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 Re: .. كيف قتل مغنى الراب 2pac ... (Re: ناذر محمد الخليفة)
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خرج توباك مثل النار
وشغل الدنيا رقصا ونغما وشعر ..
يا سلام
الف شكر أخى العزيز محمد عمر
ادرى انك تجمع الكثير عن توباك
عاصفة الغناء التى اجتاحت العالم
صوت بركلن الباكى والمتمرد .
الفنان الذى احترق ..
ارجو أن تتابع معى دعنا نحكى على
لسان اهل بروكلن عنه ..
تحياتى وشكرى
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Re: .. كيف قتل مغنى الراب 2pac ... (Re: Osman Musa)
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عشان ناذر
Dear Mama
You are appreciated...
When I was young, me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on tha streets
though back in tha time, I never thought I'd see her face
ain't a woman alive that can take my mommas place
suspended from school, scared ta go home
I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules
shed tears with my baby sister
over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids
and even though we had different dadies
tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama
I reminised on tha stress I caused, it wuz hell
hugg'en on my mama from a jail cell
and who'ed think in elementry, heeeey i'd see tha penatentry
One day
running from tha Police, that's right
Momma catch me--put a whoop'en to my backside
and even as a crack fiend mama,
ya always was a black queen mama
I finally understand for a woman
it ain't easy--trying ta raise a man
ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare,
tell me how ya did it
there's no way I can pay ya back
but tha plan is ta show ya that I understand.
you are appreciated......
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Ain't nobody tell us it wuz fair
no luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn'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 wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone
I hung around with tha thug's and even though they sold drugs
they showed a young brother luv
I moved out and started really hang'in
I needed money of my own so I started slang'in
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good, putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when tha rents due
I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you
cause when I wuz low, you was there for me
ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me
and I can see ya coming home after work late
ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate
just working with tha scraps you wuz given
and mama made miracles every Thanksgiving
but now tha road got rough, your alone
trying ta raise two bad kids on your own
and there's no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated.....
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
pour out some liquor and I remenise
cause through tha drama, I can always depend on my mama
and when it seems that i'm hopeless
you say tha words that can get me back in focus
when I wuz sick as a little kid
ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did
and all my childhood memories
are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me
and even though I act craaaazy
I got ta thank tha Lord that ya maaaade me
There are no words that can express how I feel
Ya never kept a secret, always stayed real
and I appreciate how ya raised me
and all tha extra love that ya gave me
I wish I could take tha pain away
If you can make it through tha night, there's a brighter day
everything'll be alright if ya hold on
it's a strugle
everyday gotta roll on
and there's no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated.......
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya, Sweeeet Laaaady
Laaaady...[fades]...Laaaady
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Re: .. كيف قتل مغنى الراب 2pac ... (Re: Osman Musa)
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Temptations
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Yo Mo Bee main, drop that ####!
"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget")
(sample repeats until first verse)
You know what time, boo-yaow
I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin
And uhh, throw up that finger
Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up!
Thug style baby, Thug style y'know?
Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya
I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya
If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up
and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see
the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard
I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word
See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed
Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me
witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony
cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me
I've be stressin in the spotlight, I want the fame
but the industry's a lot like, a crap game
Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go
Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show
And even though I'm known for my one night stand
I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go...
"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget")
(sample repeats until second verse)
Throw up the finger!
And all my homies go..
Throw them the finger!
Ya know what baby it's like
*singing*
I know you've been searchin for someone
To make you happy, and get the job done
You say you need it, a man with money
But I can't be there, and will you still care
Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows
Gettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go
in my ride and I'm all in, gettin high
I can hear the people callin, I'm passin by
Everybody knows I'm ball-in, and to God
Gotta keep myself from fall-in, but it's hard
All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do
Gettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool
Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide
If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie
Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words
in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve
Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slow
Can't hold it any longer, so let it go
Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven
Don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was...
"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget")
(sample repeats until third verse)
Give em the finger!
All my homies go..
Throw your fingers up!
