Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 01 - Troublesome '96

Tupac Shakur
TROUBLESOME '96


[CHORUS]
Tra la la la la la, all ya niggas die [repeatedly]
Troublesome niggas, outlaw, put it down to the fullest
spittin' rhymes and bullets, haha
We troublesome, y'all know what time it is
call the punk police, they can't stop us
niggas run the streets

Troublesome nigga
[while CHORUS plays]
Troublesome 19-mothafuckin-96 (westside)
Let it be known nigga
Boss of all bosses, Makaveli

Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
Making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man in this wicked land
underhanded hits are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
[version 1] Undercover agents die by the random shots
[version 2] Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
Got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eater
What could they do to me that little brat
Shit them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their ass
How can I show you how I feel inside
We outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone
'Cause they fear me in physical form let it be known
I'm troublesome

[CHORUS]
Tra la la la la la, all ya niggas die [repeatedly]
Troublesome niggas, outlaw, put it down to the fullest
spittin' rhymes and bullets, haha
We troublesome, y'all know what time it is
call the punk police, they can't stop us
niggas run the streets

Trouble shit
Gutter ways my mentality is ghetto
We're guerrillas in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do
We came for murder, pullin' up in a herse
Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck
All y'all niggas in Swahili
Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
Release me to care of my heartless strap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche
A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys
Murder my foes, can't control my nine
Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please
Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee
Picture me letting this chump survive
Redin' up on his ass when I'm doped and died
Cause I'm troublesome

[CHORUS]
Young, strapped, and I dont give a fuck, I'm hopeless
I live a thug life, losing my focus, baby
I'm troublesome, haha Bad boy killer, there is no one real-er
What you saw was the rough, rugged, and raw
Outlaw.. outlaw..

Murder, murder my mind states
shit ain't change since my last rhyme
The crime rate ain't decline
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind
Like 25 to life never crossed their mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang
Sent a lot of flowers, but how can I cry?
Try to warn a little nigga either stop or die
Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies and family times
God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die
Either take me in heaven and understand I was a G
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life
Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life
I'm troublesome

[CHORUS]
In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me
Haha I'm troublesome and I don't give a fuck
I'm troublesome
Like my nigga Napoleon said, nigga
somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit
Haha I'm troublesome
You know what time it is, the Outlaw click
Young, rugged, and sick
Makaveli the Don, the boss of all bosses
Mussolini , E.D.I. Mean , Hussein Fatal
Gadhafi , Castro , Napoleon
We ain't fuckin' around
We troublesome
Hey yo, we troublesome.
I aint going back.
Haha, Young Castro , the first to blast last one to dash
going for the hoes and the cash
Fuck you niggas
Outlawz
Gadhafi , trump tight never sloppy
them mothafuckas try to copy
but they cant mock you nigga, you too strong
Outlawz keep it going on, you know what's up
Outlawz
Outlawz
Outlawz
Outlawz
This is dedicated to the real niggas
all the real troublesome souljas on the streets

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 02 - Brenda's Got a Baby

Tupac Shakur
BRENDA'S GOT A BABY


Brenda's got a baby
Brenda's got a baby

I hear Brenda's got a baby
But, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
The girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not our problem, that's up to Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya
how it affects the whole community
Now Brenda really never knew
her moms and her dad was a
junkie
Went in death to his arms, it's sad
'Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just 'cause you're in the ghetto
doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin
now let's watch the joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy.. from her family
Who didn't really care to see.. or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when the check came, they got first dibs
Now Brenda's belly is gettin' bigger
But no one seems to notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with the molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with the two of them are together,
whatever
He left her and she had the baby solo, she had it on the
bathroom floor
And didn't know so
she didn't know what to throw away and
what to keep
She wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear the cries
She didn't realize
How much the the little baby had her eyes
Now the baby's in the trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her calling
Brenda wants to run away
Momma say,
"You makin' me lose pay, the social worker's here
everyday"
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried to sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothing left to sell
So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell
It's paying the rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name
She's got a baby

Baby

Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a baby?

