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I wanna dedicate this one to Robert ‘Yummy’ Sanderford
and all other lil’ young niggaz that’s in a rush to be gangstas

As a young nigga, I’m almost ?swellin? in the wind
Give anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was ten
I didn’t bang but I was hangin with the homies
tell them niggaz started slangin that they don’t know me
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn’t pay me
Lately I’ve been tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play me
with that jealousy they need to miss me, don’t sweat me
If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I
someday will die but I’m cautious, I’m fin’ to ride
Put down the top, now we flossin
Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window
Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good
Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs
And I can’t help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it’s bad
but all we had was our hopes and dreams
Couldn’t see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends
as young niggaz

He’s the kind of G like everybody knows
As a young nigga
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
Always got it blown like Al Capone
Young nigga
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known

Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin by, when daddy died
That’s when my momma started gettin high
My neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn’t survive
All our homies livin short lives, I couldn’t cry
Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket
let me get my dead homies high
Come follow me throughout my history, it’s just
_Me Against the World_ stuck in misery; as a young nigga
My only thing was to be paid
Life full of riches avoid snitched cause they shady, back in the days
We always found the time to play,
but that’s before they taught them gangbangers how to spray
Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis
Every stadium that I go, when will they change?
Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga
Remember how it was, to be a young nigga

He’s the kind of G like everybody knows
As a young nigga
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
Always got it blown like Al Capone
Young nigga
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known

I’m tellin you..
.. to be young, have your brains and have every ? and all that
Yo, y’all niggaz don’t know how good you really do got it
Muh’fuckers need to just calm down
and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life
‘Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life
You dumb nigga

Now that I’m grown, I got my mind on bein somethin
Don’t wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttin
Tryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real
and I will even if it kills me, my young niggaz
break away from these dumb niggaz
Put down the guns and have some fun nigga, the rest’ll come nigga
Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin
puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin
at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin
Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day
I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse
the epidemic and diseases, what is the future?
The projects lookin hopeless, where
more and more borhters givin up and don’t care
Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed
and I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggaz

He’s the kind of G like everybody knows
For these young niggaz
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
He always got it blown like Al Capone
Take it slow nigga, it’s for the young niggaz
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known
As a young nigga

He’s the kind of G like everybody knows
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe
Memories as a young nigga
He always got it blown like Al Capone
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known
['Pac talking overlaps singing last four lines]
This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know)
Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that’s right)
Them niggaz that’s thirteen and fourteen
Drivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy)
Young motherfuckin hustlers (make that money boy)
Stay strong nigga
You could be a fuckin accountant, not a dope dealer
youknowhatI’msayin? (Go to school nigga, go to school)
Fuck around and, you pimpin out here
You could be a lawyer (really doe)
Niggaz gotta get they priorities straight
(Don’t see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker)
Really doe.. young niggaz.. little RahRah
(sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don’t be no dumb guy
(Don’t be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggaz)

[singers freestyle and skat to the end of the song]

(”Hard like an erection…” — Ed O.G.) Young black male!
(”Hard like an erection…”)
(”…ain’t shit to fool with” — Ice Cube)
(”Hard like an erection…”) Young black male!
(”…ain’t shit to fool with”)
[runs backwards] Young black male!

[2Pac] Yes niggaz… yes niggaz… yes niggaz

Young black male!
(”Hard like an erection…”) Young black male!
(”Hard like an erection…”) (”…ain’t shit to fool with”)
(”Hard like an erection…”) Young black male!
(”Hard like an erection…”) (”…ain’t shit to fool with”)

[2Pac] Go nigga, go!!

[Verse One:]

Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
and stacking much mail
I’m packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack
and fuck goin to jail
Cuz I ain’t equipped to stop how I look
I don’t sell ya-yo
They teachin a brother like I was in books
Follow me into a flow
I’m sure you know, which way to go
I’m hittin em out of the dopes
So slip on the slope, let’s skip on the flow
I’m fuckin the sluts and hoes
The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes
The gimminy jimminy grows
Then whaddya know, it’s off with some clothes
Rowd when the crowd says hoe
That let’s me know, they know I can flow
Love when they come to my shows
I get up and go, with skins before
When I’m collecting my dough
I never respect, the one that I back
The quicker the nigga can rap
The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat
What kind of style is that?
The style of a mack, and ready to jack
I rendered up piles of black
The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
I hate it when real nigga bust
They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust
I had enough of the fuss
I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must
They gave me a charge for sales
For selling the tales… of young black males

Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz

Ay nigga you can’t handle that shit!
Pass that man!

