Wacky D says Mac's 2 NL albums are better than 2Pac's first 2 :dahell:

[Wacky D]

I don't even wanna ask about some of these dudes' all-time albums' lists.

chits prolly be lookin like:
1. pac
2. big
3. pac
4. jay
5. nas
6. big
7. pac
8. personal favorite
9. album you were told to praise
10. pac
11. jay
12. album you were told to praise
13. generic old school pick
14. pac
15. pac

 

[JayBaldacci]

pac's first 2 albums aren't anything special.

 

[bigrodthe1]

Actually it comes down to how many times both albums show up on the '114 of the best bars from albums that came out between 1991-1999' list that is bound to become a thread soon.

 

[bigbadbossup2012]

the 2nd disc is forgettable on its own.

Naw,not at all
2Pac - All Eyez on Me Two (Feb. 1996) BUY NOW!
Disc Two Lyrics
1 Can't C Me
[Verse One: 2Pac]
give me my money in stacks
and lace my bytches with 9 figures
real nikkas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em while they coked up and weeded
open fire
now them nikkas bleedin'
see me in flesh
and test
and get your chest blown
straight out the west, don't get blown
my adversaries cry like hoes
open and shut like doors
is you a friend or foe?
nikka you ain't know?
they got me stressed out on Death Row
I've seen money
but baby I got to gets mo'
you scream and go
2Pac and I ain't stoppin
till I'm well paid
bails paid
now nikka, look what hell made
visions of cops and sirens
nikkas open fire
buncha Thug Life nikkas on the rise
until I die
ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
and when I'm rollin' by
nikkas can't see me



2 Shorty Wanna Be a Thug
[Verse One: 2Pac]
He was a nice middle class nikka
But nobody knew the evil he'd do when he got a little bigger
Get off the final blaze
While puffing on a Newport
Plotting on a another way to catch a case
Was only 16, yet convicted as a felon
With a bunch of old nikkas
But you the only one who ain't telling
I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school
You tell me its a man's world, play the rules
And fade fools, break rules until we major
Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager
Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics
It's getting drastic, nikkas got automatics
My fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord
To make way for another straight Thug nikka
I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv
From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug


3 Holla At Me
Verse One: 2Pac

Are you confused ?
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
of a nikka who don't have a thing to loose
When me and you was homies
no one informed me it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a nikkas dreams
how could you do me like that ?
I took ya family in
I put some cash in ya pocket
made you a man again
and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place
complicated to escape
It's a fools fate
without your word
your a shell of a man
I lost respect for you nikka
we can never be friends
I know i'm runnin' through your head now
what could you do ?
If it was up to you
i'd be dead now
I let tha world know nikka you a coward
You could never be live
until you die
see tha mothafukken bytch in your eye
Type of nikka, that let tha evil of tha money trap me
when ya see me nikka
ya better holla at me (holla at me)
can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nikka
Ya better Holla at me

Chorus: 2Pac

(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)

So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
so when ya see me nikka
ya better holla at me

(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)

Verse Two: 2Pac

courious
spittin' lyrics
on tha verge of furious
i'm addicted to currency
nikka that's why we're doin this
I got shot up, I surprised tha nikkas tha way I got up
and then
I hit the studio
It's time to blow tha block up
No hesitation
this information got you contemplatin'
heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation
break him
and let him see tha face of a mental patient
it's a celebration
of my criminal elevation
with the participation
I want members across tha fifty states
to keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break
will I be great, is it my fate ?
to live tha life of luxury
some nikkas bought my tapes
so much jelousy it scares me
so be prepared
cause only tha strong survive
life isn't fair (fair)
probably never knew tha way it feels to die
so you figure fukk with me
I give that ass a try
nikka, Holla at me

Chorus

(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)

(Ohhhhhh....)

Verse Three: 2Pac

I shoulda saw tha signs
I was blinded
criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time
so many brothas framed in this dirty game
it's a shame
so much pressure on my brain
while she blame me
Secrets in tha dark
only her and I know
now i'm sitten' in tha state pen
doin time for slow
guess she made a bad decision
that got me livin'
just like an animal
i'm caged up in state prison
my nikkas dissin'
cause
hell have no fury like a woman scorn
A cemetary full of mothafukkers got not knowin'
picture my prophecy
tha cops are attacking me, on top of me
i'm runnin' from tha coppers
but never let'em stop me
cause i'm a soulja
hell, ever since I was a little nikka havin' fantasies
of one day getting older
nikkas is paranoid
trust
a no no
love is a mystery
fukk tha po po,
Holla at me.....
So when you see me nikka
you better holla at me....