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 03 - I Ain't Mad at Cha [ featuring Danny Boy ]

Tupac Shakur
I AIN'T MAD AT CHA
[ featuring Danny Boy ]

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 with cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'mma 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

- 2Pac -
Now we was once two niggas 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 bullshittin'
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 - 2Pac -
I ain't.. mad.. at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't.. mad.. at cha

- 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 blitz-ed and I reminisce 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 separated, 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 you's a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

[CHORUS]
- Danny Boy - 2Pac -
I ain't.. mad.. at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't.. mad.. at cha
(A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

- 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 nothin' to lots, ten carrots 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
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it
to the better days
'Cause crime pays, and in time
you'll find a rhyme 'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Till God return me to my essence
'Cause even as a adolescents
I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

[CHORUS]
- Danny Boy - 2Pac -
I ain't.. mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)
I.. ain't mad (hell nah, I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't.. mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't.. mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't.. mad at cha.. no..
I ain't mad at cha..

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 04 - I Get Around [ featuring Digital Underground ]

Tupac Shakur
I GET AROUND
[ featuring Digital Underground ]


Aw yeah, I get around
Still clown with the Underground , when we come around
Stronger than ever

- 2Pac -
Back to get wreck
All respect to those who break their neck
to keep their hoes in check
'Cause oh they sweat a brother majorly
And I don't know why, your girl keeps paging me
She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me
And every time she sees me, she squeeze me
Lady take it easy!
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me
I don't want it if it's that easy
Ay yo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy
You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got fatter
Now everybody's looking for the latter
And ain't no need in being greedy
If you wanna see me
dial the beeper number baby when you need me
And I'll be there in a jiffy
Don't be picky, just be happy with this quickie
But when you learn, you can't tie me down
Baby doll, check it out, I get around

What you mean you don't know? I get around
The Underground just don't stop for hoes, I get around
Still down with the Underground, I get around
Yeah, ay yo Shock, let them hoes know

- Shock G -
Now you can tell from my everyday fits, I ain't rich
So cease and desist with them tricks (tricks)
I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (mix)
Trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents (A dime and a nickel)
Just 'cause I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets
Baby I can see, that you don't recognize me
I'm Shock G , the one who put the satin on your panties
Never knew a hooker that could share me, I get around

- Money-B -
What's up love, how you doing? (All right)
Well I've been hanging sanging, trying to do my thang
Oh, you heard that I was banging
Your home girl you went to school with, that's cool
But did she tell you about her sister and your cousin?
Thought I wasn't
See, weekends were made for Michelob
But it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo
And don't mistake my statement for a clown
We can keep in the down low long as you know
that I get around

- 2Pac -
2Pacalypse Now don't stop for hoes, I get around
Why I ain't call you? Ha ha, please

Finger tips on the hips as I dip
gotta get a tight grip, don't slip
Loose lips sink ships, it's a trip
I love the way she licks her lips, see me jocking
Put a little twist in her hips cause I'm watching
Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn
Now we all alone, why the lights on?
Turn 'em off, time to set it off, get you wet and soft
Something's on your mind, let it off
You don't know me, you just met me, you won't let me
Well if I couldn't have it (silly rabbit) why you sweating me?
It's a lot of real G's doing time
'Cause a groupy bit the truth and told a lie
You picked the wrong guy baby if you're too fly
You need to hit the door, search for a new guy
'Cause I only got one night in town
Break out or be clown, baby doll are you down?
I get around

- Shock G -
[8x]
'Round and 'round, 'round we go

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 05 - Changes [ featuring Talent ]

Tupac Shakur
CHANGES
[ featuring Talent ]


Come on, come on
I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' 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 negro
Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids, who the hell cares?
One less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothers
Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other
"It's time to fight back" that's what Huey said
Two shots in the dark now Huey 's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is

