
and now my son’s getten older and older and cold
from havin the world on his shoulders
while the rich kids is drivin benz
i’m still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
and it’s crazy, it seems it’ll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up
little somethin for my godson elijah and a little girl named corinne
[verse one:]
some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
i say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
i give a holler to my sisters on welfare
tupac cares, if don’t nobody else care
and uhh, i know they like to beat ya down a lot
when you come around the block brothas clown a lot
but please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
forgive but don’t forget, girl keep your head up
and when he tells you you ain’t nuttin don’t believe him
and if he can’t learn to love you you should leave him
cause sista you don’t need him
and i ain’t tryin to gas ya up, i just call em how i see em
you know it makes me unhappy (what’s that)
when brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
and since we all came from a woman
got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
i wonder why we take from our women
why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
i think it’s time to kill for our women
time to heal our women, be real to our women
and if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
that will hate the ladies, that make the babies
and since a man can’t make one
he has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
so will the real men get up
i know you’re fed up ladies, but keep your head up
[chorus]
keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooo child things are gonna get brighter [2x]
[verse two:]
aiyyo, i remember marvin gaye, used to sing ta me
he had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
and suddenly tha ghetto didn’t seem so tough
and though we had it rough, we always had enough
i huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
and i realize momma really paid the price
she nearly gave her life, to raise me right
and all i had ta give her was my pipe dream
of how i’d rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
i’m tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
it’s hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
and in the end it seems i’m headin for tha pen
i try and find my friends, but they’re blowin in the wind
last night my buddy lost his whole family
it’s gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
it seems tha rain’ll never let up
i try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
you know it’s funny when it rains it pours
they got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor
say there ain’t no hope for the youth and the truth is
it ain’t no hope for tha future
and then they wonder why we crazy
i blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
we ain’t meant to survive, cause it’s a setup
and even though you’re fed up
huh, ya got to keep your head up
[chorus]
[verse three:]
and uhh
to all the ladies havin babies on they own
i know it’s kinda rough and you’re feelin all alone
daddy’s long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
thank the lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
cause i think we can make it, in fact, i’m sure
and if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
cause ain’t nuttin worse than when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don’t love him no mo’
you can’t complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
because there’s too many things for you to deal with
dying inside, but outside you’re looking fearless
while da tears, is rollin down your cheeks
ya steady hopin things don’t all down this week
cause if it did, you couldn’t take it, and don’t blame me
i was given this world i didn’t make it
and now my son’s getten older and older and cold
from havin the world on his shoulders
while the rich kids is drivin benz
i’m still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
and it’s crazy, it seems it’ll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up
2pac’ın, dr. dre ile beraber yaptıkları süper bir şarkısı.
[1]-california...knows how to party
california...knows how to party
in the citaaay of l.a.
in the citaaay of good ol’ watts
in the citaaay, the city of compton
we keep it rockin! we keep it rockin!
[verse one: dr. dre]
now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
a state that’s untouchable like elliot ness
the track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex
we in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
and pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
i been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
now it’s ’95 and they clock me and watch me
diamonds shinin lookin like i robbed liberace
it’s all good, from diego to tha bay
your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
dre puttin it down for
californ-i-a
[repeat 1]
[2]-shake it shake it baby
shake it shake it baby
shake it shake it mama
shake it cali
shake it shake it baby
shake it shake it shake it shake it...
[verse two: 2pac]
out on bail fresh outta jail, california dreamin
soon as i stepped on the scene, i’m hearin hoochies screamin
fiendin for money and alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
only in cali where we riot not rally to live and die
in l.a. we wearin chucks not ballies (that’s right)
dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
famous cause we program worldwide
let’em recognize from long beach to rose grands
bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it’s west side
so you know the row won’t bow down to no man
say what you say
but give me that bomb beat from dre
let me serenade the streets of l.a.
from oakland to sacktown
the bay area and back down
cali is where they put they mack down
give me love!
[rpt 1]
[dre] now make it shake...
[rpt 2]
[outro: dre, 2pac]
uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
oaktown, oakland definately in tha house hahaha
frisko, frisko
[tupac] hey, you know la is up in this
pasadina, where you at
yeah, ingelwood, ingelwood always up to no good
(tupac) even hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah
throw it up y’all, throw it up, throw it up
let’s show these fools how we do this on that west side
cause you and i know it’s tha best side
yeah, that’s riight
west coast, west coast
uh, california love
california love
[1]-california...knows how to party
california...knows how to party
in the citaaay of l.a.
in the citaaay of good ol’ watts
in the citaaay, the city of compton
we keep it rockin! we keep it rockin!
