xerxes

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünde yer alan güzel bir parçası.

throw them thangs x3

the quicker the nigga can go on
the faster the nigga can get his dough on
then i can hit my flow and get my ho on
them niggas don’t know what goes on
they trying to fuck with all they clothes on
then act up when all the hoes gone
are you ready for my flow? hit me (hoooooooo!) x3
stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
i’m quick to kill a nigga any nigga feel me nigga
you can’t fade me i’m way to fucking real nigga
2pacalypse now still down with the underground
niggas get clowned when i come around
boom boom motherfucker and it don’t stop
fuck a cop pass the glock and it won’t stop
if ya ready for my flow hit me (hoooooooo!) x3
stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
if ya wondering the thunder and the trouble
is coming from the rebel as i hit ya from the lower level
hit me once fucking d m and two times
popping like two nines hitting ’em with new rhymes
i can make you love me
best to chill with the nigga ’cause ya sure can’t punch me
if ya feel me let me hear ya say (rock that shit) x3
’cause ain’t a nigga alive that can stop the hit

[spice1]
hey, hold on young ’pac
motherfuckers ain’t riding no hookers out here
punk motherfuckers think the town
ain’t got handle bars on and shit
and ya lie to get slapped behind here
with a motherfucking motor, punk sissy
[2pac]
tell them motherfucking square ass niggas
check this out
y’all fonna come up off those motherfucking thangs
’cause i ain’t fonna be up in sweating for nothing
ya little punk square nigga

i’m quick to spit the shit get ya open
straight outta oakland
fuck the law get ya jaw broken
ba ba ba bang bang nigga it’s a stick up dee
turn the kick up i’m ready to rip the shit up g
they got me hype hype hyper, am i hype enough?
pass the blunt motherfucker let me light shit up
and pump ya fist like this
’cause the cops can’t flip on a whole damn clique
so suck dick
what they hitting ’fo? double up nigga it’s on
the type of nigga that likes to bone with the lights on
if ya ready for a nigga hit me (hooooooo!) x3
stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
yes some of you niggas are bitches too
little square motherfuckers trying to get to who?
pop pop never made it to ya punk ass clique
talk shit now ya gotta get ya punk ass whipped
for the bitches that be trying to work a nigga
for the tramps that be trying to jerk a nigga
for the rollers that be trying to urk a nigga
i’ma hustle and you punks can’t hurt me nigga
if ya ready for a nigga hit me (hooooooo!) x3
stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
uh, uh, yeah
let them thangs go

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünde yer alan gaz parçalarından biri. 2pac bu şarkıyı mike tyson’a ithaf etmiştir.

(if she didn’t wanna fuck then she never would’ve called you) repeated
yeah i dedicate this to my nigga mike tyson.
it’s all good.

chorus
you ain’t got to lie to kick it
to them tricks and them bitches
out to get a nigga’s riches
(repeat)

verse 1: richie rich

jack of all trades ballin’ like jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact i know you can’t
do half of the shit that you was claimin’ in the county
suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
polyurethane busta cracked in half
you claim you folding bank but i know yo bank stank
i lived around the corner i seen you fully smoked
must i say some more you weighed a buck 04
you sold ya tv for a buck cause it was way too late
now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
you’s a baller lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
but you’s an old basehead kickin’ too much hype
yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
and if they knew yo identity
you’d probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
you ain’t got to lie to kick it.

chorus 4x

verse 2: 2pac

you ain’t got to lie to kick it
y’all don’t hear me
i got these niggas yackin’ in my face
about some shit that never took place
and what you see is what you get
that’s what he told me
i peeped it in his pose
exposed the fucking phony
i’m gettin’ richer so they claim to be my homie
with them bitches they be freaky
they don’t know me
hey it’s gettin drastic
gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
sleep on a g and get that ass kicked
and stuffed in a casket
rippin’ the shit like it’s my muthafucking last hit
hey they wonder why a nigga’s nothin’ nice
and everytime i bust a nut i fuck for tyson
cause i know the real on the bitch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigga’s riches (fuck that bitch)
i pray to god that the bitch don’t get no dick
and got a nigga screamin’ fuck that bitch!

