Today i have included a rare channel 4 documentary about tupac and biggie that was aired in the UK. Very interesting footage. I also have the track Sleep lyrics off the pacs life album. Hope this helps!
If anyone would like other 2pac lyrics just comment on what song you would like in the comment section.
Title: Sleep
Artist: Tupac featuring Young Buck & Chamillionaire
Album: Pac's Life
Typed by: Thommo
Quit staring at me like a infra-red nigga
(Chorus: Tupac)
Don't go a sleep
You can get your cash on nigga if you peep
Other niggas close there eyes seeing dreams in they sleep
But don't fall a sleep
Don't go a sleep
You can get your cash on
(Verse One: Tupac)
Pictures of plenty
Sippin' my glass full of Henny
Hands on my Semi -
- Automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact
Cause I'm live I multiply
Soon as I open fire
Niggas die with open eyes
Scared to take a nap
It's a trap
A long maze
Dreamin' of getting stacks
Makin' scratch the wrong way
What song says
We murder motherfuckas daily
Black out
Blow the the track out
My lyrics never fail me
I inhale strong weed
Then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the East to West
Like Yayo
Niggas pull out
When I say so
Commence to poppin'
Motherfuckers copy it's fatal
Efficiently I delete and flee
The art of war living sucka free
Get with me
Mutherfuckers just don't sleep
(Verse Two: Young Buck)
I'm staring through my rear-view doing 'bout 90
The pedal to the metal
So I can't see what's behind me
Buckle up your seat belt
Eyes on the road
They know we riding dirty got playa hiding Gold
They go down to the projects, the clubs been closed
And then they wonder why niggas braking down O's
I'm a runaway slave
You get it nigga, off the chain
I got that Thug Life shit running through my veins
And now they scared
They knowing that I've been heaven sent
And yeah we know the dop coming from the President
But look at us
We ain't got shit to lose
The life we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes
In the Ghetto
Or better yet home-sweet-home
This is the land of the free, but to me that's wrong
I'm on my way to the White House
Strapped with my heat
So don't fall asleep
Come on nigga
(Chorus x2)
(Verse Three: Chamillionare)
They say that the more they hate you
The more that it motivates you
My minds set on crime, my mentals set on the paper
62 hours and counting and I'm still awake
And they slipping me sleeping pill's with the will I break
Broke niggas always telling you how to make your cash and just
So I just stop listening and now my cash is up
Red dotted the media they always mad at us
I don't see them trying to mediate when they get they Gat's and bust
They just instigating as soon as they get the tape, it's dropped
And my niggas locked as soon as they get the case
Personally I ain't tripping on all that rapping stuff
I'm taking back my money counter's wasn't fast enough
Yup
I got a couple problems
And none of them is money
and pretend they love me and say they buddies
Sometimes I want to mauve with the Ruger
Kill ya like Freddie Kruger
These nightmare's just ain't as bloody
The media they always asking me what my passion is (And)
Money talks to I always have voice to answer this
I can't relax cause it's like I'm a fetty activist
See me on T.V never a mattress
(Chorus repeated till end)
Don't go to sleep nigga
Don't close your eyes
Don't go to sleep
Sleep baby
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Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Monday, December 4, 2006
Dont Sleep & Dumpin Pac Life Lyrics
Tomorrow :: Sleep Lyrics Coming
Title: Don't Sleep
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: Tupac featuring Stormy, Nutso, Yaki Kadafi, & Lil Scrappy
Transcribed By: Thommo
(Verse One: Tupac)
When I,
Enter the first zone worst known Mic holder
My Hummer roll up, evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy, manifesting military styles casualty tragedy, when niggas battle me
My prophesized prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch, and watch him start snitching
I keep spitting still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug living, hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite, the whole world me and the mob getting married
It seems horrifying screams pierce the dark
Just as expected
A trick bitch, where is your heart?
You mark, watch niggas fall when I call they name
We Outlawz hold ya head, niggas all the same
Except some want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' till there's none left
Don't sleep
(Chorus x2: Stormy)
We gon' ride, keep my Pistol on my side
Always sleep with the Nine
When I ride, when I ride
(Don't sleep)
Doing fine always hustling on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
All the time, all the time
(Don't sleep)
(Verse Two: Nutt-so)
Dumping on motherfucker's at random, rapidly
Wit accuracy, they shouldn't of talked bad to me
It had to be, a motherfucking murder
I'm glad to be, the nigga that did the murder
So sad to see, another motherfucking floating in plastic wreath
Sleep, with his head wide open
Rapid release, keep the police closed in
Casualties, ?? DB ??
