Exar's songs

[reav]

- 2 pac - Thug for life -

[2pac]
HAHA
Thug for life nigga
Can't you read the signs?
ay fuck it man

(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck
Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack
Thats fo sho black
To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt
And now im in the rap game like the crack game
I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Plus, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry

[Chorus X3]

Tell em'
Thug for life
High till' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?

[2pac]

Game? Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money,
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous muthafuckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free
So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthafucka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick ass punk
Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply
Muthafuckaa!!
Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay
I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK

[Chorus X6]

Tell em'
Thug for life
High till' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?

THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!!

Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever
Havenotz in this muthafucka
YEAH, No doubt

[reav]

- 2 pac - The Realest Killaz -

GUNSHOT]
Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready?
[gun cocking] Let me know, holla

[2Pac - from the song Smile]
There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future

[50 Cent]
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Let's go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (you PUSSY nigga!)
Tupac wear a bandana
You wan' wear a bandana
Tupac put a cross on his back
You wanna put crosses on yo' back
Nigga you ain't Tupac - THIS Tupac!

[Verse One: 2Pac]
They see money or women or funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and still not get enough for spendin
And since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound
Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down
My game plan to be trained and, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary
Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus
Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us
Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin
Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike
Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight.

[Chorus: 50 Cent + (2Pac)]
'Til Makaveli returns, it's +All Eyez On Me+
(What do we have here NOWWW?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be
{oooooooooohhhh}
You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck with me
(What do we have here NOWWW?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see
[click clack, GUNSHOT]

[Verse Two: 50 Cent]
Now since you're cryin for mercy I promise
My success'll be the death of you
Lo and behold you sold your soul
Nigga there's nuttin left of you
Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?
If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true?
Motherfucker, I sat back and watched
You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot
But you're not (NOWWWW) - I see it so clear
You can't take the pressure, you pussy
I warned you not to push me
You see me and chills run up your spine
Hardly even in the same war, but your heart ain't like mine
Press, they look at me like I'm a menace
I was playin with guns
while your momma had your punk ass playin tennis
I'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream
Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again
You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own
Fuck THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone
(YOU PUSSY!)

[Chorus]

G-G-G-G-Unit!

[Chorus]

[gunshot]

[reav]

- 2 pac - Thugz Mansion -

Tupac:
Shit, tired of getting shot at
Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
You na'mean?
Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At Thug Mansion

Tupac:
A place to spend my quiet nights, Time to unwind,
so much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times,
I once contemplated suicide and woulda tried
But when I held that nine all I could see was my mama's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery and poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Praying hard for better days, Promised to hold on
Me and my dogs don't have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot to kick it
Where we could drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we could smoke in peace
And even though we Gs,
We still visualize places that we could roll a piece
And in my minds eye, I see this place the players go and pass it
Got a spot for us all, So we can ball
At Thug'z Mansion

(Chorus)
Every corner, every city
There’s a place where life’s a little easy
Little hennesy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cuase it’s all good
leave all stressed from the world outside
Every wrong done will be allright
Nothing but peace, love
It’s street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

Nas:
A place where death doesn’t reside
Just thugz who collide
Not to start beef
Or spark trees
No cops rollin by
No policemen
No homicide
No talk on the streets
No reason
For no body’s momma to cry
See I’m a good guy
Im tryin to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die
I know all of my albums support her
This whole year’s been crazy
Ask the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me and nosy Davis grey hair maybe
Cuase I feel like my eyes saw to much sufferin
Im just 20 some odd years I haven’t lost my mother
And I cry tears of joy
I know she smiles on a boy
I dream of you more
My luck goes to Afeni Shakur
Cuase like Anne Jones
She raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone
She shouldn’t feel no pain no more
Cause one day we’ll all be together
Sipping heavenly champaigne
With angels songs, with golden rings
In Thugz Mansion

Chorus

Tupac:
Dear mama don't cry, Your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night
It had me shook
Drinking peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cook
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin there kickin it with Malcolm till the day game
Lil' Latasha sure grown, tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
So come home
Maybe in time you'll understand, only God can save us
Where Miles Davis cutting lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on
They in heaven found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven
So right before I sleep dear God what I'm asking
Remember this face, save me a place
In Thugz Mansion

Chorus

[Halan]

get rid of the swear word's this time before you get started.