[BRIDGE w/ changing ad libs] x2
Come on, come on
That's just the way it is
Things 'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aw yeah

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under, I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready to see a black President, uh
It ain't a secret, don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid, " I gotta get paid"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

[BRIDGE]
Come on, come on
That's just the way it is
Things 'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aw yeah

We gotta make a change
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive


And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace?
It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
So the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the facts, givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up
crack you up and pimp-smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush, I bust this
That's the sound of my tool, you say it ain't cool
My mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
and I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
Some punk that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uh

[BRIDGE till fade]
Come on, come on
That's just the way it is
Things 'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aw yeah

Some things will never change

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 06 - California Love [ Original Version featuring Dr. Dre & Roger Troutman ]

Tupac Shakur
CALIFORNIA LOVE
[ Original Version featuring Dr. Dre & Roger Troutman ]


California love!

- Roger Troutman -
California.. knows how to party
California.. knows how to party
In the city of LA
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin'! We keep it rockin'!

- 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 the Bay
Your city is the bomb if your city makin' pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin' it down for
California

- Roger Troutman -
California.. knows how to party
California.. knows how to party
In the city of LA
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin'! We keep it rockin'!

- Dr. Dre - Yeah, now make it shake! come on!

- Roger Troutman -
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

- 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
and it's all ball
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In LA 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 Rosecrans
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 LA
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!

- Roger Troutman -
California.. knows how to party
California.. knows how to party
In the city of LA
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin'! We keep it rockin'!

- Dr. Dre - Yeah, yeah, now make it shake, uh

[2x]
- Roger Troutman -
Shake, shake it baby
Shake, shake it
Shake, shake it mama, shake it Cali
(Shake it Cali)
Shake, shake it baby
(Shake it Cali)
Shake, shake it
Shake, shake it mama
(West Coast)
Shake it Cali

- Dr. Dre - 2Pac -
Uh, yeah, uh, Long Beach in the house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definitely in the house hahaha
Frisko , Frisko
Hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadena, where you at?
Yeah, Inglewood , Inglewood always up to no good
Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece baby
Sacramento , Sacramento where ya at? yeah

- 2Pac -
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 the best side

- Dr. Dre -
Yeah, that's right
West Coast , West Coast
Uh, California Love
California Love

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 07 - Picture Me Rollin [ featuring Danny Boy - CPO - Big Syke ]

Tupac Shakur
PICTURE ME ROLLIN
[ featuring Danny Boy - CPO - Big Syke ]


- 2Pac -
Yeah, clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)
(Hahahahaha) Yeah
(Hehehehe) Why niggaslook mad? (Is that right?)
Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!
Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!
Hoe bustas

Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin'
Know there's dope bein sold, but I ain't the one sellin'!
Don't want to be another number
I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under
The federales wanna see me dead
niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it's so hard to be positive
when niggas shootin' at your crib
Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways
to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin'
Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen
My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone
I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone
My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my hands is swollen
thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin', picture me rollin'

Can you see me now? Heheheh
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture
Can you see it? Hahah
Picture me rollin'
Yeah nigga!
Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you
Guess who's back?

- Big Syke -
I got kis, comin from overseas
Cost a nigga two hundred Gs
I'm a street commando, Nino for example
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle
So I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss playa
Thug, branded to be a women layer
So may playa haters, imitaters steady swangin'
Make me wanna start back bangin'
So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed
Packin forty glocks , contain 'em or rearrange
All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies
While I'm sippin' on Remy
in front of black Lexus , Chevy 's on the roam
Ninety-six big body, sittin' on chrome
As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on
You can admire, but don't look too long
I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pocket's bulgin'
It's hard to imagine,vpicture me rollin!