[verse one: dr. dre]
now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
a state that’s untouchable like elliot ness
the track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex
we in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
and pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
i been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
now it’s ’95 and they clock me and watch me
diamonds shinin lookin like i robbed liberace
it’s all good, from diego to tha bay
your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
dre puttin it down for
californ-i-a
[repeat 1]
[2]-shake it shake it baby
shake it shake it baby
shake it shake it mama
shake it cali
shake it shake it baby
shake it shake it shake it shake it...
[verse two: 2pac]
out on bail fresh outta jail, california dreamin
soon as i stepped on the scene, i’m hearin hoochies screamin
fiendin for money and alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
only in cali where we riot not rally to live and die
in l.a. we wearin chucks not ballies (that’s right)
dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
famous cause we program worldwide
let’em recognize from long beach to rose grands
bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it’s west side
so you know the row won’t bow down to no man
say what you say
but give me that bomb beat from dre
let me serenade the streets of l.a.
from oakland to sacktown
the bay area and back down
cali is where they put they mack down
give me love!
[rpt 1]
[dre] now make it shake...
[rpt 2]
[outro: dre, 2pac]
uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
oaktown, oakland definately in tha house hahaha
frisko, frisko
[tupac] hey, you know la is up in this
pasadina, where you at
yeah, ingelwood, ingelwood always up to no good
(tupac) even hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah
throw it up y’all, throw it up, throw it up
let’s show these fools how we do this on that west side
cause you and i know it’s tha best side
yeah, that’s riight
west coast, west coast
uh, california love
california love
2pac’ın annesi için yazdığı mükemmel şarkısı. "rap budur" dedirtir adama.
you are appreciated...
when i was young, me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on tha streets
though back in tha time, i never thought i’d see her face
ain’t a woman alive that can take my mommas place
suspended from school, scared ta go home
i was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules
shed tears with my baby sister
over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids
and even though we had different dadies
tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama
i reminised on tha stress i caused, it wuz hell
hugg’en on my mama from a jail cell
and who’ed think in elementry, heeeey i’d see tha penatentry
one day
running from tha police, that’s right
momma catch me--put a whoop’en to my backside
and even as a crack fiend mama,
ya always was a black queen mama
i finally understand for a woman
it ain’t easy--trying ta raise a man
ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare,
tell me how ya did it
there’s no way i can pay ya back
but tha plan is ta show ya that i understand.
you are appreciated......
chorus
laaaaady, don’t cha know we luv ya
sweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya
sweeeet laaaady, don’t cha know we luv ya
ain’t nobody tell us it wuz fair
no luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn’t there
he passed away and i didn’t cry
cause my anger, wouldn’t let me feel for a stranger
they say i’m wrong and i’m heartless
but all along i wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone
i hung around with tha thug’s and even though they sold drugs
they showed a young brother luv
i moved out and started really hang’in
i needed money of my own so i started slang’in
i ain’t guilty cause, even though i sell rocks
it feels good, putting money in your mailbox
i love paying rent when tha rents due
i hope ya got tha diamond necklace that i sent to you
cause when i wuz low, you was there for me
ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me
and i can see ya coming home after work late
ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate
just working with tha scraps you wuz given
and mama made miracles every thanksgiving
but now tha road got rough, your alone
trying ta raise two bad kids on your own
and there’s no way i can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that i understand
you are appreciated.....
chorus
laaaaady, don’t cha know we luv ya
sweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya
sweeeet laaaady, don’t cha know we luv ya
pour out some liquor and i remenise
cause through tha drama, i can always depend on my mama
and when it seems that i’m hopeless
you say tha words that can get me back in focus
when i wuz sick as a little kid
ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did
and all my childhood memories
are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me
and even though i act craaaazy
i got ta thank tha lord that ya maaaade me
there are no words that can express how i feel
ya never kept a secret, always stayed real
and i appreciate how ya raised me
and all tha extra love that ya gave me
i wish i could take tha pain away
if you can make it through tha night, there’s a brighter day
everything’ll be alright if ya hold on
it’s a strugle
everyday gotta roll on
and there’s no way i can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that i understand
you are appreciated.......
chorus
laaaaady, don’t cha know we luv ya
sweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya
sweeeet laaaady, don’t cha know we luv ya, sweeeet laaaady
laaaady...[fades]...laaaady
you are appreciated...
when i was young, me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on tha streets
though back in tha time, i never thought i’d see her face
ain’t a woman alive that can take my mommas place
suspended from school, scared ta go home
i was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules
shed tears with my baby sister
over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids
and even though we had different dadies
tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama
i reminised on tha stress i caused, it wuz hell
hugg’en on my mama from a jail cell
and who’ed think in elementry, heeeey i’d see tha penatentry
one day
running from tha police, that’s right
momma catch me--put a whoop’en to my backside
and even as a crack fiend mama,
ya always was a black queen mama
i finally understand for a woman
it ain’t easy--trying ta raise a man
ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare,
tell me how ya did it
there’s no way i can pay ya back
but tha plan is ta show ya that i understand.
