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2 Pac

Song Lyrics

2Pac - Dear Mama

"Dear Mama"

You are appreciated

[Verse One: 2Pac]

When I was young me and my mama had beef

Seventeen 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 mama's place

Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool

with the big boys, breakin all the rules

I shed tears with my baby sister

Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids

And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama

When things went wrong we'd blame mama

I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell

Huggin on my mama from a jail cell

And who'd think in elementary?

Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day

And runnin 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 tryin to raise a man

You always was committed

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya 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: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac]

Lady...

Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady

Dear mama

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

You are appreciated

Don't cha know we love ya?

[second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama"]

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair

No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there

He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger

wouldn't let me feel for a stranger

They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along

I was lookin 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 cause, even though I sell rocks

It feels good puttin money in your mailbox

I love payin rent when the rent's due

I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you

Cause when I was low you was there for me

And never left me alone because you cared for me

And I could see you comin home after work late

You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate

Ya just workin with the scraps you was given

And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin

But now the road got rough, you're alone

You're 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]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause 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 craaazy

I gotta thank the Lord that 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 ya 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

And dear mama

Dear mama

Lady [3X]

Song Lyrics

2 Pac - Only God Can Judge Me

"Only God Can Judge Me"
(feat. Rappin 4-Tay)

[Intro: 2Pac]

Only God can judge me, is that right?

[synth voice] Only God can judge me now

Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else

All you other motherfuckers get out my business

[Verse One: 2Pac]

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back

I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats

Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed

And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see

And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time

Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me

Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?

Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin

I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed

And fantasies of my family, in a hearse

And they say it's the white man I should fear

But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here

I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Jealousy inside, make em wish I died

Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for

Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door

And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed

And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees

Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Only God can judge me

[Chorus: 2Pac]

[synth voice] Only God can judge me

That's right baby, yeah baby

[synth voice] Only God

Hahahahahahahaha

[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge

[synth cont.] me, only God

Only God can judge me

[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me

And only God can

[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me

[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

[synth voice] Only God can judge me now

[heart monitor: long beep]

Flatline!

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

I hear the doctor standing over me [heart monitor: beeping slowly]

screamin I can make it

Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked

Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV

Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops]

I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies

I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets

I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce

How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here

Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

Try to remember, but it hurts

I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt

I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward

There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power

is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state

And our fate, is a lifetime of hate

Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace

Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat

No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped

And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped

Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's

a million motherfuckers stressin just like me

Only God can judge me

[Chorus w/ variations]

[Interlude: 2Pac]

That which does not kill me can only make me stronger

(That's for real)

and I don't see why everybody feel as though

that they gotta tell me how to live my life

(You know?)

Let me live baby, let me live

[Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac]

Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala

For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya

Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement?

He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin

Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law

So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real

Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him

Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him

After talkin behind my back like a bitch would

Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would

It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place

to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase

Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch

My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce

Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay

Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay

Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies

Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise

Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug

That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz

Been livin lavish like a player all day

Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay

Only God can judge me

[Chorus w/ variations]

[4Tay] Only God main

[2Pac] That right?

[4Tay] That's real

[2Pac] Hahahahahaha

[4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin?

[2Pac] Man, look here man

My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated

That's for the homey mental

We up out

[Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade]

Song Lyrics

2 Pac - Hit Em Up(Uncensored)

"Hit 'Em Up"

[Tupac]

I ain't got no motherfucking friends

That's why I fucked your bitch

You're fat motherfucker {Take Money}

West Side

Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}

You know who the realist is

niggas we bring it to {Take Money}

(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your bitch

And the click you claim

West side when we ride

Come equipped with game

You claim to be a player

But I fucked your wife

We bust on Bad Boys

niggas fuck for Life

Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak

Hearts I rip

Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia

Some mark ass bitches

We keep on coming

While we running for your jewels

Steady gunning

Keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules

Little Ceasar go ask you homie

How I'll leave you

Cut your young ass up

See you in pieces

Now be deceased

Little Kim,

Don't fuck around with real G's

Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets

So fuck peace

I'll let them niggas know

It's on for Life

Don't let the west side

Ride the night (ha ha)

Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill

fuck with me

And get your caps peeled

You know, see

[Chorus:]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac

Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh

Who shot me,

But your punks didn't finish

Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out

You motherfuckers know what time it is

I don't know why I'm even on this track

You all niggas ain't even on my level

I'm going to let my little homies

Ride on you

bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches

{ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo

Get out the way yo

Biggie Smalls just got dropped

Little move pass the mac

And let me hit 'em in his back

Frank White needs to get spanked right

For setting up traps

Little accident murderers

And I ain't never heard of you

Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you

Spank the shank

Your whole style when I gank

Guard your rank

'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang

Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block

I'm running through nigga

And I'm smoking Junior Mafia

In front of you nigga

With the ready power

Tucked in my Guess

Under my Eddie Bauer

Your clout petty sour

I push packages ever hour

I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Peep how we do it

Keep it real

Its penitentiary steel

This ain't no freestyle battle

All you niggas getting killed

With your mouths open

Tryin' to come up off of me

You and the clouds hoping

Smoking dope

It's like a Sherm high

niggas think they learned to fly

But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die

Talking about you Getting Money

But it's funny to me

All you niggas living bummy

While you fucking with me?

I'm a self made Millionaire

Thug livin', out of prison

Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)

Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch

And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house

Now it's all about Versace

You copied my style

Five shots couldn't drop me

I took it and smiled

Now I'm back to set the record straight

With my A-K

I'm still the thug that you love to hate

Mother-fucker I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.