- Danny Boy -
Picture, picture me, picture me rollin'
Rollin', picture me rollin'
Wheelin', picture me rollin' in
Picture me yea yeah

- CPO -
Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper
'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper
My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?
So I needs to hit a lick, drastically
I see some baldin'-ass niggas and they slippin' in my spot
And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)
Checkin' in the park, Pac

- 2Pac -
We caught 'em sleepin', he didn't peep you niggas creepin'?
This how we do it every weekend
I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit
CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it
I get the liquor, and you could get the females
This crooked shit that we inflictin' gettin' street sales

- CPO -
Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my Nine
I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine
Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen
Boss Hog and this Pac nigga, picture us rollin'

[Repeatedly]
- Danny Boy -
Rollin'
Picture me rol-hoe-lin'
Picture me, picture me rollin'

- 2Pac -
Heheheheheheh
Is y'all ready for me?
Picture me rollin' roll call
You know there's some mo'fuckers out there
I just could not forget about
I wanna make sure they can see me
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities
All you bitch ass C.O.'s
Can you niggas see me from there?
Ballin' on y'all punk ass, ahahahah!
Picture me rollin', baby
Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks
I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on
Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot! The D.A.
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the hoe see me from here?
Can you see me, hoe?
Picture me rollin'
And all you punk police, can you see me?
Am I clear to you?
Picture me rollin' nigga, legit
Free like O.J. all day
You can't stop me
You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker
Manute , Pain , Syke , ... , Mopreme , ...
Can you picture us rollin'?
Can you see me hoe? Hehehe
Is y'all ready for me? .. We up out this bitch
Any time y'all wanna see me again
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
and picture me rollin'

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 08 - How Long Will They Mourn Me [ with Thug Life featuring Nate Dogg ]

Tupac Shakur
HOW LONG WILL THEY MOURN ME
[ with Thug Life featuring Nate Dogg ]


How long will they mourn me
Yeah! This for my nigga Kato
It's still on nigga
Thug Life , Thugs for life
Haha yeah, how long will they mourn me
Yeah nigga
2Pac in this muthafucka

- 2Pac -
All my homies drinking liquor
Tears in everybody's eyes
Niggas cried to mourn a homie's homicide
But I can't cry
instead I'm just a shoulder
Damn, why they take another soldier
I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry
I'll get them suckas back before your buried (shit)
Retaliate and pull a 187
do real niggas get to go to heaven ?
How long will they mourn me, bury me a mothafuckin G
Bitch don't wanna die
then don't fuck with me
It's kinda hard to be optimistic
When your homie's lying dead on the pavement twisted
Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends
But I'm losing all my mothafuckin friends (damn)
They should've shot me when I was born
Now I'm trapped in the mothafuckin' storm
How long will they mourn me ?

[CHORUS]
I wish it would have been another
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Got them niggas all dead and shit)
How long will they mourn me
I wish it would have been another
( Nate Dogg )
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke )

- Big Syke -
How long will they mourn me
Every mothafuckin' day homie
You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me
From my heart to the trigga you my fuckin' nigga
And things won't be the same without ya nigga
I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack
And goin' half on a mothafuckin' hundred sack
Smokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin'
Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'
Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ?
So confused not knowing which way to go
I'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time
I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind
So day after day
ride after ride
We'll hook up on the other side
Watch over your family and your newborn
Till we meet again homie
How long will they mourn me ?

[CHORUS]
I wish it would have been another
(Yo Kato )
How long will they mourn me
(It's still on nigga)
How long will they mourn my brother
How long will they mourn me
I wish it would have been another
(Yeah)
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
( Rated R , Double Jeopardy , Mack 10 )

- Rated R -
Damn a nigga tired of feeling sad
I'm tired of putting in work
I'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth
I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt
And my peoples 'll be mournin'
When they get a call from the coroner
All niggas can say is that's fucked up
And get tossed up
Reminiscing how we grew up (my nigga)
Rest and love to my nigga Kato
See you in the crossroads real soon
For now let me pour out some brew
I'll be always thinkin' of ya homie
Rest in peace
How long will they mourn me ?

