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1. _ Words
Killing us one by one In one way or another American will find a way to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black youth of the ghettos And one by one we are being wiped off the face of this earth At an extremly alarming rate And even more alarming is the fact that we are not fighting back Brothers, sistas, niggas When I say niggas it is not the nigga we are grown to fear It is not the nigga we say as if it has no meaning But to me It means Never Ignorant Getting Goals Acomplishes, nigga Niggas what are we going to do Walk blind into a line or fight Fight and die if we must like niggas This is for the masses the lower classes The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin' But we were kept out Made to feel inferior, but we're the superior Break the chains in out brains that made us fear yah Pledge a legiance to a flag that neglects us Honour a man that who refuses to respect us Emmancipation, proclamation, Please! Nigga just said that to save the nation These are lies that we all accepted Say no to drugs but the governments' keep it Running through our community, killing the unity The war on drugs is a war on you and me And yet they say this is the Home of The Free But if you ask me its all about hyprocracy The constitution, Yo, it don't apply to me Lady Liberty still the bitch lied to me Steady strong nobody's gonna like what I pumpin' But its wrong to keeping someone from learning something So get up, its time to start nation building I'm fed up, we gotta start teaching childern That they can be all that they wanna to be There's much more to life than just poverty This is defaintly ahhh words of wisdom AMERIKA, AMERIKA, AMERIKKKA I charge you with the crime of rape, murder, and assault For suppressing and punishing my people I charge you with robery for robbing me of my history I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me Trapped in the projects And the jury finds you guilty on all accounts And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes Prosecutor do you have any more evidience Words of Wisdom They shine upon the strength of an nation Conquer the enemy on with education Protect thy self, reach with what you wanna do Know thy self, teach what we been through On with the knowledge of the place, then No one will ever oppress this race again No Malcolm X in my history text Why is that? Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks Why is Martin Luther King in my book each week? He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek I don't get it, so many questions went through my mind I get sweated, They act as if asking questions is a crime But forget it, one day I'm gonna prove them wrong Now every brother had to smother on the welfare line The american dream, though it seems it attainable They're pulling your sleave, don't believe Cause it will strangle yah Pulling the life of your brain, I can't explain Beg as you can obtain from which you came Swear that your mother is living in equality Forgeting your brother that's living her apology Thought they had us beat when they took our kids But the battle ain't over till the black man sings Words of Wisdom But the battle ain't over till the black man sings Words of Wisdom NIGHTMARE thats what I am America's nightmare I am what you made me The hate and evil that you gave me I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people for Four hundred plus years You should be scared You should be running You should be trying to silence me ha ha But you can not escape fate Well it is my turn to come Just as you rose you shall fall By my hands Amerika, You reap what you sow 2pacalypse America's Nightmare Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob America's Nightmare Above the Law America's Nightmare Paris America's Nightmare Public Enemy America's Nightmare Krs-One America's Nightmare Mutulu Shakur America's Nightmare Geronimo Pratt America's Nightmare Assada Shakur America's Nightmare more free lyrics |
2. _ Part Time Mutha
(cutting and scratching) She's a part time a part time part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time part time She's a (part time mutha) Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac Now what's that say about, this big epidemic This hypocritical world, and the people in it Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles That would be cool, if she was your lover But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother Welfare checks never stepped through the front door Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate Word to the mutha, I'm touched When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed Maybe one day she'll recover But what will it take, to shake, or break My part time mutha I gotta live with a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) I grew up in a home where no-one liked me Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress Just another pest, and yes I was nervous Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this I wanna tell mom, but would she listen She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix in So... now I lay me down to sleep Lord don't let him rape me If he does my soul to keep Don't let the devil take me Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it I gotta tell mom, before she sees me I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though I can't believe the way you call it Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter Time for me to break and find another That's when I discovered The ways of the days of a part time mutha I got a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) Part time A part time A part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong Pat myself on the back and move on Is this just how it is hell no Cuz she came back with the kid and yo I been payin ever since The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent All of my time gets spent at the workplace No time to kiss her got me list in the first place So I do the dishes and clean the floor When I sleep I can't dream anymore Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha And I, change the diapers and clean the shit The tables are turned I can't take this Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha A part time A part time mutha Now I'm a part time mutha I'm a (part time mutha) A part time A part time Part time Now I'ma (part time mutha) She's a part time A part time mutha He's a part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time A part time Part time mutha A part time A part time mutha Pa-pa-pa-part time Pa-pa-pa-part time... more free lyrics |
