كلمات اغاني 2pac

“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!

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“Holla If Ya Hear Me”
Aww yeah, uhh, uhh
Holla if ya hear me, yeah![Verse One]
Here we go, turn it up, let’s start
From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
And the punk police can’t fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up
Cause it’s time to make the payback fat
To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won’t turn the other cheek
In case ya can’t see us while we burn the other week
Now we got him in a smash, blast
How long will it last ’til the po’ gettin mo’ cash
Until then, raise up!
Tell my young black males, blaze up!
Life’s a mess don’t stress, test
I’m givin but be thankful that you’re livin, blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen
See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in
Once again it’s an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back
Cause in the alleys out in Cali I’ma tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn’t help ya
Scream, if ya feel me; see it clearly?
You’re too near me –

[Chorus]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Hard!” .. “Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Hard!” .. “Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Hard!” .. “Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”

[Verse Two]
Pump ya fists like this
Holla if ya hear me – PUMP PUMP if you’re pissed
To the sell-outs, livin it up
One way or another you’ll be givin it up, huh
I guess cause I’m black born
I’m supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
But it’s time for a new plan, BAM!
I’ll be swingin like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don’t stop
To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops
I’m still around for ya
Keepin my sound underground for ya
And I’ma throw a change up
Quayle, like you never brought my name up
Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets
They fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps
This ain’t just a rap song, a black song
Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin ’til other brothers bubble –

[Chorus]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Hard!” .. “Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Hard!” .. “Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Hard!” .. “Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!

[Verse Three]
Will I quit, will I quit?
They claim that I’m violent, but still I keep
representin, never give up, on a good thing
Wouldn’t stop it if we could it’s a hood thing
And now I’m like a major threat
Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
Bring the noise, to all my boyz
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me
Learn to survive in the nine-tre’
I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to live and stand
Cause nobody else’ll give a damn
So we live like caged beasts
Waitin for the day to let the rage free
Still me, till they kill me
I love it when they fear me –

[Chorus]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Hard!” .. “Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Hard!” .. “Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Hard!” .. “Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”

[2Pac] You’re too near me, to see it clearly

[repeat 4x]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Hard!” .. “Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”

[repeat 2X]
“Hard!” .. “Tellin you to hear it, the rebel” – P.E.
“Tellin you to hear it..”

“Hard!” .. “The rebel”
“Hard!” .. “The rebel”

[repeat 12X to fade]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
“Hard!” .. “The rebel”

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“Bury Me A G”

Thug Life

Thinkin’ back
reminiscing on my teens
a young G
getten’ paid over dope fiends
fuckin’ off cash that I make
nigga, what’s tha sense of workin hard
if you never get tp play
i’m hustlen’
stayin’ out till it’s dawn
and commin’ home
at 6 o’clock in tha mornin’
hand’s on my glock
eye’s on tha prize
finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides
shootin’ craps
bustin’ niggas out tha door
pick my money off tha floor
god bless tha tre-four
stuck on full, drunk again
sippin’ on Gin
with a couple of friends
sayin’ those thug life niggas be like major pimps
stickin’ to tha rules is what made it simp
and if I die
let it be
but when they come for me
bury me a G

[Chorus x2 — Tupac]

I ain’t got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won’t worry me
mama don’t cry
bury me a G

More Trouble than tha average
just made 25 and i’m livin’ like a savage
bein a G ain’t no easy thing
cause you could fuck around get crossed
and get stuck in tha game
and for tha rest of your life you will sit and remineise
wonder why it had to end like this
and to tha G’s you can feel my pain
till tha mothafuckas gets born again

you thought I was a game kid
i’m not tha nigga for playin games
I let my buckshots rang
when I pull tha trigga on my gauge
i’m on tha rampage
makin’ runs for tha devil
ain’t nothin’ on my mind
will get me in some trouble
i’m tryin to ride
no more loves
for me hard to figure
get a nigga, smoke a blunt
Or is a jury starts (break that shit)
I gives a fuck nigga
stuck outta luck
when I bust
pull me to my death
but i’m a G to tha enemy

[Chorus x2 — Tupac]

I ain’t got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won’t worry me
mama don’t cry
bury me a G

[Stretch]

I got nothen’ ta loose so I choose to be a killer
went from bangin’ ta slangin’
now i’m a dope dealer
all my life payed tha price to be tha boss
back in school
wrote tha rules on getten’ tossed
poppin’ rocks on tha block was a past time
pack a 9 all the time
you wanna test mine ?
don’t cry
I die before they play me
from tha cradle to tha grave
bury me

