2Pac Lyrics
2Pac Lyrics
"Hit 'Em Up Lyrics"
Boo Lyrics
As I set down these notes on paper, I'm obsessed by the thought that I might be the last living man on earth. 2X2L calling CQ... 2X2L calling CQ... 2X2L calling CQ... New York Isn't there anyone on the air? Isn't there anyone on the air? Isn't there anyone? Inside this leaking submarine The hull is closing in The water is above my ankles Now that I still can't get you off of my mind I don't think that we can pull this one off We shall see, time will tell What is time and why does it Taste like salt water inside of my mouth? Someday I will sail again, To a distant shore, far away. I will sail again, To a distant shore, far away... If the line snaps, There's no air, Will you hold me? If I'm asleep, <
As I set down these notes on paper, I'm obsessed by the thought that I might be the last living man on earth. 2X2L calling CQ... 2X2L calling CQ... 2X2L calling CQ... New York Isn't there anyone on the air? Isn't there anyone on the air? Isn't there anyone? Inside this leaking submarine The hull is closing in The water is above my ankles Now that I still can't get you off of my mind I don't think that we can pull this one off We shall see, time will tell What is time and why does it Taste like salt water inside of my mouth? Someday I will sail again, To a distant shore, far away. I will sail again, To a distant shore, far away... If the line snaps, There's no air, Will you hold me? If I'm asleep, <
(featuring Outlawz)
Intro: Tupac
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)
Verse One: Tupac
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 Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...
Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy b
Guitar And Video Games Lyrics
how is it you feel? I remember you at the top of my room all these things we wondered how to hide see how it works when all the day long in a bottle of mud all these fears we wondered how to hide with our love how is it you feel when you run? ships won't come in in a bottle of mud all this time looking for love and you want to find peace but you find me mondrary fields where we run see how it works with a bottle of rum all this time hiding from death and we want to be strong but we find the true story a tale writing itself as we sail a story a tale writing itself as we wail never again my dear should we come dancing here we'll play guitar and video games what if we refuse to foll
itches, feel it!how is it you feel? I remember you at the top of my room all these things we wondered how to hide see how it works when all the day long in a bottle of mud all these fears we wondered how to hide with our love how is it you feel when you run? ships won't come in in a bottle of mud all this time looking for love and you want to find peace but you find me mondrary fields where we run see how it works with a bottle of rum all this time hiding from death and we want to be strong but we find the true story a tale writing itself as we sail a story a tale writing itself as we wail never again my dear should we come dancing here we'll play guitar and video games what if we refuse to foll
Verse Two:
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weakest on the fuckin' block i wanted you nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up
Chorus
Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz living bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I h
Bad Mother Lyrics
It's a beautiful day But I don't see it that way The sky's too bright For my tired eyes to take And I wish I was home I'm edgy cramped and cold Trying to keep down the things That you keep wanting to throw up You only mean it Cos you look like Jesus You really meant it When you look like Jesus In your retirement home Watching your wanting to die This thing has sucked All the dignity from your life And this used to be fun This used to be what you want Now its just the same As everything, you run away You only mean it If you look like Jesus You really mean it Cos you look like Jesus The vicious vulgar colours clash Like the twelfth day of July Left abandoned in a field Endless wailing scar
it em upIt's a beautiful day But I don't see it that way The sky's too bright For my tired eyes to take And I wish I was home I'm edgy cramped and cold Trying to keep down the things That you keep wanting to throw up You only mean it Cos you look like Jesus You really meant it When you look like Jesus In your retirement home Watching your wanting to die This thing has sucked All the dignity from your life And this used to be fun This used to be what you want Now its just the same As everything, you run away You only mean it If you look like Jesus You really mean it Cos you look like Jesus The vicious vulgar colours clash Like the twelfth day of July Left abandoned in a field Endless wailing scar
Verse Four:
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse Four:
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up
Outro: Tupac
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass mot
Return of the Grevious Angel Lyrics
( Original by Gram Parsons) Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich and welcome me back to town Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor and I'll show you how it all went down Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels and a good saloon in every single town Oh, and I remember something you once told me and I'll be damned if it did not come true Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down and they all lead me straight back home to you `Cause I headed west to grow up with the country Across those prairies with the waves of grain And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee We flew straight across that river br
herfuckers( Original by Gram Parsons) Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich and welcome me back to town Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor and I'll show you how it all went down Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels and a good saloon in every single town Oh, and I remember something you once told me and I'll be damned if it did not come true Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down and they all lead me straight back home to you `Cause I headed west to grow up with the country Across those prairies with the waves of grain And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee We flew straight across that river br
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh cos our staff got guns in their
motherfuckers belts, you know how it is
When we drop records they felt
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realist,fuck it we?re badboy killaz,killaz..