Where plenty of murder occurs

No points to come

We bring drama to all you herds

Now go check the scenario

Little Ceas'

I'll bring you fake G's to your knees

Coppin' please with these scenario

Little Kim is you

Coked up or doped up

Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up

What the fuck?

Is you stupid?

I take money,

crash and mash through Brooklyn

With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block

With fifteen shot,

Cocked glock to your knot

Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch

And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped

And all your fake ass east coast props

Brainstormed and locked

You're a beat biter

Pac style taker

I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker

So fill the Alize with a chaser

'bout to get murdered for the paper

E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper

Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)

Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke

Thug Life, niggas better be known

Be approaching

In the wide open, gun smoking

No need for hoping

It's a battle lost

I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off

nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run (ha ha)

They don't wanna see us

Whole Junior Mafia click

Dressing up trying to be us

How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?

When we always on out job

We millionaire's

Killing ain't fair

But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)

You wanna fuck with us

You Little young ass motherfuckers

Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something

You're fucking with me, nigga?

You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack

You better back the fuck up

Before you get smacked the fuck up

This is how we do it on our side

Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,

Bring it.

But we ain't singing,

We bringing drama

fuck you and your mother fucking mama.

We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers.

Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.

Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion

Well this is how we gonna' do this:

fuck Mobb Deep,

fuck Biggie,

fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew.

And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,

Then fuck you too.

Chino XL, fuck you too.

All you mother fuckers,

fuck you too.

(take money, take money)

All of y'all mother fuckers,

fuck you, die slow motherfucker.

My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.

You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.

We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.

West Side till' we die.

Out here in California, nigga

We warned ya'

We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.

We do our job.

You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob

Ain't nothing but killers

And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us.

Our shit goes triple and four quadruple

You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts

You know how it is and we drop records they felt

You niggas can't feel it

We the realist

fuck 'em.

We Bad Boy killers.

Busta Rhymes

Song Lyrics

Busta Rhymes - Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'Em)

"Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'Em)"

This is a national security alert

Ground Music, Flip Mode, Aftermath, here we go

Back with the most venomous rap

It be the godfather of the club banger let me hear you clap

You can applause and from the very beginnin'

You can give me a standin' ovation while I'm bangin' your face in

With another banger I call it the cliffhanger

Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap shit

(Come on)

You could see the way I make 'em mad sick

From down bottom the way I got 'em give me my cash quick

(Come on)

Log on you better grab onto somethin'

Because I'm 'bout to shake shit again and make 'em black bitch

(Come on)

Now you hear the shots ring off from bitches takin' everything off

Each other got 'em whylin' runnin' for cover

The King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully

Bully of rap still ugly with the money runnin' the trap

Now they givin' me dap, as far as I'm concerned in this mu'f**ker

Like how I got 'em now they ready to snap

So don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

Don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

It's gettin' hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

Here we go

Now you see the alcohol spillin' and we got 'em

Hands in the ceilin', you know we only come to rattle the bulidin'

And break it on down just a little once again

Knowin' we holdin' the bank so let me keep the dice rollin'

And keep it traditional the way I keep my money fallin'

While you slackin' on yo' mackin', Duke, we always keep it goin'

Right to the left, do it to death, now watch me

Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle

And I, pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin'

How I'm whylin' niggas wonderin' when I'm gonna bring the hook in

Thugs ice grillin' every time they get to lookin'

Got 'em whylin' overseas all the way back to go Brooklyn

Now they ready to spaz 'cause we bring the best to them

Shit that shut it down on the regular

That's with the fly 80s' nigga that was whippin' in a Cressida

Fresher than, most of these niggas, killin' the rest of the

Fellas that was thinkin' that they as rushin' in and bustin' in

But the way we was doin', we was musclin' their hustlin'

So don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

Don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

It's gettin' hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

Here we go

You don't really want it my dude

I'm sayin' most my niggas is rude

And when we come we eat a nigga food

Back to the fact in the matter at hand

For me to come in control this whole shit, was only part of the plan

The other part of the plan is for you to understand

That nothin' could f**k with the kid, let me say it again

The Broad Back B, Busta Bus back to put out the trash

And just for the record, we got it on smash, now

How the f**k they even got the audacity

The fire marshall come and try to talk about capacity

Every time I'm in the spot, I hope you know it has to be

Extremely packed to shut it down, you'll probably cause a tragedy

Don't you know that when I'm in the place I change the mood again

I be whylin' wit raunchy bitches and a bunch of hooligans

Now don't get it f**ked up just because I flaunt it

Niggas think that they can test me, bring it if you really want it

See I be the type to always beat you to the punch faster

I keep a smile on my face, but carry the Bushmaster

So don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

Don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

It's gettin' hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

Keep it goin'

You already know I said it word to mother

Shit is so hot you niggas think it's cold in the summer

Shh, calm the noise down let's get a little quiet

'Cause the neighbors call the police they know we cause riots

And they know that we'll have them thinkin' they dancin' with the devil

When they play the music turn the volume to the highest level

You got it right

Let's keep the bomb goin' like we lit a stick of dynamite

Bow you know you need to follow whenever you hear the God spit

(Aww shit)

You see me nigga back in the cockpit

Out to gettin' this money I give you all a stock tip

Perspire by a nigga till you see the sweat drop drip

So don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

Don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

It's gettin' hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

Here we go