Drop ya favorite tupac Quote or verse or lyric

[Danktoker94]

Drinking on gin, smokin on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my nikkaz, that's dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
Cause I'm losin all my homies and I worry
I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this"
Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzed
We had plans of bein big time G's
Rolling in marked cars, movin them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get to' down for my nikkaz in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin big and strong
and I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home and
the years sure fly with the quickness
You do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' business
That's the way it's supposed to be
Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shyt for me
Homie, I can remember scrapin back to back
Throwin dogs on them suckers runnin up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a nikka miss ya
Pour out some liquor!

 

[Gangstar8]

The Keep Ya Head Up comment got me like

the disrespect.

That bytch straight killed 2pac

 

[Cadillac]

To me its hard to tell what you really want
Quit acting mean to me
You teasing me the way you flaunt
But you aint hearing me
Sincerely Im so attracted pictures of target practice
Making love on my mattress visions getting graphic
So realistic you could grab it Its a proven fact
Baby gotta have it
My love making quite magic
Trix is for kids bunny rabbit
Let a man have it
But youd be satisfied if you tried my habit
High performance hard to handle
Thinking in the bubble bath while Im burning candles
Sex me like the slow song
If fukking you is bad baby then Im so wrong
My feelings so strong
I keep staring like you cant see me
I never planned a scam my thoughts ran freely
There's no need to be paranoid
Aint nothing popping
I aint worried bout your man baby girl cause Im just watching

2pac - Just Watching

Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness
I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness
Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nikka snitch
Should I shoot his bytch, or make the nikka rich?
Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shyt to win it
Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too fukkin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
nikkaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bytch, and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers
And fukk five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners

Verse 2
Dear mama, these cops don't understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell, is 16 as well
It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell
I shouldn'ta let him catch me
Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate's raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his a$$hole gettin torn
They made me an animal
Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, nikkaz countin cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row


verse 3

Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today's my final day, I'm countin every breath
I'm bitter cause I'm dyin, so much I haven't seen
I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shyt
And they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher's there for me
He's a crook with a book, that motherfukker never cared for me
He's only here to be sure
I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin
on the poor, and how can these people judge me?
They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me
I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
to keep a nikka in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin motherfukkers
Steer clear of these Aryan motherfukkers
Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot up
I'm convinced self-defense is the way
Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
I wish I woulda known while I was out there
Now I'm straight headin for the chair

 

[Yehuda]

Might not be the most "lyrical", but i'd be damned if it's not the most powerful.


I don't see how any black man can hate Pac.He was like the culmination of our painful existence in this country.The aftermath of the Black Liberation Movement of the 60's, the drug/gang infested 80's, the times called for a nicca like Pac to be born.Nobody fused those decades together and mirrored the times like Pac did.Not saying he's the only one, but I think that "wave" was more concentrated through him.He had a higher sense of awareness and understanding.The fact that his mom is a woman who many call the most intelligent/strongest woman they ever met, you get that Mary/Jesus dynamic.He was brought through Afeni for a purpose.Her extraordinary intelligence groomed him into becoming a master expressionist.A young prodigy for the emotional weight he balanced through his music.He felt like "The One" his generation needed the most.


Even the staunchest "Anti-Pac" nicca would be forced to put aside the hate for a brief sec after hearing those bars

 

[Danie84]

Wait, all of Pac's Quotes/BARZ are my favorite

...My every move is a Calculated Step to bring me closer to embrace an Early Death
First one to pop in my head, tho

 

[MooseMouthMthafuga]

Wait, all of Pac's Quotes/BARZ are my favorite

...My every move is a Calculated Step to bring me closer to embrace an Early Death
First one to pop in my head, tho

I'm barely standing about to go to pieces screaming PEACE!

 

[33DegreesCantMakeUsFreeze]

Lost in the whirlwind, 96 bonnie and clyde
Me and my girlfriend, doin 85 when we ride
Trapped in this whirlwind, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind

Look 4 Me

Lost in the whirlwind, 96 bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, doin 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind

Look 4 Me


Lost in the whirlwind, 96 bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, doin 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind

Look 4 Me


Lost in the whirlwind, 96 bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend...


Lost in the whirlwind, 96 bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend...
Me and my girlfriend...