Straight Thug G
kickin’ it with tha homies in tha hood
getten’ drunk, smokin’ blunts
a bitch said I was no good
I gives a fuck
I spend my time in tha dope spot
never had no time for no bitch
instead slangin’ rocks
and bustin’ caps on you punk ass marcs
fake ass G’s
bitch niggas with no heart
i’m stayin’ real till i’m 6 feet deep
so when a nigga gone
bury me a G

[Chorus x2 — Tupac]

I ain’t got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won’t worry me
mama don’t cry
Bury Me a G

[Tupac]

Stuck on Full
Tangaray got a nigga high
lord knows I don’t need another DUI
I led a Thug Life
heartless hustler
just cause I fucked
don’t mean I trust her
now my pagers vibratin’
can’t sleep
so i’m mobbin’ to tha ho’s house
pumpin’ Isely
Is it cool ta fuck is what i’m askin
Bitch recognize game and start laughen
when i’m all in those guts and shit
prayin’ that a nigga don’t nut too quick
cause i’ll fuck and get up and let ya know
i’ll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho
lots a ho’s get mad and shit
I let a trick be a trick
you can have that bitch
cause I doubt if I change
tha games a mothafucker
real niggas turn ta bustas
Bury Me a G

[Chorus x6 — Tupac]

I ain’t got time for bitches
Gotta Keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won’t worry me
Mama don’t cry
bury me a G

I ain’t got time for bitches — bitches

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“If I Die 2Nite”
A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once[Verse One]
They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfuckers ‘fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G’s
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold
But y’all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I’m sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn’t raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn’t reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I’m duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I’m clutchin my glock
Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight

[Chorus]
If I die tonight [repeat 3X]
“Tonight’s the night I get in some shit” – [Dr. Dre]

[Verse Two]
Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done
Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse
He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistol posse’s usin deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain’t a thing changed
I’m seein cemetary photos of my peers
Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfuckers ‘fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I’m forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don’t shed a tear for me nigga I ain’t happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Motherfuckers don’t understand, if I die tonight

[Chorus]

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“Ambitionz Az A Ridah”
[1] – [2Pac singing in background 2X]
I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can’t do nuttin to a G(Let’s get ready to ruuumbllle!!)

[1] – [2Pac speaking over background]
Now you know how we do it like a G
What really go on in the mind of a nigga
that get down for theirs
Constantly, money over bitches

[2] – [2Pac singing in background starts to overlap/repeat]
I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
Police bustin at me
I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at me

I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah..

[2] – [2Pac speaking over background]
Not bitches over money
Stay on your grind nigga
My ambitions as a ridah!
My ambitions as a ridah!

[2Pac]
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was, “Fuck it,” cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot, and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, “Go to the tele hoe”
Equipped with money and a Benz, cause bitch I’m barely broke
I’m smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game’s tight, the feeling’s mutual
From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up
I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us
I’m on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil’, so I’m wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!)
I’ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it’s manditory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it’s on and it’s on because I said so
Can’t trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me
These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention
to my amibitions as a ridah

[Chorus: 2Pac]

[singing] I won’t deny it, I’ma straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
[singing] My ambitions as a ridah
[singing] Got the police bustin at me
But they can’t do nuttin to a G

[Tupac]
(I won’t deny it, I’ma straight ridah)
Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise
above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise
When it’s time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the
nine
I’m ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!)
That’s what they screamin as they drill me, but I’m hard to kill
So open fire, I see you kill me (that’s all you niggaz got?) witness my
steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
I’d rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed
Mama come rescue me I’m suicidal thinkin thoughts
I’m innocent, so there’ll be bullets flyin when I’m caught
(Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won’t get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
When it’s time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave

Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

[Chorus]

[Tupac]
My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I’m back my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds
niggaz’ll feel the fire of my mother’s corrupted seed
Blast me but they didn’t finish, (buck buck buck buck buck)
didn’t diminish my powers
so now I’m back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards
That’s why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I’m back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I contemplate the way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that’s legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I’ll have these motherfuckers buried (I been)
gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it
Knowin when I get out, they gon’ feel it
Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside
the cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history’ll prove I been it
Revenge on them niggaz that played me,
and all the cowards that was down widdit
Now it’s yo’ nigga right beside ya
Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention
to my ambitions as a ridah

[Chorus 2.5X]