3. _ If My Homie Calls
Verse One: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played practical jokes on everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on All through high school, girls by the dozens Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't But like the old saying goes Times goes on, and everybody grows Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays In many ways we were paid in the old days So far away from the crazies with AK's And though I been around clowning with the Underground I'm still down with my homies from the hometown And if you need, need anything at all I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call Verse Two: It's a shame, you chose the dope game Now you slang cane on the streets with no name It was plain that your aim was mo' cane You got game now you run with no shame I chose rappin tracks to make stacks In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats But now I don't wanna down my homie No matter how low you go you're not lowly And I, hear that you made a few enemies But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance I'll be there in an instant Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover I'd be no different than the other H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E I'm down to the E-N-D Cause it's a fall in no time at all I'm down for y'all, when my homies call Word, if my homies call Verse Three: Well it's ninety-one and I'm livin kinda swell now But I hear that you're going through some hell pal But life makin records ain't easy It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy But I guess that the streets is harder Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather My homies is making it elsewhere Striving, working nine to five with no health care We both had dreams of being great But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make To be great, I'm giving it all it takes Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes I gotta take, my place or fall from grace The foolish way, the pace is quick and great Smiling face, to hide the trace of heat But my homie would never do me wrong That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on No matter who the foe they must fall Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call more free lyrics |
4. _ Violent
[2Pac] They claim that I'm violent, just cause I refuse to be silent These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against any oppressor, and this is known as self defense I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic But when the shit gets thick, I'm the one you go and get Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this I'm Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished The underground railroad on an uprise This time the truth's gettin told, heard enough lies I told em fight back, attack on society If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin from Look through our history, America's the violent one Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery This time the payback for evil shit you did to me They call me militant, racist cause I will resist You wanna censor somethin, motherfucker censor this! My words are weapons, and I'm steppin to the silent Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent Chorus: 1st occurance: as written 2nd occurance: add last three lines again 3rd occurance: repeat first five lines twice 4th occurance: repeat first five lines twice 5th occurance: second to fifth line, first to fifth line 6th occurance: emphasis on second line, whole chorus 7th occurance: first three lines only "They claimin that I'm violent" -> Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) "Just because we play what the people want.." "They claimin that I'm violent" -> Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) "Just because we play what the people want.." "They claimin that I'm violent" -> Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) [2Pac] The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID I said, "Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?" He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew (Do you know what time it is? Get out the fucking car, or I'll hurt you!) "Get out the car... or I'lI hurt you" So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete (Ay man.. aiyyo.. ay man just c'mon ?) ("What you doin man?") They tried to frame me They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend My homie panicked ("I'm out") he tried to run (Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop's gun My homie dropped so, I hit the cop I kept swingin, yo, I couldn't stop Before I knew it, I was beatin the cop senseless The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless (? Arrrrggggh, fuck you! Ungggh!) Now I'm against this cop who was racist Given him a taste, of tradin places And all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin this frame up, but I came up Now they claimin that I'm violent Chorus [2Pac] As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-ohh) Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand He shot the cop (damn!) now he's a dead man I said, come on, it's time for us to get away (Let's go, we gotta get the fuck outta here) They called for backup, and they'll be on their way Jumped in the car, and tried to get away quick The car wouldn't start (damn!) we in deep shit So we jumped out (C'mon let's take the cop's car) We drove a little ways thinkin that we got far But I looked up, and all I saw was blue lights If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight I grabed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin ass dropped So here we go, the police against us Dark as dusk, waitin for the guns to bust (What's next man?) What's next, I don't know and I don't care One things fo' sho', tommorrow I won't be here But if I go, I'm takin all these punks with me Pass me a clip G, now come and get me You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent Givin them a reason, (a reason) to claim that I'm violent... Chorus (3) Chorus (4) Chorus (5) Chorus (6) Chorus (7) more free lyrics |
