On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer

Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne:
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
.                                          John Keats, 1816

Dear Mama

You are appreciated

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 daddies, the same drama
When things went wrong, we’d blame 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?
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 (oo) (lady)
Don’t ya know we love ya?
Sweet (dear) (oo) (mama) lady
Place no one above ya

You are appreciated
Sweet (oo) lady
Don’t ya know we love ya?

Now, ain’t nobody tell us it was fair
No love for 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 you got the diamond necklace that I sent to ya
‘Cause when I was low, you was there for me
And never left me alone because you care for me
And I could see ya 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 (oo) (lady)
Don’t ya know we love ya?
Sweet (and dear) (oo) (mama) lady
Place no one above ya

You are appreciated
Sweet (oo) lady
Don’t ya know we love ya?

Pour out some liquor, and I reminisce ‘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 ya did for me
And even though I act crazy
I got to thank the Lord that ya made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate how ya raised me
And all the extra love that ya gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there’s a brighter day
Everything’ll be alright if ya hold on
It’s a struggle everyday, got to roll on
And there’s no way I can pay ya back
But my plan is to show you that I understand

You are appreciated (oo) (lady)
Don’t ya know we love ya?
Sweet (and dear) (oo) (mama) lady
Place no one above ya

You are appreciated
Sweet (oo) lady
Don’t ya know we love ya?

Sweet (and dear mama) (oo) lady
Dear mama (oo) lady
Lady (oo) lady (oo)

How Do U Want It

How do u want it? (oo) How does it feel? (oo babe)
Comin’ up as a n---a in the cash game
Livin’ in the fast lane, I’m for real
How do u want it? (yeah) How do you feel?
Comin’ up as a n---a in the cash game
Livin’ in the fast lane, I’m for real

Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a n---a wantin’ it so bad, I’m ‘bout to pass out
Want to dig you, and I can’t even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shit, you got me fiendin’
Body talkin’ shit to me, but I can’t comprehend the meanin’
Now, if you want to roll with me, then here’s your chance
Doin’ eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me I’m a ridah, still I’m just a simple man
All I want is money, fuck the fame, I’m a simple man
Mister International, player with a passport
Just like Aladdin, b---h, get you anything you ask for
It’s either him or me, Champagne, Hennessey
A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a h-e need
Puff some more weed, funk, you don’t need
Approachin’ hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I’ve been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin’, baby, I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy, (tell me) n---a, (how you) now (want) tell me (it) how you want it

How (baby) do u want it? (yeah yeah) (oo) How does it feel? (oo babe) (oo yeah)
Comin’ up as a n---a in the cash game (ah)
Livin’ in the fast lane, (livin’) I’m (it) for real (for n---a)
How do u want it? (yeah yeah) How do you feel? (oh oh)
Comin’ up as a n---a (yeah) in the cash game (I’m)
Livin’ in the fast lane, (livin’ it) I’m (for) for (real) real

Tell me, is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk, am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor, it’s like erotic, ironic
‘Cause I’m somewhat psychotic
I’m hittin’ switches on b---hes like I’ve been fixed with hydraulics (‘eal)
(My) up and down (is) like a roller coaster, (‘eal) I’m up inside ya
I ain’t quittin’ ‘til the show is over ‘cause I’m a ridah
In and out, just like a robbery, I’ll probably be a freak
And let you get on top of me, get her rockin’ these
Nights full of Alizé, a livin’ legend (Alizé)
You ain’t heard about these n---az play these Cali days?
Delores Tucker, you’s a motherfucker
Instead of tryin’ to help a n---a, you destroy a brother
Worse than the others, Bill Clinton, Mister Bob Dole
You’re too old to understand the way the game’s told
You’re lame, so I got to hit you with the hot facts
Want some on lease? I’m makin’ millions, n---az top that
They want to censor me, (‘eal) they’d rather see me in a cell
Livin’ in hell, only a few of us’ll live to tell
Now, everybody talkin’ ‘bout us, I could give a fuck
I’d be the first ones to bomb and cuss
N---a, tell me how you want it (oh)

How do u want it? (oo) (tell me) How does it (baby) feel?
Comin’ up as a n---a in the (ha) cash game
Livin’ in the (oh oh) (I’m livin’ in the) fast lane, (oh oh) I’m (I’m) for real (livin’ in the) (oh) (oh)
How do u want it? (I want to know) (oh) (how you want to be) (yeah) How do you feel? (how you feel)
Comin’ up as a n---a (baby) in the cash game
(I’m) livin’ in the fast lane, (livin’) I’m for real (oh)

Raised as a youth, tell the truth, I got the scoop (yeah)
On how to get a bulletproof (yeah) because I jumped on the roof
Before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Game rules, (I’m livin’) I’m livin’ major, (oo wee) my adversaries (oo wee)
Is lookin’ worried, they paranoid of gettin’ buried
One of us goin’ to see the cemetery
My only hope, survive, if I wish to stay alive
Gettin’ high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die
I want to live my life and ball, make a couple million
And then I’m chillin’, fade ‘em all, these taxes
Got me crossed up, and people tryin’ to sue me
Media is in my business, and they actin’ like they know me
Ha ha (but) ha ha, but I’m’a mash out and peel out (peel)
I’m with it quick, I’s quick to whip that fuckin’ steel out (steel)
Yeah, (oh) n---a, it’s some new shit, so better get up on it
When you see me, tell a n---a how you want it
How do u want it? (do)

How do u want it? (oo) How does it feel? (oo)
Comin’ up as a n---a in the cash game
Livin’ in the fast lane I’m for real
How do u want it? (yeah) How do you feel? (oo)
Comin’ up as a (woah) n---a in the cash game
Livin’ in the fast lane (baby) (I) (baby) I’m for real (know) (baby) (oh)

How do u want it? (oo) (I know) How does it feel? (yeah yeah)
Comin’ up as a n---a (oh yeah) in the cash game
Livin’ in the fast lane (‘eah ‘eah) I’m for real (oo yeah) (how you want it?) (oo woah)
How do u want it? (oh) (yeah) (woah) How do you feel? (ah)
Comin’ up (oh) as a n---a (woah) in the cash game (yeah, my n---a Johnny J) (oo woah)
Livin’ in the (yeah) fast lane, (ha ha) I’m for real (we out) (oh oh)

How (oh) do u want it? (oo) (baby babe) How does it feel? (oo babe)
Comin’ up as a n---a (want to) in the cash game (know)
Livin’ in the fast lane (got to) I’m (know) for real (baby babe)
How do u want it? (oo) (tell me) How do you feel? (oh I)
Comin’ up as a n---a in the cash game
Livin’ in the fast lane, I’m for real (tell me)

How do u want it? (oo) How do you feel? (babe)
Comin’ up as a n---a in the cash game
Livin’ in the fast lane, I’m for real

I Get Around

(Ah yeah)

Round and round, round we go
(I get around)
(Still clown with the Underground)
(When we come around)

Round and round, round we go
(Stronger than ever)

Back to get wreck
All respect to those who break their neck to keep their h--s in check
‘Cause, oh, they sweat a brother majorly
And I don’t know why, your girl keeps pagin’ me (what’s)
She (that?) tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me
And every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady, take it easy
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don’t want it if it’s that easy
'Ey yo, bust it, baby got a problem sayin’ bye-bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy (word)
You ask why, don’t matter, my pockets got fatter
Now, everybody’s lookin’ for the latter
And ain’t no need in bein’ greedy
If you want to see me, dial the beeper number, baby, when you need me
And I’ll be there in a jiffy (‘iff’ay)
Don’t be picky, just be happy with this quickie (‘ick’ay)
But will you learn? You can’t tie me down
Baby doll, (ha ha ha ha) check it out, I (gets) get around (uh)

(What you mean you don’t know?)