Hit that shit, that’s the shit!

It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma

We ain’t nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz
Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga!
You ain’t givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker
Fuck St. Ide’s it’s an Old E thing baby
Strictly some of that Hennesee

Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it?

Fuck you capo. You ain’t in baby.

I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking
all that shit, when I come back, OK?
We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back

YOUNG BLACK MALE!

Killing us one by one
In one way or another
American will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is
the troubles in the black youth of the ghettos
And one by one
we are being wiped off the face of this earth
At an extremely alarming rate
And even more alarming is the fact
that we are not fighting back
Brothers, sistas, niggas
When I say niggas it is not the nigga we are grown to fear
It is not the nigga we say as if it has no meaning
But to me
It means Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished, nigga
Niggas what are we going to do
Walk blind into a line or fight
Fight and die if we must like niggas

This is for the masses the lower classes
The ones you left out, jobs were givin’, better livinBut we were kept out
Made to feel inferior, but we’re the superior
Break the chains in out brains that made us fear yah
Pledge a legiance to a flag that neglects us
Honour a man that who refuses to respect us
Emancipation, proclamation, Please!
Nigga just said that to save the nation
These are lies that we all accepted
Say no to drugs but the governments’ keep it
Running through our community, killing the unity
The war on drugs is a war on you and me
And yet they say this is the Home of The Free
But if you ask me its all about hypocrisy
The constitution, Yo, it don’t apply to me
Lady Liberty still the bitch lied to me
Steady strong nobody’s gonna like what I pumpinBut its wrong to keeping someone from learning something
So get up, its time to start nation building
I’m fed up, we gotta start teaching Chaldean
That they can be all that they wanna to be
There’s much more to life than just poverty

This is definitely ahhh words of wisdom
AMERIKA, AMERIKA, AMERIKKKA
I charge you with the crime of rape, murder, and assault
For suppressing and punishing my people
I charge you with robbery for robbing me of my history
I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me
Trapped in the projects
And the jury finds you guilty on all accounts
And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes
Prosecutor do you have any more evidence

Words of Wisdom
They shine upon the strength of an nation
Conquer the enemy on with education
Protect thy self, reach with what you wanna do
Know thy self, teach what we been through
On with the knowledge of the place, then
No one will ever oppress this race again
No Malcolm X in my history text
Why is that?
Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks
Why is Martin Luther King in my book each week?
He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek
I don’t get it, so many questions went through my mind
I get sweated, They act as if asking questions is a crime
But forget it, one day I’m gonna prove them wrong
Now every brother had to smother on the welfare line
The American dream, though it seems it attainable
They’re pulling your sleeve, don’t believe
Cause it will strangle yah
Pulling the life of your brain, I can’t explain
Beg as you can obtain from which you came
Swear that your mother is living in equality
Forgetting your brother that’s living her apology
Thought they had us beat when they took our kids
But the battle ain’t over till the black man sings
Words of Wisdom
But the battle ain’t over till the black man sings
Words of Wisdom

NIGHTMARE thats what I am
America’s nightmare
I am what you made me
The hate and evil that you gave me
I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people
for Four hundred plus years
You should be scared
You should be running
You should be trying to silence me
ha ha
But you can not escape fate
Well it is my turn to come
Just as you rose you shall fall
By my hands
Amerika, You reap what you sow
2pacalypse America’s Nightmare
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob America’s Nightmare
Above the Law America’s Nightmare
Paris America’s Nightmare
Public Enemy America’s Nightmare
Krs-One America’s Nightmare
Mutulu Shakur America’s Nightmare
Geronimo Pratt America’s Nightmare
Assada Shakur America’s Nightmare

[Chorus: 2Pac]

You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch.
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch.
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch.

[Verse One: 2Pac]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

You leave your kids with your mama
cuz your headin’ for the club
in a skin tight miniskirt
lookin’ for some love.

Got them legs wide open
while you’re sittin’ at the bar
Talkin’ to some nigga
’bout his car.