chorus

verse 3: pac & rich

well if a bitch’ll be a bitch
then a trick’ll be a trick
i’ve got my nigga richie rich and we be all up in the mix
this is thug life baby rollin’ hoes like vogues
stay the fuck up out of mine
and i’ll stay out of yours
it’s a oakland thang and bitch you wouldn’t understand
this tanqueray got me screamin’ fuck yo’ man.
but now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin’ i was jocking
hey bitch i got no time for hoes i’m steady clockin’
and if it ain’t about a buck i gives a fuck
it’s raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
so what’s up with them low life bitches tryin’ to play me
bitch you better see trojan about yo’ baby (ha ha)
trickin’ niggas better catch up on they pimpin’
cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping

2pac’ın 1997’de çıkan "r u still down" albümünün süper parçalarından biri.

get money nigga. yeah aw yeah.
dedicate this one to all the hustlers
that get up every muthafuckin’ morning
and put they work down.
i see you i see you boy.

verse 1

i’m up before sunrise first to hit the block
li’l bad muthafucka with a pocket full of rocks
learned to throw them thangs
get my skinny li’l ass kicked
niggas laughed ’til the first muthafucka got blasted
i put the nigga in his casket
and now they covering the basket with plastic
i smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin’ caps
tryin’ to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
gettin’ chased by the five o fuck them hoes
gotta 45 screamin’ out survival
hey nigga can i lay low
cook some ya-yo and holla five o when i say so
don’t wanna go to the pen
i’m hittin’ fences
cops on a nigga back missin’ me by inches
and they say how do you survive
weighing 155 in the city where the little niggas die
tell mama don’t cry cause even if they kill me
they can never take the life of a real g

chorus
i’m gettin’ money (4x)

verse 2

still on parole and i’m the first nigga
servin’ postin’ liquor on the curb
for my homies that deserve it
if i wanna make a million
gotta stay ill and kinda cool around the way
i think today i make a killing
dressed down like i’m dirty
but only on the block just a clever disguise
to keep ya runnin’ from the cops
gettin’ high i think i die if i don’t get no ends
in a bucket but i’m ridin’ it like it’s a benz
i hit the strip i let my music buck
drinking liquor and i’m looking for a bitch to fuck
rather die making money than live poor and legal
as i slang another ounce i wish it was a kilo
i need money in a major way
try to fuck my girl she gettin’ paid today
i live thug life and let the money come to me
cause they can never take the game from a young g.

chorus

verse 3

damned if i don’t and damned if a nigga do
now watch a young muthafucka pull a trigger too
craaze out and don’t let them see ya cry
dry ya eyes young nigga time to do or die
i pack a pistol in my pocket
ready on my glock
ain’t no time for a nigga to even cock shit
i done seen a muthafucka peep pain
at point blank range cause he slept on the game
ain’t a damn thing changed
they checking the time
snap rolling if you can’t stand playin’ betta hoe
cause ain’t no telling what ya might roll
you might fold catch aids from a slight cold
you better live ya life to the fullest
be quick to kill a bull got a pistol
muthafucka better pull it
and even if they kill me they can never take the life of a young g.

chorus ’til end

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünde yer alan gaz bir şarkısı.

verse 1

the only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
pray to my god everyday but he don’t listen
the poverty bothers me but mama’s working wonders in the kitchen
listen i can hear her crying in the bedroom
praying for money we never think would she be dead soon
am i wrong for wishing i was somewhere else
at 13 can’t feed myself
can i blame daddy ’cause he left me
wish he would’ve helped me
too much like him ’til my mama don’t love me
on my own at a early age gettin’ paid
and i’m strapped so i’ll never be afraid
where did i go astray i’m hanging in the back streets
running with g’s and dope fiends will they jack me?
can’t turn back my eyes on the prize
i got nothing to lose
everybody gotta die
say good-bye to the bad guy
that one you fucked when you passed by
buck buck (gunshots) from a glock
tempured glass fly
do or die walk a mile in my shoes
and you’d be crazy too
with nothing to lose

chorus

i got nothing to lose
(that’s why i got gang related)
got nothing to lose 5x
nothing to lose

verse 2

i thank the lord for my many blessings
though i’m stressin’ keep a vest for protection
from the barrel of the smith & wesson
and all my niggas in the pen’
here we go again
ain’t nothing seperating us from a mack 10
born in the ghetto as a hustla older
straight soldier bucking at them bustas
no matter how you try niggas never die
we just retaliate with hate then we multiply
see me striking down the block hittin’ co’ners
mobbin’ like a muthafucka livin’ like i wanna
ain’t no stoppin’ at the red lights i’m sideways
thug life muthafucka criiime pays
let the cops put they lights on
chase me nigga
zig-zaggin’ through the freeway
race me nigga
in a high speed chase with the law
the realest muthafucka that you ever saw
i’m livin’ raw ’til they bury me don’t worry me
i’m high livin’ like i ain’t afraid to die
and you could walk a mile in my shoes
and you’d be crazy too

