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4 Tha Hustlas – Ant Banks F/ Too $hort, 2Pac, MC Breed

Too $hort:

If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.

Chorus:

This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
Ohh, come on, come on

Too $hort:

I make money like a motherfucker
It ain’t no thang to me
$hort Dog in the house spittin game wit Breed
Ain’t no bust partner, that’s the thrid week
I’m going to pimp these hoes, they can’t work me
How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12?
The phone and TV ended with a green smell
I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down
$hort Dog, my shit is nation wide now
You can ask Breed or Pac it don’t stop
I ain’t bull shittin make a mill when I rock
Three players in the game and it’s a major
Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager
Today I’m on the westcoast
Tommorrow I’m in Texas
Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus
$horty drop the bass in the mix
You know what’s next beitch
I’m sure to get rich

*Chorus*

2Pac:

Haha
I’d be the thuggin ass outlaw
Til my fuckin casuct drops
Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops

This is for the hustlaaaaas

Believe me coming stapped with the gak
When you see me
Label me a threat to society, but I ain’t quitin
Thug life motherfucker ain’t no bull shittin
Born in these projects destined to fate
Collecting mail on these broke bitches
Slanging that game
Now shit done changed
It ain’t the the same
I ain’t lyin niggas are dyin
Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin
In the penatentary or in the cemetary
Gettin high no need to worry
Last year niggas knockin up the block and in between shots
Pumpin tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac
This year bringin you the fix
Including Ant Banks in the mix
We’re sure to get rich
Still I ride.

*Chorus*

MC Breed:

I’m a cold-hearted fool
I mean a fool at heart, head strong
and I won’t be headed home if he falls apart
Conatact niggas like a part time
When I ride the beat
Ain’t no way to hide from the darkside
Man of many mens till the very end
and blend in and change my iden
Just to mix up with the game
They know me by the Breed and they don’t know it’s my last name
It’s mind over matter
I don’t mind, you don’t matter
Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter
and we can have us a gak to gak talk
Do it old style and do a back to back walk
Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends
and we can put the bull shit to an end
I figure if he plays around he lays around
and he’s a motherfucker ?????? calls a corner when I’m around
Bodies are buried and found all around
and parish and charish and thoughts just to be true
Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya
So guard your girl and pickup your pistol
cause you can’t get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit
The shit won’t change as long as I’m alive
I gotta survive and keep it tight

*Chorus*

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16 On Death Row – 2Pac

Death Row
That’s where motherfuckers is endin up

Dear mama, I’m caught up in this sickness
I rob my adversaries, but Slick done left a witness
Wonder if they’ll catch me, or will this nigga snitch
Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich?
Don’t wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while I’m walkin, and talkin behind my back
I’m kind of schizophrenic, I’m in this shit to win it
Cause life’s a Wheel of, Fortune here’s my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now I’ma dive and pump your ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I’m nothin nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I’m sentenced to the pen
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
It’s trouble on my mind, I’m with the old timers
And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners

[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go…
Where they find me? 16 on Death Row

Dear mama, these cops don’t understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn’t hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I’m down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my set, is 16 is wet
It’s hard to adapt, when you’re black and you’re trapped in a livin Hell
I shouldn’ta let him catch me
Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate’s raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn
They made me an animal
Can’t sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals
And that’s how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row

[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go…
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today’s my final day, I’m countin every breath
I’m bitter cause I’m dyin, so much I haven’t seen
I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society that doesn’t give a shit
And they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher’s there for me
He’s a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me
He’s only here to be sure
I don’t drop a dime to God bout the crimes he’s commitin
on the poor, and how can these people judge me?
They ain’t my peers and in all these years, they ain’t never love me
I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
to keep a nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers
Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers
Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped, you’re better off gettin shot
I’m convinced self-defense is the way
Ple

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Unconditional Love – 2Pac

(What y’all want?)
Unconditional Love (no doubt)
Talking bout the stuff that don’t wear off
It don’t fade
It’ll last for all these crazy days
These crazy nights
Whether you wrong or you right
I’m a still love you
Still feel you
Still there for you
No matter what (hehe)
You will always be in my heart
With unconditional love

Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing
How many caskets can we witness
Before we see it’s hard to live
This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness
Ask mama why God deserved to die
Witness the tears falling free from my eyes
Before she could reply
Though we were born without a silver spoon
My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey)
One day I hope to make it
A player in this game
Mama don’t cry, long as we try
Maybe things change
Perhaps it’s just a fantasy
A life where we don’t need no welfare
Shit with our whole family
Maybe it’s me that caused it
The fighting and the hurting
In my room crying cause I didn’t want to be a burden
Watch mama open up her arms to hugging
And I ain’t worried bout a damn thang, with unconditionl love

[Chorus: 2x ]

In this game the lesson’s in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future’s still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