I guess he said he
had a Lexxxus, what’s next?
You headin’ to his car for some sex

I pass by
can’t hold back tears inside
cuz, lord knows
for years I tried.

And all the other people
on my block hate your guts
Then you wonda why they stare
and call you slut.

It’s like your mind don’t understand
you don’t have to kill your
dreams plotenschemes on a man

Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open
either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin’
I’m hearin’ rumors so you need to switch
and niggas wouldn’t call you bitch, I betcha.

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

I guess times gettin’ hard
even harder for you
cuz, hey now, got a baby
on the way now

More money from the county
and thanks to the welfare
you’re about to
get your hair done.

Got a dinner date
can’t be late
trick or treat, sweet thang
got anotha trick to meet.

The way he did it
it was smooth
plottin’ while he gamin’ you
So baby, peep tha rules.

I shoulda seen it in the first case
the worst case
I shoulda never called you back
in the first place.

I remember back in high school
baby you was fast
straight sex
and barely move your ass.

But now things change
cuz you don’t look the same
let the ghetto get the best of you
baby, that’s a shame

Caught HIV and now you ’bout to be deceased
and finally be in peace.

So where your niggas at now
cuz everybody left
they stepped
and left you on your own

See I loved you like a sista
but you died to quick
And that’s why we called U bitch, I betcha.

[Chorus]

[Outro: 2Pac]

Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker
keep stressen me
fuckin’ with a muthafucken mind
I figured you wanted to know
you know
why we call them hos bitches
and maybe this might help you understand
it ain’t personal
strictly business baby
strictly business

So If you wonder why we call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch
If you wonder why we call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch

(feat. Outlawz)

[Outlaw Immortalz]
Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick
Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls
They know
You watchin but you ain’t seein what lies before you, beatch
Picture if you will seven deadly human beings
blessed with the gift of speech, the power to reach
each nigga on every street
May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud
of what transpired since the day the seed was planted
The G grew but we knew he’d rise up quick
Smoked out, loc’ed out, all into shit
Just me and my dogs livin like hogs
Outlaw Immortalz
What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue
What lies between is the fiction
Don’t fuck around and make it true

[Tupac]
Hahahahahaha
My adversaries crumble when we rumble it’s a catastrophe
I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me
Plus my alias is Makaveli
A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga belly
Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around
with a sick-ass nigga like me
They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared
for the Outlawz, here we come

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

[Kastro]
I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols
The mission’s simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials
Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential
Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I’ll be sure to get you
Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro
Blast and I’ma last yo past all these Glass Joes
and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs
I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate

[Napoleon]
My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I’d rather be
robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin
But the shit ain’t nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin
befo’ a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin
I think these niggaz got the game fucked up
If they don’t believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!)
Perhaps it’s a must, I’m facin cases, fuck probation
is what I’m screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin

[Chorus: Tupac]

Thug nigga till we die, no mercy
on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why – when we ride!
Thug nigga till we die, no mercy
on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why – when we ride!

[Mussolini]
It’s the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini
Mentally unstable G status, so you can’t see me
Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets
Rag Vette’s, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets
Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber
For the anger that I build inside, when it’s time to ride
Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin no end to revenge
Fuck any, my alias Mussolini

[Idi Amin]
They call me Idi, from the side of seedy
Young nigga greedy, so I’m runnin up on these niggaz easy
It ain’t nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I’ma commence
to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin
to my fuckin last nut, with Lo-Pole and Kastro
Who you thought was on that asshole, don’t ask though
Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow
Ain’t no chance to hide when we ride

[Khadafi]
My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can’t copy
Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me
Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon
while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin
Since a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome
Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain’t lyin
It’s like it’s me against myself with all these
backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth

[Mo Khomeini]
Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer
The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers
I’m that nigga with the fifty cap pouch, with the murderous stacks
that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef
It’s been a long road, a lot of episodes
And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes
Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I’m mashin
Now I’m surpassin any assassin

[Chorus 2X]

[Tupac]
Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby
Y’all niggaz can’t fade this ol crazy shit
Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini
Amin, Naploleon, Khomani
What y’all really wanna do?
Haha like them niggaz said
“What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew”
Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga
Flashin on niggaz
Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life
But we Outlaw Immortalz
We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga
Like I’ll make you famous motherfucker
I’m talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit
My niggas make the papers baby
My niggas make the front page
Multiple gunshots [fades]