chorus

verse 3

ain’t no escape from a deadly fate
and everyday there’s a million black bodies put away
i’m startin’ to lose hope
it seems everybody’s on dope
mama told me to leave ’cause she was broke
sometimes i choke on the indo
peepin’ out the window alone on my own
i’m a criminal
got no love from the household i’m out cold
in the streets give me muthafucking peace
i got nothing to lose
and something to prove
what do i do live thug life nigga stay true
i wonder when they kill me
is there a heaven for a real g
lord forgive me if you feel me
’cause all my life i was dirt broke
with no hope li’l skinny muthafucka wantin’ dough
i hated cutting suckers with my razor blade
but everyday it’s a struggle to get major paid
anyway it’s so hard on a nigga in this city
no pity and ain’t no love for the scrubs that be buyin’ time
if you could walk a mile in my shoes you’d be crazy too
with nothing to lose

chorus

outro
it was a what type nigga be a thug life nigga
we be the craziest...muthafucka!
you know!
it was a what type nigga be a thug life nigga
we be the craziest!

2pac’ın olağanüstü güzellikte bir şarkısı. "acaba cennette de varoşlar, gettolar var mı?" diye soruyor 2pac. bir isyan şarkısı. 1997 çıkışlı "r u still down" albümünün gaz parçalarından.

i was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit
talk much shit cause i never had shit
i could remember being whupped in class
and if i didn’t pass mama whupped my ass
was it my fault papa didn’t plan it out
broke out left me to be the man of the house
i couldn’t take it, had to make a profit
down the block, got a glock, and i clock grip
makin g’s was my mission
movin enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
why must i sock a fella, just to live large like rockefeller
first you didn’t give a fuck, but you’re learnin now
if you don’t respect the town then we’ll burn you down
god damn it’s a motherfuckin riot
black people only hate police so don’t try it
if you’re not from the town then don’t pass through
cause some o.g. fools might blast you
it ain’t right but it’s long overdue
we can’t have peace til the niggaz get a piece too
i want g’s so you label me a criminal
and if i die, i wonder if heaven got a ghetto

chorus

verse two: 2pac

here on earth, tell me what’s a black life worth
a bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
and even when you take the shit
move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shit
ask rodney, latasha, and many more
it’s been goin on for years, there’s plenty more
when they ask me, when will the violence cease?
when your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street
niggaz had enough time to make a difference
bear witness, own our own business
word to god cause it’s hard tryin to make ends meet
first we couldn’t afford shit now everything’s free
so we loot, please don’t shoot when you see
i’m takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me
now the tables have turned around
you didn’t listen, until the niggaz burne dit down
and now bush can’t stop the hit
predicted the shit, in 2pacalypse
and for once i was down with niggaz, felt good
in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah
and for the first time everybody let go
and the streets is death row, i wonder if heaven got a ghetto

chorus

verse three: 2pac

i see no changes, all i see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
we under i wonder what it take to make this
one better place, let’s erase the wait state
take the evil out the people they’ll be acting right
cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight
and only time we deal is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
and though it seems heaven-sent
we ain’t ready, to have a black president, huh
it ain’t a secret don’t conceal the fact
the penitentiary’s packed, and it’s filled with blacks
i wake up in the morning and i ask myself
is life worth living should i blast myself
i’m tired of being poor and even worse i’m black
my stomach hurts so i’m lookin for a purse to snatch
cops give a damn about a ne-gro
pull a trigger kill a nigger he’s a hero
mo’ nigga mo’ nigga mo’ niggaz
i’d rather be dead than a po’ nigga
let the lord judge the criminals
if i die, i wonder if heaven got a ghetto

chorus
just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate
(soldier in the house)
i wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4x to fade)

2pac’ın 1997’de çıkan "r u still down" isimli albümünde yer alan bir şarkısı.

power.. pow.. power...

guess who’s back? hahaha, here we go
it’s ninety-fo’, what’s next?