Round and round, round (check) we (it) go
(I get around)
(The Underground just don’t stop for h--s)
(I get around still down with the Underground) (ah)

Round (pound) and round, we go
(I get around yeah ‘ey yo Shock)
(Let them h--s know)

Now, you can tell from my everyday fits, I ain’t rich
So cease and desist with them tricks (trick)
I’m just another, black man caught up in the mix (mick)
Tryin’ to make a dollar out of fifteen cents (a dime and a nick’)
Just ‘cause I’m a freak, don’t mean that we could hit the sheets
Baby, I can see that you don’t recognize me
I’m Shock G, the one who put the satin on your panties
Never knew a h--ker that could share me, I get

What’s (around) up, love, how you doin’? (all right) Well I’ve been hangin’, sangin’
Tryin’ to do my thing, oh, you heard that I was bangin’
Your homegirl you went to school with, that’s cool
But did she tell you about her sister, and your cousin? Thought I wasn’t (uh)
See, weekends was made for Michelob
But it’s a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo
And don’t mistake my statement for a clown (shh)
We can (keep) keep (it) it (on) on (the) the (downlow) downlow, long as you know, that I get around

Round and round, round we go
(2Pacalypse now don’t stop for h--s)
(I get around)

Round (round) and round, round (round) we (they) go (go)
(Why I ain’t call you?)
(Ha ha ha ha) (please)

Finger tips on her hips, as I dip, got to get a tight grip
Don’t slip, loose lips sink ships, it’s a trip
I love the way she licks her lips, see me jockin’
Put a little twist in her hips ‘cause I’m watchin’
Conversations on the phone 'til the break of dawn
Now, we all alone, why the lights on?
Turn ‘em off, time to set it off, get you wet and soft
Somethin’s on your mind, let it off
You don’t know me? You just met me? You won’t let me?
Well, if I couldn’t have it, (silly rabbit) why you sweat me?
It’s a lot of real G’s doin’ time
‘Cause a groupie bit the truth and told a lie (huh)
You picked the wrong guy, baby, if you’re too fly
You need to hit the door, (huh) search for a new guy
‘Cause I only got one night in town
Break out or be clown, baby doll, are you down?
I get around

Round and round, round we go
Round and round, round we go, uh

Round and round, round we go
Round and round, round we go

Round and round, round we go
Round and round, round we go

Round and round, round we go, woah
Round and round, round we go

Ambitionz Az a Ridah

I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
You don’t want to fuck with me
Got the police bustin’ at me
But they can’t do nothin’ to a (yeah) G (let’s get)

I won’t deny (ready) (you know how we do) it I’m a straight (like a G) (to) ridah (rumble)
You don’t want to fuck (what really) with me (go on in the mind of a n---a)
Got the police bustin’ (that get) at me (down for theirs)
But they can’t do nothin’ (constantly) to a G (and I’m screamin’) (money) (oo) (over b---hes)

I won’t deny it (I’m just) I’m a straight (jokin’) ridah (with ‘em)
You don’t want to fuck with me (stay on the grind, n---a)
Got the police (oo) bustin’ (constantly) at me
(My ambitionz az a ridah)

I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
Police (oo) fuckin’ with me (my ambitionz az a ridah)
I won’t (police) deny it, (fuckin’) I’m (with) a (me) straight ridah
Got the police (oo) (I won’t deny it) bustin’ at me (I’m a straight ridah)

So many battlefield scars, while driven in plush cars
‘Cause life as a rap star is nothin’ without gall
Was born rough and rugged, addressin’ the mad public
My attitude was, fuck it, ‘cause motherfuckers loved it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uh, (and uh) my ambitionz az a ridah to catch her
While she hot and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, go to the telly, h-e
You put what money, in a Benz ‘cause, b---h, I’m barely broke
I’m smokin’ bomb-ass weed, feelin’ crucial
From player to player, the game’s tight, the feelin’s mutual
From hustlin’ them breads, to breakin’ motherfuckers to pay-up
I got no time for these (hell) b---hes (no) ‘cause these h--s tried to play us
I’m on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil’, so I’m wishin’
Competition got me blipped on that bullshit they stressin’ (booya)
I’m’a rhyme though, clown h--s like it’s mandatory
No guts, no glory, my n---a, b---h got the game distorted
Now, it’s on, and it’s on because I said so
Can’t trust a b---h in the business, so I got with Death Row
Now, these money-hungry b---hes, gettin’ suspicious
Started plottin’ and plannin’ on a scheme to come and trick us
But thug n---az be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke, and Bogart’s (what’s) wrapped (up) up (n---a?) the same night
Got problems? Then handle it, motherfucker, see me
These n---az is jealous ‘cause deep in they heart they want to be me
Uh, yeah, and now (yeah) you got me right beside ya
Hopin’ you listen, I catch you payin’ attention
To my ambitionz az a ridah (oo)

I won’t deny it I’m a straight ridah
You don’t want to fuck with me (my ambitionz)
Got (az a) the police (ridah) (oo) bustin’ at me
But they can’t (I) do (won’t) nothin’ (deny) to (it) (peep it) (I’m) a G (a straight ridah)

It was my only wish to rise
Above these jealous, coward motherfuckers, I despise
When it’s time to ride, I was the first off (let’s) the (do it) side, (my n---a) give me the nine (yeah)
I’m ready to die, right here, tonight, (kill) and motherfuck, (n---a) they, life
That’s what they screamin’ as they drill me, but I’m hard to kill
So open fire, (that’s) see (all you) you (n---az) kill (got?) me, witness my steel
Spittin’ at adversaries, envious and after me
I’d rather die before they catch me, watch me bleed
Mama, come (get) rescue (mama) me, I’m suicidal, thinkin’ thoughts
I’m innocent, so there’ll (fuck) be (‘em) bullets flyin’ when I’m (shoot) caught
Fuck doin’ jail time, better-day sacrifice (fuck this shit)
Won’t get a chance to do me, like they did (fuck) my (that) n---a Ty(son) (what?)
Thuggin’ for life, and if you right, then, n---a, die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you try for it
When it’s time to die, to be a man (yeah) you pick the way (n---a) you leave
Fuck peace and the police, my ambitionz az a ridah (oo)