5. _ Young Black Male
["Hard like an erection..." -- Ed O.G.] Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with" -- Ice Cube] ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male! ["...ain't shit to fool with"] *runs backwards* Young black male! (2Pac) Yes niggaz... yes niggaz... yes niggaz Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"] ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"] (2Pac) Go nigga, go!! Verse One: Young black male I try to effect by kicking the facts and stacking much mail I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack and fuck goin to jail Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look I don't sell ya-yo They teachin a brother like I was in books Follow me into a flow I'm sure you know, which way to go I'm hittin em out of the dopes So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow I'm fuckin the sluts and hoes The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes The gimminy jimminy grows Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes Rowd when the crowd says hoe That let's me know, they know I can flow Love when they come to my shows I get up and go, with skins before When I'm collecting my dough I never respect, the one that I back The quicker the nigga can rap The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat What kind of style is that? The style of a mack, and ready to jack I rendered up piles of black The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack I hate it when real nigga bust They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust I had enough of the fuss I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must They gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales... of young black males Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz Ay nigga you can't handle that shit! Pass that man! Hit that shit, that's the shit! It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma We ain't nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga! You ain't givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker Fuck St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby Strictly some of that Hennesee Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it? Fuck you capo. You ain't in baby. I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking all that shit, when I come back, OK? We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back YOUNG BLACK MALE! more free lyrics |
6. _ Something Wicked
Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come More than an adversary I'm very quick I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift I'm equipped to kick Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp Scared the [???], and caught them mutha-fuckas damp Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks I'm ready to go I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough Getting the hoes [???] Pumping the flow, gangster ho cause the nose knows Check the pose, froze, when you see me close Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked wrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though Kkkkkkicking the funky flava Pumping [??? ???? ????] producers Run for cover when you hear the bass drop One verse is all it takes Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come wicked wicked this way comes wicked wicked this way comes wicked wicked this way comes Something wicked this way come more free lyrics |
7. _ Trapped
You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me Cause they never talk peace in tha black community All we know is violence, do tha job in silence Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn Niggas commin' out worse offthan when they went in Over tha years I done alot of growin' up Getten drunk thrown' up Cuffed up Then I said I had enough There must be another route, way out To money and fame, I changed my name And played a different game Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho And when I gettem I'll hittem with tha bum rush Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed Yo, if your smart you'll really let me go 'G' But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi They got me trapped.... Chorus [Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down] They got me trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] Trapped [Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down] Trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw me up against tha wall Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete Coppers try to kill me But they didn't know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha mans slain He got caught in tha chains of his own game How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me Sweated me, hunted me Trapped in my own community One day i'm gonna bust Blow up on this society Why did ya lie to me ? I couldn't find a trace of equality Work me like a slave while they laid back Homie don't play that It's time I lett'em suffer tha payback I'm tryin to avoid physical contact I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack They got me trapped Chorus [Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down] You know they got me trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] Trapped [uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down] You know they got me trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] Now i'm trapped and want to find a getaway All I need is a 'G' and somewhere safe to stay Can't use tha phone Cause i'm sure someone is tappin in Did it before Ain't scared to use my gat again I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant But now he's tha devils friend Too late to be tellin' him He shot first and i'll be damned if I run away Homie is done away I should of put my gun