Ya know life's a fuckin' trip
And everybody gotta go
But why the fuck it have to be my nigga Kato
Another nigga fell victim to the chrome
It's enough to make you crazy
It's fuckin' with my dome
Ya only live once on this earth
A nigga had it bad, since the day of my mothafuckin' birth
But niggas say they down and they always be my homie
But when a nigga gone
How long will ya mourn me ?

[CHORUS]
Yeah!
I wish it would have been another
(Mack 10 in this muthafucka)
Yeah, how long will ya mourn me
How long will ya mourn my bother
(Thug Life boy, Nate blowin' that shit,
Nate Dogg do that shit nigga)
I wish it would have been another
Yeah! How long will ya mourn me
How long will ya mourn my brother
(This for my nigga Kato and all his kids)
How long will ya mourn me
I wish it would have been another
How long will ya mourn my brother?

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 09 - Toss It Up [ featuring K-Ci & JoJo - Danny Boy - Aaron Hall ]

Tupac Shakur
TOSS IT UP
[ featuring K-Ci & JoJo - Danny Boy - Aaron Hall ]

The money behind the dreams
My right hand
My other capo in this big motherfucking war we got
That other capo in this big conglomerate called Death Row
Snoop motherfucking Dogg , the Doggfather
And who we hear coming through right now
Makaveli the Don
Feel this, Killuminati
(toss it up)

- 2Pac -
Lord have mercy, Father help us all
Since you supplied your phone number
I can't help but call
Time for action, conversatin', we relaxin', kickin' back
Got ya curious for thug passion, now picture that
Tongue kissin', hand full of hair, look in my eyes
Time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise
Me and you.. movin' in the nude, do it in the living room
Sweating up the sheets, it's the thug in me
I mean no disrespectin' when I tongue kiss your neck
I go a long way to get you wet, what you expect
Late night, hit the highway, drop the top
I pull over, gettin' busy in the parking lot
And don't you love it how I lick your hips and glide
Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside
Got ya lost in the love song, stuck in the lust
I got the bedroom shaking
Back breakin'.. when we tossin' it up

- Danny Boy -
Goodness baby, I like the way it's going down
When nobodies around, slip slide ride
Giving me that nice smile
Female I like, what I wanna get all night
You and me alone...everybody's gone
Toss it up, baby let's get it ah-ah-on

- JoJo -
I like the way you please me, baby
The sexy way you tease me, sugar
The way you move your body
Really drives me crazy
Your body's hypnotizing
Your smile is so exciting
So baby come on home with me
I like the way you give it to me

[CHORUS]
- K-Ci - JoJo -
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up
Said I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up
Said I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up

Play on, playa, playa, play on
Play on, playa, playa, play on
Play on, playa, playa, play on
Play on, playa, playa, play on

- K-Ci -
Oh, it's KCi baby
Mm, that wantcha lady
Oh don't act so shady
Baby your taste is fine as gravy
The way you move that thang
You make me wanna sang
Girl you make my bells ring
Make them go jing-a-ling

- Aaron Hall -
Pass it here and hit it again
Don't want it to ever end
It's feelin' too good
Give me some more
Lady Lady

Your body's the kind i like-a
Big booty to the lung delight-a
Back it up girl, let me in-uh
Toss it up on in-n-n-n

[CHORUS]
- Aaron Hall - K-Ci - JoJo -
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up
Like the way you give it to me
So won't you play on

- 2Pac -
Do you want me?
What's your phone number, I get around
Cali love to my true thugs, picture me now
Still down for that Death Row sound
Searchin' for pay days
No longer Dre day , Arrivederci
Blown and forgotten, rotten' for plottin' child's play
Check your sexuality , it's fruity as this alize
Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move
Cross Death Row , now who you gonna run to?
Like those other suckers 'cause you similar
Pretending to be hard, oh my god, check your temperature
Screamin' Compton but you can't return
You ain't heard?
Brothas pissed cause you switched and escaped to the burbs
Mob on to this new era, cause we untouchable
Still can't believe that you got Pac rushin' you, uppin' you
Bless the real, all the rest get killed
Who can you trust? Only time reveals
Toss it up