I won’t deny it I’m a straight ridah
You don’t want to fuck with me (my ambitionz)
Got (az a) the police (ridah) (oo) bustin’ at me
But they can’t do nothin’ to a G (and)

My (I’m) murderous (screamin’) lyrics, equip with spirits of the thugs before me
Pay off the block, evade the cops, ‘cause I know they comin’ for me
I’ve been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
(I’m) now I’m (back) back, (baby) my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switch up speeds? Sure as some b---hes bleeds
N---az’ll feel the fire of my mother’s corrupted seed
Blast me, but (buck) they (buck) didn’t (buck) finish (buck buck)
Didn’t diminish my powers
So now, I’m back to be a motherfuckin’ (please) menace, (they cowards) they cowards
That’s why they tried to set me up
Had b---h-ass n---az on my (b---h) team, (ass) so indeed (cowards) they wet me up
But I’m back, reincarnated, incarcerated (I made)
At (it) the time, (at) I (the) caught (time) the (I) perfect way (God) that God made it
Lace ‘em with lyrics that’s legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I’ll have these motherfuckers buried (I’ve been)
Gettin’ much mail in jail, n---az tellin’ me to kill it
Knowin’ when I get out, they goin’ feel (yeah) it (whoridah)
Witness the realest, a whoridah, when I put the shit inside ya
Cry from all your people when they find ya
Just remind ya, my history’ll (n---a) prove I’ve been it
Revenge on them n---az that played me
And all the cowards that was down with it
Now, it’s your n---a right beside ya
Hopin’ you listenin’, (I) catch you payin’ attention
To my ambitionz az a ridah (oo)

I won’t deny it I’m a straight ridah
You don’t want to fuck with me (my ambitionz)
Got (az a) the police (ridah) (oo) bustin’ at me
But they can’t do nothin’ to a G (and I’m screamin’) (oo)

I won’t deny it I’m a straight ridah
You don’t want to fuck with me
Got the police (oo) bustin’ at me
But they can’t do nothin’ to a G (and I’m screamin’) (oo)

I won’t deny it I’m a straight ridah
You don’t want to fuck with me (oo)

All Eyez On Me

Big Syke, ‘Noop, Payne

(Bogart Big Serv) (yeah)
(Y’all know how this shit go)
(You know)

All eyez on me
(Motherfuckin’) (for real) (O-G)
(Roll up in the club and shit)
(‘Ere right?)

All eyez on me
All eyez on me
(But you know what?)

I bet you got it twisted, you don’t know who to trust
So many player-hatin’ n---az 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, n---a? Holler when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of n---az every time (every) we (time) ride (we ride)
Hittin’ motherfuckers up when (when) we (we) pass (pass) by (by)
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
‘Cause even when I’m high, fuck with me and get crossed later
The future’s in my eyes, ‘cause all I want is cash and things
A Five-Double-O Benz, flauntin’ flashy rings, uh
B---hes 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 motherfuckin’ razor blade
Say, money bring b---hes, b---hes bring lies
One n---a’s gettin’ jealous, some motherfuckers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won’t get me
We got fou’ n---az in lowriders an’ ski masks
Screamin’, Thug Life, every time they pass

All eyez on me
Live the life of a thug n---a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (all) ‘cause (eyez) even (on) gettin’ (me) high

All eyez on me
Live the life of a thug n---a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player ‘cause even gettin’ high

Hey, to my n---a ‘Pac
So much trouble in the world, n---a
Can’t nobody feel your pain (do do)
The world’s (do) 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 you smokers all, whistle as I dip (dibboo)
I’m lost in the land, with no plan, livin’ life flawless
Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
Mediocres got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I’m takin’ off from the curb (dibboo)
The nervousness (do) neglect make me pack a TEC
Devoted to servin’ this Moet and paychecks
Like Akai satellite, n---a, 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, n---a, keep on coastin’
Where you goin’, I been there, came back, it’s lonely, homie
Steady flowin’ against the grain’, n---az still don’t know me
It’s about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit
It ain’t funny, n---az don’t even know how to act, shit
What can I do? What can I say? Is there another way?
Blunts and gin, all day, twenty-fou’ parlay
My little-homie G, can’t you see, I’m busterfree?
N---az can’t stand me, all eyez on me

Live the life of a thug n---a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (all) ‘cause (eyez) even (on) gettin’ (me) high

All eyez on me
Live the life of a thug n---a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (all) ‘cause (eyez) even (on) gettin’ (me) high

The Fed’s is watchin’, n---az 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 shit
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile, callin’ big shots, on the scene, major
Packin’ hundreds in my draw’s, fuck the law
B---hes I fuck 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 stop, until the cash came
Live my life as a thug n---a until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player ‘cause even gettin’ high
These n---az got me tossin’ shit
I put the top down, now it’s time to floss my shit
Keep your head up, n---a, make these motherfuckers suffer
Up in the Benz, burnin’ rubber
The money is mandatory, the h--s is full of stress
This criminal lifestyle, equipped with a bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
Get your money, motherfucker, let’s get rich, and we’ll kick it

All eyez on me
Live the life of a thug n---a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (all) ‘cause (eyez) even (on) gettin’ (me) high

All eyez on me
Live the life of a thug n---a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (all) ‘cause (eyez) even (on) gettin’ (me) high

All eyez on me
(Pay attention, my n---az)
(See how that shit go?)
(N---a walk up in this motherfucker and it be like ping cops)

Live the life of a thug n---a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (b---hes) ‘cause even gettin’ high (ev’ry-motherfuckin’-body)
(I got busters h--s and police watchin’ a n---a you know?)

Live the life of a thug n---a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (all) ‘cause (eyez) even (on) gettin’ (me) high
(Ha ha it’s like what they think?)

All eyez on me
(I’m walkin’ around with some ki’s in my pocket or somethin’?)

All eyez on me
(They think I’m goin’ back to) (they) (jail) (lost it) (they really on that dope)

Live my life as a thug n---a until the day I die
Live (I) my (know) life (you) as (all) a (watchin’) boss player
(I know y’all got me in the scopes)

Live (I) my (know) life (y’all) as (got) a (me) thug (in the scopes) n---a until the day I die
Live (I) my (know) life (y’all) of (know) a (this) boss (is) player (Thug) ‘cause even (Life) gettin’ (baby) high (huh)

(Y’all got me under surveillance huh?)