you are appreciated......
chorus
laaaaady, don’t cha know we luv ya
sweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya
sweeeet laaaady, don’t cha know we luv ya
ain’t nobody tell us it wuz fair
no luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn’t there
he passed away and i didn’t cry
cause my anger, wouldn’t let me feel for a stranger
they say i’m wrong and i’m heartless
but all along i wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone
i hung around with tha thug’s and even though they sold drugs
they showed a young brother luv
i moved out and started really hang’in
i needed money of my own so i started slang’in
i ain’t guilty cause, even though i sell rocks
it feels good, putting money in your mailbox
i love paying rent when tha rents due
i hope ya got tha diamond necklace that i sent to you
cause when i wuz low, you was there for me
ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me
and i can see ya coming home after work late
ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate
just working with tha scraps you wuz given
and mama made miracles every thanksgiving
but now tha road got rough, your alone
trying ta raise two bad kids on your own
and there’s no way i can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that i understand
you are appreciated.....
chorus
laaaaady, don’t cha know we luv ya
sweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya
sweeeet laaaady, don’t cha know we luv ya
pour out some liquor and i remenise
cause through tha drama, i can always depend on my mama
and when it seems that i’m hopeless
you say tha words that can get me back in focus
when i wuz sick as a little kid
ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did
and all my childhood memories
are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me
and even though i act craaaazy
i got ta thank tha lord that ya maaaade me
there are no words that can express how i feel
ya never kept a secret, always stayed real
and i appreciate how ya raised me
and all tha extra love that ya gave me
i wish i could take tha pain away
if you can make it through tha night, there’s a brighter day
everything’ll be alright if ya hold on
it’s a strugle
everyday gotta roll on
and there’s no way i can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that i understand
you are appreciated.......
chorus
laaaaady, don’t cha know we luv ya
sweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya
sweeeet laaaady, don’t cha know we luv ya, sweeeet laaaady
laaaady...[fades]...laaaady
2pac’ın "still i rise" isimli albümünün kapanış şarkısı.
(young noble)
yo, i can see
that you obviously don’t know me or my homies
we o-u-t lawz, fuck the phonies
a wise hustler once told me, it’s on you
though it was dreams when he first told me now it’s true
i got love for you only to a certain exstend
niggas ain’t worth shit
cops and ride dick permits
i heard this and heard that
about them o-u-t lawz
some of them soldiers got shot
some of them soldiers fell off
fuck yall now everybody tied to us
hollering out a nigga name
but never said what up
that shit critical, dispicable, unforgiveable
i too like hot ??
your own fan won’t remember you
thuggin but we still spriutual, clear lyrical
i’m like the fuckin deff squad
my ears ain’t hearin’ yall
pump fearin’ yall
but damn i ain’t even wantin’ to scare yall
listen to what i tell yall
fuck the world,
your baby moms and your baby girl
you muthafuckas so fake,
yo they made me wanna earl
blake, hate snakes thug hatin the degree
outlawz on a paper chase
can you relate thug niggaz
(napoleon chorus)
we will never fall
thru it all, we’ll always stand tall
cause in the end we’ll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
and if you believe in that shit that you heard
y’all dont know us, y’all dont know us
(napoleon)
now i been trapped down
and fucked from day one
this industructable style of mine ain’t no fun
where i’m from
you sure to see about 10 niggaz in a bedroom
eating off the same spoon
sweeping with the same broom
it’s hazard, it’s you don’t want yo life
well give me grab it
i was born inside a love zone
with a glock-nine young marriage
it’s critical
then one of them sat down living so
mystikal and empoious
with a heart full of anger it’s so redicilous
so give me some with 21-gun soldier salute
with a 19-inch black handle snake knife in my boots
i’m straight from the strong, thug to your life
right to yo wrong, i’ll put the good to your evil
i’m the shells to your chrome, you dig that?
i’m life, i’ll bring the moon to your night
i’ll put the dick to your wife
and i’m the jesuz of your christ
you dig that? respect this
i’ll bring the end to your claw
i’ll bring the loc to your heart
and i’ll put the snoop on yo dogs
you hear me?