Toss it up (yeah no doubt)

Play on player, play on

How can some non-players do a song about tossing it up?
Do a player song?
How can non-players do that?
(You better check the weight scale..
you are not Lil' Kim , you fat little trick)
[dissing Queen Pen - label mates with Blackstreet/Teddy Riley]

Teddy Riley
Who?
Puffy
I read your little interview boy
You still ain't touching us
With all that peace talk
I don't care if you kiss me ass from here to across the street boy
It's on, it's on

Yeah we took your beat
Y'all know who's beat we took
Yeah we took your beat
'Cause you wasn't rocking it right
I'm tired of suckers rocking beats that don't belong..
It's ours right now
This' our beat
Tossing it up

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 10 - Dear Mama

Tupac Shakur
DEAR MAMA


You are appreciated

When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years-old, kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time
I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school and scared to go home
I was a fool
With the big boys, breakin' all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddies, the same drama
When things went wrong, we'd blame mama
I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary
(Hey!) I see the penitentiary one day
And runnin' from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[CHORUS]
Lady..
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?

Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy
'cause the coward wasn'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 was lookin' for a father, he was gone
I hung around with the thugs
and even though they sold drugs
they showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin'
I needed money of my own so I started slangin'
I ain't guilty 'cause even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox
I love payin' rent when the rent's due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
'Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin' home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin' with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[CHORUS]
Lady..
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
and dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?

Pour out some liquor and I reminisce
'cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act crazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night
there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[CHORUS]
Lady..
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
and dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?

Sweet lady
and dear mama

Dear mama
Lady

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 11 - All About U [ featuring Nate Dogg - Top Dogg - Outlawz ]

Tupac Shakur
ALL ABOUT U
[ featuring Nate Dogg - Top Dogg - Outlawz ]


- 2Pac - Ah yeah
- Dru Down - Yeuh!
- 2Pac - It's all about you, one time!
- Dru Down - I'mma say it's all about you baby, yeah
- 2Pac - Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you
It's all about you
- Dru Down - This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac
You know what I'm sayin'?
- 2Pac - It's all about you
- Dru Down - Yeah I'm gonna say it's all about you
but you know I'm lyin' though, hah! Yeuh

- 2Pac -
You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light
but how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
Thinkin' I had her but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin' with the wrong one, uh!
Wise decisions, based on lies we livin'
Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
You could be rollin' with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin' for some love
In every club, I see you starin' like you want it
Well baby if you got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin' these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla but you tell me you taken
Sayin' you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin'
Guess it's true what they tellin' me
Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity
So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you wit it
Fantasies of us sweatin', can I hit it? (Hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do, but still true
What I'm sayin' Boo, is this is all about you

- Nate Dogg -
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
(Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!)
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

- 2Pac -
I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know
I'll have you hollerin' my name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out
with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggas
cause we comin' from the same place
Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care
Creep though, weed smoke's into the air
Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes
waitin' for niggas at the end, of every show
I just seen you in my friend's video
Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through..
It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga!
It's all about you!

- Nate Dogg -
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

- Outlawz -
Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?
It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think it's all about you? Well Boo
I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggas, too

You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll
Straight in control, flows 'll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy go in next
Gold diggin', cold diggin' a gold Rolex

I slide in easily, try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin' me
Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya
At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia

- Nate Dogg -
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

- Snoop Dogg -
I'm tellin ya, it's the same ol' shit
I mean.. god damn, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm sittin back, watchin' Montell Jordan video
I see the same bitch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video
Then I flip the channel
I'm checkin' out my homeboy Tupac video
I see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin?
And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' fucked up
I'm watchin' a Million Man March
And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March
that was in, the homeboy Warren G video!
I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go
I see the same hoe
Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real
Yeah

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 12 - To Live & Die in L.A. [ featuring Val Young ]