[reav]

- 2 pac - California love -

California love!

California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

Verse One: Dr. Dre

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a

California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it...

Verse Two: 2Pac

Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we program worldwide
Let'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side
So you know the row won't bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!

California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

Dr. Dre: now make it shake...

Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it...

Outro: Dre, 2Pac

(Dre)uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
(Tupac) hey, you know LA is up in this
(Dre)Pasadina, where you at
yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
(Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
(Dre)Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah

(Tupac)Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up, I can't see ya
Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it's tha best side

(Dre)yeah, That's riight
west coast, west coast
uh, California Love
California Love

[reav]

- 2 pac - Changes -

-1-
Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things change, and that's the way it is

Chorus:
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
(Repeat)

-2-
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and the only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
I made a G today But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kids. I gotta get paid,
Well hey, that's the way it is

Chorus:
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
(Repeat)

Talking:
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.

-3-
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
~they get~ jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
and I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

Chorus:
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah

You're my brother, you're my sister
That's just the way it is (way it is,way it is)
Things will never be the same
You're my brother, you're my sister
That's the way it is
Aww yeah

Some things will never change

[reav]

- 2 pac - Dear mama -

You are appreciated

When I was young me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mamas place
Suspended from school, scared to go home
I was a fool with the big boys, breaking all the rules
Shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddies
The same drama, when things went wrong we blamed mama
I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary
One day, running from the police that’s right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside
And even as a crack fiend mama
You always was a black queen mama
I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a man
You always was committed, poor single mother on welfare
Tell me how you did it, there's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

(Chorus)
Lady, don't ya know we love ya
Sweet lady, place no one above ya
Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya

Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love for my daddy 'cos the coward wasn’t there
He passed away and I didn't cry
'Cos my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless
But all along I was looking for a father, he was gone
I hung around with the thugs and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin'
I needed money of my own so I started slangin'
I ain't guilty, 'cos even though I sell rocks
It feels good putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when the rent's due
I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
'Cos when I was low you was there for me
You never left me alone 'cos you cared for me
And I can see you coming home after work, late
You're in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate
Just working with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving
But now the road got rough, you're alone
Tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

(Chorus)

Pour out some liquor and I reminisce
'Cos through the drama, I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy, there’s no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act crazy
I got to thank the Lord the you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if you hold on
It's a struggle, everyday gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

(Chorus)

Sweet lady, lady, lady, lady

[reav]

- 2 pac - Ghetto Gospel -


[2Pac]
If I could recelect before my hood dayz
I would sit in bliss and reminis on the good dayz.
i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
they stressed and goin under.
we never really went through that
cause we was born ?
today things change,its a shame
they blame it on the youth cause the truth look strange
for them its worse, we come from a world thats cursed
and it hurts.
cause any day theyll push the button.
and yall condemned like malcom x and uncle bob
they died for nothin.
make the people teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes you see it clearley.
theres no need for you to fear me.
if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me.
it aint about black or white, both doin
i hope you see the light before its ruiend
my ghetto gospel

[Chorus] x 3

those who wish to follow me i welcome with my hands
and the red sun sings so loud into the hills of of gold and peace
to this young warrior without the sound of guns

[2Pac]
Tell me do you see that old lady she aint sad
living out a bag, in rags, loving the things she has
over there see that lady, the cracks got her crazy.
and shes gonna give birth to a baby?
i shouldnt let it fade me. we out of the projects
jumped into another form of slavery.
and even now i get discouraged.
i wonder if its tooken all back will i still keep the courage.
i refuse to be a role modle.
i keep control on the hoes and take out my old bottle.
i make mistakes, i learn from everyone.
and when its said and done, ill be called a better one.
if i strecth you dont stretch.
never forget, god is gonna finish with me yet.
i feel his hands on my brain.
when i write ryhmes, i go blind, and let the lord do this thing.
but am i any less holy,
i choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
and then world peace, we tried and failed
now theres war in the streets
my ghetto gospel.