That's just the Thug in me girl, you know
Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like
*singing*
I know you've been searchin for someone
To make you happy, and get the job done
You say you need it, a man with money
But I can't be there, and will you still care
A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down
Got a woman that'll please me, in every town
I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation
got me ready to release the fluid, sensation
sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand
Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand
Even the hardest of my homies need attention
Catch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscin
I wanna take you to the movies, empty park
Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark
Now that it's passion, hold me tight
Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight
I know your man ain't lovin you right
You're lonely under pressure need a Thug in your life
Enough talkin, you want me to leave, I'll get to walkin
See you later, cause baby I'm a player, and all I heard was
"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget")
(sample repeats until the end)
Give em the finger
And all my homies go.. yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y'know?
Throw your fingers up
Y'know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you
*singing*
Everybody, heyy, alright
Heyy, heyyyeah, heyyyayyy, ohh
[2Pac]
All my niggaz go
Uptown in the
Give em the finger!
Throw your hands up
Give em the finger!
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Re: .. كيف قتل مغنى الراب 2pac ... (Re: Osman Musa)
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Young Niggaz
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I wanna dedicate this one to Robert "yummy" Sanderford
and all tha other little young niggas
that's in tha rush to be gangstas...
As a Young Nigga
[???]
give anythang
to be that innocent again
when I was ten
I didn't bang
but I was hangin with tha homies
till them niggas started slangin'
now they don't know me
I got my hustle on
learned to ignore
what coulda fade me lately i been tryin to make a million
can you blame me with that jelousy they wanna diss me
don't sweat me
if tha cowards really want me
come get me
and even I
someday will die
but i'm cautious up in my ride
put down the top
now we flossen
hit the freeway
let the wind blow
drop the window
workin with a 20 sack a indo
feelin' good
stop through the hood
grab tha young thugs
and I can't help but reminice back when we slung drugs
it was bad
but all we had was our hopes and dreams
couldn't see, unless we learned to slang dope to fiends
your the kind of G like everyone knows
He's always G'ed up, from head to toe
[My memories as a young nigga]
always got it flown like Al Capone
He's the kind of G out there, I know
back in Jr. High
when we was barely getting by
when daddy died
that's when my momma started getten high
my neighborhood was full of drive-bys
couldn't survive
all my 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
then follow me throughout my history
it's just me against the world
stuck in misory
as a young nigga
my only thing is to get paid
life full of riches
avoid snitches cause they shadey
back in the day
we always had the time to play
but after they taught them gangbangers how to spray
not just LA
but in the Bay and 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
your the kind of G like everyone knows
He's always G'ed up, from head to toe
[My memories as a young nigga]
always got it flown like Al Capone
He's the kind of G out there, I know
I'm tellen you, if your young, have your brains and have every limb and
all that.....ya'll niggas don't know how good you really do got it.
Motherfuckers need to just calm down and peep what they wanna do for tha rest.
before you end your life, before you begin your life
ya dumb nigga
Now that i'm grown
I got my mind on being something
don't wanna be another statistic
out there doin nothin
tryin to maintain in this dirty game
keep it real and I will
even if it kills me
my young niggas
brake away from these dumb niggas
put down the guns and have some fun nigga
tha rest will come
figure fame is a fast thang
they're gangbangin puttin niggas in a casket
murdered for hangin at tha wrong place at the wrong time
no longer livin
cause he trew up tha wrong sign
and everyday
I watch tha murder rate increase
and even worse
tha eppidemics and diseases
what is the future?
the projects lookin hopless
there, more and more brothas givin up
a don't care
sometimes I hate when brothers act up
I hit tha weed
and I procced to blow the track up
for young niggas
your the kind of G like everyone knows
He's always G'ed up, from head to toe
[My memories as a young nigga]
always got it flown like Al Capone
He's the kind of G out there, I know
[repeat chorus overtop of lyrics below]
this goes out to the young thugs
have nots
the little bad motherfuckers from tha block
those niggas that's 13 and 14 and drivin' cadilacs and benzs and ####
young motherfucken hustlers
stay strong nigga
you could be a fucken accountant not a dope dealer, ya know what i'm sayin?
######## around and be pimpin put here
you could be a lawyer
niggas gotta get they priorities straight
young niggas, little rah rah, especially my little cousin...
[fade chorus out...]