we follow, this little bullet so hollow
i can promise that estacy ain’t promised tomorrow
with this two man mades
me and my soul death astrayed
i watch my parents get blowed away
now look what it made
i’m something to face
this ludacy then with me, then with chemistry
got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me
i’ll be frying you, cause y’all don’t know me
(young noble chorus)
we will never fall
thru the war, we’ll always stand tall (why)
cause in the end we’ll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
(e.d.i)
when we was kids, the loving felt good
but of course have the respect
though it’s even better
now for this chedder
niggaz is laying deader
then malcom and martin put together
oh lord only knows where we’ll end up
remember what pac said
watch the fuckin signs
but we wasn’t listening
too busy trippin off his shine
now one time for my muthafuckin’ outlawz
napoleon, noble, and kastro
may we all roll
and if you don’t know
we got the rap game petro
scared cause we bout to release
like heavy metal
nationwide, underground
we running the ghettos
stealing all of ya fan base like we kleptos
bitch i can’t let go
i been strugglin’ too long, thuggin’ too long
and niggaz is stealing my shit
and busting it wrong
hot shots holla back when you get ’em
outlawz’ll sic ’em, bustin back at the system
military wisdom
preparing myself for armegeddom
breaking my balls at this game
knowing it’s a dead end
and my only weapon
is my believe that i’m superior
yeah we the muthafuckas
that you niggaz is liery off
controling my steam
knowing my team to deserve more
fuck the reframe
stick to the game and earn more
holding my head, rolling the head with focus
laughing inside
cause deep inside y’all don’t know us
(young noble chorus)
we will never fall
thru it all, we’ll always stand tall (why)
cause in the end we’ll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
and if you believe in that shit that you heard
y’all dont know us, y’all dont know us
we will never fall (never)
thru the war, we’ll always stand tall
cause in the end we’ll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
and if you believe in that shit that you heard
y’all dont know us, y’all dont know us
(e.d.i talking)
ain’t never know niggaz like us boy
they don’t make niggaz like us no more
thug in peace.. to all my niggaz (never)
see ya soon.. uhh
(young noble)
yo, i can see
that you obviously don’t know me or my homies
we o-u-t lawz, fuck the phonies
a wise hustler once told me, it’s on you
though it was dreams when he first told me now it’s true
i got love for you only to a certain exstend
niggas ain’t worth shit
cops and ride dick permits
i heard this and heard that
about them o-u-t lawz
some of them soldiers got shot
some of them soldiers fell off
fuck yall now everybody tied to us
hollering out a nigga name
but never said what up
that shit critical, dispicable, unforgiveable
i too like hot ??
your own fan won’t remember you
thuggin but we still spriutual, clear lyrical
i’m like the fuckin deff squad
my ears ain’t hearin’ yall
pump fearin’ yall
but damn i ain’t even wantin’ to scare yall
listen to what i tell yall
fuck the world,
your baby moms and your baby girl
you muthafuckas so fake,
yo they made me wanna earl
blake, hate snakes thug hatin the degree
outlawz on a paper chase
can you relate thug niggaz
(napoleon chorus)
we will never fall
thru it all, we’ll always stand tall
cause in the end we’ll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
and if you believe in that shit that you heard
y’all dont know us, y’all dont know us
(napoleon)
now i been trapped down
and fucked from day one
this industructable style of mine ain’t no fun
where i’m from
you sure to see about 10 niggaz in a bedroom
eating off the same spoon
sweeping with the same broom
it’s hazard, it’s you don’t want yo life
well give me grab it
i was born inside a love zone
with a glock-nine young marriage
it’s critical
then one of them sat down living so
mystikal and empoious
with a heart full of anger it’s so redicilous
so give me some with 21-gun soldier salute
with a 19-inch black handle snake knife in my boots
i’m straight from the strong, thug to your life
right to yo wrong, i’ll put the good to your evil
i’m the shells to your chrome, you dig that?
i’m life, i’ll bring the moon to your night
i’ll put the dick to your wife
and i’m the jesuz of your christ
you dig that? respect this
i’ll bring the end to your claw
i’ll bring the loc to your heart
and i’ll put the snoop on yo dogs
you hear me?