[Chorus] x 3

[2Pac]
I remember grandmas hands use to hold me
mold me, i never forget the things she told me
brothas a butt, and played the big shot
but you know grannys are the only other thing lil ghetto kids got.
moms work, and pops burried.
drop me off at grannys, left without a heart cause shes worried
and ghetto grannys are like books.
we got some many crooks, so many grannys gettin shook.
and gettin trapped in a nursing home.
times is hard, and even worse alone
and how could you be so cold,
youll get your turn, as soon as you turn old.
all they ask of every person,
is for a brotha to figure whats on his mind when hes cursin.
9 out of 10 youll find them problems.
time to take listen and see what you can do to solve them.
cause every body needs a little help
on the way of relieng on ones self.
and think about it, why 2pac hit you with a little ghetto gospel
my ghetto gospel.

[Chorus] x 3

[2Pac]
I wake up stone cold gangsta main
see ya gave me ghetto gospel, i thank you main
use to roll in the back and do drugs a lot.
now im bangin the tracks, slangin ryhmes i got.
in this world of greed tryin to succeed on my beliefs.
now i lay me down to sleep, lord can you hear me speak.
can you forgive me for my sins
if i had it all to do again, id still play to win
i hope the lord can understand me.
a mans gotta do what he can for his family.
and pay the price of being hellbound.
but i ratha see hell later than see hell now.
and the devil aint got nothin on the president.
cut back and keep us tsrapped in our residence.
and be like animals in cages.
we can rant and rave about slavery for ages.
or we can stop makin awful
and hitem with a lil ghetto gospel
my ghetto gospel.

[Chorus] x 4

[reav]

- 2 pac - Loyal to the game -

2Pac]
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs
be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama
Busta, you ain't heard?
I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocked, G, and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game

[Chorus]

[Treach]
Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back down
So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a
Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach
Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew
Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew
For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes
Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake
Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew
I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do
Whose the new crew?
Show me your neck brotha, and here's another
Smack your mother's mamma's mother
In the first mob of all those other crack lovers
Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow
How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now?
Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it
The same thing minus P hangin possies like an exponent
Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it
It makes no sense to smell like shit
If old ass George could be Washing-tons

[Chorus]

[Riddler]
Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots
And packin the glocks
and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots
Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin
On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
You lookin grim, is it me or him or him
Or be with me, we be together
So what's up? We can do whatever
Cause real niggas stick together
Till they make it up to heaven
Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7
The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga
The deeper they dig the ditch-a
The Naughty the Treach
then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up
You fuckin body, I’m like, Oh my Gody
Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him
So got him, now I puts the crime behind me
And finds me, a place to lays my head low
I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row
So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name
I be Riddler to my niggas and I’m loyal to the game

[Chorus]

[reav]

- 2 pac - Me and my girlfriend -

Woman talking from the point of the view of his gun]

Shit, you motha fuckin right
I'm the bitch that's keepin it live and keepin it hot
When you punk ass niggas don't
Nigga, west side
WHAT!
Bring it on

[Tupac]

Look for me
Lost in the world wind
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

[Verse 1]

C'Mon
Our childhood years recall the tears
Heart laced with venom
Smokin Shern, drinkin malt liquor father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend
Must of fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel
Bust! Watch me bail out and bust em
Fuck em all, watch em fall
Screamin
Automatic gunfire exorcising all demons
My posse off on the side.
My congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back
Niggas unite
Our first date
Can't wait to see you naked
Touching you in every secret place
I can hardly wait, to bust freely
Got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Made the front-page, primetime, live on TV
Nigga, my girlfriend
May be .45 but she still live
One shot
Making niggas heart beats stop