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Re: .. كيف قتل مغنى الراب 2pac ... (Re: Osman Musa)
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Heavy In the Game
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[Tupac]
Now how can I explain how this game laced
plus with this fame
I got enemies who'll do anything ta break me
My attitude changed
got to tha point where I was trippen
twenty-four-seven
moneys my mission
just a nigga tryin ta make a livin'
These busta tricks don't know no male
they spending they riches on scandelous bitches
who stay petrified in jail
it's hell
plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket
jelous ####### bitches
playa haten' but we still kick it
always keep my eyes on tha prize
watch tha police
seen so much murder
neighborhoods getten no sleep
but still
I get my money on major
continuously
communicaten through my pager
niggas know me
don't have no homies cause they jelous
I hustle solo
cause when i'm broke I got no time for tha fellas
listen
ain't nothen popin' about no work nigga
I ain't no joke
######## what they sayin
and get your dough nigga
Heavy in tha Game
I don't care what it did to Them
Tha Games been good ta Me
[Richie Rich]
Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type ####
Certain niggas wanna stick to tha game
you's a trick to tha game
waitin' upon your turn
so will you learn
ain't no turns givin niggas be twisten and taken ####
putten they sack down
then putten they mack down
Me myself I hustle with finesse
Yes, i'm an Oakland baller
rule number one check it
if I show you no respect then
be your own nigga
meaning buy your own dope
cause that front #### is punk ####
something I never funked with
be true to this game and this game will be true to you
that's real ####
disrespect
see what this will do to you
jackin' and robin' and dispisen' your homie
ain't healthy
niggas be ending up dead
follow your wealthy
but not me tho
I'm sowing something major
so what I reap is boss
that's why my public statis is floss
went from a
young nigga livin' reseidential
to a
young nigga workin' presidential
I Don't care what it did to them
Tha Games been good ta me
[Tupac]
I'm just a young black male
cursed since my birth
had ta turn to crack sells
if worse come to worse
headed for them pack jails
so maybe it's a hearse
My only way to stack bail
is out here doin dirt
My decisions do or die
been hustlein' since Jr. High
No time for askin why
getten' high
getten' mine
Put away my 9
cause these times call for four-five sales
cause life is hell and everybody dies
what about these niggas I despise
them loud talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds
jepordiseing lives
shootem' right between a niggas eyes
it's time to realize
follow tha rules
or follow tha fools, then die
everybodies tryin ta make tha news
niggas confused
quit tryin to be an OG and pay your dues
if you choose to apply yourself
go with tha grain and come tha riches and tha bitches and tha fame
Heavy in tha Game
I Don't care what it did to them
Tha Games been Good to me
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Re: .. كيف قتل مغنى الراب 2pac ... (Re: Osman Musa)
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Lord Knows
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Damn...another funeral, another mothafucken' funeral
Lord Knows
Lord Knows
Lord Knows
I smoke a bunt ta take tha pain out
and if I wasn't high, probably try and blow my brains out
i'm hopeless
they shoulda tried to kill me as a baby
but, now they got me trapped in tha storm, i'm goin crazy
forgive me
they wanna see me in my casket
and if I don't blast i'll be a victim of tha #######s
i'm loosing hope, they got me stressen, can tha Lord forgive me
got tha spirit of a thug in me
another sip of that drink, this hennesee got me queaze
don't wanna hurl, young nigga take it easy
picture your dreams on a triple beam
and it seems
don't underestimate tha power of a feind
to tha homies on tha block
slangin' rocks with ya glocks put this tape in your box
when your runnin' from tha cops
and never look back
if they could be black
then they would switch
open fire on those busta-####### bitches
and Lord Knows...
Lord Knows
Lord Knows
Lord Knows
I wonder if tha Lord will forgive me
or bury me a 'G'
I couldn't let my adversaries worry me
and every single day it's a test
wear a bullet-proof vest
and still a nigga stressen over death
If I could choose when a nigga die
figure I, take a puff on tha blunt
and let my trigga fly
when everyday is another death
with every breath, it's a constant threat
so watch your step
you could be next if ya want to
who do ya run to?
murderin niggas, look what it's come to
my memories bring me misory
and life is hard in tha ghetto, it's insanity
I can't breath got me thinkin', what do hell got?
cause I done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell shocked
and drive-by's are an everyday thang
I already lost to many homies to this mothafucken' game
and Lord Knows....
Lord Knows
Lord Knows
Lord Knows
######## tha Five-o cause they after me
kill me if they could
I'll never lett'em capture me
I lost too many niggas to this gangbangin'
Homie dies in my arms, with his brains hangin'
fucked up!