we follow, this little bullet so hollow
i can promise that estacy ain’t promised tomorrow
with this two man mades
me and my soul death astrayed
i watch my parents get blowed away
now look what it made
i’m something to face
this ludacy then with me, then with chemistry
got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me
i’ll be frying you, cause y’all don’t know me
(young noble chorus)
we will never fall
thru the war, we’ll always stand tall (why)
cause in the end we’ll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
(e.d.i)
when we was kids, the loving felt good
but of course have the respect
though it’s even better
now for this chedder
niggaz is laying deader
then malcom and martin put together
oh lord only knows where we’ll end up
remember what pac said
watch the fuckin signs
but we wasn’t listening
too busy trippin off his shine
now one time for my muthafuckin’ outlawz
napoleon, noble, and kastro
may we all roll
and if you don’t know
we got the rap game petro
scared cause we bout to release
like heavy metal
nationwide, underground
we running the ghettos
stealing all of ya fan base like we kleptos
bitch i can’t let go
i been strugglin’ too long, thuggin’ too long
and niggaz is stealing my shit
and busting it wrong
hot shots holla back when you get ’em
outlawz’ll sic ’em, bustin back at the system
military wisdom
preparing myself for armegeddom
breaking my balls at this game
knowing it’s a dead end
and my only weapon
is my believe that i’m superior
yeah we the muthafuckas
that you niggaz is liery off
controling my steam
knowing my team to deserve more
fuck the reframe
stick to the game and earn more
holding my head, rolling the head with focus
laughing inside
cause deep inside y’all don’t know us
(young noble chorus)
we will never fall
thru it all, we’ll always stand tall (why)
cause in the end we’ll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
and if you believe in that shit that you heard
y’all dont know us, y’all dont know us
we will never fall (never)
thru the war, we’ll always stand tall
cause in the end we’ll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
and if you believe in that shit that you heard
y’all dont know us, y’all dont know us
(e.d.i talking)
ain’t never know niggaz like us boy
they don’t make niggaz like us no more
thug in peace.. to all my niggaz (never)
see ya soon.. uhh
2pac’ın "still i rise" albümündeki güzel şarkısı.
(napoleon talking)
life...
what the fuck is life for niggaz like us?
been waking up to another muthafuckin’ day
i’m the type of soldier,
a nigga that seen
everything in my muthafuckin eyes
i seen my parents get killed
to my muthafuckin eyes
i seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
i seen pac.. yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes
so i know anybody can be touched
you know what i mean?
(napoleon)
oh god forgive me
somebody please say a prayer for me
needed my parents
but they was never there for me
believe in everything they feed me
i’m seeing demons
i wake up screaming
who believe me or was i dreaming?
five fingers on the .45 chrome
dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on
i ain’t afraid to die, i want to see what’s after this
i’m living blind writing rhymes
til they capture this
and if we die let the world understand why
soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
they seeing us inside a casket
that’s how they see us
oh god forgive us ghetto bastards
we human beings
they leaving us inside this hell-hole
just waiting to fail so they tell us
that’s what jail for
adolescense young teens turned violent
it’s floating, in a world turned silent
cause you could be touched
(chorus makaveli)
young niggaz in the wild life
criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
thinking he can make his pay
too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
cause you can be touched
young niggaz in the wild life
criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
thinking he can make his pay
too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
cause you can be touched
(e.d.i)
i live life high speed
moving a million miles per hour
towards my destiny
making decesions carelessly
yeah it’s me, yo nigga man child
bomb first stand proud
ain’t looking for hand-outs
twenty-five years up in this bitch
and i’ll be damned if i ain’t leaving rich
and leave my kids a grip
i let my blood drip off in this thug shit
you can be touched, i catch you slippin’ while i’m on a money mission
like right now, 30 dollars to my john hancock
try to get mo’ so my shit don’t flock
i lick off shots for everything they owe me
and when it’s my time to go
i pray the lord hold me
(u can be touched)
(kastro)
i was born in the city that never sleeps
schooled by the realest of the real niggaz
that ever breathed
and i was big when i was young
and now i see that i was dumb
my nigga.. lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years
for trusting a friend
they left him stuck in the penn
i love him, we all here just to die here, plus
nobody cares what got here
touched by a angel and kissed by the lord
praise the thug ways and i’ll never be bored
touched by a angel and kissed by the lord
y’all praise the thug ways
so forever it’s on.. baby
(chorus makaveli)
my young niggaz in the wild life
criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
thinking he can make his pay
too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
cause you can be touched
young niggaz in the wild life
criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
thinking he can make his pay
too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
cause you can be touched
(young noble)
why grieve this life
planted by the fiends and pipes
green lights so
i’m seeing-seeing everything twice
pretty much of nothing nice
(naw) we sucking it up
even when we get a job, we fucking it up
like it can’t happen to us
i could never be a bum
yeah right, you wound up one
god forbid i’m touched, y’all keep living it up
look and learn
next it could be your turn... word
(kadafi)
yes this a felonies’ hobby
that got me here thinking robbery
day to day all year long
teflon protects my body
it’s such unimportant in this criminal cartel
i’m caught and supporting me
so in these streets of hockey
i play the goalie,
secretz to war licks, and score shit
share between clients and homies
remember what patcino told me
before he past
watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles
cause they phony, i get that cash, stay lonely
and i’m point like a thong
and it’s survive for the strong
living outside the laws of this crooked world
i was born touched
(chorus makaveli)
my young niggaz in the wild life
criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
thinking he can make his pay
too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
cause you can be touched
young niggaz in the wild life
criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
thinking he can make his pay
too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
cause you can be touched
(napoleon talking)
life...
what the fuck is life for niggaz like us?
been waking up to another muthafuckin’ day
i’m the type of soldier,
a nigga that seen
everything in my muthafuckin eyes
i seen my parents get killed
to my muthafuckin eyes
i seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
i seen pac.. yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes
so i know anybody can be touched
you know what i mean?