[Woman talking from the point of the view of his gun]

WHAT!
I'm bustin on you punk ass niggas
Run, nigga, run
I'm on your ass nigga
Run nigga
Duck and hide
I'm bustin on all you bitches
Run, nigga, yeah
West side
Uh, uh, uh
Die, nigga, die

[Verse continued]

My girlfriend blacker than the darkest night
When niggas act bitch made
She got the heart to fight
Nigga, my girlfriend
Though we separated at times
I knew deep inside baby girl 'll always be mine
Picked you up when you was nine
Started out my life of crime with you
Bought you some shells when you turned .22
It's true
Nothing compares to the satisfaction
That I feel when we out mashin'
Me and my girlfriend

[Chorus] 2x

All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Just me and my girlfriend

[Verse 2]

I was too immature to understand your ways
Inexperienced back in the days
Caused so many arguments and strays
Now I realize how to treat cha
The secret to keep ya
Being faithful cause now cheating's lethal
We closer than the hands of time
Deeper than the drive of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures
Dropping niggas as we rise
We all souljah's in God eyes
Now it's time for war
Never leave me waitin
I'm paranoid
Sleeping with you loaded by my bedside, crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas
I wait patiently alone
Anticipated for the moment you come home
I'm waiting by the phone, this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed but you the realest
If you need me, call
I'll be there through it all
You're the reason I can stand tall
Me and my girlfriend



[Chorus] 2x

All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Just me and my girlfriend

[Verse 3]

I love finger fucking you
All of a sudden I'm hearing thunder
When you bust a nut
Niggas be ducking or taking numbers
Love to watch you at a block party begging for drama
While unleashing on the old timers
That's on my mama
I would trade my life for yours
Behind closed doors
The only girl that I adore
Everything I'm askin for
Talking to me, begging me to just take you around
17, like Brandy, you just wanna be down
Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet
You move a crowd
Bustin rounds, activating a riot
That's why I love you
So no control, down to roll
Unleash
After I hit, you break apart
Then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend
The world is ours
Just hold me down
Baby, witness the power
Never leave a nigga alone
I love you, black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home
Me and my girlfriend

[Chorus] 3x

All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Just me and my girlfriend

Lost in the whirlwind
96 Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend
Doing 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind
Look for me

Repeat 3x

MEET MY GIRLFRIEND!

[reav]

Mandalore said:

get rid of the swear word's this time before you get started.

Cant change all. They're too much.

[reav]

- 2 pac - Out on bail -

[Intro: Tupac Talking]
Oh, I posted bail?
I'm out this motherfucker?
I can go?
Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge
Fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!)
And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you!)
Fuck all y'all
Cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail
y'all ain't never gonna see me in this motherfucker again
Drop that shit em!
Let these old punk ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit
Niggaz ain't going back to court you stank ass bitches

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me
I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney
Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin'
They askin' me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson
I can't sleep they takin' polaroids
And I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise
Man I wish I had my glock cause its major
I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors
These motherfuckers won't leave me alone thats my word
Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder
I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches
Send mo' pictures and make me some more riches
To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to get socked up
Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief
And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me
I came straight up out the gutta I was saved from hell
I'm a thug I was raised in jail
Now I'm out on bail

[Chorus x1]
Out on Bail (You know what fuckin' time it is)
ThugLife will never fail (I'm out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm going straight to 50,000 BIATCH!!!)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherfuckin' Colt 40's from the fridge nigga)
ThugLife will never fail (Cause I'm out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (Hey, pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex)
Thuglife niggaz (Yes bitch that's a President)