4 Wonda Why They Call U bytch
Verse One: 2Pac

Look here Miss Thang
hate to salt your game
but yous a money hungry woman
and you need to change.

In tha locker room
all the homies do is laugh.
High five's cuz anotha nikka
played your ass.

It was said you were sleeezy
even easy
sleepin around for what
you need

See it's your thang
and you can shake it how you wanna.
Give it up free
or make your money on the corner.

But don't be bad and play the game
get mad and change.
Then you wonda why these muthafukkas
call you names.

Still lookin' for a way out
and that's OK
I can see you wanna stray
there's a way out.

Keep your mind on your money,
enroll in school.
And as the years pass by
you can show them fools.

But you ain't tryin' to hear me
cuz your stuck,
you're headin' for the bathroom
'bout to get tossed up.

Still lookin' for a rich man
you dug a ditch,
got your legs up
tryin' to get rich.

I love you like a sista
but you need to switch
and that's why they called
U bytch, I betcha.

5 When We Ride
[2Pac]
*laughing*
My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe
Out for revenge on bytch nikkas that blasted me
Plus my alias is Makaveli
A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nikka belly
Bust him to see if he bleed
He shoulda never fukked around with a sick-ass nikka like me
They call my name out and nikkas run
Best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come

[Hussein Fatal]
They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table
I'm robbin' ya nikkas' cradle with a knife in your navel
Rap-related, criminally activated and evil
I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fukkin' Desert Eagle
Til the end, I'm tellin' all friends and enemies
You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these
Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast
Young Gunz fire and nikkas bleed, I see Mo

[Kadafi]
My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy
Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bytch if she jock me
Severely addicted to livin like a fukkin felon
While beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nikka sellin
Since a shorty I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome
Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin
It's like it's me against myself with all these
Backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fukkin wealth

6 Thug Passion
[Verse 5: 2Pac]
They say money don't make the man
But damn, I'm making money
Observing you motherfukkers
Cause some of you bytches funny
Say you want it but you bullshytting
Licking them lips, you got me about to act a fool quick
Sipping on some Alizé and Cristal, meanwhile
Buy me a drink and get to winking at me
She smiles; a nikkas full of passion
Satisfaction is everlasting
"How does it feel?" what I'm asking
While I'm rubbing on that ass
"Why you laughing?"
See, I'm digging as if I'm curious
Full blown and furious
Baby, get a grip
When I be doing this
It's so physical
My attraction driven by alcohol
Beware of my reaction
Baby I'm born to ball
Thugged out on Death Row
You better recognize and picture what I said, so
Now you can feel it
It's a portion for my nikkas in motion
Forever blasting
bytches ain't ready for this Thug Passion




7 Picture Me Rollin'
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these nikkas, there's no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be telling
Know there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling
Don't want to be another number
I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
nikkas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nikka did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it's so hard to be positive
When nikkas shooting at your crib
Mama, I'm still thuggin',the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates,and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways
To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin'
Flossing a Benz on rims that isn't stolen
My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone
I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone
My nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen
Thinking of the G's I'll be holdin'
Picture me rollin'

[Refrain: Danny Boy]
Picture me rollin'
Picture me rollin'
Picture me, picture me rollin'
Picture me rollin'
Ooh wee

[2Pac during Refrain]
Can you see me now?
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture
Can you see it?
Picture me rollin'
Yeah nikka!
Ay, but peep how my nikka Syke do it to you
Guess who's back?

[Verse 2: Syke]
I got ki's coming from overseas
Cost a nikka 200 G's
I'm a street commando, Nino for example
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle
So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player
Thug, branded to be a women-layer
So many player haters, imitators steady swanging
Make me wanna start back banging
So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed
Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange
All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies
While I'm sipping on Remy
In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam
'96 big body, sitting on chrome
As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on
You can admire, but don't look too long
I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'
It's hard to imagine
Picture me rollin'

 

[bigbadbossup2012]

the 2nd disc is forgettable on its own.