Dumped the nigga on the asphalt
Then drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off him
Death with the ??
Death to ya
Cry when the bullet's fly ??
(Verse Three: Kadafi)
I blast first to till they body
Like my guns in varieties
Running wit the real big willies you silly punks try to be, but front
Doing my walk-bys rolling blunts
Hands on my nuts in the getaway car full of stunts
Addicted to my nine
Moving like crime through time
Popping niggas like pimples nigga nothing simple bout mine
Etch a sketch it
Dumping on all you punks at intersection's
Day in n day out ain't no easy way out's or easy exits don't sleep
(Chorus x2)
(Verse Four: Lil Scrappy)
G's up, A-Town
When I hit the street
I like to see it to grind
Blood, sweat and tear when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I unfold my foe like I unload my Nine
And when I let loose
There ain't no crew standing but mine
I gives a damn about fame fuck acting shiesty
Some one who knew I was in jail and didn't write me
Wanna bite me then come find me
Whatever you do shorty you better think wisely
You might see me with a stack in the truck
I give you my thought's and pen similar to a saran wrap
I look like ? I'll never be
Yeah I'ma keep it G I'm from the 3
And Scrap'll never sleep
(Chorus x2)
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Title: Dumpin' (featuring Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas)
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2Pac
Transcribed by: Paisa
(Chours: Carl Thomas)
Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scars
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this
(Verse One: Tupac)
Murderous mind state
Can't keep my nine straight
Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break
Show up and motherfucker's bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons, labelled for drug selling, merciless jackers
Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons
Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping
My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they creeping
Duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse
Niggas is under me
They bitches come to me
They heard stories nigga, now they want to really see
Bomb first my motto, is fully guaranteed
Niggas is player haters
Label them my enemies, I'm dumpin'
(Chorus)
(Verse Two: Hussein Fatal)
When it's on I'm popping off every chance I get
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit
I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've been here before
Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's door
Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't there
Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I ain't scared
Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive
I'm different and I'ma prove it if it take me to die
Knew that God had a plan for me
But he won't be laying up in my casket and doing life in a can for me
Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid than a bitch
Me dying?
You think I'll let them see joy from that shit?
Walking dead angels spending last days by me
New Jersey Jon like Dave Tyre
Young George or Jonathan Jack, yours guns clap mine'll got 'brrat'
A soldier like Geronimo Pratt
And come through cocking the black pound
When they put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down
Poster child yeah, Air Force Ones with the crocadile checks one some poster wild sex
Money and murder, is all I breathe in my life, it's full of judges and chasing enemies in the night
Through the Henney I see the eyes of the devil
G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil
(Chorus)
(Verse Three: Papoose)
I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with 'Pac
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box
You end up in a box because of them grave robbing bastards, dig ya' grave back up
Snatched you out the casket
Worms in my eyes
Eating through my cabbage, it's the flesh to the bones
The bones to the ashes
But I'm not dead, I'm actually in a session with the 'Pac keeping the shot money, progressive
They don't really want no drama, I know your goon's
That's why I keep pressure on them like on a open wound
This God given, he keep giving me better music
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement
Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losing
Songs are evolution
If I load your gun for you will you bang it out, I'll do some other niggas you better shoot it
Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever stupid
Claiming you repping Ruthless
You got the same bullets that you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,
The none sareen a dream, get ready for execution,
Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the revolution
(Chorus)
Title: Don't Sleep
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: Tupac featuring Stormy, Nutso, Yaki Kadafi, & Lil Scrappy
Transcribed By: Thommo
(Verse One: Tupac)
When I,
Enter the first zone worst known Mic holder
My Hummer roll up, evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy, manifesting military styles casualty tragedy, when niggas battle me
My prophesized prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch, and watch him start snitching
I keep spitting still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug living, hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite, the whole world me and the mob getting married
It seems horrifying screams pierce the dark
Just as expected
A trick bitch, where is your heart?
