IN THE AIR TONIGHT

2pac ft. Phil Collins - In The Air Tonight



(feat. Phil Collins)
[Tupac:]
Staring at the world through my rearview
Just looking back at the world, from another level you know what I mean?
Starin...
[Tupac]
Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped caring last night
Two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society, first they try
to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's
crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies
flee when they see me, believe me
Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse
full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend
I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true
While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)
[x2]
(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)
Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers
[x2]
[Phil Collins:]
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Hold on
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on, Hold on
[Tupac:]
Now I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter
cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya
Talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run look at my bitches
Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true
Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say)
[x2]
(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly -
and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die
[x2]
[Khadafi:]
Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned
in school, on some Million Man March #### for the piece/peace
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run
by young guns, Outlawz and truants, ####'s deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough
So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview
[Tupac:]
Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin
The world, the world is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game
and what the levels and the rules of the game is
Then the world ain't no trick no more
The world is a game to be played
So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us
Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it
It's all about the papers, money rule the world
Bitches make the world go round
Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't
Starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be
[x4: with vocal fade]
[Phil Collins:]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Hold on
[x2]


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البوست ده فيه مآرب أخر

والله ياشول رجعتنى 5 سنين لى ورا
طبعآ عمك دا شريطو حفظتو عن ظهر قلب
كنت وحلان لى بى عربية فى بلد 3 يوم بنى ادم ما شُفتة
بنى ادم شنو... بث راديو مافى خلى بنى ادم
ومافى غير الشريط بتاع عمك دا ينتهى اقلبو ينتهى اقلبو...
فى الاخر يوم الصباح بدرى الراديو اشتغل.. اول شى جابو اغنية
لى محمد وردى اسمها ياطيور الخريف...
بينى وبين نفسى قلت لو والله لو عارف الخريف العملا فينا ماتغنى ليو كلو كلو

Quote: والله ياشول رجعتنى 5 سنين لى ورا طبعآ عمك دا شريطو حفظتو عن ظهر قلب كنت وحلان لى بى عربية فى بلد 3 يوم بنى ادم ما شُفتة بنى ادم شنو... بث راديو مافى خلى بنى ادم ومافى غير الشريط بتاع عمك دا ينتهى اقلبو ينتهى اقلبو... فى الاخر يوم الصباح بدرى الراديو اشتغل.. اول شى جابو اغنية لى محمد وردى اسمها ياطيور الخريف... بينى وبين نفسى قلت لو والله لو عارف الخريف العملا فينا ماتغنى ليو كلو كلو

محمد عوض الأخبار يا عمك؟
تمام الأغنية رجعك ورا 5 سنين ... أنا الأغنية دي ودتني قدام 15 سنة بإعتبار ما سيكون.
أبشر بالخير يا ود عوض.

شول
تحياتى وكيف حالك ؟
عفوا يا شول هذه الأغنية تحتوى على كلمات بذيئة وخادشة للحياء
ــ
سماحتك تجبرنى أن أطلب منك سحبها وسحب الـ text بتاعها
مع كامل إحترامى !!

Quote: شول تحياتى وكيف حالك ؟ عفوا يا شول هذه الأغنية تحتوى على كلمات بذيئة وخادشة للحياء ــ سماحتك تجبرنى أن أطلب منك سحبها وسحب الـ text بتاعها مع كامل إحترامى !!

جنابو صلاح أبودية مع إحترامي الشديد للأسف حاضطر اواصل بالأغنية دي مع الإعتذار العميق ليك.

تحياتي

PAC rules

hellrazor is my No 1

!

أغضبوك حتى انت يا جبل السماحه؟؟؟

لا تغضب!

Quote: PAC rules hellrazor is my No 1 !

(feat. Stretch)

Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah
This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah
Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin
Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen
On the scene watchin fiends buggin
Kickin up dust with the older G's
Soakin up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned
not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons
A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin
I was gangsta sexin
Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class
and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin
Mobbin through the overpass laughin
While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger
Cause some nigga tried to kill me
and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer
They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh

[Chorus: Stretch]

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unnh
[Repeat 4X]
Mama raised a hellrazor
[2Pac] Dear Lord can ya feel me
Stress gettin major, unnh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin
Mama raised a hellrazor, I can't figure
Why you let the police beat down niggaz
I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po' babies restin in the early graves
God come save the youth
Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you
Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? Show a way
I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn
Every nigga that I know's on death row
My younger homey's seventeen and he paid a price
Little young motherfucker doin triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better
If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, ######## the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts
Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin
Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen
Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah
C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor
Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major
(Lord be my savior, unnh)

[Chorus: Stretch]

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unhh
[repeat 2X]
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, aww ####
Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha
Now I'm screamin ######## the world, in the end
it's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my ######## when my #### drop
Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots
Every nigga on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
with my hands on the trigger, Thug nigga
Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die


مية المية يا صلاح الدين نادر

Yin acaa muoc my freind

!

