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[bigbadbossup2012]

They got me mobbin like I'm
Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfukkin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me
Bust on motherfukkers with a - paaassion
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin
I'm a nuttin drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry b*stards
Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see
And everyday it just a struggle
Steady thuggin' in the streets
And i'll be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nikka from the gutta,
With a mother on drugs
I'm kickin dust up
Ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
Until they kill me
I'll be livin this life
I know you feel me
There's So Much Pain

 

[bigbadbossup2012]

[2Pac]
Somebody wake me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen
Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to fukk her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion
Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass
Look how it began, nobody gave a fukk about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus
will a nikka live or die, cause the Lord can't see us
in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own
on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man he's a mind reader, keep my nine heater
All the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed nikka
That Hennessey'll keep me keyed nikka
Everywhere I go nikkaz holla at me, "Keep it real G"
And my reply til they kill me
Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise

 

[bigbadbossup2012]

Well I roll with a crew of zoo nikkaz
They're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do nikkaz
Comin through like I'm two nikkaz, a true nikka fukk a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pass that brew nikka
I'm drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy
Lookin for a new face to skeeze me
Everybody's lookin for a nut but I'm searchin for the big bucks
Give a fukk, rather die than be stuck
in a one-room shack, and, kickin back
Daydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh)
So how's that from the mind of a Thug nikka
Bought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger
Figure the first motherfukker to jump'll find hisself
gettin swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms, word to the motherfukkin trigger
Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug nikka

 

[bigbadbossup2012]

I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I'm stressin keep a vest for protection
from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my nikkaz in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothin seperatin us from a mack 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
Straight soldier, buckin at them bustaz
No matter how you try nikkaz never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
See me strikin down the block hittin co'ners
Mobbin like a motherfukker livin like I wanna
Ain't no stoppin at the red lights - I'm sideways
Thug Life motherfukker criiime pays
Let the cops put they lights on - chase me nikka
Zig-zaggin through the freeway - race me nikka
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfukker that you ever saw, I'm livin raw
'til they bury me don't worry me, I'm high
Livin like I ain't afraid to die (hahaha)
And you could walk a mile in my shoes
and you'd be crazy too

 

[bigbadbossup2012]

Money and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown
nikkaz in low-lows, pursuin mo' hoes, then go home
The life of a California star, and when you see me
in the drop-top Jag', how many nikkaz wanna be me?
Game is automatic, manditory I sell
To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
Cause when you gettin some riches, watch for dumb bytches
They have you labelled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin
It's a mean world nikka you strapped, must be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo
Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?
Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic
I dissapear whenever heated, ride whenever needed
for my nikkaz up in Clinton gettin weeded
Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die
Supply long as you motherfukkers buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short on duckets
Slappin nikkaz known for tellin bytches fukk-IT in the late night

 

[Danktoker94]

peep it
Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa
some love makin' and homecookin'
i'll see ya later
It don't take alot to keep a nikka hard
must be a lady in tha light
but real freaky in tha dark
plus I got some enemies, baby
hold my pistol
and wrap your arms around a nikka
everytime I kiss you
can you visualize the picture ?
me and you in extasy
don't be upset
it's good sex
when you next to me
do you wanna test me ?
put your tired head on my chest
A Thug nikkas in tha house
now you can rest
I betcha never screamed a nikkas whole name out
and felt tha pleasure and tha pain
about to fukk tha very taste out your mouth
If you call me when you need me
1-800-skypage
when you wanna see me
cause I can be your man
and baby you can be my lady
but you gotta give a nikka space
or you'll drive me crazy
Run tha Streetz....