You mark, watch niggas fall when I call they name
We Outlawz hold ya head, niggas all the same
Except some want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' till there's none left
Don't sleep
(Chorus x2: Stormy)
We gon' ride, keep my Pistol on my side
Always sleep with the Nine
When I ride, when I ride
(Don't sleep)
Doing fine always hustling on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
All the time, all the time
(Don't sleep)
(Verse Two: Nutt-so)
Dumping on motherfucker's at random, rapidly
Wit accuracy, they shouldn't of talked bad to me
It had to be, a motherfucking murder
I'm glad to be, the nigga that did the murder
So sad to see, another motherfucking floating in plastic wreath
Sleep, with his head wide open
Rapid release, keep the police closed in
Casualties, ?? DB ??
Dumped the nigga on the asphalt
Then drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off him
Death with the ??
Death to ya
Cry when the bullet's fly ??
(Verse Three: Kadafi)
I blast first to till they body
Like my guns in varieties
Running wit the real big willies you silly punks try to be, but front
Doing my walk-bys rolling blunts
Hands on my nuts in the getaway car full of stunts
Addicted to my nine
Moving like crime through time
Popping niggas like pimples nigga nothing simple bout mine
Etch a sketch it
Dumping on all you punks at intersection's
Day in n day out ain't no easy way out's or easy exits don't sleep
(Chorus x2)
(Verse Four: Lil Scrappy)
G's up, A-Town
When I hit the street
I like to see it to grind
Blood, sweat and tear when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I unfold my foe like I unload my Nine
And when I let loose
There ain't no crew standing but mine
I gives a damn about fame fuck acting shiesty
Some one who knew I was in jail and didn't write me
Wanna bite me then come find me
Whatever you do shorty you better think wisely
You might see me with a stack in the truck
I give you my thought's and pen similar to a saran wrap
I look like ? I'll never be
Yeah I'ma keep it G I'm from the 3
And Scrap'll never sleep
(Chorus x2)
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Title: Dumpin' (featuring Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas)
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2Pac
Transcribed by: Paisa
(Chours: Carl Thomas)
Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scars
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this
(Verse One: Tupac)
Murderous mind state
Can't keep my nine straight
Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break
Show up and motherfucker's bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons, labelled for drug selling, merciless jackers
Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons
Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping
My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they creeping
Duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse
Niggas is under me
They bitches come to me
They heard stories nigga, now they want to really see
Bomb first my motto, is fully guaranteed
Niggas is player haters
Label them my enemies, I'm dumpin'
(Chorus)
(Verse Two: Hussein Fatal)
When it's on I'm popping off every chance I get
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit
I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've been here before
Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's door
Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't there
Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I ain't scared
Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive
I'm different and I'ma prove it if it take me to die
Knew that God had a plan for me
But he won't be laying up in my casket and doing life in a can for me
Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid than a bitch
Me dying?
You think I'll let them see joy from that shit?
Walking dead angels spending last days by me
New Jersey Jon like Dave Tyre
Young George or Jonathan Jack, yours guns clap mine'll got 'brrat'
A soldier like Geronimo Pratt
And come through cocking the black pound
When they put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down
Poster child yeah, Air Force Ones with the crocadile checks one some poster wild sex
Money and murder, is all I breathe in my life, it's full of judges and chasing enemies in the night
Through the Henney I see the eyes of the devil
G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil
(Chorus)
(Verse Three: Papoose)
I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with 'Pac
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box
You end up in a box because of them grave robbing bastards, dig ya' grave back up
Snatched you out the casket
Worms in my eyes
Eating through my cabbage, it's the flesh to the bones
The bones to the ashes
But I'm not dead, I'm actually in a session with the 'Pac keeping the shot money, progressive
They don't really want no drama, I know your goon's
That's why I keep pressure on them like on a open wound
This God given, he keep giving me better music
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement
Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losing
Songs are evolution
If I load your gun for you will you bang it out, I'll do some other niggas you better shoot it
Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever stupid
Claiming you repping Ruthless
You got the same bullets that you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,
The none sareen a dream, get ready for execution,
Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the revolution
(Chorus)
Saturday, December 2, 2006
Soon As I Get Home & International Lyrics
SOON AS I GET HOME LYRICS
Dear baby its me again,stuck inside this packed pin
trying to pay my debt for all my sins.
See this penatentery time be so heavy on my mind
at times its like im living just to die.
I'm living in hell,stuck in my jailcell,starnded in the county jail
waiting for my chance to post bail.
I wanna be payed in large stacks,i mash in fast jags, i blast
and wonder how long will i last.
My memories fade when im intoxicated,busters be shady
so im dumping on cowards daily,we never faded.