[2Pac]
They claim that I’m violent, just cause I refuse to be silent
These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I’m not buyin it
Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against
any oppressor, and this is known as self defense
I show no mercy, they claim that I’m the lunatic
But when the shit gets thick, I’m the one you go and get
Don’t look confused, the truth is so plain to see
Cause I’m the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be
In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this
I’m Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished
The underground railroad on an uprise
This time the truth’s gettin told, heard enough lies
I told em fight back, attack on society
If this is violence, then violent’s what I gotta be
If you investigate you’ll find out where it’s comin from
Look through our history, America’s the violent one
Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery
This time the payback for evil shit you did to me
They call me militant, racist cause I will resist
You wanna censor somethin, motherfucker censor this!
My words are weapons, and I’m steppin to the silent
Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I’m violent

[Chorus:]
[1st occurance:] as written
[2nd occurance:] add last three lines again
[3rd occurance:] repeat first five lines twice
[4th occurance:] repeat first five lines twice
[5th occurance:] second to fifth line, first to fifth line
[6th occurance:] emphasis on second line, whole chorus
[7th occurance:] first three lines only

“They claimin that I’m violent” -> Chuck D [cut and scratched]
“Fuck the damn cop!” [cut and scratched]
“Just because we play what the people want..”
“They claimin that I’m violent” -> Chuck D [cut and scratched]
“Fuck the damn cop!” [cut and scratched]
“Just because we play what the people want..”
“They claimin that I’m violent” -> Chuck D [cut and scratched]
“Fuck the damn cop!” [cut and scratched]

[2Pac]
The cops can’t stand me, but they can’t touch me
Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by the police, didn’t have my ID
I said, “Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?”
He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew
(Do you know what time it is?
Get out the fucking car, or I’ll hurt you!)
“Get out the car… or I’lI hurt you”
So here I go, I better make my mind up
Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up
I chose B, stepped into the streets
The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat
They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete
(Ay man.. aiyyo.. ay man just c’mon ?)
(”What you doin man?”) They tried to frame me
They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat
But I’m a rap fiend, not a crack fiend
My homie panicked (”I’m out”) he tried to run
(Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop’s gun
My homie dropped so, I hit the cop
I kept swingin, yo, I couldn’t stop
Before I knew it, I was beatin the cop senseless
The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless
(? Arrrrggggh, fuck you! Ungggh!)
Now I’m against this cop who was racist
Given him a taste, of tradin places
And all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin this
frame up, but I came up
Now they claimin that I’m violent

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-ohh)
Then the gun shot, but I wasn’t hit
I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand
He shot the cop (damn!) now he’s a dead man
I said, come on, it’s time for us to get away
(Let’s go, we gotta get the fuck outta here)
They called for backup, and they’ll be on their way
Jumped in the car, and tried to get away quick
The car wouldn’t start (damn!) we in deep shit
So we jumped out (C’mon let’s take the cop’s car)
We drove a little ways thinkin that we got far
But I looked up, and all I saw was blue lights
If I die tonight, I’m dying in a gunfight
I grabed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge
Load em up quick, it’s time for us to spray
We’ll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons
And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin
This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops
You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin ass dropped
So here we go, the police against us
Dark as dusk, waitin for the guns to bust (What’s next man?)
What’s next, I don’t know and I don’t care
One things fo’ sho’, tommorrow I won’t be here
But if I go, I’m takin all these punks with me
Pass me a clip G, now come and get me
You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent
Givin them a reason, (a reason) to claim that I’m violent…

[Chorus (3)]
[Chorus (4)]
[Chorus (5)]
[Chorus (6)]
[Chorus (7)]

[Tupac]

Under Pressure

Yeah, Babyyy

When tha pressures on…

[Thug Life]

when it’s on it’s on

[Tupac]