I had to tell him it was alright
and that's a lie, and he knew it when he shock and died
my God
even though I know i'm wrong man
Hennesee make a nigga think he strong, man
I cant sleep, so I stay up
don't wanna
######## them bitches, try to clam me down
I ain't given up
i'm getten lost in tha weed, man
gettin high
livin' everday, like i'm gonna die (gonna die, gonna die)
I smoke a blunt to take tha pain out
and if I wasn't high
probably try ta blow my brains out
Lord Knows....
Lord Knows
Lord Knows....
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Re: .. كيف قتل مغنى الراب 2pac ... (Re: Osman Musa)
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It Ain't Easy
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I take a shot of Henessey
now I'm strong enough to face the madness
nickel bags full of sess weed laced with hash
phone calls from my niggas on the other side
two childhood friends just died
I couldn't cry
A damn shame, when will we ever change
And what remains
from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguements with my foolish troop
I spend more time with my niggas then I
do with you
But everywhere it's the same thang
that's the game, I'll be damned if a thang changed
######## the fame
I'll be hustling to make a million
lord knows, ain't no love for us ghetto children
so we cold, rag top slowin' down
time to stop for gas
peep my horn for a hoochie with a proper #######
Uhh, It ain't easy, that's my motto
drinkin' tangeray straight out da bottle
everybody wanna know if I'm insane
my baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
all the drama got me stressen like I'm hopeless
I can't cope
me and my homies smokin' roaches
cuz we broke
late night hangin' out till the sunrise
getten high
watchin' the cops roll by
Uhh, It ain't easy
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentary
or will I stay free Uhh..
I can't sleep
niggas plottin' on to kill me
While I'm dreaming
wake up screaming
cuz I can hear them suckas scheming
Probably paranoid,
Problem is
I'm supposed to be fantasing
A brother bite the bullet
Open I'm fire
And I thought
"I wonder why this the way it is"
Even now looking of for these
Killa kids
Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin'
doin' 20 to life in San Quintan
Gettin calls from my nigga
Mike Tyson
Ain't nuttin' nice
Yo Pac, "Do something rightegous with your life
Even thou you innoccent
You still a nigga
So they figure
rather have behind bars then triggas
But I'm hold ya down
And holla Thug Life"
lickin' shots till I see
My niggas free
On my block
No, it ain't easy
Till I see my niggas free
On the block
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentary
or will I stay free Uhh....
Lately, I've been reminicin'
about pepermint snaps
'n Junior High
hit the block
Keepin' eyes on the cops
While D-boyz slang rocks
Its the project ked without a conscience
I'm having dreams
of hearing screams at my concerts
meetin' all my childhood peers
through the years
tryin' to stack a little green
I was only seventeen
when I started servin' fiends
and I wish there was another way
to stack a dollar
and my appollar
cuz these hard times
make me wanna hollar
will I live to see tommorrow ?
am I fallin' off ?
I hit the weed
And proceed
to say, ######## all of y'all
ain't nobody down with me
I'm thuggin'
I can't go home
cuz mutha-fuckas think i'm buggin'
So now I'm in this high powered cell
at the county jail
Punk Judge
Got a grudge
Can't post no bail
what, do I do and these county blues
gettin' battered and bruised
by the you know who
and these fakes get the shakin'
when they face me, snakes
ain't got enough nuts to replace me
sittin' in this livin' hell
listenin' to niggas yell
tryin' to torture to tell
I'm gettin' ill
But ain't nobody sayin' much
The same old nuts
Is makin' bucks
While these sluts is gettin' fucked
they violated my pobation
and it seems
I'll be going on a long vacation
Meanwhile... It ain't easy
No it ain't easy
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentary
or will I stay free Uhh...
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Re: .. كيف قتل مغنى الراب 2pac ... (Re: Osman Musa)
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Can U Get Away
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(Conversation between Pac and female)
[Tupac]
Wussup, it's Tupac, can u get away?
let me come sooth you up
[Female]
You know I gotta man.
[Tupac]
I know you gotta man,
but he won't mind if I take you out
[Female]
of course, he gonna mind.
[Tupac]
let me take you to lunch, i'll have ya back before
he even get home, before anybody see
[Female]
I can't.
[Tupac]
aww Come on,
[Female]
He won't let me.
[Tupac]
Pleeeease....