I know i said it all before but now i mean it
visions of you and me ballin,so crystal clear i seen it
Even though you mad at me youll be gald to see the strategy
of making these chips come so easily
I max out in the morning baby, life is good
me and you against the whole hood
Soon as i get home
[chorus 2Pac]
Grab my gat,locate my comrads
Lets get my enimies,not knowing im coming back
Go get the money out the safe,its time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as i get home
[2Pac]
Sittin here looking at pictures of me and you living
but now your out in the world,while im twisted in prison
Love letters come daily,words of perfection
you send me money and news clips,beggin for some sex and..
Stay wide open,keep yours eyes peeled
and my advice you keep it real or you can die squeelin
Plus i never have to worry about a visit,cause your there daily
guards trying to get your number, you dont dare tell me
Tounge kissing,steady humpin,trying to touch orsomthin
before the co. and the warden jump in,frontin
Late night reminicing,everbodys quiet
i think somthings in the air,prepare for the riot
It's padlocks and my socks,steel from the bedframe
i touch 'em with thug love, and then let they heads ring
Started a war but now im gone
release me to the streets in the morning its on
Soon as i get home
[chorus]
[verse 3 kadafi]
See you been gone my whole life, like a game a cee-lo
fulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
and me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nigga cook up
Narcotics is masterd,seen them niggas you blasted
wanting me in a casket,on the grind im faster
Yea nigga i heard, lil moo gave me word
you get parroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin,still dont care about nothin
rollin in my double r and im trying to see sumpthin we aint never had
came from a life of living,learn the tricks of the trade,shit shoulda been
tought by dad
But learned through the crew,thats just between me and you
and once we lock this shit down, aint a thing they can do
Meanwhile ill stay waiting by the phone
hoping ill get the call, telling a nigga that you home.
-------------------------------
INTERNATIONAL
(Verse One: Tupac)
Eternally thug nigga
Hilfiger, made by Tommy
So when I speak hope to reach my biunique mammies
Oh come to poppy
I love it when it's wet and sloppy
In and out the mouth piece
Until I cum no one can stop me
My bump and grind'll do ya' every time
Come get a blast of this thug passion
It'll blow ya' mind
Hey
Throw up your legs, rap them shits around my back
It's a Westside thing fucking hoes around the map
Walking down 125 while I'm peeping out hotties
And they
Seduce my Jimmie I'll be screaming give me body
Make 'em all scream my name out
Give me my props and don't you
Love how this thug nigga beat up the cock
I'm at the weekend parade
I'm watching caramel bitches play
Get with real niggas bull shit will never get you paid
This is the dream of a young black teen
I fiend for hoes cross country like a dirty crack fiend
Now come on
(Chorus)
(Hey girl)
I can tell that you want it
By the way your dancing on the floor
(Hey girl)
By the look in your eyes
I can tell you want some more
(Oh girl)
Don't worry bout it just keep doing what you do
(Hey girl)
Girl tonight you can be...International
(Verse Two: Nipsey Hustle)
Ok, look, check it out
Nipsey when I pull up to the club on them chrome things
I'm crispy
Shining from my wrist to my gold chain
Everywhere I go I keep the hood I never change
If it ain't up on my lap
Got it stashed in the Range
Bang, bang
I'm getting bread on the proper
Private jet anywhere I tell him he go fly to
My respect had these girls saying Daddy I do
Anything you ask get it cracking when I slide through
As God as my witness, right hand on the bible
In Tokyo honey turned it up, hottie got ?? stroked for show
Now up in Atlanta in the strip club
She thick Cuz took me to the stop, where the crib was
Went full throttle got cracking I ain't bashed yet
From the kitchen to the counter top, in the bathroom
Flips mo', trips mo' stamps on my passport
Told her drop me off at Heartsville
I'm international
(Chorus)
(Ohhh)
(Young Dre The Truth, Makaveli, LT Hutton, Nipsey)
(Ohh, International)
(Verse Three: Young Dre)
It's Mr. Hoodnational
Rider with the passport
Just landed from Paris homie pick me up I'm at the airport
With two bottle's of Moet and a bottle of Port
Can we, get something popping cause tomorrow got court
So of course I'm ready to get it
Feel it going down right now
Hopped in the whip, popped the bottle in a blood right now
Get it out of it about 50 seconds later the party right now
We celebrating Makaveli - 2Pacalypse NOW's
Escape through the front though they
?Chewed? up on tippy toes
Cruising up to get the door
If you lose a chick then let her go
She done chose it's over bro
Look around it's Harleyville
Dimes in high heels came from Japan to New York to Cali to chill
They choosing for real with no grill in my dental
Peep, my swagger tremendous make moves monumental
It was me, three mammies, E-40 and 'Pac
? rounds after party it just don't stop
(Hey girl)
(Ooh, riders)
I can tell that you want it
By the way your dancing on the floor
(Hey girl)
By the look in your eyes
I can tell you want some more
(Oh girl)
Don't worry bout it just keep doing what you do
(Hey girl)
Girl tonight you can be...International
(Ooh, rider's)
Dear baby its me again,stuck inside this packed pin
trying to pay my debt for all my sins.