All eyez on me
(But I’m knowin’)

2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted

Up out of there
Ha ha ha ha ha (ain’t) ha (nuttin) ha ha (but a gangsta)
Suge Knight (party)
Light that up shit
I ain’t packin’ that

(Ah, shit) (ha ha) (you) (ha ha) (done) (ha ha) (fucked up now)

Ain’t (a toast) nuttin (you) (to) but (the) a (done) (popo) gangsta (put 2 of Amerikaz) party
(Most Wanted in the same motherfuckin’ place at the same)

Ain’t (a) (motherfuckin’) (toast) nuttin (to) but (their) a (time) gangsta (ghosts) (ha ha) party (oo)
(Ha ha y’all n---az about to feel this break)

Ain’t (out) (a) nuttin (the) (toast) (champagne) but a (to the popo) gangsta (glasses) party
(And) (ain’t nuttin) (motherfuckin’) (but a gangsta) (condoms) (party) (blaze) (have one on us a’ight?) (oo)

Ain’t (a) nuttin (toast) but (to) a (their) gangsta (ghosts) party

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention’s to get richer
With the S-N-Double-O-P Dogg, my fuckin’ homie
You’s a cold-ass n---a on them h-gs?

Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun ‘cause they got me on the run
Now, I’m back in the courtroom, waitin’ on the outcome
Free 2pac, is all that’s on a n---a’s mind
But at the same time, it seem, they tryin’ to take mine (mm)
So I’m’a get smart and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march for some, (ha) gangster (ha) shit

So now, they got us laced
2, multi-millionaire motherfuckers, catchin’ cases (hmm)
B---hes get ready for the throw down, this shit’s about to go down (bia--h)
Uh, me and Snoop, about to clown (ha ha)
I’m losin’ (yeah) my (I’m) religion, (down) I’m vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules (mm) missin’ (hmm wha’)
N---az be actin’ like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got, nothin’ but love for my n---az, livin’ lavish (right)

I got a p-t, named P, she N---'-A-Reeno
I got a house out in the Hills, right next to Chino (right)
And I think I got a black Beemer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, (ha ha) and (ha) do (ha) it all legal
And get scooped up by (yeah) the little homie in the Regal
Mm, it feel good to you, baby bubba
You see, this is for the G’s and the ki’s, motherfucker

Now, follow as we ride
Motherfuck the rest, 2 of the best from the Westside
And I can make you famous
N---az been dyin’ for years, so how could they blame us?
I live in fear of a felony
I’ll never stop bailin’ these, motherfuckin’ G’s
If you got it, better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of Amerikaz (ain’t nuttin) Most (but a) Wanted (gangsta party) (oo)

Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
(Nothin’ but a gangsta party) (oo)

Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party (oo)
(Nothin’ but a gangsta party)
(It ain’t nuttin but a motherfuckin’ gangsta)

Ain’t (party) nuttin but a gangsta party
(Nothin’ but a gangsta party)
(It ain’t nuttin but a motherfuckin’) (boss) (gangsta) (player) (oo)

Ain’t (party) nuttin but a gangsta party

Now, gives me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever’s left of me
Jealousy is misery, sufferi’ is greed
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me (booya)
I bust and flee, these n---az must be crazy, what?
There ain’t no mercy, motherfuckers who can fade the thugs
(Ha ha) (n---a) (right) you thought it was, when it wasn’t, now disappear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player

It’s like, Cuzz, Blood, gangbangin’
Everybody in the party doin’ dope slangin’
You got to have papers (paper) in this world
You might (right) get your first snatch, before (right) your eyes swirl
Ya doin’ ya job every day
And then you work so hard ‘til ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and ‘bout the way it is
You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kid

They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now, I got to throw away
Floatin’ in the black Benz, (bia--h) tryin’ to do a show a day
They wonder how I live with five shots
N---az is hard to kill on my block
Scheme for currency is doe-related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I’m tryin’ to get up on it
My n---a Dogg with (ain’t) me, (nuttin) eternally (but a) the (gangsta) Most Wanted (party)

Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party

Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party

Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
(Nothin’ but a gangsta party)
(It ain’t nothin’ but a motherfuckin’ gangsta)

Ain’t (party) nuttin but a gangsta party
(Nothin’ but a gangsta party)
(It ain’t nuttin but a motherfuckin’ gangsta)

Ain’t (party) nuttin but a gangsta party
(Nothin’ but a gangsta party)
(It ain’t nothin’ but a motherfuckin’ gangsta)

Ain’t (party) nuttin but a gangsta party
(Nothin’ but a gangsta party)
(It ain’t nuttin but a motherfuckin’ gangsta)

Ain’t (party) nuttin but a (bia--h) gangsta party
(Where ya at?)

Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta (ha ha) party

(Yeah, b---h, ha ha)

(Death Row)

To Live & Die in L.A.

(Street Science you’re on the air)
(What do you feel when you hear a record like 2pac’s new one?)
(I love 2pac’s new record)
(Right but don’t you feel like that creates)
(Ah tension between East and West?)
(He’s talking about killing people)
(I had sex with your wife and not in those words) (but he)
(But he’s talking about) (I love L.A.) (I want to see you deceased)

No doubt, to live & die in L.A. (mm) (California)
No matter what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me (it never) (mm) (rains) (oh) (in Southern)
To live & (California) die in L.A.

Where everyday (oh) we try to fatten our pockets (oh)
Us n---az hustle for the cash, so it’s hard to knock it
Everybody got (mm) they own thing, currency chasin’
Worldwide, through the hard times, warrior faces
Shed tears (mm) as we bury n---az close to heart
What was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold hearted ‘bout it, n---a got (mm) smoked by a fiend
Tryin’ to floss on him, blind to a broken man’s dreams
A hard lesson, court cases (mm) keep me guessin’
Plea bargain ain’t an option now, so I’m stressin’
Cost me more to be free than (mm) a life in the pen
Makin’ money off of cuss words, writin’ again
Learn how to think ahead, so (mm) I fight with my pen
Late night, down Sunset, likin’ the scene
What’s the worst they can do to (mm) a n---a? Got me lost in hell
To live & die in L.A., on bail

To (my) live (angel) & (sing) die in L.A., it’s the place to be (and)
You’ve (my angels) got to (go) be there to know it, what everybody want to see (to)
To (live &) live (die) & (in) die (L.A.) in L.A., it’s the place to be (and)
You’ve (my angels) got to (go) be there to know it, what everybody want (love L.A.) to see

It’s the City (mm) of Angels, in constant danger
South-Central L.A. can’t get no stranger
Full of drama like (mm) a soap opera, on the curb
Watchin’ the ghetto-bird helicopters, I observe
So many n---az gettin’ (mm) three strikes, tossed in jail
Swear the pen right across from hell, I can’t cry
‘Cause it’s home (mm) now, I’m just a n---a on his own now
Livin’ life thug style, so I can’t smile
Writin’ to (mm) my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinkin’ Cali just fun and b---hes, ha ha ha ha
Better learn about (mm) the dress code, B’s and C’s
All them other n---az copycats, these is G’s
I love Cali (mm) like I love women
‘Cause every n---a in L.A. got a little bit of thug in him
We might fight (mm) amongst each other, but I promise you this
We’ll burn this b---h down, get us pissed, to

To (live &) live (die in) & (L.A.) die in L.A., it’s the place to be (let my) (and)
You’ve (angel) (my angels) got to (sing) (go) be there to know it, what everybody want to see (and)
To (my angels) live & (go) die in L.A., it’s the place to be (to live)
You’ve (& die) got (in) to (L.A.) be there to know it, what everybody want to see (and my angels)