[Female]
naw
[Tupac]
aight, what's wrong with your eye?
Why you got on glasses?
Ever since I met ya
I can't beat tha pressure
it's like your man don't understand
all he does is stress ya
I can see your state of misory
from tha introduction
ain't nobody suckin' and touchin'
this harmless discussion
maybe we can see a better way
find a brighter day
late night phone conversations
would that be ok?
I don't wanna take up all your time
or be tha next in line
tell me your size
and let me find things with you in mind
I can see your cautious
and i'm carefull not ta scare ya
but anticipation of love makein'
got ya shakin' when i'm standin' near ya
use of precision will prepare ya
in case you get scared
just ask the man in tha mirror
now tha pictures getten clearer
all he does is hit ya hard
I tell ya to leave
and you tell me keep my faith in god
I don't understand
I just wanna bring ya home
I wonder should I leave ya alone
find a woman of my own
all tha homies tell me that you don't deserve it
I contimplate
but in my heart I know ya worth it
tell me
can U get away ?
ebony, can U get away, let's go
So much pressure in tha air
and I can't get away
i'm not happy
I know what's wrong
So much pressure in tha air
and I can't get away
i'm not happy
do you love that man?
Could it be my destiny to be lonely
and be checkin' for these hoochies that be on me
cause they phoney
but you was different
I got no need to be suspicious
cause I can tell
my life with you would be delicious
tha way ya lick ya lips and shake ya hips
got me addicted
i'm sitten here hopen that we can find some way to
kick it
even though I got your digits gotta struggle to
resist it
slowly advance
and miss my chance
not to miss it you blow me kisses
when he ain't lookin
now your hearts tooken
my only wish is that you change your mind
and he get shook
I wanna take you there
but you scared to follow
come see tommorrow
hopen I can take you through tha pain and sorrow
and let you know I care
that someones there for your struggle
depend on me
when you have needs
or there's trouble
I wanna give you happiness and maybe even more
I told you before
not time to waste
we can hook up at the store
Can U get away ?
There's so much pressure in tha air
and I can't get away
[yeah you can]
i'm not happy
Can U get away
So much pressure in tha air
and I can't get away
i'm not happy
I feel like remincsin' and I hope ya listen
In tha position and tha pressure and all for competition
me and you
was meant to be my destiny
no longer lonely
cause it's time for you and me
all I can see
a happy home
that's my fantasy
but my reality
is problems with your man and me
what can I do?
don't wanna loose ya to tha sucker
cause if he touch ya
I got some drama for that busta
don't wanna rush ya
but make your mind up fast
nobody knows
or who controls
will it last
before I ask
I hope you see that i'm sincere
and even if ya stay with him
today i'm still here
I refuse to give up
cause I believe in what we share
ya livin' in prison
and what he's givin can't compare
cause everything I feel for you
I wanna let you know
passion will be yours
and i'll never let you go
tell me
Can U get away ?
So much pressure in tha air
and I can't get away
i'm not happy
all I wanna know, can U get away
So much pressure in tha air
and I can't get away
i'm not happy
if you really wanted to get away, you could get away
[Tupac Speaking]
You ain't got to go through all this drama
and this stress
with this old half a man, you know what i'm sayin?
I ain't tryin to put you in a position
where you gotta give up your
lifestyle to hafta get with me but uh,
he ain't even takin care of you
he's beatin' on you and ####
look how you look
some motherfucken wanna be baby, you know what i'm sayin?
shake that sucker to tha left
and let me show you what this life is really about
you know what i'm sayin
you need to be on first class
need to be goin' to hawaii and seeing tha world
and seein what this world got to offer you
not goin to, you know what i'm sayin,
the emergency room and getten stitches
cause this nigga done got a temper
don't cry, it's all good
can U take me from here
can U take me from here
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Old School
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Here we go we gonna send this one out to da ol school
All these motherfukas in the Bronx and Brooklyn, Staten Island,
Queens and all the motherfukas that laid it down the foundation.