(napoleon)
oh god forgive me
somebody please say a prayer for me
needed my parents
but they was never there for me
believe in everything they feed me
i’m seeing demons
i wake up screaming
who believe me or was i dreaming?
five fingers on the .45 chrome
dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on
i ain’t afraid to die, i want to see what’s after this
i’m living blind writing rhymes
til they capture this
and if we die let the world understand why
soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
they seeing us inside a casket
that’s how they see us
oh god forgive us ghetto bastards
we human beings
they leaving us inside this hell-hole
just waiting to fail so they tell us
that’s what jail for
adolescense young teens turned violent
it’s floating, in a world turned silent
cause you could be touched
(chorus makaveli)
young niggaz in the wild life
criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
thinking he can make his pay
too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
cause you can be touched
young niggaz in the wild life
criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
thinking he can make his pay
too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
cause you can be touched
(e.d.i)
i live life high speed
moving a million miles per hour
towards my destiny
making decesions carelessly
yeah it’s me, yo nigga man child
bomb first stand proud
ain’t looking for hand-outs
twenty-five years up in this bitch
and i’ll be damned if i ain’t leaving rich
and leave my kids a grip
i let my blood drip off in this thug shit
you can be touched, i catch you slippin’ while i’m on a money mission
like right now, 30 dollars to my john hancock
try to get mo’ so my shit don’t flock
i lick off shots for everything they owe me
and when it’s my time to go
i pray the lord hold me
(u can be touched)
(kastro)
i was born in the city that never sleeps
schooled by the realest of the real niggaz
that ever breathed
and i was big when i was young
and now i see that i was dumb
my nigga.. lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years
for trusting a friend
they left him stuck in the penn
i love him, we all here just to die here, plus
nobody cares what got here
touched by a angel and kissed by the lord
praise the thug ways and i’ll never be bored
touched by a angel and kissed by the lord
y’all praise the thug ways
so forever it’s on.. baby
(chorus makaveli)
my young niggaz in the wild life
criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
thinking he can make his pay
too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
cause you can be touched
young niggaz in the wild life
criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
thinking he can make his pay
too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
cause you can be touched
(young noble)
why grieve this life
planted by the fiends and pipes
green lights so
i’m seeing-seeing everything twice
pretty much of nothing nice
(naw) we sucking it up
even when we get a job, we fucking it up
like it can’t happen to us
i could never be a bum
yeah right, you wound up one
god forbid i’m touched, y’all keep living it up
look and learn
next it could be your turn... word
(kadafi)
yes this a felonies’ hobby
that got me here thinking robbery
day to day all year long
teflon protects my body
it’s such unimportant in this criminal cartel
i’m caught and supporting me
so in these streets of hockey
i play the goalie,
secretz to war licks, and score shit
share between clients and homies
remember what patcino told me
before he past
watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles
cause they phony, i get that cash, stay lonely
and i’m point like a thong
and it’s survive for the strong
living outside the laws of this crooked world
i was born touched
(chorus makaveli)
my young niggaz in the wild life
criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
thinking he can make his pay
too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
cause you can be touched
young niggaz in the wild life
criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
thinking he can make his pay
too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
cause you can be touched
2pac’ın "still i rise" albümünden bir şarkı.
[2pac]
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, but i turn my pleasure into sin
blazed out sheddin tattoed tears
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
[kadafi]
shit.. ain’t no unity in my community it’s do or die
seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high
as life replays like time; underhanded schemes
to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime
my enemies want me squeezed
they get dumped like 3’s, with 57 wasted at they knees
please beware we thugs revolution size
criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize
locked down, got many shell shocked, now
holdin down fort like i’m stuck in court cell block style
[kastro]
yo i been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late
visions of killers en masse at the blast mayne
as i lay here gatted down and tatted
knowin now it’s hard to slow down for a addict
it’s been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers
beefin and never even, ain’t no love in the air
and i suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavens
walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas
i lost a lot, startin with hope i tried
and for every tattoo i got a moment i cried
i’m thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain
step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain
i’ma hold it down tho’, with all the struggle to bear
ain’t nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears
come on...
