2pacalypse Now

[AJtheOne]

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on the streets is a delusion
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Shot up or shot down with the bullet that he bought
Nine millimeter kickin' thinkin' about what the streets do to me
Cause they never talk peace in the black community
All we know is violence, do the job in silence
Walk the city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
Too many brothers daily heading for the big pen
nikkas comin' out worse-off than when they went in
Over the years I done alot of growin' up
Gettin 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 get 'em, I'll hit 'em with the 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 the uzi
They got me trapped....

They got me trapped
Can barely walk the city streets
Without a cop harrassing me, searching me
Then asking my identity
Hands up, throw me up against the wall
Didn't do a thing at all
I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall
Cuffed up throw me on the concrete
Coppers try to kill me
But they didn't know this was the wrong street
Bang bang, count another casualty
But it's a cop who's shot for his brutality
Who do you blame? It's a shame because the man's slain
He got caught in the chains of his own game
How can I feel guilty after all the 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 let 'em suffer the payback
I'm tryin to avoid physical contact
I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
They got me trapped



Now I'm trapped and want to find a getaway
All I need is a 'G' and somewhere safe to stay
Can't use the phone
Cause I'm sure someone is tappin in
Did it before
Ain't scared to use my gat again
I look back in hindsight the fight was irrelevant
But now he's the 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 the ridicule
Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin "Damn homies is dissin you"
I fired my weapon
Started steppin' in the 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 the light
Thoughts in my mind was the 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

 

[HendriX]

props to the homie op for representin' pac on here..keep it up breh

2pacalypse has that young pac voice..before ALL the drama..he had different flows, different topics..shiit is a classic but not a perfect album.

top 5
1. words of wisdom
2. brendas got a baby
3. young black male
4. souljas story
5. trapped

 

[AJtheOne]

I Don't Give a fukk

I Don't Give a fukk
They done pushed me to my limit, I'm all in
I might blow up any minute, did it again
And now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cop's bragging about the nikka he's jackin'
I see no justice, all I see is nikkas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast, then watch the hearse pass
Just another day in the life, G
Gotta step lightly, cause cops tried to snipe me
The cabs, they don't wanna stop for a brother, man
But damn near have an accident to pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my check
I get more respect from the mothafukking dope man
The Grammy's and American Music shows
They pimp us like hoes, take our dough, but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shyt
And fukk trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
The way they see it, we was meant to be kept down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me there'd be days like this
But I'm pissed, cause it stays like this
And now they're trying to ship me off to Kuwait?
Give me a break, how much shyt can a nikka take?
I ain't going nowhere no how
Bush wanna throw down?
Better bring the gun, pal
Cause this is the day we make 'em pay
fukk bailing hay, I would've spray with an AK
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nikka bigger from the mothafukkin' underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clock's going tick and I'm sick of the bullshyt
You're watching the makings of a psychopath
But you sit and laugh before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who do you think?! A mothafukking 90's nikka
Ready to buck and rip shyt up, I had enough!
(Yeah) And I just Don't Give a fukk

 

[Juggalo Fred]

someone 1 starred this thread? wow.

 

[Ku$h Parker]

Classic album... Fukk wut anybody else say

Distorted voice Pac was always my fave,I wish hed stick wit it a lil longer

 

[AJtheOne]

someone 1 starred this thread? wow.

just ignore him, he's just some lame troll

 

[FaTaL]

brendas got a baby



even after all this time

 

[MouseTeeth]

lyrically pac is always on point....those early 90s Oakland beats tho

 

[FaTaL]

lyrically pac is always on point....those early 90s Oakland beats tho

i love that sound

 

[AJtheOne]

I Don't Give a fukk
They done pushed me to my limit, I'm all in
I might blow up any minute, did it again
And now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cop's bragging about the nikka he's jackin'
I see no justice, all I see is nikkas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast, then watch the hearse pass
Just another day in the life, G
Gotta step lightly, cause cops tried to snipe me
The cabs, they don't wanna stop for a brother, man
But damn near have an accident to pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my check
I get more respect from the mothafukking dope man
The Grammy's and American Music shows
They pimp us like hoes, take our dough, but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shyt
And fukk trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
The way they see it, we was meant to be kept down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me there'd be days like this
But I'm pissed, cause it stays like this
And now they're trying to ship me off to Kuwait?
Give me a break, how much shyt can a nikka take?
I ain't going nowhere no how
Bush wanna throw down?
Better bring the gun, pal
Cause this is the day we make 'em pay
fukk bailing hay, I would've spray with an AK
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nikka bigger from the mothafukkin' underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clock's going tick and I'm sick of the bullshyt
You're watching the makings of a psychopath
But you sit and laugh before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who do you think?! A mothafukking 90's nikka
Ready to buck and rip shyt up, I had enough!
(Yeah) And I just Don't Give a fukk