Ya know what I'm sayin, Nothin' but love for da old school. Dats who
we gonna do this one for ya feel me.
what mo' can I say, I wouldn't be here today
If da old school didn't pave the way
I remember Mr. Magic Flash, Grand Master Cash, L.L raisin' hell
but it didn't last Eric B. and Rakim was da #### ta me I'd flip
to see a Dougie Fresh Show with Rickie G and Red Alert was puttin'
in work, and Chuck Chill had my homies on the hill gettin' ill,when
#### was real. Well I can still remember Raw with Daddy Cain, when De La
Soul was puttin' potholes in the game. I can't explain how it was,
Whodini had me puffin' on dat buddha gettin' buzzed, cuz there I was
Them block parties in da projects and on my block and tic ya don't stop
ya sippin' on dat private stock. And through my speakers Queen Latifah
and MC Lyte Listen to treach and KRS ta get me through the night. With
Te La Rock and Madtronics with Stetsasonic, remember when Push it was da
bomb ####, Ain't nothin' like da old school
What more can I say I wouldn't be here today if da old school
didn't pave the way
I had Shell toes and BVD's, a killa preaca shot my lees when I hit da
streetz. I'm playin' Skelly, Ring-a-levio when and catch a kiss, before
my homies in my hood learned ta smack a bitch. I remember, way back
da weak weed they had, too many seeds in da trade bag. Im on a train
headin' uptown freestylin' with some wild kids from Bucktown, Profilin'
cuz da hoochies were starin', checkin' what a niggaz wearin' I'm
wonderin' if dats her hair, I remember stick ball, humpin' hoochies on
da wall, takin' leaks up on da steps stinkin' up da hall. Through my
childhood wild as a juvenile a young nigga tryin' ta stay away from
Riker's Isle, Me and my homies breakin' ice tryin' ta keep it true out
on da roof sippin' 90 proof
ain't nothin' like da old school
What more can I say...
Remember Poppin and Lockin with Curtis Blow, the Daybelts, and Skat la
Rock da super hole back in latin corners. When Slick Rick was spittin'
Lodi Dodi, gaming no hoochies at da neighborhood block parties, I
remember breakdancin' to Mel E Mel, Jeckyl and Hyde, L.L. when he rocked
da bells forget da T.V I'd rather hit da streets and do grafitti be
careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nothin' like da old school
It ain't nothin' like da old school
What more can I say......
remember seein' Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?
Remember MothaFukas used ta go"Is Brooklyn in da House" and Motherfukas
would lose they god damn minds. That's da old school to me
Thats what I'm sayin' I remember goin' places and mothafukas was scared
to say they was from anywhere but brooklyn. That #### was da bomb back
in da motherfukin' old school nigga, Remember Skelly niggas knockin
niggaz out the box, popin' boxes, (MY ADIDAS) Remember stick ball,
remember niggaz used ta run dat #### like that? Remember(L.L. COOL J IS
HARD AS HELL)screamin' up at ya momz from da window? The Icecream
trucks Remember all the..Remember the Italian Icees yo remember the
Italian Icees the spanish niggas comin' down with the coconut icees and
####? (I CAME THROUGH DA DOOR SAID IT BEFORE.. DAT WAS DA ####!)
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######## the World
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Who you callin' rapist ??
ain't that a bitch
you devils are so two faced
wanna see me locked in chains
droped in shame
and getten socked by these crooked cops and game
fuckin' with tha young black male
tryin' ta stack bail
and stay away from tha packed jails
told tha judge i'm in danger
and that's why I had that 45 with one in tha chamber
######## tha World
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
I woke up screamin' ######## tha world
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
just woke up and scream ######## tha world
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
I woke up and screamed ######## tha world
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
Just got up and screamed ######## tha World
When I was commin up ruff
that wasn't even what you called it
that's why I smoke blunts now
and run with alcholics
i'm getten threats to me
commin from my enemies
in their dreams
is hell where they sending me ?
have I
lost control or just another soul
a car full of motherfuckers when we roll
sippen on that as I sit back
life as a big mack
brothers come up and say
'you did that?'
brotha take your eyes off tha prize
and even when you getten high
don't hesitate to try
cause you could fall off or stay ballin'
niggas we all in ?
and all my mothafuckers callen...
######## tha World...