away I wasn't thinkin' all I heard was tha ridicule Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin "Damn homies is dissin you" I fired my weapon Started steppin' in tha hurricane I got shot so I dropped Feelin' a burst of pain Got to my feet Couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood Now i'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer Ran through an alley Still lookin' for my getaway Coppers said Freeze, or you'll be dead today Trapped in a corner Dark and I couldn't see tha light Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life What do I do ? Live my life in a prison cell I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell They got me trapped Chorus [Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down] They got me trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] Trapped [uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down] You know they got me trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] Trapped more free lyrics |
8. _ Rebel of the Underground
Rebel.. rebel.. REBEL Rebel.. rebel.. [2Pac] They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain from a man like me, who goes against the grain Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble Hey Mister! It's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel Cold as the devil Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level They came to see the maniac psychopath The critics heard of me, and the aftermath I don't give a damn and it shows And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes So they all know me The lyrical lunatic, the maniac emcee I give a shout out to your homies And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G On the streets or on TV It just don't pay to be, a truth tellin MC They won't be happy till I'm banned The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man So point blank in your face, pump up the bass and join the human race I throw peace to the Bay Cause from the Jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way You know you gotta love the sound It's from the rebel -- the rebel of the underground Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground (4X) [2Pac] Now I'm face to face with the devils Cause they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto And police brutality shit it put you in the nip and call it technicality So you reap what you sow So reap the wrath of the rebel, jackin em up once mo' Now the fox is in the henhouse, creepin up on your daughter While you sleep I got her sneakin out Tupac ain't nuttin nice I'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I'm gonna Now I'm up to no good The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could So sit and slip into the sound Peep the rebel -- the rebel of the underground Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground (4X) [2Pac] They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down I guess they scared of the rebel -- the rebel of the underground But I never let it get me I just make another record bout the punks tryin to sweat me In fact, they tryin to keep me out Try to censor what I say cause they don't like what I'm talkin bout So what's wrong with the media today? Got brothers sellin out cause they greedy to get paid But me, I'm comin from the soul And if it don't go gold, my story still gettin told And that way they can't stop me And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy It's sloppy, don't even try to I'm a slave to the rhythm, and I'm about to fly through So yo to the people in the ghetto When ya hear the bass flow, go ahead and let go Now everybody wanna gangbang They talkin street slang, but the punks still can't hang They makin records bout violence But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent It kinda make you wanna think about that ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out But 2Pacalpyse is straight down So feel the wrath of the rebel -- the rebel of the underground Tupac is a rebel, rebel of the underground (8X) more free lyrics |
9. _ Crooked
"Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" -> Ice Cube *machine gun fires* "Got him!" -> Dr. Dre [2Pac] A smokin ass nigga robbed me blind I got a tech nine now his smokin ass is mine I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet Comin quickly up the streets, is the punk ass police The first one jumped out and said, "Freeze!" I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please.. Cause cops should mind they business, when we rush Now you're pleadin like a bitch, cause you don't know how to.. hush.. Now back to the smoker that robbed me I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me.. body.. One to the chest, another to his fuckin dome Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone Two very bloody bodies on the streets A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me Run from your backup punk, how you figure? My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass niggaz [Pac] Crooked ass niggaz [Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour [Cube] Suddenly I see.. [Eazy] Cri-cri-criminal [Stretch] Now listen to the mack of the crooked nigga trade With the fine criminal mind, cold rips like a blade It's already quick steppin to the niggaz with the props and any motherfucker with the flim-flam drops to the knot Ten o'clock, is a motherfuckin gank move Stretch is Uptown, clockin weight the shit is real smooth A nigga's tryin to play me like he know me but he don't Sittin on ten keys, I'ma get him, think I won't? My nigga 2Pac, got the fuckin Glock cocked, and he's ready When the kid, didn't even bring the weight bag, instead he welcomed us, into his apartment Oh this even better, two to the head, he's dead a clean get-a-WAY! Niggaz got PAID! And yet another sleepin ass nigga got slayed, word up By a crooked motherfucker named Stretch And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch.. [Pac] The crooked ass niggaz [Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. [Pac] Yeah.. ya don't stop! Crooked ass niggaz [Eazy] Criminal.. criminal behaviour [Cube] Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like [2Pac] Now I could be a crooked nigga