One of these days i’ll
learn
don’t fuck with trick ass niggas
cause they
turn into bitch ass niggas
i’m sick of bein stuck in tha county jail
my niggas clown
bring a pound
when they posten bail
smokein’ blunts in tha driveway
my four-five screamin
fuck tha police
won’t fly away, thug, till I die
you wonder why I’m made this way
I wasn’t
turned out
I was raised this way
of thinkin
these are tha dreams of a young teen
sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends
one time can’t hold me
one of these days
we gotta bust back for tha homies
locked down in tha penitentry
finaly loose my mind
if tha pigs succeed
stress, smoken weed and nicoteen
but what a nigga really need is Thorozine
right before I die
i’ll be curseing tha law
reincarnated bitch even worse than before
my four-four’s givin payback
my underhanded plan
to get them niggas while they laid back
and big stretch hit tha scene with tha mini 14
servin suckers like dope fiends
and lead tha whole team

Under Pressure Nigga

That’s right

[Stretch]

Never run
throw your gun in tha air
oh yeah
nigga bust ain’t no time to spare
called tha ruffest mothafucker and we fuck shit up
and with tha stainless steel [???], we cut shit up
flash and blast a nigga with tha quickness
cock tha four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip this
damn, my mind is in tha depths of hell
but when i’m walking on tha street kid my name rings bells
and I never fell
nigga I stand to tall
i’m just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl
givin my all
so niggas wanna bring it to me
so i’ma sell my cocain
and lay they ass down ‘G
Under Pressure

[Tupac]

yeah, look here tho

Runnin wild
I never smiled as a juvenile
even now I keep a frown when I come around
don’t ask me about tha past
it was all bad
shots blasted
will I last
in tha wrong path
in tha dark is where my heart saw tha most grief
mothafuckers is getten shanked over gold teeth
am I sick ?
cause i’m addicted to get splifted
watch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted
nothens changed
cause in tha came it’s a steady aim
fuck friends
cause when in danger those niggas change
puff weed
and stuff G’s in my sock G
call Ki’s and Hennessy where tha glock be
Times passen will I last here another day
I put my gun away
and grab my AK
it’s getten hectic
I can’t call it
house full of alcoholics
now we’re niggas under pressure

yeah, that’s right…
Under Pressure, we’re niggas under pressure

yeah

[Tupac and Stretch together repeated 11x]

When tha Pressures on it’s a hit
Ski mask
Extra Gats
bring tha clips
don’t nobody move when we walk tha streets
they stay silent
cause talk is cheap

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought
Nine millimeter kickin’ thinking about what tha streets do
to me
Cause they never talk peace in tha black community
All we know is violence, do tha job in silence
Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn
Niggas commin’ out worse offthan when they went in
Over tha years I done alot of growin’ up
Getten drunk thrown’ up
Cuffed up
Then I said I had enough
There must be another route, way out
To money and fame, I changed my name
And played a different game
Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho
And when I gettem
I’ll hittem with tha bum rush
Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed
Yo, if your smart you’ll really let me go ‘GBut keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi
They got me trapped….

[Chorus]

(Uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
They got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(Uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)

They got me trapped
Can barely walk tha city streets
Without a cop harrassing me, searching me
Then asking my identity
Hands up, throw me up against tha wall
Didn’t do a thing at all
I’m tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall
Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete
Coppers try to kill me
But they didn’t know this was tha wrong street
Bang bang, down another casualty
But it’s a cop who’s shot there’s brutality
Who do you blame?
It’s a shame because tha mans slain
He got caught in tha chains of his own game
How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me
Sweated me, hunted me
Trapped in my own community
One day i’m gonna bust
Blow up on this society
Why did ya lie to me ?
I couldn’t find a trace of equality
Work me like a slave while they laid back
Homie don’t play that
It’s time I lett’em suffer tha payback
I’m tryin to avoid physical contact
I can’t hold back, it’s time to attack jack
They got me trapped

[Chorus]

(Uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)

Now i’m trapped and want to find a getaway
All I need is a ‘G’ and somewhere safe to stay
Can’t use tha phone
Cause i’m sure someone is tappin in
Did it before
Ain’t scared to use my gat again
I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant
But now he’s tha devils friend
Too late to be tellin’ him
He shot first and i’ll be damned if I run away
Homie is done away I should of put my gun away
I wasn’t thinkin’ all I heard was tha ridicule
Girlies was laughin’, Tup sayin “Damn homies is dissin you”
I fired my weapon
Started steppin’ in tha hurricane
I got shot so I dropped
Feelin’ a burst of pain
Got to my feet
Couldn’t see nothin’ but bloody blood
Now i’m a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer
Ran through an alley
Still lookin’ for my getaway
Coppers said Freeze, or you’ll be dead today
Trapped in a corner
Dark and I couldn’t see tha light
Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life
What do I do ?
Live my life in a prison cell
I’d rather die than be trapped in a living hell
They got me trapped