‘Cause (go) wouldn’t be L.A. (mm) without Mexicans
Black Love, Brown Pride, in the sets again
Pete Wilson (mm) tryin’ to see us all broke, I’m on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe, remember K-Day?
Weekends, (mm) Crenshaw, M-L-K
Automatics rang free, n---az lost they way
Gang signs (mm) bein’ showed, n---a, love your hood
But recognize, and it’s all good
Where the weed at? N---az (mm) gettin’ shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker, perv’ed out, M-O-B
Big Suge in the lolo, (mm) bounce and turn
Dogg Pound, in the Lex’, with an ounce to burn
Got them Watts’ n---az (mm) with me, O-F-T-B
They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me
Neckbone, (mm) Tray, Hen, Ron, Buntry, too
Big Roc got knocked, but this one’s for you
I hit the studio (mm) and drop a jewel, hopin’ it pay
Gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly, to

To (live &) live (die in) & (L.A.) die in L.A., it’s the place to be (let my)
You’ve (angel) got to (sing) be there to know it, what everybody want to see (and)
To (my angels) live & (go) die in L.A., it’s the place to be (to live)
You’ve (& die) got (in) to (L.A.) be there to know it, what everybody want to see, yeah (let my angels sing)

This go out for Ninety-Two-Point-Three, (mm) One-O-Six
All the radio stations that be (oo) bumpin’ my shit
Makin’ (oo) my shit sell qu’truple, qu’trople platinum, ha ha (to live)
This go out (&) to all (die) the magazines (in L.A.) that support a n---a (mm)
All the real motherfuckers (to)
All (live) the (&) stores the (die) mom and pop (in) spots (L.A.)
A&R (mm) people all y’all motherfuckers (mm) (to live)
L.A., (& die in) California (L.A.) love, part (mm) motherfuckin’ two
------- --- --- (mm) --- (to live & die in L.A.) (oo) (oo oh)
(To live & die in L.A.)

California Love

(California love) (oo)

California (bbb) knows how to party (ah ha)
California (chka chka chka) knows how to party (ah)
In the city (city) of L.A. (bbb)
In the city (city) of good, ol’ Watts (ah) (bbb)
In the city, (city) city of Compton (Compton ha)
We keep it rockin’, we (we) keep (keep) it (it) rockin’ (rockin’ oo)

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 your chest
Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be
The state where you’ll never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean, mean, money-makin’ machines servin’ fiends
I’ve been in the game for ten years, makin’ rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearin’ Sassoon
Now, it’s Ninety-Five, and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin’, lookin’ like I robbed Liberace
It’s all good from Diego to the Bay
Your city is the bomb if your city makin’ pay (uh)
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin’ it down for Californ’-I-A

California (California) (uh huh) (yeah) (huh ha) knows how to party (knows how to) (par’) (party)
California (West) (bbb) (Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) (that’s right G) (that’s right)
In the city (city) (oo-woo-oo) of L.A. (city of L.A.) (Los Angeles)
In (yeah) the city (city) (oo-woo-oo) (in what city?) of good, ol’ Watts (good ol’ Watts) (good God) (yeah)
In the city (city) (oo-woo-oo) (oo) city of Compton (city of) (chka chka) (Compton) (chka chka chk) (yeah)
We keep it rockin’, (keep it rockin’) keep it rockin’
(Yeah) (come) (now) (on) (make) (come) (it shake) (on come) (come) (on) (on)

Shake, (come on) shake (come) it, (on) baby (come on)
Shake, shake it (shake it baby)
Shake, shake (now) it, mama (come on ah but come)
Shake (on) it (but) Cali (ah come on now) (shake) (you) (it Cali) (better)
Shake, (shake your thang) shake it, (baby) baby (that’s right) (ma’) (uh)
Shake, (shake oo) shake (shake) it (oo shake oo shake)
Shake, (shake it) shake it, (shake it) mama (shake it shake it sha’)
Shake (oo) it, Cali (wa)

Out on (oh) bail, fresh out of jail, California dreamin’
Soon as I step on the scene, I’m hearin’ hoochies screamin’
Fiendin’ for money and alcohol, the life of a Westside player
Where cowards die and the strong ball
Only in Cali, where we riot, not rally, to live and die
In L.A., we wear Chucks not Bally’s (yeah that’s right)
Dressed (uh) in loc’s and khaki suits, and ride is what we do
Flossin’, but have caution, we collide with other groups
Famous because we throw grands
Worldwide, let ‘em recognize, from Long Beach to Rosecrans
Bumpin’ and grindin’ like a slow jam, (oo) it’s Westside
So you know the Row won’t bow down to no man
Say what you say, (oo wee) but give me that (oo) bomb (wee oo) beat from Dre
Let me serenade (oo wee oo) the streets of L.A. (oo wee oo)
From Oakland to (wee) Sac’-town, the Bay (oo) Area and back down (oo)
Cali is where they put they mack down

California (give me love) (California) knows how to party (there ain’t no doubtin’) (bbb) (it)
California (do do do do do oo) knows how to party (come on baby)
In the city (city) (oo-woo-oo) (South Central) of L.A. (L.) (chka chk) (A.) (ha huh)
In the city (city) (oo-woo-oo) of good, ol’ Watts (nyip) (of) (uh) (nyip) (good ol’) (nyu) (that’s right)
In the city (city) (oo-woo-oo) city of Compton (yeah yeah)
We keep it rockin’, (keep it rockin’) we (we) keep (keep) (yeah) it (it) rockin’ (rockin’) (yeah) (yeah) (oo)
(Now make it shake) (yeah) (uh)

Shake, shake it, baby (uh) (shake)
Shake, shake it (ah) (shake it) (yeah) (baby)
Shake, shake it, (ah) mama (yeah oo)
Shake (wa) it, (oo wa) Cali (oo) (shake it) (wa) (Cali)
Shake, (oo) shake (wa) it, baby (shake it Cali)
Shake, (baby won’t you?) shake (don’t you know?) it (you better) (uh) (sister won’t you lift up) (uh)
Shake, (bbb) shake it, (bbb) mama (bbb) (west coast) (oo)
Shake it, Cali (wee oo)

Uh, (oo) yeah, uh, (woo oo) uh, (wee oo) Long Beach in the house, (oo) uh, (yeah) yeah
Oak’-town, (babe) (Oak’-town) (oo) Oakland definitely (babe) in the house (Oak’-town) (ha ha ha ha ha ha)
Fr’isco (oo) (yeah) Fr’isco (babe) (Fr’isco)
(‘Ey you know L.A.) (oo) (is up in) (bup) (this)
Pasadena, (oo) (oo-woo-oo) where you (bbb) at?
Yeah, Inglewood, (oo) Inglewood, (oo-woo-oo) (ah) always (ha) up to no good (ha)
(Even Hollywood) (uh) (tryin’ to get a piece) (chka chk) (baby) (be bo bup)
Sacramento, (be) Sacramento, (oo-woo-oo) (bup) where (uh huh) you (uh huh) you (uh huh) at? (huh ha uh huh uh huh) Uh, (uh) yeah (huh huh ha sh) (Califor’)
(Throw it up y’all) (oo) (throw it up throw it up) (woo) (I can’t see ya)
(California love) (oo) uh, (wee oo) uh
(Let’s show these) uh (fools how we do it on this) (up) (here) (down) (side)