Their tryin' ta say that I don't care
Woke up and screamed ######## tha World
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
Just woke up and screamed ######## tha World
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
I got up and screamed ######## tha World
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
I woke up and screamed ######## tha World
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
######## tha World
Damn, they wanna label me a menace
cause i'm sitten here sippin on Guinness
weighin' 165 and these tricks should die
for being jelous of a brotha when he rides
I can see it in your eyes
you wanna see a young player fallen
they hate ta see a nigga ballin'
some of you suckers is rotten
plotten on what I got
then you wonder why I shot him (booya)
please stop
given game for free
you wanna hang with me ?
like being a thug is tha thang ta be
but I got love for my homies
tha G's and macks
so if your black
then ya better stay strapped
nigga, ######## tha World...
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
I woke up and screamed ######## tha world
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
I woke up and screamed ######## tha world
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
got up and screamed ######## tha world
######## tha World
######## it...
I hear my niggas screamin' ######## tha world...
they wanna know if I claim tha click that i'm hangin' with
and if i'm down with this bangin' ####
well, homie I don't give a ########
if ya blood or cuz
long as ya got love for thugs
but don't try ta test me out
stall that
homie this is thug life nigga
and we all strapped
I been through
hell and back
and if I fell, black
then it's
back to tha corner where we sell crack
some of you niggas is bustas
you runnin' around with these tramp ####### bitches
don't trust her
but don't cry
this world ain't prepared for us
a straight thug mothafucker who ain't scared to bust
######## tha World....
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
I woke up and screamed ######## tha World
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
I woke up sreamin' ######## tha World
their tryin' ta say that I don't care
I woke up screamin' ######## tha world
######## tha World
(I don't care)
(I don't care)
[fade....]
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Re: .. كيف قتل مغنى الراب 2pac ... (Re: Osman Musa)
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Death Around the Corner
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Child:
Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
Mother:
I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He's just stand by the goddamn window
with that fuckin' AK all day
You don't work, you don't ########, you don't,
you don't do a goddamn thing
I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
I see death around the- corner, anyday
Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Strugglin and strivin, my destiny's to die
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy
Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me
I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me
Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy
Am I paranoid? - Tell me the truth
I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress,
I'm out of breath
Make me wanna kill my damn self,
but I see death around the corner
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death around the corner
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death around the corner,
the pressure's getting to me
I no longer trust my homies,
them phonies tried to do me
Smoking too much weed,
got me paranoid, stressed
Pack a gat and my vest,
under my clothes when I dress
Here's hopin I die the way I lived,
straight thuggin'
Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas
who was buggin'
My homie told me once,
don't you trust them other suckers
They fought like they your homies
but they phony motherfuckers
And even if I did die young, who cares
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
I got homies in my head
who done passed away screamin, please
Young nigga, make Gs
I can't give up, although I'm hopeless,
I think my mind's gone
All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner
I was raised in the city, ####ty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty
And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household,
And drinking liquor til' you out cold
And tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow
Bustin on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ####### bitches, comin for my riches
Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless,
them bitches will start ####
Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops
I got homies that will hunt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G
And gettin high was a way of gettin free
I see death around the corner
This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there
I know you ain't scared to die
We all gotta go, ya know ?
A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes
And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business
Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there,
all right
(Movie bites)
I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head
I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead
I want him dead, I don't care
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Outlaw
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[Tupac]
That's right nigga you gotta get your papers
up in this motherfucker
I ain't mad at ya at all
[Tupac]
hey yo, what tha ######## you wanna be when you grow up Ra Ra
[Rah Rah]
Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfucken outlaw
[Tupac]
that's right nigga, hahaha, house'n these ho's, you feel me?
[Tupac]
you gotta do that ####, keepen it real nigga or what ?
[Rah Rah]
keepin' it real!
[Tupac]
How old are you nigga
[Rah Rah]
i'm 11
[Tupac]
cause all I see is
Murder murder
my mind state
preoccupied with homicide
tryin to survive through this trial and rape
dead bodies at block parties
those unlucky #######s
gunfire now they require maybe closed casket
who can you blame ?
it's insane what we did do
witness an evil that these men do
bitches see it too
infact they be the reasons niggas get to bleeden
but i'll fucken fire when I leave'em
I shoulda seen'em
hostile ho's catch elbows and grows disposed of
and snitches get dealt with, with no love
body bags of adversaries that I had to bury
I broke tha law and their jaw
all in tha same flurry
but never worry
they'll remember me through history
causen motherfuckers to bleed
they'll label me an
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw
they came into sin
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw
Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
Before I close my eyes
I fantasize i'm livin well
and I awaken
realizen i'm just in prison in hell
just as well
cause in my cell i'm keeping pictures of these #######s
excersisein'
visualizing'
everyone inside a casket
picture me blasted
surrounded by niggas in masks
sent with tha task
to harass and murder my #######
will I last ?