Just got the message you’ve been calling all week
Been out here hustling on these streets, ain’t had a chance to speak
But you know, with you and me it’s on G
We could never be enemies, cause you been such a good friend to me
Where would I be without my dogs
No wonder why when times get hard
Cause it ain’t easy being who we are
Driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions
So I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission
Is to be more than just a rap musician
The elevation of today’s generation
If could make ’em listen
Prison ain’t what we need, no longer stuck in greed
Time to play and strategize, my family’s gotta eat
When we make somethin out of nothing
No pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good
If they could cut out all the busting
The liquor and the weed the cussing
Sending love out to my block
The struggle never stops (unconditional love)

[Chorus]

I’ll probably never understand ya ways
With everyday I swear I hear ya
Trying to change your ways while gettin paid at the same time
Just had a baby with the same eyes
Something inside, please let me die these are strange times
How come I never made it
Maybe it’s the way the played it in my heart
I knew one day I gotta be a star
My hopes and all my wishes
So many vivid pictures, and all the currency
I’ll never even get to see
This fast life soon shatter us
Cause after all the lights and screams
Nothing but my dreams matter
Hoping for better days
Maybe a peaceful night, baby don’t cry
Cause everythang gonna be alright
Just lay your head on my shoulder
Don’t worry bout a thang baby
Girl I’m a soldier (huh)
Never treated me bad, no matter who I was
You still came with that, unconditional love

[Chorus 3x until fade]

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Pain – 2Pac

[voice sample from Star Trek V]
I couln’t help but notice your pain
[My pain?]
It runs deep
Share it with me!

They’ll never take me alive
i’m gettin’ high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas
Time ta die
Even as a youngster
causin’ ruckis on tha back of the bus
i was a fool all through high school
kickin’ up dust
but now i’m labled as a trouble maker
who can you blame ?
smokin’ weed helped me take away the pain
so i’m hopeless
rollin’ down the freeway swervin’
don’t worry
i’m about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
maybe if they tried to understand me
what should i do ?
i had to feed my fuckin’ family
what else could i do
but be a thug
out slangin’ with the homies
fuck hangin’ with them phonies in the club
got my mind on danger
never been a stranger ta homicide
my cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
why do we die at an early age
he was so young
but still a victom of the 12 guage
my memories of a corpse
mind full of sick thoughts
and i ain’t goin back to court
so fuck what you thought
im drinkin’ hennessey
runnin from my enemies
will i live to be 23
there’s so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhhh….
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain
Ohhhh….
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain

years and years of that rough life
runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife
and livin trifed on the regular
bokin out competitors
see them take a move and take them down like a fuckin preditor
get in trouble everyday in school
act a fool
and you know i had to break every rule
showin off for the bitches cause i had the mad rep
so i had to watch my back when it was time to step
[????] with love for me
pop, pop, pop
and send a chuckle up above for me
and yo come and seek ?? but i didnt cry
broke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke
and now i’m tha one that’s lookin lovely
pop the drop top and all tha bitches want ta rub me
kick’em the game
it’s all the same
i kick it back yo
give’em slack yo
and now they lable me tha mack yo
people check it
get disrespected if you front tha the birdman
you heard man
catch a couple shots from tha glock in my hand
Damn!
release some realistic with my biscuit
you know you get your ass twisted so run for cover
me and my man got a plan kickin’ major dust
so if your on nigga look for the guage to bust
a lot of pressure with the street fame
it’s a deep game
and my mama always cryin’
yo there’s so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhhh…
Ohhhh…

They got me mobbin like i’m
loc’ed and ready to get my slug on
i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin’ gloves on
i ain’t scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
trust
i got my glock cocked ready if they press me
bust some motherfuckers with a PASSION
better duck cause i ain’t lookin when i’m BLASTIN
i’m a nut and drinkin hennessey
and gettin’ high
on tha lookout for my enemies
don’t wanna die
tell me why
cause this stress is gettin’ major
a buck fist across my face with my razor
what can i do but be a thug until i’m dead and gone
keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong
these sorry bastards
want to kill me in my sleep but will they can i see
and everyday it just a struggle
steady thuggin’ in the streets
and i’ll be ballin’ loc
don’t let’em make you worry
keep swingin’ at these suckas till you buried
i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,
with a motha on drugs
i’m kickin dust up
ready ta bust
i’m on the scene steady muggin’ mean
until they kill me
i’ll be livin this life
i know you feel me
there’s so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhh…
T

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Pac’s Theme – 2Pac

PAC’S THEME
~Statements variously said throughout song.~

I was raised in this society so there’s no way
you can expect me to be a perfect person cuz I’m a do what I’m a do.
(I am still thirsty) – Arrested Development
(There is absolutly no reason for a record like this to be published.
It has no place in our society.) – Dan Quayle
(They gotta understand me)
(Withdraw on this record) – Dan Quayle
That’s how I feel I’m a do whatever I like. I am not a role model

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I Aint Mad At Cha – 2Pac

Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y’all niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I’m wit cha, I ain’t mad at cha
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain’t talk to in a while
I’ma send this one out for y’all, knahmean?
Cause I ain’t mad at cha
Heard y’all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I ain’t…
Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] …mad at cha
Cause I ain’t mad at cha