too When I'm rollin with my crew, watch what crooked niggaz, do! I got a nine millimeter Glock pistol I'm ready to get witcha at the drop, of a whistle So make your move, and act like you wanna flip I fire thirteen shots, and pop another clip I bring luck, my Glock's like a fuckin mop The more I shot, the more motherfuckers dropped And even cops got shot when they rolled up Best to bring a knot, or get popped, I'm a soldier I ain't the type to fetch ya, ask Stretch, he's my witness Smoke til I'm blitzed, fuck a motherfuckin piss test I'm trigger happy, try to 'tack me and I'll drop you quick Long as I got a clip I got some shit to hit em with The nigga killer I get iller when the shit gets thick My brain flips, I start thinkin like a lunatic I rip shit, came equipped with a bigger crew I thought these niggaz knew, I'm a crooked nigga too [Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour [2Pac] Crooked [2Pac] Crooked ass niggaz come in all shapes and sizes They wear disguises, backstabbin's what they specialize in They'll try to getcha, they'll sweatcha to get in the picture And then they hitcha, son of a bitch! Now he's richer Crooked ass nigga.. [Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour [Cube] Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like [Eazy] Criminal behaviour Criminal, criminal, crim Crim-criminal behaviour Criminal behaviour, criminal behaviour.. *machine gun fires* "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" -> Ice Cube *machine gun fires* "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" -> Ice Cube *machine gun fires* "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" -> Ice Cube [Eazy] Criminal behaviour Criminal, criminal, crim Crim-criminal behaviour Criminal beha.. crima-crima-crima Crim-crim, criminal behaviour Criminal behaviour.. "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" -> Ice Cube *machine gun fires* "Got him!" -> Dr. Dre "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" -> Ice Cube *machine gun fires* "Got him!" -> Dr. Dre "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" -> Ice Cube *machine gun fires* "Got him!" -> Dr. Dre more free lyrics |
10. _ Tha Lunatic
[Tupac] Ohh shit! Jumped on my man's dick Heard he had a twelve inch, now the bitch is lovesick Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie? Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me Oooh-wee! This is the life New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick Don't try to flip with the lip cause I run shit Hip hip, hooray for the AK Spray when I lay competition, what a great day Make pay, next is the wet sex Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex I'm set, wonder what I tote, check Bloody as a coat-check, snappin motherfuckers necks Revenge so sweet when it comes from niggaz get done with the drum, watch my foes run Nigga keeps comin when they can't slip Full of that shit, another hit from Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah, fuck that God! Word up Blowin niggaz out the motherfuckin frame yaknahmsayin? Constantly.. fuck that trick, we ain't havin it [Tupac] Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this It's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las Cause I'm nothin nice and, I'm icin like Tyson I'm grippin the mic and, my DJ is slicin I'm tired of motherfuckers steppin to me with the SAME OLD Tryin to do me like Nintendo How the fuck you think I ever got this far? By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC Think crack had you fiendin, wait'll they get a load of me Bitches on my dick, like a motherfuckin 'conda Niggaz wanna flip, let em step, and I'll bomb em See somethin you want, why don't you come and get it And then get waxed and taxed, like the government Then I leave you sittin there, wonder where your money went While your bitch is callin me, tellin me to come again Nigga I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indo But we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window That's what you provoked, and now you're smoked out Lookin like a bitch, cause your whole fuckin posse, broke out Punk motherfucker couldn't roll on He couldn't hold on, game is too strong, nigga Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this Feel the wrath.. and revenge of Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah Tu', tell them motherfuckers, word up We ain't havin it, NONE of that shit!! Bitch ass niggaz, niggaz can't fuck with us Tu', word up Ninety-one, we takin this WHOLE motherfucker over Niggaz got PROBLEMS in ninety-one Ninety-two, and ninety-three and all that other shit, word up! [Tupac] Recognize game when it smacks your bitch I'm back to rip Puttin this on the map with this mackin shit Time will tell if it's made well Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther I'm funky, that's word to the father Act like you know 'fore I thump, the bolo Thought you was a pimp, now you're simpin for my solo Oh no, not another new jack, swearin that he's ruthless Ducked, and now he's fucked and left toothless I can hear the fear in your flow, you ain't prepared You're scared and you're bound to go It's somethin, I guess I let the beat keep bumpin Stop trippin off these niggaz cause they ain't about nuttin Or should I say NAYthin Punk put my tape in, fuck all the fake-in I'm sick of the bullshit Come equipped and get ready to rip or get the dick of Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Ahhhh yeah! FUCK THAT! (the motherfuckin lunatic) YouknowhatI'msayin? Yes Tu'! Tell them niggaz what time it is knahmsayin? (punk motherfuckers, get the dick of the lunatic) Niggaz can't fuck with us, word up Bitch ass niggaz, FUCK EM! [Tupac] Fuck all them niggaz I'm tellin these niggaz that they ain't got.. NAYthin on a nigga like me We squashin these punk motherfuckers in ninety-one ninety-two ninety-three.. and SO on So let the beat FLOAT on While I spray these PUNK BITCHES with these dope ass lyrics Thanks to Poppa for supplyin the DANK Now it's money in the BANK And all y'all niggaz shit STANK compared to this shit.. Fuck y'all punk bitches! Tha' Lunatic * echoes to fade * more free lyrics |
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