2Pac - Road To Glory Lyrics

2Pac - Road To Glory Lyrics:

My road to glory is filled with thorns
Fluent thoughts from my brain and I train to remain strong
They said I couldn’t do it
Lock me in chains til I
My struggles closer to the pain of a trained killer
Please believe that I’ll never be shamed again
But can I be the next heavyweight champion?
Call me crazy but no one can fade me
I’m the product of the projects
Lost and crazy
Throw your hands up Mr. Bruno, why?
Big Mike Tyson bout to brutalize that ass tonight
No hesitation in front of the whole nation
I beat that ass so bad I probably violate probation
Through demonstration as I strategize information
Intend to kill so it’s real like I’m catching cases
Ha-ha
Let the world know I plan to die
If I don’t leave with what I came for I’ll be denied
[Chorus]
Now, my first round is for the times that I sit in this cell
The second round is for the media and the lies they tell
My third round is for the pain that I felt inside
Best recognize I won’t be denied, when we ride
My first round is for the times that I sit in this cell
The second round is for the media and the lies they tell
My third round is for the pain that I felt inside
Best recognize I won’t be denied, when we ride
(repeated)

2Pac - Watch Ya Mouth Lyrics

2Pac - Watch Ya Mouth Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
You heard it wrong nigga, ain’t nothing sweet about my techniques
you checkin’ for my breathless quotes I wrote deadly
My history so thoroughly involves destruction
niggaz left with their ass bleedin’, lyrical f-cking
Open up, first to bust, let me see your heart
turn the lights down, cause I might clown in the dark
When I check for the Heartz of Men what do we find?
niggaz watchin’ for my pockets, planning plots on mine
Am I blind? Let my rhymes speak, for me in history
a legend you define me
Don Makaveli bitch bow down to Death Row
F-ck what you say we untouchable now that we done shook Doc Dre
He ain’t made a beat in six years, swear he the shit
Won’t get no record sales suckin’ Nas dick
Let me get my preach on nigga drop the beat, I get my freak on
The wrong one for you to speak on
Motherf-cker watch ya mouth
[Verse 2]
Look I heard Nas got beef cause I’m dissin’ his clique, cool
come bring your ass nigga you can get dissed
I worldwide steady war rappin’,
Get your cash on nigga, five times platinum
What’s that?
De-La got a problem with this hard shit
ever since “me myself and I”, y’all been garbage
I’m gonna keep it real, show you how it feels to ride
Y’all went three feet and stopped risin’
Wendy Williams is a fat bitch, that’s the truth
I got a jar full of niggas nuts that’s for you
Let the Westside Eastside drama seize
I’ll come alone to your own streets, Outlaw
Prepare for panic when I unleash
Niggas is lucky if they leave here in one piece
Queen Puff never had no heart to start
So how the hell Biggie Smalls get the part?
Watch ya mouth
[Verse 3]
What I bring to you is hard core, the very essence of my poetry
Dyslexic so you backward ass niggas will notice me
The only G to bleed for the shit I bring
And swing hard on motherf-ckers that’s my thing
Vocally I’m pure so you O.D. tryin’ to throw me
Don’t get ya life took tryin’ to run with ya homies, y’all know me
Same nigga so quick to blast
On this worldwide mash, trying to get some cash
Holla my name and the game will follow
Wait and I’ll murder these snakes tomorrow
Bunch of washed up jealous ass punk though
Quit bullshitting Pac, flip the promo
Makaveli rise, all you niggas die when I come
I’ll do some fly shit and be done
They say Pac ain’t got love for the eastside
You a lying motherf-cker, nigga we ride
Watch ya mouth

2Pac & Nas - And 2Morrow (D-Ace Remix) Lyrics

2Pac & Nas - And 2Morrow (D-Ace Remix) Lyrics:

[Nas: Verse 1]

I was young, I was surviving the times

Waiting for my moment, I was destined to shine

Little Ray had an NXX, I was hoping I'm next

Wanting bracelets, never had a rope on my neck

Unless I was holding Taiyeh chain, Rest In Peace

Even though that night you flipped on us

You warned us

If you came back and we still on the corners,

We goners, moving on to

Move your arm in your watch

To another time on the block

'Cause this 40 Side Where they said Shorty rhyme

Tragedy, he used to come through all the time

I'm talking Juice Crew, not what the word define

He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine

That was my first crush, I bought my first mic

I wrote my first verse, I was about nine

I was about mine, fantasize house-buying

Met Paul, he wore some big glasses

Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived

I was happy, just getting some answers

I ain't even know what a record advance was

I'm seeing hoes sex in the studio bathroom

With rap dudes, thinking wow she moved me

Same girl then, right now's a groupie

Back then, she was like the star in the movie

Large jewelry and expensive Gucci

Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me

Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie

Eric B man looking like touch-it-he-shoot-me

You see, every time Ra didn't show

I get to record demos at attempts to blow

I wonder could they tell, how did they know

Sixteen years later, here I go

[Chorus]

[Nas: Verse 2]

I'm with Akinyele in the street, trying to get us a deal

G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold Chill

But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we wanted

Clark Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us

Russell said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted

Reef and Matty C offered me a little money

Shit a little funny, feel a little laughter

Rebel of Hip-Hop coming through a white rapper

My boy MC Serch nevertheless

Took me to Columbia, back then CBS

Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man

Now bugging because the label had just dropped Def Jam

Could you picture Russell needing a check, man

But he smart, he plotted a plan for Polygram

Life is ill, again life's a movie

Then, the roster's: Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees

Before I sold records, no promotion

The rap world like, what's all this commotion

Went plat', mad bottles I'm toasting

20/20 hindsight, but how did they know then

[Chorus]

[2Pac: Verse 3]