power.. enter my world

i guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for real niggaz
i swear these playa haters done got a taste of power
it ain’t all good in the hood
least not on my side, from where i stand
and the law? man, fuck the law!
niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continue to outsmart
the motherfuckin law, in every way
key word in ninety-four is ’down low’
gots to be struggling
i see how the rich got theirs
nigga i’m legit, shit
where do we go from here?
(who’s afraid, of the punk police?
to my niggaz run the streets, fuck peace) > repeat in background
heyyy niggaz, where your heart at?
see motherfuckers killin babies, killin mommas
killin kids, puttin this in they motherfuckin mark
now what type of mixed up trick would kill the future of our race
before he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire?
these crazy motherfuckers got toys with guns
jails for guns, but still, no god damn jobs
and they wonder why we loc’n up
where do we go from here?
where do we go?
*singers singing variations of ’where do we go from here’*
all you niggaz out there
the clouds shook, the world listened
we stood together in april of ninety-two
with duty, and a sense of honor
there is no limit to what we can achieve
that’s all on us... us...
not my niggaz, not the whites, not the enemies
or none of them motherfuckers, us
what can we do? shit
i declare a death sentence to all child molestors
fake-ass bitches, male and female
and all you punk-ass snitches
we can do without your asshole
let no man break, what we set
where do we go from here?

rest in peace, to cato, i miss you
all the other real g’s that passed away in ninety-three
in ninety-four, and more
what do we do? for us?

2pac’ın 1997 yılında çıkmış olan "r u still down" albümünde yer alan süper bir şarkı.

intro:

fuck 2pac that nigga ain’t shit
that nigga ain’t from muhfuckin’ new york
that nigga be out there with them cali niggas
yo nigga man fuck pac that nigga west coast
that fucker that always with them new york niggas
seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain’t from the west coast
man fuck pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain’t really down
rapin’ ass nigga i didn’t do it fuck it with that nigga
fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
and fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga

2pac (overlapping)
i’m in this muthafucka
i guess these muthafuckas tryin’ to take me out the business right
i guess i ain’t east coast enough for my niggas back in new york
and i ain’t west coast for these niggas on the west huh?
fuck e’rybody

heh heh heh...
thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the air
if you got jeep make ya speakers pop
i want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this one
we taking this one to the whole ’nother level gutter style thug style
you feel me, things that we can only do as a real g
we ain’t dead yet, feel me!!

verse 1

i got my hennessy find ya foes
in a room full of niggas tryin’ to hide ya hoes
i’m getting high off buddha
’cause the times be slow
i keep my mind on dough
you never find me broke
and who meee a nigga livin’ life like a g
in that artillery keepin’ niggas off of me
i can’t sleep living in these wicked times
peep, niggas after me ’cause they see i’m stacking g’s and heat
you can holler if you want to pleeease
i ain’t runnin’ with no punk crew beeee
enemies and my range is on
you’re in the danger zone
my fuckin’ game is strong, hotline
you suckas better find ya mind i got mine
from hustling and busting them rhymes
to my niggas up in quentin
down on riker’s isle stay rile
but a nigga gotta use his styles
these,

chorus

niggas don’t know my style
quick to smile juvenile
was a problem child
try to put me in the courts
but my force was wild
bitchmade ass niggas don’t know my style
these,
niggas don’t know my style
quick to smile juvenile
was a problem child
try to put me in the courts
but my force was wild
bitchmade ass niggas don’t know my style

verse 2

i could be wrong but i never got along with cops
it’s like they stuck
from making niggas duck from glocks all the time
my mind’s full of thoughts of ends
i’m still rolling my bucket but i bought me a benz (tadow)
my fake friends say they love me but i know they lie
cause in the dark see they hearts’ full of homicide
my mama cried when they took me off to jail
only me inside the cell
straight locked up in this hell
i hear some sucka screaming like the demon’s inside
will ’em away in the morning
only the strong survive
i cry but in my own way
swallow my pride pick a reason to hide
from all the niggas that die (rest in peace)
cemetary full of brothers i buried
it’s going down even now i wonder
will i still be around my hometown is the gutter
i was born a wild came up out this dust
with my heartless style
these,

chorus

verse 3

i remember uptown huh got to get to listenin’
to mr. magic cuttin’ up the hits
and even though i had habit makin’ words rhyme
i was caught up in the madness
juvenile thugs come on
i tell the whole story nothin’ but truth
halloween throwin’ eggs from the project roofs
and pete and lee young g’s
with a gift of gab and tryin’ to hook up with the hookers
who was quick to stab remember mama’s cooking
no school straight hookin’
and tryin’ to get with light skinned
cause she good looking
and jumpin’ over turnstiles ’cause we ain’t paying
call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch)
i’m prayin’ i can get a buck no luck
i had to move around a lot
’cause my moms was stuck
i had family but i was way too wild
had to move to the west to regain my style
these,

chorus ’til end with ad libs

2pac’ın 1997 çıkışlı "r u still down" albümünde yer alan manyak bir parçası.

