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"Hit 'Em
Up"
[Tupac] I ain't got no motherfucking
friends That's why I fucked your bitch You fat motherfucker
(Take Money) West Side Bad Boy Killers (Take
Money) You know who the realist is niggas we bring it to
(Take Money) (ha ha, that's alright)
First off,
fuck your bitch And the clique you claim West side when we
ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a
player But I fucked your wife We bust on Bad
Boys niggas fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me
weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior
Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While
we running for your jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at
them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you
homie How I'll leave you Cut your young ass up See
you in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't fuck
around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the
streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's
on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night (ha
ha) Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill fuck with me And
get your caps peeled You know, see
[Chorus:] Grab
your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac,
uh Who shot me, But your punks didn't finish Now you
'bout to feel the wrath of a menace nigga, I hit 'em up
Check
this out You motherfuckers know what time it is I don't even
know why I'm on this track You all niggas ain't even on my
level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on
you bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches (ah yo, yo, hold the fuck
up)
Get out the way yo Get out the way
yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pass the
mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get
spanked right For setting traps Little accident
murderers And I ain't never heard of you Poisonous gats attack
when I'm serving you Spank the shank Your whole style when I
gank Guard your rank 'cause I'm a slam your ass in a
pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through
nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of you nigga With
the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie
Bauer Your clout petty sour I push packages ever
hour I hit 'em up
[Chorus]
Peep
how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary
steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting
killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of
me You in the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a
Sherm high niggas think they learned to fly But they burn
motherfucker you deserve to die Talking about you Getting
Money But it's funny to me All you niggas living
bummy While you fucking with me? I'm a self made
Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air
(Air) (Ha Ha) Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the
couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house Now
it's all about Versace You copied my style Five shots
couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the
record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love
to hate Motherfucker I'll Hit 'Em Up
I'm from N E W
Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to
come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the
scenario Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your
knees Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim is
you Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper
clique smoked up What the fuck? Is you stupid? I
take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my clique
looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen
shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia clique moving up
another notch And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and
dropped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed
and locked
You's a beat biter Pac style
taker I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a
faker Soften than Alize with a chaser 'bout to get murdered
for the paper E.D. I mean post the scene of the caper Like a
loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh) Toting smoke, we ain't no
motherfuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be
approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for
hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk
is bopping off nigga, I hit 'em up
Now you tell me
who won I see them, they run (ha ha) They don't wanna see
us Whole Junior Mafia clique Dressing up trying to be
us How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out
job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody
got to do it
Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh) You wanna fuck
with us You Little young ass motherfuckers Don't one of you
niggas got sickle-cell or something You're fucking with me, nigga? You
fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the
fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do
it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring
it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing
drama fuck you and your mother fucking mama. We're gonna kill
all you mother fuckers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just
about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother
fucking opinion Well this is how we gonna' do this: fuck Mobb
Deep, fuck Biggie, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and
as a mother fucking crew. And if you want to be down with Bad
Boy, Then fuck you too. Chino XL, fuck you too. All
you mother fuckers, fuck you too. (take money, take money) All
of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow motherfucker. My
four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow. You
motherfuckers can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life
riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California,
nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother
fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the
motherfuckin' mob Ain't nothing but killers And the real
niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us. Our shit goes triple and four
quadruple You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they
motherfuckin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they
felt You niggas can't feel it We the realist fuck
'em. We Bad Boy killers.