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 & 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 & let 'em deal the brothers

give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other

It's time to fight back that's what Huey said

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 instead 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

[Nas: Verse 4]

Invincible, lyrical, miracle man, huh

But back to the matter at hand

'Cause ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five

Some cats didn't make it alive

Dated some stars but respect their privacy

Copped mad cars, laying back in the driver's seat

Held myself down, just steering the wheel

Here I am, completed my whole record deal

2Pac, Busta Rhymes, Notorious BIG, Diddy - Military Minds Lyrics

2Pac, Busta Rhymes, Notorious BIG, Diddy - Military Minds Lyrics:

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Intro:

One, one two
Check me out right here yo

[Verse 1: The Notorious BIG]

In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of *satan*, they say my killins too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, m to the iz-h phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike
Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me castro, my rap flows
Militant, yall faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, frank white

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? [2x]
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
[repeat all 2x]

[Verse 2: Tupac Shakur]

Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme [echo]
Introduce a drug called crack
To us ghetto teens [echo]
Got a law for raw niggas now
Playa what it be like? [echo]
When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo]
Can't seem to focus
Hopeless
With violent thoughts
I wrote this
Got these devils petrified
Hiding from my hocus pocus
And so I learned to earn my currency
And over time [echo]
Affiliated
Clearly click a military mind [echo]
May god forgive us
Though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealing
From the womb to the block [echo]
My live mind got me surviving 5 shots [echo]
My 45 got me fortified with live rounds
When shit stick
We plot hits
When our block spits
All hail
Out on bail
Wrath of 2pacalypse [echo]
Forever ghetto
Necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw thug niggas
Never left the boot camp

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? [2x]
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
[repeat all 2x]


[Verse 3: puff daddy]

Put your money on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later dog, I'ma get my stash on
there's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion to go platinum
Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone
ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-d, rollin on your tape or cd
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in houston like scarface produced em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be

[Verse 4: The Notorious BIG]

We got the shit, mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, franks the crook from the brook
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, peniro, sheek louch
Black rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, with just mase and em
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the island cayman, yall just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Nother day in the life of the commission

[Chorus fades out]

2pac - The Money Behind The Dreams Ft. Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics

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2pac - If They Love Their Kidz Lyrics

2pac - If They Love Their Kidz Lyrics:

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[Tupac]
If my enemies love their kids
only if my enemies love thier kids
If my enemies love their kids
If my enemies love their kids
only if my enemies love thier kids
Hey, why have drama
n-gga, your baby mama stay right around the corner
I could touch her if I f-cking wanna
so why you want insist on this
i got your name at the top of f-cking dead bitch list
meet Mr Machiavelli’s terror
back of the year, thug of the era
death row and Outlawz, nobody does this sh-t better
my lyrics explode on contact
best prepare for combat
aint no stopping so bomb back
it’s the last days, n-gga’s is dying for bullsh-t
Mac 11 is heavy, yeah I’m ready to pull quick
n-ggas aint ready for a brother thats living major
been waiting (?) muthaf-cker thats spittin’ razors,
when I cut em they cut, when I stick ‘em they stuck
my ambitions to bust, cause I aint giving a f-ck
tore the neighbourhood up, look at all the sh-t that we did
murder’s a life long bitch
if my enemies love they kids
You don’t wanna die
and I don’t wanna kill ya,
keep my name out ya mouth
‘fore a n-gga have to drill ya
all my enemies buggin’ for all the sh-t that they did
don’t make me murder you n-gga
if my enemy’s love their kids
Body’s is wrapped in plastic
look at this, it’s drastic
takes a n-gga with the right automatic to cause static
like a mosberg jumpin, and muthaf-cker’s be jumpin’
play the role of a bitch
like Michael Jackson, wanna be startin’ something
holla at my crew and they perish you through the cherish
got the (?) in my sight
tonight I’m bussin’ off the terrace with multiple gun shots
n-ggas be droppin’ rapidly, bussin’ clip to cops
and bitches running after me tellin I’m high
when they ask why I’m trippin’ out
top of my drop, cause you know why, keep dippin’ on my block
they sell rocks on box with frail cops
and then we buss shots from glocks, f-ck cops
my only fear of death, can you hear me, it’s coming back
had enough of this bullsh-t World so none of that
I felt no remorse for all the sh-t that we did
n-ggas die at any time if my enemy’s love thier kids
[Chorus]
You muthaf-cking right
you n-ggas better wise up
it’s a real muthaf-cking war n-gga
you wanna get with me
how the f-ck you gon get with me
if you got kids muthaf-cker
if my enemies love they kids
I’ma let my lil homeboys ride on you busta muthaf-ckers
cause y’all dont feel me
I don’t even wanna talk no more
losing your life, what for?
facing a young muthaf-cker who puts it down for the dough
get killed in front of your kids
God forbid if it happens
that’s the sh-t I’m on now (?)
gotta survive by myself
but at the same time they rappin’
wont put my gun on the shelf,
it keeps me living like heaven
but when the sh-t jumps I’m ready
cause I already knew
you better get this muthaf-cker before we come get you
deep i my heart I think this sh-ts bout to pop any moment
tryna do me like my parents but I’m a tougher opponent.
This n-gga scared
Must investagate all I’m prepared
for all the drama, you said
for all them n-ggas you feared
you f-cking busta, busta
Let the evil or the money trap you and thats life at you
every second we coming at you
and you the last one
When L-rock is trying cast on ya
Cuz a Young Rida who would die,
pump up and blast on the thug past you
Blastin on enemies passing
giggling when they should have been figuring who would be the last one, laughing while I switch your wig
I gotta ask ya’ll something
don’t you muthaf-ckers got kids
[End]