 

[DPG]

Though I walk through the valley of hell the shadow follows me
Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies
We’d probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet
Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted
And still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me
I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains
Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change
If we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper
Enemies get beside me, flows go deep as Poseidon
When we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded
Time will soon show, a thought can last for years
Outshining all your fake smiles, plastic tears
Like last year, nikkas stuck in the past, and it’s clear
Just some busta ass b*stards allergic to cash this year
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B
Killin bustaz is my motherfukkin job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, nikkas reported missing
My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns

 

[bigbadbossup2012]

fukk it,every verse


[2Pac]
Damn, take a ride, to my block
My block, that's right! Heh
Round my motherfukkin way

[Verse One]
They got a nikka
Sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shyt was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlying cause of my arrest, my life of stress
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
shyt is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto b*stards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us nikkaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nikka is when he's clutchin on a four-five
My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
And I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, nikkaz give me props
Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes]
Livin life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still playyyyyy
But on our block we still playyyyyy...

[Verse Two]
Now shyt's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black males livin in hell, when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And in a sense I'm sucidal with this Thug's Life
Stayin strapped forever trapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshyt make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home... on my block

[Chorus] w/ minor variations

[Verse Three]
And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin black life
But I can't blame the dealers
My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
shyt's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin strapped
Fantasies of a nikka livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin focus... on my block

[Chorus] w/ minor variations

[Verse Four]
And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young nikka learned to break, right
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherfukkers ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy nikka slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young nikkaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybod knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nikka change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
For all the nikkaz that I lost to the game... from my block

[Chorus] w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over

[2Pac - speaking over Chorus]
Rest in peace to all the muh'fukkers who passed away
From all the blocks that I'm from
One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?
183rd and Walt, my block, that's right
122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right
Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right
And the Jungle - Marin City, that's my block, that's right
Los Angeles, haha, that's my block too
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure
And all the other blocks around this motherfukker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all nikkaz stay kickin up dust
Represent the motherfukkin block

 

[Danktoker94]

They got a nikka
Shedding tears, reminiscing on my past fears
Cause shyt was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
shyt is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto b*stards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us nikkas on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nikka is when he's clutching on a four-five

 

[bigbadbossup2012]

They got a nikka
Shedding tears, reminiscing on my past fears
Cause shyt was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
shyt is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto b*stards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us nikkas on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nikka is when he's clutching on a four-five

lol look above

 

[WheresWallace]

Where do I start?

I got one that kinda stood out to me.

"Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure
Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers"

This song right here is legit seance music...

"Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realize the precious time the bytch nikkas is wasting
Institutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we balling
Catch me father please, cause I'm falling, in the liquor store
That's the Hennessy I hear ya calling, can I get some more?
Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checking in my bedroom; I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you
on a one way trip to prison, selling drugs
We all wrapped up in this living, life as Thugs
To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid
Raise hell to this real shyt, and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark
Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nikka"

Seriously, if you played this song in a cemetery you're gonna summon some spirits.

This song should be played for every young black child...mandatory listening.

"With all this extra stressin
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finally get to rest? Through this oppression
They punish the people that's askin questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possessions
The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less - even a genius asks-es questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded
And things don't go the way you planned it
Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference
Politicians are hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nuttin like the game
It's just me against the world"

This is the song that made me a Tupac fan. This niigga spoke directly to me in this song, especially the 3rd verse...like he was sitting right next to me and knew me.

 

[mr.africa]

even as a crack fieeeeeend mama
you always was a black queeeeeeeen mama

 

[MooseMouthMthafuga]

Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
When I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land
Your only son done became a man
Watching time fly, I love my people, do or die
But I wonder why we're scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '7-1, the day
Mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "nikka, get paid!"

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

 

[MooseMouthMthafuga]

Call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfukkers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli
Getting lessons from nikkaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive several centuries
Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage
Surround the court building with the gauge and spray
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced
On my knees to God, begging for repentence
I'm convinced, that I'm a thug
They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order
Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain
My army of lunatics that stay armed
Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nikka
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfukkin' made nikka

He was speaking beyond the physical plane of existence here


I wonder if his legacy can survive 200-300 years?

 

[Danktoker94]

lol look above

Oh my fault bro