Walked in the store, what's everybody staring at?
They act like they never seen a motherfukker wearing black
Following a nikka and shyt - ain't this a bytch?
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where - but where?
Cause who in the hell cares!
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if he knows that my income
Is more than his pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife-ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mack in fact who's the black jack?
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
While he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as Casanova
And count another quick mill'
I'm getting paid for my trade but I'm still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
As strong as a fukking nine
Mail stacked up, nikkas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your blacks up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Used to come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers: stay strong keep your heads up
They know we fed up; but they just Don't Give a fukk


I gotta give my fukk offs
fukk you to the San Francisco Police Department
fukk you to the Marin County Sheriff's Department
fukk you to the F.B.I
fukk you to the C.I.A
fukk you to the B-U-S-H
fukk you to the Ameri-K-K-Ka
fukk you to all you redneck prejudiced motherfukkers
That wanna fukk with me, fukk y'all!
Punk gay sensitive little dikk b*stards
2Pacalypse motherfukkerin' Now
Y'all can all kiss my ass and suck my dikk
And my Uncle Tommy's balls
fukk y'all
Punks




the other dude's verse on I don't give a fukk was nice too
nikka, it ain't just the blacks
It's also a gang of motherfukkers dressed in blue slacks
They say nikkas hang in packs and they attitudes is shytty
So tell me, who's the biggest gang of nikkas in the city?
They say we nikkas like to do nikkas
So me an' a cop are just two nikkas
A street walking nikka and a beat walking nikka
With a badge, I end his future and his past
With a blast take his cash before I dash I bash his head in
Dump him at the dead end and that's just his luck
Cause a nikka like P, don't really give a fukk

 

[intilectual recipricol]

not a single bad song on this joint... whole shyt is like

 

[JahFocus CS]

Massively underrated album.

 

[The_Hillsta]

Man...I gotta stress to yall how SERIOUS the muthafukkin music was that year alone. Bruh, cats like Pac, Cube, PE was speakin the gospel to US, he was one of US. ALLLLLL the shyt we was growin up in. The music was hittin our souls, male and female. The music was in the MAINSTREAM. Muthafukkaz LOVED Pac in the Bay. Before the trial, East n West stan wars, before Death Row n Suge. Muthafukkaz came to school with signed 2Pacalypse now tapes and t shirts from the video shoot. Had local kids all up in the Brenda's Got A Baby video. ALL the singles from this album got CONSTANT, all day radio play.

The music was so powerful at the time and how the youth was feelin....Potnas gettin killed in junior high, police, shyt, just tryna make it to the muthafukkin 9th grade Violent, Soulja's Story, Words Of Wisdom....


Trapped, Brenda's Got A Baby, When My Homies Call......

"Sayin that we cousins, knowin that we wasn't"



POWERFUL music breh. Why some of us black folk ride so hard for the 90's on this site bruh

 

[Nomad1]

Man...I gotta stress to yall how SERIOUS the muthafukkin music was that year alone. Bruh, cats like Pac, Cube, PE was speakin the gospel to US, he was one of US. ALLLLLL the shyt we was growin up in. The music was hittin our souls, male and female. The music was in the MAINSTREAM. Muthafukkaz LOVED Pac in the Bay. Before the trial, East n West stan wars, before Death Row n Suge. Muthafukkaz came to school with signed 2Pacalypse now tapes and t shirts from the video shoot. Had local kids all up in the Brenda's Got A Baby video. ALL the singles from this album got CONSTANT, all day radio play.

The music was so powerful at the time and how the youth was feelin....Potnas gettin killed in junior high, police, shyt, just tryna make it to the muthafukkin 9th grade Violent, Soulja's Story, Words Of Wisdom....


Trapped, Brenda's Got A Baby, When My Homies Call......

"Sayin that we cousins, knowin that we wasn't"



POWERFUL music breh. Why some of us black folk ride so hard for the 90's on this site bruh

the goat was 20 in that vid . When I was 20 I wasnt shyt

 

[Nomad1]

of course god shamgods fakkit ass 1 stars the thread c00n