Ratha Be Ya N---a

(‘Pac)
Hey
(What’s happenin’?)
Not motherfuckin’ Double-R, Richie
(What’s happenin’ baby?)
Baby
(You know how we do it)
Yeah, n---a, you know I’m up out this b---h, it’s time for me to, uh, regulate
(For sure hey)
Observe
(And you ain’t goin’ back?)
Naw, naw, naw, we got to show these motherfuckers what’s up though
(This is for the honeys the supers’ars)
I don’t want to be her man, I want to be her n---a
(Well)
You feel me?
(Well let ‘em know)

You fuckin’ with n---az that’s insecure, watered down, my shit is pure
Write down my number, but don’t call me ‘til you’re sure
I ain’t bangin’, just tryin’ to relocate between your legs
Drippin’ wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
When you met me you wouldn’t let me, and now
You straight beggin’ to sex me, got you undressin’ to test me and

Shut (uh) me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in your eye
You wants a n---a but think that you can’t have a n---a
Don’t cheat yourself, instead treat yourself
If you’re scared, go to church, I know it hurts
To find out me and your man be sharin’ skirts

I’m hopin’ 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 tryin’ to make my songs pay
Makin’ 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 (I) ratha (want to) be ya (your) N---G-G-A (n---a) (I’d rather be)
So we (your) can get drunk (n---a) and smoke weed all day
It don’t matter if you’re lonely, (it’s you) baby, you (it’s) need (you) a (I) thug (wants) in your life
‘Cause (misters) busters (n---az) ain’t (got) lovin’ (the) you (love) right (I need)

I’d (I) ratha be ya N---G-G-A (I’d rather be)
So (your) we can get drunk (n---a) and smoke weed all day
It don’t (so) matter (won’t) if (you) you’re (come) lonely, (and) baby, (spend) you need (some) a thug (time) in your life (with me)
(‘Cause) these (them misters) busters ain’t lovin’ you right (ha ha)

(Look) now, you was sprung from the introductions
My conversation’s full of game yet laced with seduction
I see you’re blushin’ like you want somethin’, come get a taste
Of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let’s get into some touchin’, (up-) erotic fuckin’
My up-and-down with no interruptions
Have no intentions of bustin’ until you learn your lesson
Now, many questions are often asked, a drop-top, Five-Hundred Benz
And plenty cash (ha ha) to help a n---a

Now, (get) you (the) could (ass) ride with spoke coke to get your lobster and crab
‘Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab (stab)
And I’m’a listen when it hurts, I’m’a hang out but never (stay) stay
Smoke blunts, but leave them stunts up to Super (Super) Dave (Dave)
I be your n---a as long as we can understand (‘stand)
That I’s the n---a, (uh) and spoke coke can be the man (man)
He wine and dine, (right) but me and you, we wind and grind (right)
And when I’m on the field, keep him on the sideline

I’d ratha be ya N---G-G-A (I’d rather be)
So (your) we can get drunk (n---a) and smoke weed all day
It don’t matter if you’re lonely, (it’s you) baby, you (it’s) need (you) a (I) thug (wants) in your life
Them (‘cause) (misters) busters (n---az) ain’t (got) lovin’ (the) you (love) right (I need) and

I’d ratha be ya N---G-G-A (I’d rather be)
So we (your) can get drunk (n---a) and smoke weed all day
It don’t (so) matter (won’t) if (you) you’re (come) lonely, (and) baby, (spend) you need (some) a thug (time) in your life (with me)
Them (misters) busters ain’t lovin’ you right

Now, it’s time for the moment of truth, I got ya naked
Totally sweatin’, let’s see how hot I can make it
Tongue kissin’ ‘til your head swang, I’m so into you
Witness a n---a 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 motherfucker, can I dick?

Uh, it’s on and poppin’, now you see what I was seein’
Why your eyes rollin’? Loosin’ up, girl, I ain’t goin’
Nowhere, let’s let that sucker stay out there
While he stress out, and I, stress out the cock
Hold da boots and let the n---a execute
And though you got it right, I’m goin’ home tonight

You say you don’t need a man, but I don’t care
You in the presence of a player

(I) I’d (want) ratha (to) be ya N---G-G-A (n---a) (I’d rather be)
So we (your) can get drunk (n---a) and smoke weed all day
It don’t matter if you’re lonely, (it’s you) baby, you (it’s) need (you) a (I) thug (wants) in your life
These (them) (‘cause) misters (busters) (n---az) ain’t (got) lovin’ (the) you (love) right (I need) so

I’d ratha be ya N---G-G-A (I’d rather be)
So we (your) can get drunk (n---a) and smoke weed all day
It don’t (so) matter (won’t) if (you) you’re (come) lonely, (and) baby, (spend) you need (some) a thug (time) in your life (with me)
‘Cause busters ain’t lovin’ you right

I’d ratha be ya N---G-G-A (I’d rather be)
So we (your) can get drunk (n---a) and smoke weed all day
It don’t matter if you’re lonely, (it’s you) baby, you (it’s) need (you) a (I) thug (wants) in your life
‘Cause (misters) busters (n---az) ain’t (got) lovin’ (the) you (love) right (I need)

I’d ratha be ya N---G-G-A (I’d rather be)
(Your n----a)

Thug Luv

N---a, we doin’ this shit from Cleveland to L.A., n---a
Whatever you n---az (you) want, (me to) we bring it
Thug luv (n---a) (bia--h) what time is it? (yeah)
I don’t give a fuck where you lay at, n---a

‘Pac, (it’s time) ‘Pac, (to slay these b---h-made) thug with us (n---az)
‘Pac and (they ain’t) RIP with (even know) thug luv (what type of n---az)
‘Pac, (we is) ‘Pac, run (where my) with us (thugs at?)
Run (Bone) with us, (Thugs) run (N) with us (Harmony)
‘Pac, ‘Pac, thug (I know) with us (you n---az)
‘Pac (been waitin’) and (for this) RIP with (for a long time) thug luv (well)
‘Pac, (here it) ‘Pac, (is, n---a) run (here it) with us, (is, what you)
Run (gone do) with us (with it?)