See this penatentery time be so heavy on my mind
at times its like im living just to die.
I'm living in hell,stuck in my jailcell,starnded in the county jail
waiting for my chance to post bail.
I wanna be payed in large stacks,i mash in fast jags, i blast
and wonder how long will i last.
My memories fade when im intoxicated,busters be shady
so im dumping on cowards daily,we never faded.
I know i said it all before but now i mean it
visions of you and me ballin,so crystal clear i seen it
Even though you mad at me youll be gald to see the strategy
of making these chips come so easily
I max out in the morning baby, life is good
me and you against the whole hood
Soon as i get home
[chorus 2Pac]
Grab my gat,locate my comrads
Lets get my enimies,not knowing im coming back
Go get the money out the safe,its time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as i get home
[2Pac]
Sittin here looking at pictures of me and you living
but now your out in the world,while im twisted in prison
Love letters come daily,words of perfection
you send me money and news clips,beggin for some sex and..
Stay wide open,keep yours eyes peeled
and my advice you keep it real or you can die squeelin
Plus i never have to worry about a visit,cause your there daily
guards trying to get your number, you dont dare tell me
Tounge kissing,steady humpin,trying to touch orsomthin
before the co. and the warden jump in,frontin
Late night reminicing,everbodys quiet
i think somthings in the air,prepare for the riot
It's padlocks and my socks,steel from the bedframe
i touch 'em with thug love, and then let they heads ring
Started a war but now im gone
release me to the streets in the morning its on
Soon as i get home
[chorus]
[verse 3 kadafi]
See you been gone my whole life, like a game a cee-lo
fulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
and me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nigga cook up
Narcotics is masterd,seen them niggas you blasted
wanting me in a casket,on the grind im faster
Yea nigga i heard, lil moo gave me word
you get parroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin,still dont care about nothin
rollin in my double r and im trying to see sumpthin we aint never had
came from a life of living,learn the tricks of the trade,shit shoulda been
tought by dad
But learned through the crew,thats just between me and you
and once we lock this shit down, aint a thing they can do
Meanwhile ill stay waiting by the phone
hoping ill get the call, telling a nigga that you home.
-------------------------------
INTERNATIONAL
(Verse One: Tupac)
Eternally thug nigga
Hilfiger, made by Tommy
So when I speak hope to reach my biunique mammies
Oh come to poppy
I love it when it's wet and sloppy
In and out the mouth piece
Until I cum no one can stop me
My bump and grind'll do ya' every time
Come get a blast of this thug passion
It'll blow ya' mind
Hey
Throw up your legs, rap them shits around my back
It's a Westside thing fucking hoes around the map
Walking down 125 while I'm peeping out hotties
And they
Seduce my Jimmie I'll be screaming give me body
Make 'em all scream my name out
Give me my props and don't you
Love how this thug nigga beat up the cock
I'm at the weekend parade
I'm watching caramel bitches play
Get with real niggas bull shit will never get you paid
This is the dream of a young black teen
I fiend for hoes cross country like a dirty crack fiend
Now come on
(Chorus)
(Hey girl)
I can tell that you want it
By the way your dancing on the floor
(Hey girl)
By the look in your eyes
I can tell you want some more
(Oh girl)
Don't worry bout it just keep doing what you do
(Hey girl)
Girl tonight you can be...International
(Verse Two: Nipsey Hustle)
Ok, look, check it out
Nipsey when I pull up to the club on them chrome things
I'm crispy
Shining from my wrist to my gold chain
Everywhere I go I keep the hood I never change
If it ain't up on my lap
Got it stashed in the Range
Bang, bang
I'm getting bread on the proper
Private jet anywhere I tell him he go fly to
My respect had these girls saying Daddy I do
Anything you ask get it cracking when I slide through
As God as my witness, right hand on the bible
In Tokyo honey turned it up, hottie got ?? stroked for show
Now up in Atlanta in the strip club
She thick Cuz took me to the stop, where the crib was
Went full throttle got cracking I ain't bashed yet
From the kitchen to the counter top, in the bathroom
Flips mo', trips mo' stamps on my passport
Told her drop me off at Heartsville
I'm international
(Chorus)
(Ohhh)
(Young Dre The Truth, Makaveli, LT Hutton, Nipsey)
(Ohh, International)
(Verse Three: Young Dre)