8 Check Out Time
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now I'm up early in the mornin', breath stinkin' as I'm yawnin'
Just another sunny day in California
I got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capers
Give a holla to them hoochies last night, that tried to rape us
Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas
I'm a boss playa, death before I let these bytches break us
Last night was like a fantansy,Alizé and Hennessy
A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me
Told her I was interested, picture all the shyt we did
I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bytch
First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it
Got a nikka all excited, it don't matter, just don't bite it
I never got to check out the scence
Too busy tryin' to dig a hole in your jeans
Now it seems, it's check out time

[Hook: Natasha Walker & 2Pac]
We gotta go (x2)
Gotta go, gotta go
Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time
We gotta go (x4)
Gotta go, nikka, gotta go
("Y'all know what time it is!")
Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man, call that valet motherfukker
Tell him to get a nikka shyt, cause we out this, motherfukker

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid
My fantansies came true with Janet on, I'm in a escapade
But did it all, end too soon
All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room, so I assume
Since I'm a playa like my nikka Syke
Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night
My game's trump tight, so I find time to recline
Sneak in your room, instant Messiah, shyt wines of all kinds
I ain't got that much time
So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind
Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated
Play like Micheal Jackson, and Beat It
One more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out
Cause there's someone else who deserves my attention
So all the homies round up in the lobby
Cause bustin' bytches is a hobby, nikka
It's check out time

[Hook: Natasha Walker & Kurupt]
We gotta go (x8)
Aiyyo man Pac ay, where the where the fukk is Daz at man?
This nikka locked up or somethin'?
The only one not to leave
Yo man, it's check out time, it's time to get out this mother
You seem them bytches?
We out man, fukk that shyt
Yo Rece! Yo nikka, whassup?

[Verse 3: Syke]
Hey I'm livin' the life of a boss playa
The front desk callin' but I'm checkin' out later
My behaviour is crazy from what you did to me baby
If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me
I'm puttin' in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed
Carressin' your thoughts, cause I'm livin' Fed
Heard what I said? Passion is crashin' the room
From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom
I'm blackin' out, you're yellin' out 'Big Syke Daddy'
We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way
I'm lost in a dream and so it seemed, to be the night
Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight
Out of sight from Pac and Kurupt
As I get it up, once the doors close, you stuck
In a heaty, sticky situation
Get up baby, you ain't on vacation
It's check out time


9 Ratha Be Ya nikka
[Verse 1: 2pac]
You fukking with nikkas that's insecure
Watered down, my shyt is pure
Write down my number but don't call me 'til you sure
I ain't begging just trying to relocate between your legs
Dripping wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
When you met me you wouldn't let me, and now
You straight begging to sex me got you undressing to test me and uhh..

[Verse 2: Richie Rich]
Shut me down if you want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You want a nikka, but think that you can't have a nikka
Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself
If you scared, go to church, I know it hurts
To find out me and your man be sharing skirts

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way
But your body is banging, got me attracted in a strong way
After a long day of trying to make my songs pay
Making love all day against the wall in the hallway
Your fantasies come alive, your heart rate
Shall increase when we meet up in this dark place
You might think you're happy with him
But that's a lie, so give this thug a try
I'd rather be ya nikka

[Hook x2: 2Pac]
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
Cause busters ain't loving you right

[Verse 4: 2Pac]
Look, now you was sprung from the introduction
My conversation's full of game yet laced with seductions
I see you blushing like you want something, come get a taste
Of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let's get into some touching, erotic fukkin
My up and down with no interruptions
Have no intentions of busting until you learn your lesson
Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz
And plenty cash, to help a nikka get the ass

[Verse 5: Richie Rich]
You can ride out with spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab
Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab
And I'mma listen when it hurts, I'ma hang out but never stay
Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave
I'll be your nikka, as long as we can understand
That I's the nikka and spoke coke can be the man
He wine and dine, but me and you we whine and grind
And when I'm on the field keep you on the sidelines

[Hook]

[Verse 6: 2Pac]
Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got you naked
Totally sweating, let's see how hot I can make it
Tongue kissing til yo' head swang
I'm so into you, witness a nikka make the bed bang
If it's all mine, then let me know
Now scream my name out; do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?
Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict
A boss player, freaky motherfukker, can addict

[Verse 7: Richie Rich]
It's on and popping, now you see what I was seeing
Why your eyes rolling? Loosen up, girl, I ain't going
Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there
While he's stressed out and knock I stretch out the cock
Hold the boots, and let a nikka execute
And though you got it right, I'm going home tonight

[Verse 8: 2Pac]
You say you don't need a man, but I don't care
You're in the presence of a player, I'd rather be ya nikka