Well, (run) it (with) must (us) be close to the Armageddon, Lord, know
That I won’t fly by that lesson, new, taught me, to pull out my Wesson, you brought me
And am I stressin’ it softly? Get ‘em up off me ‘cause all we
Wanted was harmony, been bombin’ ‘em, yo, yell up out of my ghetto
I won’t settle, get on my level, they can’t
Stop me and pop me, n---a, they got me? Fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic, let’s manage to damage all y’all
And I’ll talk about ‘em, and you don’t really want it
‘Cause they’re cornered, and I wanted ‘em up, jump
I said, I said, we came to shut ‘em all down
So quick to test? Yes, declare war
We’ll roll when I get the gun for the murder, my horror
For what? I did it, so I pause for the cause, and I
Feelin’ to pullin’ out a, pistol-whip a n---a with my, fuck it, n---az, it’s on
All y’all fall, Bizzy gettin’ b---hes to test me, bless the floor
In a n---a attempt to arrest me, stress me, Lord
Lookin’ at death, with the last of my breath
While I follow my kids, but no sins in my steps
Yes, the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves, I’m alone, n---a, believe it
I can seek it if needed, and, if you really with me
Well, let it be, get the greens, and we be runnin’ up over Cleveland

Ha ha, what’s (and I ain’t) poppin’, (lyin’) n---a? (ain’t lyin’) (yeah) (ain’t)
Put your (lyin’) motherfuckin’ hands on your strap, n---a (thug luv)
Oh (n---a) yeah, we can do this like gangsters and slug (thug) it out (luv)
Or we can do this like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me (thug) n---a, (luv) you better (n---a) kill me
Thug Life, baby (thug luv)

I’ll probably be punished for hard livin’, blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in god’s prison, hands on the strap
Prayin’, so, Father, please, forgive me, police be rushin’ when they see me
I flaunt it, Amerikaz Most Wanted, live on TV, like
Pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name
We all goin’ die, we bleed through similar veins
Please, explain to me, now, don’t panic, when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, n---a, this one’s worse
My n---a Bone held the chrome ‘til I came home
Thug luv, player, tell these b---h n---az, bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland, late, last evenin’
To help my n---az clean up some n---az, no longer breathin’ now
Who do you believe in? Hit the weed and grieve
It’s a cold-ass world, n---az kill you in your sleep, watch me
Until they stop me, bury, murder me, or drop me
I got thug luv for my nation-wide posse, feel me

Little thug from the land, n---a, never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me, they don’t understand
It’s the number-one n---a out with a nation of n---az
Down to put in some work and do some dirt
Fuckin’ round with the bad Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war, like a knight in my armor, bomb ya
So quick to test us, n---a, want to press me? Eat dust
For the love of the lust, n---az bustin’ on us
Hit ‘em up with the buck twelve-gauge erupts, it’s my Art Of War
Puttin’ n---az on the floor
When I’m comin’ through the door, bringin’ nothin’ but terror
Causin’ much pain to the n---a that dared to
Try to put a twist in this thugster era
Paired up with a n---a like Pac
and a n---a like me, got to stay high
Thug luv, ‘til I die, keep a prayer to the sky
but still in the hood smokin’ fry
So I beg the Lord to save us all, escapers of misery
Bless my n---az in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it to my n---az and then to get down
Down with the dirty, and we don’t fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds, and if you’re passin’ through, then hit the ground
And don’t get caught up in the crossfire, n---a
Artillery thick and you don’t want to get to fuckin’ with this
I’m straight devil, not a punk to pretend
I reload and buck a little more, flee the scene
‘Fore the popo even know what he lookin’ for
They don’t know, a motherfucker with a leather face, hey
Man, she said, I ran this way, said, I ran that way
You h--s’ll never know because I got away (yeah yeah)
A criminal mind, to keep a n---a on the level sometimes
So get high and analyze your crime
Correctly organize, use ‘em, with results you’ll be surprised

Ah, n---a, can you feel the vibe? We to ride, player-hatin’ n---az, you gots to die
(it’s on to ride)
It’s over with Bone, better leave it alone, more thugs (thugs) goin’ crack their fuckin’ domes
Still in the hood where the thugs play, fuckin’ with nuttin but thugs, man
Ain’t takin’ no shorts or no losses, we crackin’ them domes (around my way)
Give it to ‘em on another level, n---a
Get a shovel, you can dig a hole, b---hes is dead
Infrared to ya head, you can beg, you can fled, but still goin’ bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, don’t be seen in the moonlight
‘Cause we out ridin’ (lookin’ for you for you)
Better run for cover, n---a, duck, we about to bust
Tre got the infrared, put it on his forehead (make some moves)
Send flowers (straight to his home)
Put a card in the motherfucker, send him to his mama
Tell her, he was (dead wrong dead wrong) (gone) now we long gone (long gone)

‘Pac, ‘Pac, run with us, run with us, run with us
‘Pac, ‘Pac, thug with us Pac and RIP with thug luv
‘Pac, ‘Pac, run with us, run with us, run with us
‘Pac, ‘Pac, thug with us Pac and RIP with thug luv
‘Pac, ‘Pac, run with us, run with us, run with us
‘Pac, ‘Pac, thug with us Pac and RIP with thug luv
‘Pac, ‘Pac, run with us, run with us, run with us
‘Pac, ‘Pac, thug with us Pac and RIP with thug luv

Gotta Get Mine

(Uh) gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, (yeah Breed) gotta (‘n’ 2pac) get yours
I gotta get mine, (in the house) you gotta get yours
I (here) gotta (to play) get mine, (yeah) you gotta get (what’s up?) yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta (ha ha) get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get (mine yo) yours (Nineteen)
I gotta (N---a) get mine, (Three) you gotta get (ha ha) yours (ha ha)
I gotta get mine (get yours)

Hey, yo, I’m smooth as I want to be, fuck with me you’s a goner, G
(Oh that’s the way it is?) fuck yeah, and that’s the way it’s gonna be (why?)
Puffin’ up on a dank and drinkin’ mad brew
Takin’ names and after that I’m kickin’ ass too
Breed, kinda of the (can I get a rhyme to go?)
Hey, yeah, ‘Pac and I’ll sit back, straight-up design it slow (huh)
They hate to see a young n---a come (come) up (up)
Another punk run (run) up (up) will have to get his gun (gun) up (up)
‘Cause, uh, I ain’t takin’ no shorts, like a Newport
For exploitin’ the flow, like Jordan, explodin’ on the whole court (hmm)
And I don’t want to be I don’t want to be nothin’ like Mike
‘Cause even Mike was like it’s an itsy-bitsy, what? Triflin’ (triflin’)
and when you in the spotlight, you get, um, jocked right
But your knot’s not tight, huh
Buckin’ anybody who fuck with mine
When will they realize? I’m straight out to get mine

(Yeah) you gotta yours (ha ha get)
I gotta (greed Breed) get mine, (uh) you (I) gotta (gotta) get (get) yours (mine)
I gotta (yeah) get mine, (boy) you gotta get yours (Breed)
I gotta (‘Pac) get mine, (in the) you (house) gotta get yours (we gotta gets mine)
I gotta get (got) mine, (to have it) you gotta get (gotta) yours (uh)
I gotta get mine, (I) you gotta get yours (mine) (I gotta get)
I (mine) gotta get mine, (hey) you (yo) gotta (‘Pac) get (what’s) yours (happenin’?)
I gotta get mine (hey yo ‘Pac get yours)