Verse One: 2Pac

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn’t quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don’t wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he’s a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I’m livin large you tell me it’s trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that’s no bullshitin
I know we grew apart, you probably don’t remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we’d BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit’s changed, and we don’t even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain’t even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it’s time for roll you got a brother’s back
And I can’t even trip, cause I’m just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain’t mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain’t mad at cha)

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain’t, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain’t mad at cha)
I ain’t, mad, at cha

Verse Two: 2Pac

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn’t
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I’m gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn’t nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that you’d wait
Don’t give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I’ll return but I gotta fight the fate’s arrived
Don’t shed a tear, cause Mama I ain’t happy here
I’m through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin mad, I’m knockin busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin, “Hell, I know one day I’ll be back”
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I’ll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I’m just laughin at cha
Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain’t mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain’t, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain’t mad at cha)
I ain’t, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain’t mad at cha)

Verse Three: 2Pac

Well guess who’s movin up, this nigga’s ballin now
Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He’s Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Ge

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Gangsta Team – South Central Cartel F/ Spice, 2Pac, Ice T, MC Eiht

[Havoc-]
Yo Russell Simmons
This is your commander in chief of your West Coast operations
Havoc the Mouthpiece
My orders are to assemble a team
of 6 of the West Coast’s dopest rappers
I have chosen Prodigy, Havoc the Rhyme Son, Spice motherfuckin 1
2Pac, Eiht from Compton’s Most Wanted, and Ice-T
so let the gangsta team begin

[Havoc-]
Gnaw on a dick motherfucker cuz i’m a rip a gangsta skit
and blow your motherfuckin ass into anincrement
I rip em vertical diagonal i mean fucked up
show that ass and I’m a physically tear it up
another G witha glock givin a fuck about a cop
I do my talkin with a 12-gauge buckshot
like Spice 1 I’m just a giggity-giggity gangsta
and keepin a motherfuckin slug up in the chamber
+I Don’t Give a Fuck+ like 2Pac
I get a fuckin thrill when I see a cop drop
Squeeze yo motherfuckin neck and snatch your head off your shoulders
Peel ya cap read your brain like the devil boy I told ya
Make a move for your gat and I’ma split your fuckin back
6 ways with a mack Havoc’s in a mood to put a dick in the dirt
Jeffrey Dahmer gets no love cuz I’m the murder 1 expert
You couldn’t deal with the real shit so you got ass whipped
Fuckin with a lunatic bitch West Coast on a wreck
So motherfuck the mainstream you tuned in to the gangsta team

[Prodigee-]
I broke it down for the gangsta flex
snappin necks as I wreck from the gangsta teks
You gets no love you get a 9 in your asshole
droppin it in the back the fuckin niggas with a damn pole
and that nigga Prod he’s a gangsta i know the game bro
And I could be a fuckin murderer the hot shells melt yo ass G
And the Tales From the Crypt grabs yo ass like a movie
You got fucked up nigga when you fucked up
The brain splat on the floor like some damn nuts
West Coast they hoo-ride on your ass if you fast
you will still get mortified members only mutha fuck the phony
I give your ass the blues like Tony Toni Tone
Regulate in the 9-tre nigga this is payday
Comin from the mists with an A-K
O.G. stand no G. nigga from the S.C.
with a glock in my hood it don’t stop til a nigga drop
i don’t drop but I bust hot slugs from a drop top

Yeah Rhyme Son and Prodigee
That’s the way to show motherfuckers
how the gangsta team is runnin shit
Now it’s time for the rest of you motherfuckin gangstas
to show em how we livin

[2Pac-]
Now i’m losin it cuz my brother died
lookin down the barrel of a 9 from the other side
never really did read coppers from the episode
finger on the motherfuckin tek ready to let it go boom
now these devils really fear me
I told ya last year nigga holla if ya hear me
and one-time can’t fuck with my 4-5
do or die stay high til I motherfuckin die
cop-killas killin cops much props you gets love
from the motherfuckin thug niggas on the block
swingin hard as a motherfuckin barbell
Doin it for my niggas in the S.C. Cartel
run up on me nigga and I’m blastin ya you
Can’t fuck with the West Coast massacre

[Ice T-]
Check check microphone check who’s next
the Cartel’s in the house breakin fools necks
and I’m the motherfuckin cop killa
now on y’all when I used to pimp them hoes they called me Ice Gorilla
Motherfucker it’s on and you should’ve known
I don’t give a fuck about ya from word say yo
I don’t give a fuck about much no more
You might catch Ice robbin liquor stores
before I stop checkin a bank packin a shank
Oeelin back busters to maintain my street rank
Down with the Cartel and 2Pac the pigs
want a nigga with a scope on a rooftop
Punk motherfuck em they better duck em
when I’m out to kill I’m quick to buck buck em
bailin with the Eiht from C.M.W. my nigga Spice 1
is causin trouble too yeah so how you wanna fight
we can either straigh