الاخ/ شول
سلام وتحية

الود ده يا شول قالو سودانى "ابوهو سودانى"

الكلام ده سمعتو فى البورد ده, ولا اذكر لمن البوست

تحياتى

Quote: الاخ/ شول سلام وتحية الود ده يا شول قالو سودانى "ابوهو سودانى" الكلام ده سمعتو فى البورد ده, ولا اذكر لمن البوست تحياتى

محمد مختار ممكن غايتو ما متأكد بس السودانيين معروفين كلو شئ سمح بحبو ينسبو لروحهم وكل شئ كعب بينفوه منهم ويكون ما تبعهم وينكروه مرة وااحدة والله واحد.



Changes lyrics

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

[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]

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

[Bridge]

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

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

[Bridge 'til fade]

Quote: Yin acaa muoc my freind !

تتذكر يا بنج كلامنا عن الآخر في إحدي البوستات هنا في الأونلاين حيث الإستيكر الجاهز الممكن يتلصق علي الزول المختلف لمجرد رأي أو لمجرد صورة.

حالة صعبة يا ود نادر النادر.


ين أشا ليج أفي ديد


.

Quote: أغضبوك حتى انت يا جبل السماحه؟؟؟ لا تغضب!

ليس غضباُ إنما تقييم موطئ القدم حتي لا ينخدع الفرد منا بالبرق الخلب.

ساكون هنا وإن غضبت ماذا سافعل يا تري!
لا شئ للأسف فانا مجرد غريب سيشد رحاله ذات يوم إلي حيث أتي غير مأسوفاً عليه وأظنهم سيغنون لي الأغنية التالي:


Hit 'Em Up
Featuring Outlawz]
Intro: Tupac
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)
Verse One: Tupac
First off, ######## your bitch in the clit you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ####### bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ####### up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't ######## around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ####### off tha street, so ######## peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
######## wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...

Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-####### bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!
Verse Two:
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up

Chorus

Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four:
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you heards
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the ########
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click #####n, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-####### east coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse Four:
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint #### but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the ######## they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna ######## with us?
You little young ####### motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you ######## around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the ######## up, fore you get smacked the ######## up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
######## you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
######## Mobb Deep
######## Biggie
######## Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then ######## you too
Chino XL, ######## you too
All you motherfuckers, ######## you too

(take money)
(take money)

Alla y'all motherfuckers, ######## you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our ####'s going triple and four-quadruple

(take money)

You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they
motherfuckers back, you know how it is
When we drop records they feel it
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, ######## EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes

Quote: حالة صعبة

We – all- suffer this however, some of us suffer more

(I don’t speak jieng nor Naath, I just try to learn)

!

Quote: We – all- suffer this however, some of us suffer more

Yeah my brother

Quote: (I don’t speak jieng nor Naath, I just try to learn) !

Jieng - English dictionary is it means something to you bro




_________
my phone is in the profile

Only God can judge me

(feat. Rappin 4-Tay)
[Intro: 2Pac]

Only God can judge me, is that right?
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else
All you other motherfuckers get out my business

[Verse One: 2Pac]

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me

[Chorus: 2Pac]

[synth voice] Only God can judge me
That's right baby, yeah baby
[synth voice] Only God
Hahahahahahahaha
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge
[synth cont.] me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
And only God can
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now

[heart monitor: long beep]
Flatline!

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

I hear the doctor standing over me [heart monitor: beeping slowly]
screamin I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV
Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops]
I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets
I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Try to remember, but it hurts
I'm walkin through the ce####ry talkin to the, dirt
I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me? And ######## peace
Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped
Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's
a million motherfuckers stressin just like me
Only God can judge me

[Chorus w/ variations]

[Interlude: 2Pac]

That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
(That's for real)
and I don't see why everybody feel as though
that they gotta tell me how to live my life
(You know?)
Let me live baby, let me live

[Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac]

Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala
For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya
Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement?
He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin
Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real
Got him, lurked him, crept the ######## up on him
Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him
After talkin behind my back like a bitch would
Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place
to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase
Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
My new #### is so fetti already sold a key of ounce
Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay
Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies
Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise

Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug
That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz
Been livin lavish like a player all day
Now I'm bout to floss em off, player #### with 4-Tay
Only God can judge me

[Chorus w/ variations]

[4Tay] Only God main
[2Pac] That right?
[4Tay] That's real
[2Pac] Hahahahahaha
[4Tay] ######## everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin?
[2Pac] Man, look here man
My only fear of death is comin back to the streets reincarnated
That's for the homey mental
We up out

ويحك.....يا شول....

Quote: Only God can judge me

كيف يحق لك ان تتسأل يا غالي؟؟؟
والكل معتبر روحه مؤهل بان يحاكم الآخرين؟؟!!

Quote: ويحك.....يا شول.... Quote: Only God can judge me كيف يحق لك ان تتسأل يا غالي؟؟؟ والكل معتبر روحه مؤهل بان يحاكم الآخرين؟؟!!

الكل يحكم حسب معاييره دون مراعاة الآخر.
الكل ينصب نفسه كانه محور الكون للأسف.

ولكن كفي.
فنحن نقول للأعور أعور وللأطرش أطرش ولكن بطريقتنا لا بالطريقة التي يريدونها هم!