chorus (repeats to fade)
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]
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, but i turn my pleasure into sin
blazed out sheddin tattoed tears
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
[kadafi]
shit.. ain’t no unity in my community it’s do or die
seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high
as life replays like time; underhanded schemes
to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime
my enemies want me squeezed
they get dumped like 3’s, with 57 wasted at they knees
please beware we thugs revolution size
criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize
locked down, got many shell shocked, now
holdin down fort like i’m stuck in court cell block style
[kastro]
yo i been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late
visions of killers en masse at the blast mayne
as i lay here gatted down and tatted
knowin now it’s hard to slow down for a addict
it’s been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers
beefin and never even, ain’t no love in the air
and i suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavens
walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas
i lost a lot, startin with hope i tried
and for every tattoo i got a moment i cried
i’m thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain
step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain
i’ma hold it down tho’, with all the struggle to bear
ain’t nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears
come on...
chorus (repeats to fade)
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’ın "still i rise" albümündeki manyak bir şarkısı.
[2pac]
(hahhh, hahaha) hehehe, word
it’s like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets
(throw it up fool, hey nigga, haha)
tell me how you feel homey
(yeah, it took a week to go down)
you recollects and see how crazy it sounds
the whole town’s on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound)
(now introducin young trigga)
since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger
just anotha wild-ass nigga
(but he was fiendin for precious) what?
(but precious was a ghetto girl)
couldn’t be no sex without that gold lexus
(but lil’ trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers)
seein visions of people smokin and niggaz catchin vapors
got his man from around the corner (we’ll call him lil’ mo)
(been in so many reform schools they had to let him go)
(here’s where the plot thickens)
they got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin
(they call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin)
(somebody’s gonna die tonight)
still no one’s knowin, so they kept goin
catchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?)
(two semi-automatic nines, them niggaz died)
(plus nobody in the hood cries, it’s like they celebrate
to death and wish they could die) so peep the lesson
but wait a minute back to precious
she’s snortin dope in the back seat of trigg’s lexus
teardrops and closed caskets
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] teardrops and closed caskets
[lawz] teardrops and closed caskets
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] teardrops and closed caskets
(don’t let these ghetto streets get you, precious)
(was the victim, from a dime to a nickel)
hopin god’s blessings stick with ya
picture the neighbourhood kingpin, who’s gettin bigger
familiar face, but a man now, it’s lil’ trigga
now lil’ mo was a soldier to the fullest
down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets
(all he wanted was to be a thug)
never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
(here’s where it gets ya)
now precious is pregnant, lil’ trigga is happy
he wants to marry her now (not knowin he ain’t the daddy)
but precious was lonely while lil’ trigga was makin dough
she’s slippin in secret places and gettin with lil’ mo
the neighbourhood’s buzzin, now people are talkin
lil’ trigga’s gettin pictures of the both of ’em walkin
(hand in hand, couldn’t understand)
how his baby’s mama could disapear with another man
(and his best friend)
now jealousy’s dangerous, and if you don’t believe me
then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you’ll see
there ain’t no heroes or villains, ain’t no pleasure in killin
just the smoke from the cap peelin a man with no feelings
teardrops and closed caskets
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] teardrops and closed caskets
bury you dead and look ahead
a man with no feelings
[lawz] teardrops and closed caskets
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] teardrops and closed caskets
that’s all we got left, that’s all
[outlawz]
now with the problems of poverty
and the tricks to these tales
how many people’ll die
how many’ll live to tell
although best friends before
lil’ trigga and mo
(they in an all out war, over a fiend they ain’t know)
behind the curtains their privacy lust is already laid down
the results is the same with different names and it turns out
[2pac]
y’all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town
lil’ trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he’s played out
think it’s lil’ mo (was plottin plans on gettin bigger)
(precious was his way to put his hands on lil’ trigga)
all the while let’s look at precious
too dumb to see what’s goin down (too doped up to ask questions)
used to be comrades (but now we blast on sight)
what could be so bad (god, will we last tonight?)
from misdemeanors to felonies, small-time to sellin ki’s
i can’t believe the shit they tellin me
they open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops
(precious, lil’ mo and trigg)
teardrops and closed caskets
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] aiy qbiii in this motherfucker
teardrops and closed caskets
we dedicate this to all the fallen comrades
(that’s right)
all the homies that didn’t make it to see this day
(rest in peace)
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] yaknahmean? i know it’s hard out there, heheh
with teardrops and closed caskets
it’s like that’s all we got to look forward to these days
murders, brothers dyin, funerals
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] shit, it’s like i done ran out of suits homey
i done ran out of tears
know we gon’ have to do somethin y’all
we gon’ have to do somethin
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] cause i know all these mothers is tired of seein the same thing
(rest in peace)
teardrops and closed caskets
i send this out to m’thulu geronimo
and to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
(to the homey boonie, rest in peace nigga)
[pac] all the homies that fell, all the homies
may god bless your families
may you always live in the motherfuckin heart
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] in a thug niggaz heart forever
(that’s right)
rest in peace nigga
may your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets
we can’t have peace til the niggaz get a piece
[nate] will i..