It's Mr. Hoodnational
Rider with the passport
Just landed from Paris homie pick me up I'm at the airport
With two bottle's of Moet and a bottle of Port
Can we, get something popping cause tomorrow got court
So of course I'm ready to get it
Feel it going down right now
Hopped in the whip, popped the bottle in a blood right now
Get it out of it about 50 seconds later the party right now
We celebrating Makaveli - 2Pacalypse NOW's
Escape through the front though they
?Chewed? up on tippy toes
Cruising up to get the door
If you lose a chick then let her go
She done chose it's over bro
Look around it's Harleyville
Dimes in high heels came from Japan to New York to Cali to chill
They choosing for real with no grill in my dental
Peep, my swagger tremendous make moves monumental
It was me, three mammies, E-40 and 'Pac
? rounds after party it just don't stop
(Hey girl)
(Ooh, riders)
I can tell that you want it
By the way your dancing on the floor
(Hey girl)
By the look in your eyes
I can tell you want some more
(Oh girl)
Don't worry bout it just keep doing what you do
(Hey girl)
Girl tonight you can be...International
(Ooh, rider's)
Friday, December 1, 2006
PACS LIFE LYRICS! Untouchable Lyrics and Pacs Life Singles Lyrics
Below are Pacs Life Lyrics and Untouchable Lyrics
Coming next post :: Soon As I Get Home Lyrics & Dont Stop
Title: Untouchable (Feat. Yaki Kadafi, Hussein Fatal, & Gravy)
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2pac
Transcribed by: EriMakaveli
(Intro: Tupac)
You niggas kill me
Why ya'll niggas don't wanna talk that shit when we in the physical form?
Why ya'll niggas get all shy when we right there next to you at the premiers?
(Laughs)
Ya'll niggas get alot of heart when you get up in the studio, huh?
?????? talk in the mic
Well do this for me would ya?
Next time you get the notion to talk about an Outlaw nigga
Or a nigga on the westside, the best side,
Call me...Call me nigga...Reach out and touch a nigga.
Cause if you don't do that,
And I hear one of you niggas sayin' something on the record,
Expect me nigga like you expect Jesus to come back,
Expect me nigga, I'm commin'.
From the pressure,
Yeah!,
You know how we do it,
Outlaw,
Ride on these suckas,
Ride on these suckas,
(Verse One: Tupac)
After the fire comes the rain
After the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
Bitches too scary, get to near me we rush 'em
Visions of over packed prisons
Million's of niggas thug living
Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us
So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)
Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost
Who can prevent me shooting senseless
At these niggas throats
Only wish to breed
I explode into a million seeds
Ya'll remember me
Legendary live eternally
Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation
Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em
Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em
Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace
(Chorus 2x: Tupac)
Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
Outlawz, bustin' while we rushin'
We Untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
We Outlawz, rushi you, bustin' you
We Untouchable
(Verse Two: Gravy)
Uh Huh, Yeah
Ayo we won't stop
I let the four four pop
Tanqueray and alize
Man niggaz get shot
I smokin' on some ?? baby
You know it's all gravy
Calico's, AKs, niggas yellin' mayday, Payday
Soon as the red dots connect
All that haze and that dro', that Cali sticky icky,
Strictly 213, 818, 323, 310
We Outlawz baby
(Verse Three: Yaki Kadafi)
I'm surrounded by thugs, slugs
Crystal's and pistols, callin'
Copy murderers that be softer than tissues
Got my persona soulja dedicated to the fuckin' drama
My foes, retreat like crows when opposed by pros
Mashin' like piranhas or a pack of pits
Bodies get wasted, paper chasin' tryna stack a grip
Then my mob touched, for lots of loot to clutch
Clinging for a life which ain't much
And a lust for these guns to bust
Ain't no trust, for these herbs tryna question
Keep my burner on the dresser, wake up bustin' in the morning from the pressure
(Chorus 2x: Tupac)
Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
Outlawz, bustin' while we rushin'
We Untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
We Outlawz, rushin you, bustin' you
We Untouchable
(Verse Four: Fatal)
I never had a chance to be a buster I was raised hard
With the homies sheddin' tattoo tears out near the graveyard
I rep my Outlawz deeply,
Done seen to many real playas fall, To let the industry cheat me
Only behind the scenes do they see me as Tupac
The Don In this bitch with two glocks, I'm wrong