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Stuck in jail and mad as a bitch
I'd be out on bail if it wasn't for the snitch
Runnin' wild thru the streets like I'm loco
And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds
I got no love in my heart cause I'm heartless
Mobbin' in the park after dark wanna start shit
Rippin' up the scene as a teen I was at it (but hey)
And sellin' products to the addicts cause they gotta have it
I was a well-known thug and I gotta lotta love
Hangin out with the OG's shootin' up the clubs
And mama told me don't hang with the homies
But they got me if they need me then it's on G
Got me sittin' in the cell a five by seven
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven
Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters
And they tell me they love me and the shit ull get better
I don't believe her cause I just got the news on the wire
Take it how you want it but your bitch is on fire
I gotta be a player so I stay strong
cause I know that I won't be away long
and when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets I'ma handle this
A thug nigga gettin' scandalous
I'm on bail

[Chorus x1]
Out on Bail
ThugLife (see) will never fail (Out on bail - biatch!)
Thuglife niggaz (You know what time it is)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Y'all don't need to know about...)
ThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (Y'all Blow that shit - Get me up out this)
Thuglife niggaz (Yo, EM!!! Get me up out of this motherfucker man!)
Out on Bail (These motherfuckers are harrasing me and that ain't cool)

[Outro: Tupac Talking]
Out on bail
I'll see ya motherfuckers at the next show, 2pac, the media is my bitch
It's that famous shit, you know?
Real thug shit
Real live thug shit, genuine, you know what I'm sayin'
I wouldn't waste your motherfuckin' time with no bullshit baby
Trust me, It's that real shit
I'm talkin' about that shit you never tell your grandkids about, you know?
I ran with a thug nigga, believe that
This my motherfuckin' nigga Em on dem motherfuckin' boards in case your wonderin'
We doin' this shit hell motherfuckin' yeah
An ounze of that shit sittin' in your motherfuckin' lac
Now press rewind nigga!

[reav]

- Sisqo - The thong song


This thing right here
Is lettin' all the ladies know
What guys talk about
You know, the finer things in life
Check it out

Ooh that dress so scandalous
And you know another nigga couldn't handle it
See you shaking that thing like who's da ish
With a look in your eye so devilish
Uh ya like to dance at all the hip-hop spots
Then you cruise through the crews like connect the dots
Not just urban, she likes the pop
Cause she was living la vida loca

chorus - She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
thighs like what? What? What?
Baby, move your butt, butt, butt
I think I'll sing it again

She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
thighs like what? What? What?
All night long
Let me see that tho-o-o-ong oooo yeah, that thong thong thong thong thong

(repeat chorus)

2 - Love it when the beat go
(Dut dun, dut dun)
When you make your booty go
(Dut dun, dut dun) baby
Girl I know you wanna show
(Dut dun, dut dun)
That thong thong thong thong thong

I like it when the beat go
(Dut dun, dut dun)
Baby make your booty go
(Dut dun, dut dun)
Girl I know you wanna show
(Dut dun, dut dun)
That thong thong thong thong thong

Listen, that girl so scandalous
And I know another nigga couldn't handle it
And she's shaking that thing like who's the ish
With a look in her eyes so devilish
She like to dance on the hip-hop spots
And She cruise through the crews like connect da dots
Not just urban she likes her pop
Cause she was living la vida loca

Repeat 1

Repeat 2

Repeat 2

That dress looks scandalous
I swear another nigga couldn't handle it
See ya shakin that thing like who's the ish
With that look in your eye so devilish, what
You like to dance all the hip hop spots
Cruise through the crews like connect the dots
Not just urban, you like the pop
Cuz you be livin la vida loca

She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
thighs like what? What? What?
Baby, move your butt, butt, butt
I'll make ya sing it again

Cuz she had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
thighs like what? What? What?
Baby, move your butt, butt, butt
Uh, think I'll sing it again, come on

Come on, come on, come on, yeah

Repeat 2
Repeat 2

Dut dun, dut dun
Dut dun, dut dun
Dut dun, dut dun
Dut dun, dut dun
Dut dut dun

yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
baby that thong
said i like the way
you move that thing
I see your body next to me
your thighs, your knees
your breasts your feet
oh please tell me baby
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh

dut dut dunna dunna
repeat till fade

[reav]

- Sisqo - Dance for me -


Intro
So It Is You. You Think You'll Get Away With The Same Thing Again. Yup.