Heaven or Hell ?
Freedom or Jail ?
####'s hard who can you tell ?
and if we fail ?
high speeds
and tie weed on tha freeway
when will they learn to take it easy ?
driveby's
and niggas die
murder without a motive by making motherfuckers fry
got me runnin' from these coward ####### crooked ####### cops
helicopters tryin ta hover over niggas till we drops
Got no time for tha courts
my only thought is open fire
hit tha district attorney
but, ######## that bitch, cause she's a lie
now it's time to expire
I see tha judge
spray tha bitch
'motherfuckers is crooked !' is what I scream
and hit tha fence
I cominse to get wicked
spitten rounds as tha plot thickens
never missen
an early grave is my only mission
If I die
never worry, bury me beside my four-five
may God forgive me, I was high
and label me an
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw
they came into sin
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw
Dear God, I wonder, could ya save me ?
Society lied to me
I ain't never gonna try ta be
my mob will be doin roberies
and stickups on these wannabe's
I witnessed niggas lose they chest
for ordinary reasons niggas bodies put ta rest
so I just..
swallow my becks and holla '########'em'
and if i'm next
just leta nigga step with somethin'
I ain't fearin nothen
young and thugin
prepared for bustin if that's my destiny
ready for whatever
see you niggas can't get tha best of me
(hold me down)
definately no need for askin
(now he mad)
top speed
(smokin weed)
Blasted (biotch)
cause when I bust'em they gonna shiver
tha killers cry
soldiers got bodies floaten in tha river
what is they sayin ?
talken about prayin'
they need to stop
that ain't gonna help
these niggas sprayin up my block
tryin ta take my wealth
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw
They came into sin
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw
Dear God, I wonder could ya save me ?
Outlaw, Outlaw
They came into sin
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw
Dear God, I wonder could ya save me ?
######## tha judge, I gotta gruge
punk police, niggas run tha streets
it ain't nothen but muuuuzik
####s changed
1995 tha games has changed
motherfuckers is actin real strange
the rules is all rearranged
you got babies lyin' dead in tha streets
these punk police is crooked as me
but all I see
is mothafuckers actin' less than G's
stop bein a playa-hater
be an inovator nigga
######## that ####
don't be no entertainer and a stranger
be a real mothafucker
keep it real
pack that steel
cause you know these streets is real deal
mothafuckers wanna see me in my casket
jelous, mothafucken #######s
i'll never die
thug niggas multiply
cause after me is Thug Life baby
then tha young thugs
then tha youngest thug of all my nigga Ra Ra
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The Greatest Heats
Keep Ya Head Up
Of Amerikaz Most Wanted
Temptations
God Bless the Dead
Hail Mary
Me Against the World
How Do U Want It
So Many Tearz
Unconditional Love
Trapped
Life Goes On
Hit Em Up
Troublesome 96
Brenda's Got a Baby
I Ain't Mad At Cha
Changes
California Love
Picture Me Rollin
How Long Will They Mourn Me?
Toss It Up
Dear Mama
All About U (Topp Dogg Remix)
To Live & Die in L.A.
Heartz of Men
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Re: .. كيف قتل مغنى الراب 2pac ... (Re: Osman Musa)
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(*)
إلى (توباك)
حب جامح
(إرقد بسلام)
(*)
أهدته تلك (الزنجية) السمراء
وصاحبيها (الأبيض الهزيل)
والآخر , ذلك الزنجي الأصلع , الذي على أذنه (قرط) ,
أعجبني هذا (الحب الجامح)
وتلك الأمنية , الدعاء ,
أن أرقد (بسلام)
كان هذا هو (النداء الأخير) ..
إرقد بسلام
إرقدوا بسلام ..
هذا لا يشمل (حميدة)
فلست أعلم بعد ,
هل مات ؟
أم أنه لسا (حي) ..!!
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Osman Musa
عيسي ابراهيم
Mohamed Omer
ناذر محمد الخليفة
محمد الطيب حسن
شول اشوانق دينق
كمال علي الزين
Moawia Mohammed
فيس بوك
تويتر
انستقرام
يوتيوب
بنتيريست