The homies still gon' roll,
And standin' with ya biggest G, You still gon' fold
I can guarantee you a loss
The homie Pac told me, I can guarantee you a boss
And it was him for a brief minute
Far as my life since he dissappeared
I still ain't found peace in it
But still strugglin' like Mumia Abu
It was 'bout to end truely, I knew
Named my daughter Asada
For that alone, make her more than a rider
Got every homie trigga finga under the set
Dope or guaranteed ??, my one-o-one will connect
(Chorus 2x: Tupac)
Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
Outlawz, bustin' while we rushin'
We Untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
We Outlawz, rushin you, bustin' you
We Untouchable
====================================================
Title: Pac's Life
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: Tupac featuring T.I. & Ashanti
Transcribed By: Thommo
Modified by: EriMakaveli
(LT Hutton talking)
Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!,
They ain't ready for this
LT Hutton
T.I
Ashanti
It's that new 'Pac y'all
Let's Go!
(Chorus: Ashanti)
Pac's life
(Everybody need's to chill)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(It's Tupac the king)
What do you know about Pac's life
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(Only real niggas stay on top)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(Outlawz)
(Verse One: Tupac)
Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him
Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits
Dodging cop cars look how we come so far
Picture a high school drop out
Rolling a double R
House full of happiness, weed and drank
Wait out
So when trouble tried to find me, can't
Never versioned living longer than my twenty first
Thought I'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurts to see the change
It comes with the fame
Watch for gossip in this silly game, (games)
To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night
Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life
To all y'all niggas
Conversating on my life
Mind your motherfucking business
(Chorus)
(Verse Two: T.I)
I remember that
Ay
What's happening Pac
Yeah I know we never to meet
But we know all the same people so we got to speed
You taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a G
And all the shit you went through
Meant a lot to me
We watched them lock you up in hell, it was shame to see
You know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas it's the lane to be
Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me
But so i pull it out my pocket let it rain you see
Now they all in the court room blaming me
See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle
Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's
Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em
Death before dishonour never talk to undercover's
Live by the same rules so minus the tattoo
With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse
(Chorus)
(Verse Three: Tupac)
I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks
They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump
They jump my automatic keep 'em weary
While you fronting like you really bad ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High
I was itching' to kill
And you was, ready to die
While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places
Leaving no trace, they see my face then they buried
Bitches die in a hurry
Still I ride, I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli Tell me to ride and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And motherfucker's die
It's not the way I wanna live
My nigga it's how it is
Only real niggas stay on top
(Chorus)
Why are all you niggas all up in my shit?
Tell them motherfucker's
Outlawz
Fuck all y'all
Coming next post :: Soon As I Get Home Lyrics & Dont Stop
Title: Untouchable (Feat. Yaki Kadafi, Hussein Fatal, & Gravy)
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2pac
Transcribed by: EriMakaveli
(Intro: Tupac)
You niggas kill me
Why ya'll niggas don't wanna talk that shit when we in the physical form?
Why ya'll niggas get all shy when we right there next to you at the premiers?
(Laughs)
Ya'll niggas get alot of heart when you get up in the studio, huh?
?????? talk in the mic
Well do this for me would ya?
Next time you get the notion to talk about an Outlaw nigga
Or a nigga on the westside, the best side,
Call me...Call me nigga...Reach out and touch a nigga.
Cause if you don't do that,
And I hear one of you niggas sayin' something on the record,
Expect me nigga like you expect Jesus to come back,
Expect me nigga, I'm commin'.