Dance For Me The Way You Shake Your Lil Body For Me
(Come On What's My Name, Uh Uh Say My Name Come On Come On
Dance For Me The Way You Shake Your Lil Body For Me
(Said What's My Name, Come On Come On, Say My Name)

Verse 1
Let Me Whisk You Away Better Yet Some Fries And A Shake
Come On Girl Now Don't Be Late (Just Kidding) Cause You Like That Baller Shit
That Negative Agrees In The Almond Shit
Better Hop In The Hoop With That Prada Shit
Cause I Ain't Having It Girl I Can Handle It

Bridge
Or Maybe We Can Do A Little Cha Cha
We Could Do A Lil Ah Ah
I Got To Go But Before I Got To Go
You Gotta Know You Got A Body Like Whoa
Or Maybe We Can Do A Lil Ah Ah
Right Before We Do The Cha Cha
Lemme Know Lemme Know
But Before You Lemme Know
I Gotta Make This Last Forever

Chorus (2x)
Dance For Me The Way You Shake You Lil Body 4 Me
Your Eyes Take Over Me /They Holding Me
Feel Like They Controlling Me/ Molding Me

Verse 2
Baby I Like When Ya Shake It That Freaky Face When You Make It
They Think You The Shit When The Beat Hit Don't Stop
Make It Drop I Can Handle It
U Know What U Trying To Do All I Know Is That I Know That I'm Feeling U
Your Eyes Your Eyes Like A Vesta View From The Empire State
But We Could See The Moon

Bridge

Chorus (2x)
Break It Down

2nd Bridge
I Don't Mean No Disrepeezy I'm Just Trying To Make U See That
Where I'm From Yo Shorty U The Bomb
Don't Get Me Wrong But U Ballin Cause U Beautiful
So Don't Desecrate My Virgin Eyes Infatuation Passes By
No You Shouldn't Feel This Way Baby Doll I Have To Say
Bring It Back

Chorus (4x)
(What's My Name, Say My Name, Come On, Now Dance For Me)

[reav]

- The game feat. 50 Cent. Hate it or love it -

[50 Cent]

Yea
Let's take'em back
Uh huh

Coming up I was confused
My mama kissing a girl
Confusion occurs
Coming up in a cold world
Daddy aint around
Probably out committing felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing
Check, check out my melody
I wanna live good so shit I sell dope
For a four-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I get a sheep skin coat
If I could move a few packs
I get the hat
Now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning
Niggaz done stole my bike
Different day, same shit
Ain't nothing good in the hood
I run away from this bitch
And never come back if I could

[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit

[Game]
On the grill of ma low rider
Guns on both sides
Right above the gold wires I four-five'em
Kill a nigga on ma song
And really do it
That's the true meaning of a ghostwriter
Ten g'z will take your daughter outta air forces
Believe you me homie, I know all about losses
I'm from Compton, where the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call, have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been banging since ma lil' nigga, rob, got killed for his Barkley's
That's ten years
I told Pooh in '95
I'll kill you if you try me for my air-max 95's
Told Banks when I met'em I'm a ride
And if I gotta die, rather homicide
I ain't had 50 cent when ma grand-mama died
Now I'm going back to Cali with ma jacob on
See how time fly?

[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

[50 Cent]
From the beginning to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we aint gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It's full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game

[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My Ma's happy, she aint gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waiting on Sha Money to land sitting in the range
Thinking how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starving
Pac is gone, and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's going on like I hear Marvin
No school books
They use their wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in a booth
And I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion
I love you Ma

[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me