10 All Eyez on Me
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust
So many playa hatin' nikkas tryin' to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin'
Well are you still down nikka, holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of nikkas every time we ride
Hittin' motherfukkers up when we pass by
Until I die; live the life of a boss playa
Cause even when I'm high, fukk with me and get crossed later
The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs
A five-double-oh Benzflauntin' flashy rings, uhh
bytches pursue me like a dream
Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
It seems, my main thing was to be major paid
The game sharper than a motherfukkin razor blade
Say money bring bytches, bytches bring lies
One nikka's gettin jealous, and motherfukkers die
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got four nikkas, in low riders, and ski masks
Screamin' THUG LIFE every time they pass - all eyes on me

[Hook: 2Pac (x2)]
Live the life of a thug nikka, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin' high
(All eyes on me)

[Verse 2: Syke]
Heeyyy, to my nikka 'Pac
So much trouble in the world, nikka
Can nobody feel your pain
The world's changin' everyday, time's movin' fast
My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last
I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip
I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin' life flawless
Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I'm takin' off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a tech
Devoted to servin' this, Moet and pay checks
Like Akai satellite nikka I'm forever ballin'
It ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin'
Sucker duck and get busted, no emotion
My devotion is handlin' my business, nikka, keep on coastin'
Where you goin' I been there, came back as lonely homie
Steady flowin' against the grain, nikkas still don't know me
It's about the money in this rap shyt, this crap shyt
It ain't funny nikkas don't even know how to act, shyt
What can I do, what can I say, is there another way
Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta-free
nikkas can't stand me - all eyes on me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
The feds is watchin', nikkas plottin' to get me
Will I survive, will I die, come on let's picture the possibility
Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze shyt
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile callin' big shots on the scene major
Packin' hundreds in my drawers; fukk the law
bytches I fukk with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug nikka until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin' high
These nikkas got me tossin' shyt
I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shyt
Keep your head up, nikka, make these motherfukkers suffer
Up in the Benz, burnin' rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress
This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
Get your money, motherfukker, let's get rich and we'll kick it
All eyes on me

 

[bigbadbossup2012]

the 2nd disc is forgettable on its own.

11 Run Tha Streetz
[2Pac]
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the morning, by sunrise I'll be gone
All my homies is waitin' for me
Plottin' on plans that we made and all the fun that it's gonna be
So meet me at 3'
And don't be late nikka
We hangin' out all night while drinkin' straight liquor
I heard it's poppin' at a club
But they say I can't get in, cause I'm dressed like a thug
Until I die
I'll be game related
Got me strivin' for a million, stayin' motivated
Now that we made it
It's a battle just for the big money
I'm livin' wild, no smiles, cause ain't a thing funny
I came up hungry, just a lil' nikka, tryin' to make it
I only got one chance, so I gotta take it
Ya never know when it's all gonna happen
The rappin' or the drugs
But until then give me love
And let me run the streets


12 Ain't Hard 2 Find
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Pictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted
Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin'
Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find
Why I spend most of my time, my California grind
Watching for thievin' I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin'
Puttin a bullet in motherfukkers give me a reason
See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded
You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead
Why the fukk you cowards be runnin', too scared to fight a G
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherfukkers picture livin' life after a night of fukkin' around with me
And if you don't like this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find

13 Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find

[Verse 2]
Heaven ain't hard to find
In fact you can have it just have faith
Just like a little kid, still believin' in magic
It takes a lot of sacrifice
With all the lonely nights on tour
I need somebody I can trust in my life
Let me apply the brakes
Baby, you're movin' to fast
My conversations are gettin' deeper, but first let me ask
Are you afraid of a thug?
And have you ever made love
With candles and bubbles sipping in your tub ?
Touch me and let me activate your blood pressure
This thug passion help the average man love better
Picture me naked and glistenin' beneath the moonlight mist
Take a shot of that Alizé, come give me a kiss
And maybe we can be better friends, perhaps we'll be closer
I'll be the thug in your life, baby, and you'll be my soldier
And I know it takes some time and you got a lot of questions on your mind
But relax, in due time
Heaven ain't hard to find


SOME TIMES nikkaS NEED TO BE REMINDED OR SOMETIMES nikkaS DIDNT CATCH THAT REAL ALL EYEZ ON ME EXPERIENCE SO THEY JUST CANT PROPERLY RECALL

 

[bigrodthe1]

wait. I gave @ bigrodthe1 too much credit.

he only listed a total of 10 songs from pac's 1st 2 albums COMBINED.

we already established the fact that pac was hittin homeruns out the gate when it came to tracks, but his albums as a whole fell short.