[Chorus]

(Uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
They got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(uh uh, they can’t keep tha black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can’t keep tha black man down)
Trapped

(feat. C-Bo, Dramacydal, Storm)

[2Pac]
A military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know

[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]

We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes

[2Pac]
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker
Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger
semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz
Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
and fear of man – grow on trees
Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
So niggaz whisper when they mention
Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure
Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers
Hits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs.
Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on ‘nac (Cognac)
In the back, my AR-15
Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin
Fat as that ass that honey shakin

[Chorus (w& Outlawz)]

[Fatal]
I bust a trey-trey, buggin an’ shit
They call it overthuggin and shit
But I was just a younger nigga;
gettin older and lovin this shit
But what was I doin in this place?
To the fakes without a pistol in the first,
facin termination in the worst
But I figured to play the wall; to watch all these
playa hatin niggaz position for I could see ‘em all
Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you
But it’ll never be a repeat people I’m tryin to tell you.

[Dramacydal]
Now picture the scenery, I’m thugged out smokin greenery
Considered a B.G., but I’m off in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see deez, that’s why I’m young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out
And why I do it – the ridin and smokin
Collidin with foes – in the worst place;
y’all shouldn’ta fucked with us ,in the first place
Y’all real O.G.’s, droppin game to the youngsters
Y’all don’t want no funk cause
y’all be the next in the long line of war stories

[Chorus]

[C-Bo]
I breaks ‘em off with this gangsta war story tale
Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12
Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life’s in danger
No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane
Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin ‘caine
I be the nigga that’s pullin the trigga
and dumpin the hollow points in your brain
Mo’ bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain’t a ball
We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
(?) Never been no (?) men
How we bucks ‘em down on the way to the ground
ain’t nuttin but the hog in me
Bust off his dildo, killin (?) and keep mobbin G
It ain’t no problem (?) funk off
(?) blow down punks with my sawed off
Bust they dirty-ass drawers off
and had them bitch niggaz hauled off

[Chorus]

[Outlawz]
My whole family been raised, on shit that ain’t okay
Ain’t nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
I’m reminiscin, and catchin flashbacks when niggas ran up
in my house and I was too young, to try to blast back
What happend then? No one would tell me since I was three
Heard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free
But fuck that, you got what’s mines and I want that
Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
And now I’m sittin, holdin in anger because my parents missin
Thuggin Immortal, got some war stories for ya

[Storm]
Now look at me – straight Outlaw Immortal
Never gave a fuck cause I was nobody’s daughter
Outlawin from my tits to my clits, don’t try to figure
cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can’t be controlled, nigga
So who’s the bigger, who’s the quickest killer?
Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths
Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth
We tradin war stories

[Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer)]

['Pac talking]
War stories nigga; hahaha, what players do
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfuckin Tupac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me? Just so you know, it’s on Death Row
My niggaz love that shit
Dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh
Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatal and Felony
C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
You know what time it is

Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong, that’s just for us
Niggaz ain’t gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y’knahmean? Where do niggaz 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

[Verse One]
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 9, all I could see was my momma’s eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain’t have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G’s
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind’s eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug’s mansion

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chillin’ with homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..

[Verse Two]
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear
departed
I shed tattooed tears and couldn’t sleep good
for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
They’d rather see us locked in chains, please explain
why they can’t stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head
with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest
dead
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
I’ll be right behind ya, show me and I’ll go
How can I be peaceful? I’m comin from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
I need a house that’s full of love when I need to escape
the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug’s mansion

[Chorus w& minor ad lib variations]

[Verse Three]
Dear momma don’t cry, your baby boy’s doin good
Tell the homies I’m in heaven and they ain’t got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam
Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, ’til the day came
Little LaTasha sho’ grown
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she’s forgiven, so come
home
Maybe in time you’ll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin 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 askin
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug’s mansion

[Chorus - repeat 2X (w& ad libs)]