Wake Up
Koffi Olomide & Papa Wemba

عزينا شول
يا سلام عليك يا فنان .
والله يا شول اليوم داك كان يوم أسود .
يوم مقتل شكور .
قصة طويلة دفنت يا شول . الزول ده تانى أمريكا ما جابت زيو .
واو
واو

Quote: That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same

Indeed
شول يا شول يا حبيب الكل.
يعلم الله مشتاقين يا فردة.

مودتي

wadup kazz
you just coamed me down thoug
so give some more
dear mama
hale mary

thanks man

متابعين يازول يا فنان

شول يا شول يا حبيب الكل.
يعلم الله مشتاقين يا فردة.

I think things is changing about now

Quote: عزينا شول يا سلام عليك يا فنان . والله يا شول اليوم داك كان يوم أسود . يوم مقتل شكور . قصة طويلة دفنت يا شول . الزول ده تانى أمريكا ما جابت زيو . واو واو

فعلاً يا عثمان توباك ما هين وفقد جلل ياخ.


الفاتح ميرغني حبابك يا صاحب والف مرحب بيك والأشواق تتطاقش يا الفاتح.

خيري بخيت لك التحية ... لك الأغنية التي احب Dear Mama



You are appreciated

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

Sweet lady, lady, lady, lady

نعيم يا إنسان حبابك يا مان


لي قدام

______________
الأغنية دي (Dear Mama)إحتمال الوحيدة لتوباك الممكن مقص بكري ما يهبش منو ولا حرف Looooooolz

My Ghetto Gospel


Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel

[Chorus - Elton John:]
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

[2Pac]
If I could recelect before my hood dayz
I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on the good dayz
i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested, it was stressed that they under
In our days, things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
cause any day they'll push the button
and yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it aint about black or white, cuz we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel

[Chorus - Elton John]

[2Pac]
Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I keep discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when its said and done
I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But am I less holy
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets
My ghetto gospel

[Chorus - Elton John]

[2Pac]
Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being hell bound...

Quote: there's no need for you to fear me if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me

Everything will be alright if you hold on
It's a struggle, everyday gotta roll on




thanks kazz

I'm So Paid lyrics
Songwriters: Carter, Dwayne; Fisher, N; Thiam, Aliaune;
Featuring: Lil' Wayne

Rubbin' on that Italian leather
Konvict Jeans on
Ay yo Weezy, you ready?
Yeah!

I get it in 'til the sun rise
Goin' 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screamin' "Ah!"
Hey-ey-ey, I'm so paid

Number one hustler gettin' money
Why you wanna count my money?
I'm a hustler and don't need them
One of y'all, you see, I'm so paid

I see police on that crooked, I
Doin' 100 on Interstate 95
My shorty leanin', blastin' that 'Do Or Die'
Wishin' that a motherfucker would, 'cause we certified

Got a system that'll beat and knock your wall off
Got a pump under my seat, sawed-off
Got a bunch of goons, hope they never call off
I'm a sniper sittin' on the roof, already saw y'all

Ain't too much to put a strain on me
That's the reason why I had to put the blame on me
I'd rather have them dollar bills rain on me
Than to let them haters come and make a name off me

That's why I get it in 'til the sun rise
Doin' 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screamin' "Ah!"
Hey-ey-ey, I'm so paid

Number one hustler gettin' money
Why you wanna count my money?
I'm a hustler and don't need them
One of y'all, you see, I'm so paid

I'm the boss, it only takes one call
For a driver to hit you up and drop you off and that's all
Guess what? I won't be takin' that fall
Homie, I got cake, that's what I'm payin' them for

Ha ha, ain't that funny?
'Cause niggas they want war but ain't got money
'Cause I've seen 'em all talk until they start gunnin'
Quicker than Usain Bolt, the fastest thing runnin'

Yeah, Akon! Weezy!
Block oil holdin' down Jersey
Devine makin' sure we gettin' it up front
My little brother Boo got that vision, baby

I get it in 'til the sun rise
Doin' 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screamin' "Ah!"
Hey-ey-ey, I'm so paid

Number one hustler gettin' money
Why you wanna count my money?
I'm a hustler and don't need them
One of y'all, you see, I'm so paid

Ah-oh, big money Weezy
White wife-beater with the sig underneath it
How do I feel? Bitch, I feel undefeated
Snap my fingers, disappear from the precinct, yeah

I'm ballin', we ball out
Thoughts of we fallin' until the ball bounce
I send some niggas with guns at y'all house
Only to find out you live in a doll house

Damn! But I thought you was tough though
We carry choppers on our necks, call it cut throat
We bury powers on the set that they come from
We know magic turn weed smoke to gun smoke

We ball first when we ride
You in a Hearse when you ride
I put my shoe down baby
And I'm holdin' down Young Mula baby

That's why I get it in 'til the sun rise
Doin' 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screamin' "Ah!"
Hey-ey-ey, I'm so paid

Number one hustler gettin' money
Why you wanna count my money?
I'm a hustler and don't need them
One of y'all, you see, I'm so paid

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