I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
Finger on the trigger, n---a, hand on my nine
Smokin’ blunts of skunk, makin’ h--s of pumps
And only underground funk pumpin’ out of my trunk
Live the life of a hustler, high ‘til I die
Meetin’ b---hes, gettin’ riches, miss me with lights
Picture me livin’ out my life as a buster
I’d rather pop off a shot from my Glock and blast motherfuckers
I live the Thug Life, baby, I’m hopeless
Chokin’ off indo, tryin’ to keep my focus
Don’t let that bullshit worry me
Fuck the fame, I’m true to the game ‘til they bury me
God gave me game, so I’m hustlin’
Pour out some liquor for my n---az, 2Pac is still strugglin’
My n---a Breed knew the time (yeah)
Whether it’s rhyme or crime, n---a, (ha ha ha ha) I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine, (ha ha ha ha) you gotta get yours (yeah)
I gotta (yeah) get mine, (that’s right n---a) you gotta get yours (I gots to get mine)
I gotta get mine, (don’t flip) you (though) gotta get yours (get yours n---a)
I gotta get (yeah) mine, (but) you (they) gotta (don’t) get (hear) gotta (it) yours (though)
I gotta get mine, you gotta get (yeah) yours
I gotta get mine, (them h--s) you gotta (ha ha ha ha) get yours
I gotta get mine, (yo) you gotta get yours
I (yo Breed) gotta get (ha ha) mine (get)

Now, (yours) tell me, can you rush it through your mind? Of applause I keep gettin’ (uh huh)
Everytime I pick up a mic’ and start spittin’ (uh huh)
The sidewalks of New York’ll start bumpin’
Jumpin’ around with the motherfuckin’ pound
And I’m down to the fullest and break a n---a’s ass off proper
Did I strike you ‘cause I got you in my pocket again?
Them New Jacks, who-knew-jack’s, who knew me
And my n---az, when I used to run it way back when (way back when)
I boasted and roasted and coasted to the pinnacle
Because of what I do with a pen (do with a pen)
Is vernacular precision
Connected two lines and it’s division
Plus, when I add lutes and flutes
It’s guaranteed to sell like prostitutes
I never had a love for h--s, to put it blunt
They want me in the back, but, b---h, I’m in the front
Don’t front, and really I don’t need a reply
Pull yourself together as you pass me by
I’m on a whole ‘nother level, (uh) them h--s is left (uh huh)
I told you before, keep your pussy to yourself (uh huh)
Goodbye, so many n---az lied to have (ha ha ha ha)
Funny what a motherfucker do for math
I got fractions caught up in my everyday actions
Point equal to your real satisfaction
Buckin’ anybody who fuck with mine (uh huh uh huh)
When will they realize? I’m straight out to get mine (ha ha)

Gotta get mine, (you know) you gotta (what) get (I’m sayin’?) yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta (yeah) get mine, you (get) gotta (it) get yours (yeah)

Ah, yeah, (yeah n---a) Nineteen N---a-Three
You better handle your business, you know (get) what I’m sayin’? (yours)
You better get what’s comin’ to you, or you ain’t never goin’ find (yeah) it
You know what I’m sayin’, (get) in this life, (yours) man, uh (get it n---a)
Get yours, yeah
Changes

(Oo yeah oo come on come on)

I see no changes, wake up in the mornin’ and I ask myself
Is life worth livin’, 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 a trigger, kill a n---a, 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, let ‘em deal to brothers
Give ‘em guns, step back, watch ‘em kill each other
It’s time to fight back, that’s what Huey said
Two shots in the dark, now Huey’s dead
I got love (oh) for my brother
But we can never go nowhere, unless we share with each other
We got to start makin’ changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of two, distant strangers
And that’s how it’s supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother if he’s close to me? (uh) (oh)
I’d love (yeah) to go back to when we played as kids
But things changed, and that’s the way it is

(Come on come on)
That’s just the way it is (changes)
Things’ll never be the same
That’s just the way it is (‘s the way it is) (thuggin’)
Ah yeah (hear me) (yeah) (oh my) (come on) (oh my) (come on come on)
That’s just the way it is (just the way it is) the way it is (some things)
Things’ll never be the same (never be the same oh yeah)
That’s just the way it is (way it is) (sh’)
Ah yeah (come on come on)

I see no changes, all (oo) 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 (oo)
Take the evil out the people, they’ll be actin’ right
‘Cause both black and white is smokin’ crack tonight
And the only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes (kill) skill to be (each) real, time to (other) heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain’t ready (oh) to see a black president (uh)
And 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 (‘ver) another way, (change) but you’re stayin’ in the dope (oo) game
Now, tell me, what’s a mother to do?
Bein’ real don’t appeal to the brother in you (yeah) (oo)
You got to operate the easy way
(I made a G today) but you made it in a sleazy way
Sellin’ crack to the (oh) kid (I got to get paid)
Well, hey, well, that’s the way it is

(Come on come on)
That’s just the way it is (changes)
Things’ll never be the same
That’s just the way it is (‘s the way it is) (thuggin’) (ah yeah)
Ah yeah (hear me) (yeah) (oh my) (come on) (oh my) (come on come on)
That’s just the way it is (just the way it is) (the way it is) (some things)
Things’ll never be the same (never be the same yeah yeah yeah oh yeah)
That’s just the way it is (way it is) (sh’)
Ah yeah (ah yeah)

We got (ah) to make (yeah) a change (oo)
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 (oo)
And let’s change the way we treat each other
You see the old way wasn’t workin’, so it’s on us to do
What we got to do to survive

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 (oo yeah)
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, (oo) givin’ it back to you (yeah)
Don’t let ‘em jack you up, (oh) back you up
Crack you up, and pimp-smack you up
You got to 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 (oo)
That’s the sound of my tool, you say it ain’t cool
My mama didn’t raise no fool
And as long (oh) as I stay black, I got to stay strapped
And I never get to lay (oo) back (yeah)
‘Cause I always got to worry (oh) ‘bout the payback
Some buck that I roughed up way back
Comin’ back after all these years (oo yeah)
Rat-ah-tat-tat-tat-tat, that’s the way it is (uh) (uh)

That’s just the way it is (‘s the way it is) (ye’ yeah yeah yeah) (sayin’)
Things’ll (some things’ll) never be (never change) the same (yeah)
That’s just the way (just the way it is) it is (way it is) (no doubt)
Ah yeah (some things’ll) (oh) (never change) (my) (tryin’ to make a change) (you’re my brother you’re my sister yeah)
That’s just the way it is (just the way it is) (the way it is way it is) (some)
Things’ll (things’ll) never (never change) be the same (you’re my brother you’re my sister)
That’s just the way it is (yeah)
Ah yeah

Some things’ll never change