major! hell motherfuckin yeah
this one goes out to my nigga mike coolin, hell yeah
mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin
heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen
on the scene watchin fiends buggin
kickin up dust with the older g’s
soakin up the game that was told to me
i ain’t never touched a gat that i couldn’t shoot, i learned
not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons
a young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin
i was ganked for sexin
elementary wasn’t meant for me, can’t regret it
i’m headed for the penitentiary, i’m cuttin class
and i’m buckin blastin, straight mashin
mobbin through the overpass laughin
while these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
they jealous of a nigga’s clout, tell me lord
can ya feel me? i keep my finger in the trigger
cause some nigga tried to kill me
and mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin paid
police on my pager, straight stressin
a fugitive my occupation is under question
wanted for investigation, and even though
i’m marked for death, i’ma spark til i lose my breath
motherfuckers, every time i see the paper
i see my picture, when a nigga’s gettin richer
they come to get ya, it’s like a motherfuckin trap
and they wonder why it’s hard bein black
dear lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh

chorus: stretch

mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
lord be my savior, unnh
(repeat 4x)
mama raised a hellrazor
[2pac] dear lord can ya feel me
stress gettin major, unnh
mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

tell me lord can ya feel me, show a sign
damn near running outta time, everybody’s dyin
mama raised a hellrazor, can’t figure
why you let the police beat down niggaz
i’m startin to think all the rich in the world is safe
while the po’ babies restin in the early graves
god come save the youth
ain’t nothin else to do but have faith in you
dear lord i live the life of a thug, hope you understand
forgive me for my mistakes, i gotta play my hand
and my hand’s on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
crooked cop killin glock, tell me lord
can ya feel me? show a way
i’m prayin but my enemies won’t go away
and everywhere i turn i see niggaz burn
every nigga that i know’s on death row
my younger homie’s seventeen and he paid a price
little young motherfucker doin triple life
though i tell him in his letters, it’s gettin better
if my nigga knew the truth he’d hit the roof
just heard ya baby’s mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
wanna break my loc out, smokin blunts
gettin drunk off that tanqueray gin
bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen
mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah
c’mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor
uhh, dear lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major
(lord be my savior, unnh)

chorus: stretch

mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
lord be my savior, unhh
(repeat 2x)
mama raised a hellrazor

2pac’ın 1997 çıkışlı "r u still down" albümünde yer alan parça.

"alright now, here we go"

verse one: 2pac

tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? i smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me
i’m out the gutter, pick a hero
i’m 165 and staying high til i die, my competion’s zero
cause i could give a fuck about you, better duck
or i’ll be forced to hit yo ass up i give a fuck
i’m sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
it’s gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
niggaz know i ain’t the one to sleep on, i’m under pressure
gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
word to god i’ve been ready to die since i was born
i don’t want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it’s on
open fire on my adversaries, don’t even worry
better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
it’s a man’s world, niggaz get played, another stray
hope i live to see another day, hey
i’m getting sweated by these undercovers, who can i trust?
got my mama stressin thinkin it’s a drug bust
gotta get paid but all the drama that’s attached
we living a drug life, thug life, each day could be my last
will i blast when it’s time to shoot? don’t even ask
that’s the consequences when ya livin, fast
six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, i gotta come up
and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
is it a bust? i hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire

"alright now, here we go"

verse two: 2pac

these motherfuckers on my ass i’m in traffic, will it be tragic?
i’m comin round the corner like i’m magic
doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
in a high speed chase with these punk bitches
don’t turn around i ain’t givin up, cause they don’t worry me
pussy ass bitches better bury me
runnin outta gas time to park it, i’m on foot
we in the hood, how the fuck they gon catch a crook? haha
i got away cause i’m clever
went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
i watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
i be a hustler til it’s over, motherfucker
open fire on you bustas

"alright now, here we go"

verse three: 2pac

don’t try to follow me, i’m headed outta state
i gotta pay my fuckin bills, so i’m transportin weight
change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin
droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
tell me who do you fear? i’m outta town until the coast is clear
enough dope to last a year
they got me running from the police, nowhere to go
with the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
but i ain’t goin alive, i’d rather die than be a convict
i’d rather fire on my target
i hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit!
them bitches right behind me
they take a shot and hit my fuckin tires
now, jump out the car then i open fire, sucka!

hahahaha, thug life!