Clown you know what I'm saying...those are the renowned classics. There are numerous other good tracks and a couple of duds. Lyrically he was top notch. Point still stands those TWO albums are better than Mac's two and I'm a Mac fan.
and the fact still stands that you make moronic statements and try to hide your hands behind the perceived notion that you are a hip hop elitist when in actuality you just a nikka with TOO much time on his hands

 

[Remy Danton]

You really think you are a hip hop elitist I LIVED it while you wrote notes while watching bet and reading the Source

lol

 

[R-Typ3]

Um.....NO. P ran No Limit with an iron fist.

I'm from VA so I caught music from all regions growing up.

Joined the Navy, went to San Diego in '97 and was there until '01. I was around cats from L.A., N.O., the Chi, the Bay, NY, and all over the South.

We had nothing but deep, heated hip hop conversations and I've never heard not one single person call that album a classic.

Not even the most hard core Pac fans. nikkas that would literally swing on you for disrespecting him.

Nobody.

Obviously nikkas wasn't listenin past Head Up & Get Around smh That 2nd album was literally the aftermath of the riots

 

[bigbadbossup2012]

I don't even wanna ask about some of these dudes' all-time albums' lists.

chits prolly be lookin like:
1. pac
2. big
3. pac
4. jay
5. nas
6. big
7. pac
8. personal favorite
9. album you were told to praise
10. pac
11. jay
12. album you were told to praise
13. generic old school pick
14. pac
15. pac

See this is the problem,pac earned his status so when you bytch about it,it's pointless. There wasnt a big push saying pac was the best rapper or best anything. People spoke.
I remember (i believe it was blaze magazine) made a lil corny list with rakim #1 pac #7 and other dumb shyt. People went off so Blaze took a vote,pac took that #1. Stop hating

 

[Taadow]

now this the chit I don't like.
when you corny emotional dudes try to turn threads like these into your own personal agendas & personal beefs that you aint built to handle.

and theres absolutely no secret that I'm @Homeboy Runny-Ray. in fact, I got on you last week for biting my threads - which were under runny-ray's name. so keep playing stupid.

chit like this is why I said you sweet.
I know I'm harsh on you, but that's because you disappoint me.

You suck, B.

 

[Wacky D]

Clown you know what I'm saying...those are the renowned classics. There are numerous other good tracks and a couple of duds. Lyrically he was top notch. Point still stands those TWO albums are better than Mac's two and I'm a Mac fan.
and the fact still stands that you make moronic statements and try to hide your hands behind the perceived notion that you are a hip hop elitist when in actuality you just a nikka with TOO much time on his hands

I never claimed to be an elitist. that's a tag that yall put on me, and I gladly accept it. thanks.
and clearly, youre the person in this scenario with too much time on your hands. just look at our exchanges on the previous two pages, if you need further proof.

half of those songs you listed are not "renowned" classics.

I think pac is arguably the goat but he was never a top notch lyricist at any point ever. PLEASE STOP THE STANNING.

 

[bigrodthe1]

Obviously nikkas wasn't listenin past Head Up & Get Around smh That 2nd album was literally the aftermath of the riots

This is EXACTLY what I'm saying. No way SFMN'z isn't classic. Cats just wasn't ready for the sound yet. He was TOO militant at this point and cats were smoking weed listening to g-funk. Other than the singles it went over a LOT of people heads Pac was smart enough to realize this so he switched up on MATW and got at the females, who he knew he had a base with, and made the production a lot more accessible. But LYRICALLY both his first 2 albums were classics.

 

[tuckgod]

Obviously nikkas wasn't listenin past Head Up & Get Around smh That 2nd album was literally the aftermath of the riots

I listened. Tried to listen again. Then never listened again.

 

[Wacky D]

See this is the problem,pac earned his status so when you bytch about it,it's pointless. There wasnt a big push saying pac was the best rapper or best anything. People spoke.
I remember (i believe it was blaze magazine) made a lil corny list with rakim #1 pac #7 and other dumb shyt. People went off so Blaze took a vote,pac took that #1. Stop hating

you do realize that pac is somewhere in the top 1 thru 3 range on my goat list right?

just because I don't gas up his every move, it doesn't mean that I'm hating. its not even possible for pac hate to come from me. CHIT, I'm listening to pac RIGHT NOW.

and yes, theres a big push for pac to be considered the best rapper EVERYDAY. and its been like that for 20 years nonstop.