He accomplished all of that and didn't even live to see past 25. Just imagine what he'd be doin' nowlet them clowns yap about that ballerina shyt. The goat embraced his skills
. Rap, poetry, acting, ballet....That's our multi-talented goat.
2pacalypse Now
- Thread starter AJtheOne
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And for nikkaz on that "Pac was an actor & ballerina" bullshyt, has your favorite rapper spoke on social issues at any age, but in this instance, a young age? Has your favorite rapper shot at police officers for injustice.
I'll wait
But Im quite sure them bytch nikkaz haven't
No but my favorite rapper also has not been responsible for the death of a six year old with a gun registered in their name .....
AJtheOne
Nets/Giants/Yankees
Last time I checked he didn't shoot the gun, nor did he kill that kid or have him killed
You have it like he called a hit on the lil boy. It was a bad situation but you can't put the blame solely on Pac
Pac>>>>>>>your fav rapper
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reserved_one
#Ambivertgang
Soulja's Story is my all-time favorite Pac song...Only Pain comes close. Always loved the storytelling on that song
Not one of his best works but I always preferred the young angst Pac because of his rawness
Not one of his best works but I always preferred the young angst Pac because of his rawness
DJ Mart-Kos
All Star
It's an average album to me.
Def not bad for that time.
Def not bad for that time.
Nomad1
Tupac KONY and GOAT
pac didnt kil no boy
you must have reading difficulties. i never said he killed a boy...i said he was responsible for his death...which is a fact....if you had asked him he would admit it himself....
It was Pac's gun..but his fukkboy brother mopreme fumbled it and the shiit went off
he also paid the family 300k.
yes i know this. i hope that the money he gave them cured everything that happened...
Nomad1
Tupac KONY and GOAT
How was he responsible? Some random Marin City nikkas that had beef with Pac confronted him first. Members of his entourage fired the gun and it accidentally hit the kid. It wasn't Pac's fault.
AJtheOne
Nets/Giants/Yankees
Hard like an erection
Young black male
Ain't shyt to fool with
Yes nikkas ... yes nikkas ... yes nikkas
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat cause guys wanna jack
And fukk going to jail
Cause I ain't a crook, despite how I look
I don't sell ya, yo
They judging a brother like covers on books
Follow me into a flow
I'm sure you know, which way to go
I'm hitting 'em out of the doors
So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow
I'm fukking 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 ho
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 nikka 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 nikka 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
AJtheOne
Nets/Giants/Yankees
goat
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 speakin' of, in it Cindi loved to get buckwild
fukk with a smile single file she'll bust enough styles
That would be cool, if she was your lover
But fukk that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother
Welfare checks never stepped through the front door
Cause moms would run to the dopeman once more
All those days, had me fiendin' for a hot meal
Now I'm a crook; I steal, I do not feel
So don't even trip, when I flip with my thirty-eight
Revenge is a bytch and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mother, I'm touched
When moms come by, nikkas 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
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 cock
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
Cause 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 no more
Oh no, now I'm a part time mutha
And I change the diapers and clean the shyt
The tables are turned I can't take this
Oh no, now I'm a part time mutha
Now Brenda's belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems to notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with the molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with the two of them are together,
whatever
...the way the GOAT flows that, just makes your Soul burns slow
They don't make Hip-Hop albums like this anymore
And, everything said on his debut, still speaks volumes to this day
But no one seems to notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with the molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with the two of them are together,
whatever
...the way the GOAT flows that, just makes your Soul burns slow
They don't make Hip-Hop albums like this anymore
And, everything
said on his debut, still speaks volumes to this day
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AJtheOne
Nets/Giants/Yankees
I hear Brenda's got a baby
But Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her name
That's not our problem, that's up to Brenda's family
Well let me show you how it affects our whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms
And her dad was a junkie putting death into his arms
It's sad, cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause you're in the ghetto doesn't mean you can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now let's watch the joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who really didn't care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when the check came they got first dibs
Now Brenda's belly is getting bigger
But no one seems to notice any change in her figure
She's twelve years old and she's having a baby
In love with a molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet and she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world where the two of them are together, whatever
He left her and she had the baby solo
She had it on the bathroom floor and didn't know so
She didn't know, what to throw away and what to keep
She wrapped the baby up and threw him in a trash heap
I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries
She didn't realize how much the little baby had her eyes
Now the baby's in the trash heap bawling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her calling
Brenda wants to run away
Momma say, you making me lose pay
The social workers here everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried to sell crack but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothing left to sell
So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell
It's paying the rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, found slain and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby
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AJtheOne
Nets/Giants/Yankees
suddenly I see some nikkas that I don't like
criminal behavior
A smoking-ass nikka robbed me blind
I got a TEC-9 now his smokin ass is mine
I guess I felt sorry for the b*stard, 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 shyt
Catch him on the streets, I'mma bring him to his feet, quick
Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now
fukk the bullshyt, 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 bytch, cause you don't know how to.. hush..
Now back to the smoker that robbed me
I tell you like Latifah, motherfukker give me.. body..
One to the chest, another to his fukkin dome
Now the shyt can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fukk alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A nosey ass cop and a nikka that robbed from me
Run from your backup punk, how you figure?
My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass nikkas
Now I could be a crooked nikka too
When I'm rollin with my crew, watch what crooked nikkas, 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 fukkin mop
The more I shot, the more motherfukkers 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, fukk a motherfukkin 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 shyt to hit em with
The nikka killer I get iller when the shyt gets thick
My brain flips, I start thinkin like a lunatic
I rip shyt, came equipped with a bigger crew
I thought these nikkas knew, I'm a crooked nikka too
criminal behavior
A smoking-ass nikka robbed me blind
I got a TEC-9 now his smokin ass is mine
I guess I felt sorry for the b*stard, 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 shyt
Catch him on the streets, I'mma bring him to his feet, quick
Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now
fukk the bullshyt, 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 bytch, cause you don't know how to.. hush..
Now back to the smoker that robbed me
I tell you like Latifah, motherfukker give me.. body..
One to the chest, another to his fukkin dome
Now the shyt can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fukk alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A nosey ass cop and a nikka that robbed from me
Run from your backup punk, how you figure?
My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass nikkas
Now I could be a crooked nikka too
When I'm rollin with my crew, watch what crooked nikkas, 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 fukkin mop
The more I shot, the more motherfukkers 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, fukk a motherfukkin 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 shyt to hit em with
The nikka killer I get iller when the shyt gets thick
My brain flips, I start thinkin like a lunatic
I rip shyt, came equipped with a bigger crew
I thought these nikkas knew, I'm a crooked nikka too