[2pac]
(hahhh, hahaha) hehehe, word
it’s like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets
(throw it up fool, hey nigga, haha)
tell me how you feel homey
(yeah, it took a week to go down)
you recollects and see how crazy it sounds
the whole town’s on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound)
(now introducin young trigga)
since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger
just anotha wild-ass nigga
(but he was fiendin for precious) what?
(but precious was a ghetto girl)
couldn’t be no sex without that gold lexus
(but lil’ trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers)
seein visions of people smokin and niggaz catchin vapors
got his man from around the corner (we’ll call him lil’ mo)
(been in so many reform schools they had to let him go)
(here’s where the plot thickens)
they got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin
(they call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin)
(somebody’s gonna die tonight)
still no one’s knowin, so they kept goin
catchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?)
(two semi-automatic nines, them niggaz died)
(plus nobody in the hood cries, it’s like they celebrate
to death and wish they could die) so peep the lesson
but wait a minute back to precious
she’s snortin dope in the back seat of trigg’s lexus
teardrops and closed caskets
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] teardrops and closed caskets
[lawz] teardrops and closed caskets
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] teardrops and closed caskets
(don’t let these ghetto streets get you, precious)
(was the victim, from a dime to a nickel)
hopin god’s blessings stick with ya
picture the neighbourhood kingpin, who’s gettin bigger
familiar face, but a man now, it’s lil’ trigga
now lil’ mo was a soldier to the fullest
down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets
(all he wanted was to be a thug)
never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
(here’s where it gets ya)
now precious is pregnant, lil’ trigga is happy
he wants to marry her now (not knowin he ain’t the daddy)
but precious was lonely while lil’ trigga was makin dough
she’s slippin in secret places and gettin with lil’ mo
the neighbourhood’s buzzin, now people are talkin
lil’ trigga’s gettin pictures of the both of ’em walkin
(hand in hand, couldn’t understand)
how his baby’s mama could disapear with another man
(and his best friend)
now jealousy’s dangerous, and if you don’t believe me
then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you’ll see
there ain’t no heroes or villains, ain’t no pleasure in killin
just the smoke from the cap peelin a man with no feelings
teardrops and closed caskets
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] teardrops and closed caskets
bury you dead and look ahead
a man with no feelings
[lawz] teardrops and closed caskets
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] teardrops and closed caskets
that’s all we got left, that’s all
[outlawz]
now with the problems of poverty
and the tricks to these tales
how many people’ll die
how many’ll live to tell
although best friends before
lil’ trigga and mo
(they in an all out war, over a fiend they ain’t know)
behind the curtains their privacy lust is already laid down
the results is the same with different names and it turns out
[2pac]
y’all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town
lil’ trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he’s played out
think it’s lil’ mo (was plottin plans on gettin bigger)
(precious was his way to put his hands on lil’ trigga)
all the while let’s look at precious
too dumb to see what’s goin down (too doped up to ask questions)
used to be comrades (but now we blast on sight)
what could be so bad (god, will we last tonight?)
from misdemeanors to felonies, small-time to sellin ki’s
i can’t believe the shit they tellin me
they open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops
(precious, lil’ mo and trigg)
teardrops and closed caskets
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] aiy qbiii in this motherfucker
teardrops and closed caskets
we dedicate this to all the fallen comrades
(that’s right)
all the homies that didn’t make it to see this day
(rest in peace)
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] yaknahmean? i know it’s hard out there, heheh
with teardrops and closed caskets
it’s like that’s all we got to look forward to these days
murders, brothers dyin, funerals
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] shit, it’s like i done ran out of suits homey
i done ran out of tears
know we gon’ have to do somethin y’all
we gon’ have to do somethin
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] cause i know all these mothers is tired of seein the same thing
(rest in peace)
teardrops and closed caskets
i send this out to m’thulu geronimo
and to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
(to the homey boonie, rest in peace nigga)
[pac] all the homies that fell, all the homies
may god bless your families
may you always live in the motherfuckin heart
[nate] will i.. forever be alone
[pac] in a thug niggaz heart forever
(that’s right)
rest in peace nigga
may your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets
we can’t have peace til the niggaz get a piece
[nate] will i..
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