2pac’ın, ölümünden 1 yıl sonra çıkan albümü. tracklist şöyle:

disc 1:

1. redemption
2. open fire
3. r u still down? (remember me)
4. hellrazor
5. thug style
6. where do we go from here- (interlude)
7. i wonder if heaven got a ghetto
8. nothing to lose
9. i m gettin money
10. lie to kick it
11. fuck all y all
12. let them thangs go
13. definition of a thug nigga

disc 2:

1. ready 4 whatever
2. when i get free
3. hold on be strong
4. i m losin it
5. fake ass bitches
6. do for love
7. enemies with me
8. nothin but love
9. 16 on death row
10. i wonder if heaven got a ghetto - (hip-hop version)
11. when i get free ii
12. black starry night- (interlude)
13. only fear of death

2pac’in 1997 çıkışlı "r u still down" albümündeki açılış şarkısı.

hahahahaha!
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
once again! hahaha!
once again! hahaha!
(thug life bitch)
[2pac] y’all can’t kill me!
(goin out like that)
hahahaha!
[2pac] y’all can’t kill me! *lower pitch*
[2pac] y’all can’t kill me! *lower pitch*
[2pac] open fire on you niggaz
(thug life bitch)
[2pac] y’all can’t kill me! hahahaha
(goin out like that)
once again! hahaha!
once again! hahaha!
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
[2pac] open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch*
[2pac] y’all can’t kill me! *lower pitch*
once again! hahaha!
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
[2pac] y’all can’t kill me!
once again! hahaha!
[2pac] open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch* (repeats in background)
once again! hahaha!
[2pac] y’all can’t kill me!

[2pac] y’all can’t kill me! hahahaha
[2pac] y’all can’t kill me! *lower pitch*
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)

(bkz: vurgun)

muazzez abacı’dan dinlediğimiz çok güzel bir şarkı. sözler cemal safi, beste selçuk tekay’a ait.

gözlerim uykuyla barıştı sanma
sen gittin gideli dargın sayılır
ben de bir zamanlar sevildim ama
seninki düpedüz vurgun sayılır

ne kadar zulmetsen ah etmem sana
her iki cihanda gül kana kana
seninle cehennem ödüldür bana
sensiz cennet bile sürgün sayılır

muazzez abaci sarkisi.
yalan mı söyledin göz göre göre
ne zaman dolacak verdiğin süre
gönülden gördüğüm takvime göre
aldığım her nefes bir gün sayılır

çok fazla kemal sunal filmi izleyen bünyenin yapabilmesi muhtemel eylem.

türkiye’nin ve dünyanın gelmiş geçmiş en iyi futbolcularından biri. eğer futbolu bir yaşam biçimi haline getirseydi, bugün barcelona’da, real madrid’de, manchester united’de ya da arsenal’de ve daha aklıma gelmeyen, avrupa’nın en kalburüstü takımlarında takım kaptanıydı. önümüzdeki sezon da takımda kalmasını umit ediyorum.

(bkz: sergen yalçın)

(bkz: sakız hanım ile mahur bey)

(bkz: indim havuz başına)

ibrahim tatlıses’in "ayağında kundura" plağında okuduğu urfa yöresine ait güzel bir türkü.

indim gülün bağına kız ben garibem
takıldım gül dalına seni de sevmişem
istedim vermediler kız ben garibem
kıyaram ben canıma seni de sevmişem

sinemde aşk ataşı vay ben garibem
oldum dertler yoldaşı seni de sevmişem
seni sevdim seveli kız ben garibem
akıtıram gözyaşı seni de sevmişem

evleri dört köşeli kız ben garibem
içi mermer döşeli seni de sevmişem
buzlar gibi eridim kız ben garibem
kız sevdana düşeli/ben bu aşka düşeli seni de sevmişem

ibrahim tatlıses’in müzik kariyerindeki en önemli şarkı. onun müzik kariyerine başlangıç vesilesi olan şarkıdır. derleyen ise mükim tahir’dir.

ayağında kundura
yar gelir dura dura
ölürem ben ölürem vay

genç ömrümü çürüttüm
göğsüme (sineme) vura vura
ölürem ben ölürem vay

ölürem ben ölürem
nere gitsen gelirem
ben bir garip çocuğam
arar seni buluram vay

çıktım kerpiç divara
el ettim eski yara
ölürem ben ölürem vay
eski yar şöyle dursun
can kurban (hayran) yeni yara
ölürem ben ölürem vay

ölürem ben ölürem
nere gitsen gelirem
ben bir garip çocuğam
arar seni buluram vay...