From the pressure,
Yeah!,
You know how we do it,
Outlaw,
Ride on these suckas,
Ride on these suckas,
(Verse One: Tupac)
After the fire comes the rain
After the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
Bitches too scary, get to near me we rush 'em
Visions of over packed prisons
Million's of niggas thug living
Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us
So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)
Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost
Who can prevent me shooting senseless
At these niggas throats
Only wish to breed
I explode into a million seeds
Ya'll remember me
Legendary live eternally
Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation
Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em
Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em
Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace
(Chorus 2x: Tupac)
Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
Outlawz, bustin' while we rushin'
We Untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
We Outlawz, rushi you, bustin' you
We Untouchable
(Verse Two: Gravy)
Uh Huh, Yeah
Ayo we won't stop
I let the four four pop
Tanqueray and alize
Man niggaz get shot
I smokin' on some ?? baby
You know it's all gravy
Calico's, AKs, niggas yellin' mayday, Payday
Soon as the red dots connect
All that haze and that dro', that Cali sticky icky,
Strictly 213, 818, 323, 310
We Outlawz baby
(Verse Three: Yaki Kadafi)
I'm surrounded by thugs, slugs
Crystal's and pistols, callin'
Copy murderers that be softer than tissues
Got my persona soulja dedicated to the fuckin' drama
My foes, retreat like crows when opposed by pros
Mashin' like piranhas or a pack of pits
Bodies get wasted, paper chasin' tryna stack a grip
Then my mob touched, for lots of loot to clutch
Clinging for a life which ain't much
And a lust for these guns to bust
Ain't no trust, for these herbs tryna question
Keep my burner on the dresser, wake up bustin' in the morning from the pressure
(Chorus 2x: Tupac)
Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
Outlawz, bustin' while we rushin'
We Untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
We Outlawz, rushin you, bustin' you
We Untouchable
(Verse Four: Fatal)
I never had a chance to be a buster I was raised hard
With the homies sheddin' tattoo tears out near the graveyard
I rep my Outlawz deeply,
Done seen to many real playas fall, To let the industry cheat me
Only behind the scenes do they see me as Tupac
The Don In this bitch with two glocks, I'm wrong
The homies still gon' roll,
And standin' with ya biggest G, You still gon' fold
I can guarantee you a loss
The homie Pac told me, I can guarantee you a boss
And it was him for a brief minute
Far as my life since he dissappeared
I still ain't found peace in it
But still strugglin' like Mumia Abu
It was 'bout to end truely, I knew
Named my daughter Asada
For that alone, make her more than a rider
Got every homie trigga finga under the set
Dope or guaranteed ??, my one-o-one will connect
(Chorus 2x: Tupac)
Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
Outlawz, bustin' while we rushin'
We Untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
We Outlawz, rushin you, bustin' you
We Untouchable
====================================================
Title: Pac's Life
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: Tupac featuring T.I. & Ashanti
Transcribed By: Thommo
Modified by: EriMakaveli
(LT Hutton talking)
Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!,
They ain't ready for this
LT Hutton
T.I
Ashanti
It's that new 'Pac y'all
Let's Go!
(Chorus: Ashanti)
Pac's life
(Everybody need's to chill)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(It's Tupac the king)
What do you know about Pac's life
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(Only real niggas stay on top)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(Outlawz)
(Verse One: Tupac)
Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him
Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits
Dodging cop cars look how we come so far
Picture a high school drop out
Rolling a double R
House full of happiness, weed and drank
Wait out
So when trouble tried to find me, can't
Never versioned living longer than my twenty first
Thought I'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurts to see the change
It comes with the fame
Watch for gossip in this silly game, (games)
To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night
Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life
To all y'all niggas
Conversating on my life
Mind your motherfucking business
(Chorus)
(Verse Two: T.I)
I remember that
Ay
What's happening Pac
Yeah I know we never to meet
But we know all the same people so we got to speed
You taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a G
And all the shit you went through
Meant a lot to me
We watched them lock you up in hell, it was shame to see
You know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas it's the lane to be
Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me
But so i pull it out my pocket let it rain you see
Now they all in the court room blaming me
See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle
Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's
Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em
Death before dishonour never talk to undercover's
Live by the same rules so minus the tattoo
With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse
(Chorus)
(Verse Three: Tupac)
I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks
They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump
They jump my automatic keep 'em weary
While you fronting like you really bad ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High
I was itching' to kill
And you was, ready to die
While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places
Leaving no trace, they see my face then they buried
Bitches die in a hurry
Still I ride, I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli Tell me to ride and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And motherfucker's die
It's not the way I wanna live
My nigga it's how it is
Only real niggas stay on top
(Chorus)
Why are all you niggas all up in my shit?
Tell them motherfucker's
Outlawz
Fuck all y'all
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