"Hail
Mary" (feat. Kastro, Young Noble, Prince
Ital)
[Makaveli] Makaveli in this... Killuminati,
all through your body The blow's like a twelve gauge
shotty Uh, feel me! And God said he should send his one
begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow
me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh
[Chorus
(Makaveli):] Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do
we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la
la la
[Makaveli] I ain't a killer but don't push
me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting
pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being
quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow
down, pray to God hoping that he's listening Seeing niggas coming for
me, to my diamonds, when they glistening Now pay attention, rest in
peace father I'm a ghost in these killing fields Hail Mary
catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
who screams in the dark Evil lurks, enemies, see me
flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip,
empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all
corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out
this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a
nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust It's just as well,
Hail Mary
[Chorus
2X]
[Makaveli] Penitentiaries is packed with
promise makers Never realize the precious time the bitch niggas is
wasting Institutionalized I lived my life a product made to
crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we
balling Catch me father please, cause I'm falling, in the liquor
store That's the Hennessee I hear ya calling, can I get some
more? Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checking in
my bedroom; I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can
I do One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you on
a one way trip to prison, selling drugs We all wrapped up in this
living, life as Thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they
bid Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they
turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark Thuggin eternal through
my heart, now Hail Mary nigga
[Chorus
2X]
[Kastro] They got a APB, out on my Thug
family Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless
freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down,
K blasted off Hennessee and Thai Trying it, mixed it, now I'm twisted
blisted and high Visions of me, Thug living getting me
by Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs When I die
they won't cry unless they coming with slugs
[Young
Noble] Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around
me Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy Ready to wet
the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker Nasty new street,
slugger my heat seeks suckers on the regular mashing in a stolen black
Ac Integ-ra Cock back, sixty seconds 'til the draw that's when I'm
dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's
worse From a Thug to preaching church, I gave you love now you eating
dirt Needing work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on Cause
word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle 'til dawn That's when
sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all
my niggas get ya pay and weight up
[Kastro] If it's
on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can
you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta
take Dealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate If
it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase,
can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta
take Dealing with fate, hoping God don't close the
gate
[Chorus (repeats in
background)]
[Prince Ital] We've been traveling on
this wayward road Long time 'til I be take a 'eavy load But
we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't
worry everything will come real Free like the bird in the
tree We won't worry everything will come real Yes we free
like the bird in the tree We running from the
penitentiary This is the time for we liberty Hail Mary, Hail
Mary [chours]
[Makaveli] Westside,
Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7
Days
"Changes"
[1] 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
to brothers. Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each
other. "It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said. 2
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 'stead of 2 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] Come on come on That's
just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just
the way it is aww yeah [Repeat]
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 are
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, uhh. 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 they 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
kids. "I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it
is.
[Bridge]
[Talking:] 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? There'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' 'em 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, but 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 payback. Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back
after all these years. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is.
uhh
[Bridge 'til fade:] Some things will never
change
"California
Love" (feat. Dr. Dre)
California love!
[1:] California...
knows how to party California... knows how to party In the
citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the
citaaay, the city of Compton We keep it rockin! We keep it
rockin!
[Verse 1: 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 where that bomb ass hemp be The state where ya
never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them
greens Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends I been in
the game for ten years makin rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearin
sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds
shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to tha
Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a
finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down
for Californ-I-a
[1]
[2:] Shake
it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it
mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it
shake it shake it shake it...
[Verse 2: 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
L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) Dressed in Locs and
khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide
with other crews Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em
recognize from Long Beach to 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 L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay
Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give
me love!
[1]
[Dre:] Now make it shake...
[2]
[Outro:
Dre, 2Pac] Uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh
yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko,
Frisko [Tupac:] Hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadena,
where you at Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no
good [Tupac:] Even Hollywood tryin to get a piece
baby Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah
Throw
it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do
this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best
side
Yeah, That's riight West coast, west
coast Uh, California Love California
Love
"Dear Mama"
You are
appreciated
[Verse One: 2Pac]
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 daddy's, the same
drama When things went wrong we'd blame mama I reminice on
the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin on my mama from a jail
cell And who'd think in elementary? Heeey! 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: Reggie Green & "Sweet
Franklin" w/ 2Pac]
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?
[second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead
of "Dear mama"]
[Verse Two:
2Pac]
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 Thanksgivin 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]
[Verse Three:
2Pac]
Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, 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 craaazy 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