Tupac Shakur
TO LIVE & DIE IN LA
[ featuring Val Young ]


- Dominique - Street Science, you're on the air
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?
- Man - I love Tupac's new record
- Dominique - Right, but don't you feel like that creates
a tension between East and West ?
He's talking about killing people
I had sex with your wife and not in those words
but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased

- 2Pac -
No doubt... to live and die in LA
California -- what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun
and everybody got love

- 2Pac -
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasing
Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted about it
Nigga got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on him
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessing, plea bargain ain't an option now,
So I'm stressing, cost me more to be free than a life in the pen
Making money off of cuss words, writing again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset liking the scene
What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing

[CHORUS] x2
- Val Young -
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see

- 2Pac -
It's the City of Angels and constant danger
South Central LA, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry
'cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now
Living life Thug style, so I can't smile
Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinking Cali just fun and bitches, ha ha ha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggas copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
'cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight amongst each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
To live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[CHORUS] x2
- Val Young -
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see

- 2Pac -
'cause would it be LA without Mexicans?
Black love, brown pride, and the sets again
Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way
Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood
But recognize and it's all good, where the weed at?
Niggas getting shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker perved out, M.O.B.
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggas with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it pay
Getting high watching time fly, to live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[CHORUS] x2
- Val Young -
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see

- 2Pac -
This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumping my shit
Making my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, he he
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherfuckers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all you all motherfuckers
LA , California Love part motherfucking Two
Without gay ass Dre

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 13 - Heartz of Men

Tupac Shakur
HEARTZ OF MEN


Ah, Suge , what I tell you nigga?
When I come out of jail what was I gonna do?
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right?
Watch this.. hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga
The binoculars

Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga, time to ride
Grab your bulletproof vest nigga
'cause its gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas
what it's like on this side, the real side
Now on this ride there's gonna be some real mothafuckas
and there's gonna be some pussies
Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The pussies are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize
'cause the ride get tricky
See you got some niggas on your side
that say they're your friends
But in real life they your enemies
And then you got some mothafuckas
that say they your enemies
But in real life they eyes is on your money
See the enemies will say they true
But in real life those niggas will be the snitches
It's a dirty game y'all
Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with
and who you don't fuck with
'Cause the shit get wild y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, Baby
Keep your mind on your riches

911 it's a emergency , cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
Shit, I'm legendary niggas, scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise than a liar
cowards die
my mama told me when I was to see
Just a vicious mothafucker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver
when I deliver criminal lyrics
from a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere, Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, that's what they tell me
So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary bitches
like a south paw you get let
And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'
I rip the crowd, then I start again
Internally I live in sin
until the moment that they let me breathe again
The heartz of men

[CHORUS]
The heartz of men

My lyrical verse with so much pain
that to some niggas it hurts
My guns bust
And if you ain't one of us
it gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swollen
in fly mode
I'm a homicidal outlaw
and five-o, get your lights on, fight long
tonight's gonna be a fuckin' fight
so we might roll
My own homies say I'm heartless
But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless
Drive by, niggas bow down
thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up
first nigga gettin' drugged out
I can be a villain if ya let me
I'll Mothafuck ya
if ya do upset me
tell the cops to come and get me
rip the crowd like a phone number
Then start again, don't have no mothafuckin' friends nigga
Look inside the heartz of men

[CHORUS]
In the heartz of men
In the heartz of men

To all my niggas
engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
No longer living in fear
my pistol close in hand
Convinced this is my year
like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a don
If niggas is having problems
smoke 'em, fire and bomb
I died and came back,
I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
Thuggin' is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowing
scarred up
but still flowing
energized and still going
Uh, can it be fate
that makes a sick mothafucka break
On these jealous ass coward 'cause they evil and fake
What will it take ?
Give me that bass line
I'm feeling bombed
Death Row baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat
and let me start again
Represent
'cause I've been sent
The heartz of men