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Picture me rollin, Don’t you know I got the moneys to go, put the cash in bag and meet the Cubans at the do’ it’s NT so you know we gets the cash, had a lot of dirty money, but it’s clean at last, yo thanks to my raps, I don’t gotta blast on a hood rat while I’m rollin past, surpassed all the competition you know that ima magician on a composition now I get recognition, I can’t step anywhere outside the block, if we got problems then slide the glock yo I can change the flow with ease police tryna see a brudda on his knees but I’m not weak I stay strong for my peeps me n my crew roll through in the new trackhawk jeep, -we make it look easy, and brothers tryna be me and they can’t even see me (hook) Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die Live the life of a boss player (All eyez on T) 'cause even gettin' high x2 close ya eyes and visualise, the supplies, bricks cut with creatine, the green is mine, picture Tmoney rollin down the street, holding heat, I work overtime to make sure my brothers can eat, ain’t too much change since I was broke, still livin in the hood with my gang in my humble abode, stackin bread for the rainy days, and you know my shotters still shootin the haze, niggas blaze, on any motherfuckers from around the way, cos this is no tolerance, power and endurance, but the truth is where all sour and ruthless, pulling up on the block leaving the opps clueless

MTV really aired this?

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This version was Produced By Daz Dillinger & Cold 187um

"We mash together Plis we get cash together Blast whenever Knowing it don't last forever" Fatal Hussein Rest up in Thugz mansion PAC, Hussein Fatal and Kadafi

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Donde los jóvenes están acorralados a esta dura vida Y hoy en día son la mira , de un futuro en ruinas , y es así como lo veo ,

Imma use this

Happy birthday beautiful talent❤🎉

Why PAC had to die 'fore he got to grow? :(

Why the beginning it's not like the og song?

[Intro: Talent] Ooh, yeah (Ooh) (Come on, come on) [Verse 1: 2Pac] I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth livin'? Should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor and, even worse, I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull 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 and let 'em deal to brothers Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other "It's time to fight back," that's what Huey said Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead I got love 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 two distant strangers And that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? Uh I'd love to go back to when we played as kids But things change, and that's the way it is [Chorus: Talent] (Come on, come on) That's just the way it is (Changes) Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is (That's the way it is, what?) Aww, yeah-yeah (Hear me) (Oh my, oh my, come on, come on) That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is, the way it is) Things'll never be the same (Never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aww, yeah) That's just the way it is (Way it is) Aww, yeah (Come on, come on) [Verse 2: 2Pac & Talent] 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 actin' right 'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight And the only time we chill is when we kill each other (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, uh (Oh-ooh) 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 (Never change) Try to show another way, but you stayin' in the dope game (Ooh) Now tell me, what's a mother to do? Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you (Yeah) You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today," but you made it in a sleazy way Sellin' crack to the kids (Oh-oh), "I gotta get paid" (Oh) Well hey, well that's the way it is [Chorus: Talent] (Come on, come on) That's just the way it is (Changes) Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is (That's the way it is, what?) Aww, yeah (Hear me) (Oh my, oh my, come on, come on) That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is, the way it is) Things'll never be the same (Never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aww, yeah) That's just the way it is (Way it is) Aww, yeah (Aww, yeah, aww, yeah) [Interlude: 2Pac] 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 workin' So it's on us to do what we gotta do to survive [Verse 3: 2Pac & Talent] And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace? It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East (Ooh, yeah) Instead of war on poverty They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the facts, givin' it back to you (Ooh) Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up Crack you up and pimp-smack you up You gotta learn to hold your own They get jealous when they see you with your 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 (Oh) And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped And I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the payback 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 [Chorus: Talent & 2Pac] (Uh) That's just the way it is (Just the way it is, yeah, yeah, yeah) Things'll never be the same (Yeah) That's just the way it is (The way it is) Aww, yeah (Some things will never change, oh my) (I'm tryna make a change) (You're my brother, you're my sister, yeah) That's just the way it is (The way it is, the way it is) Things'll never be the same (You're my brother, you're my sister) That's just the way it is, aww, yeah Some things'll never change

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One of my favourite 2pac beats.

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Best beat ever!

Yeah Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie (Light up a fat one for this one) How you come up, man? I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough You watch you mouth around my mama, you couldn't cuss, man I had a down ass homie though we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of 14, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a 45 We drinkin' 40's, lil' shorties livin' naughty lives You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits I couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a fool I'll play that motherfucker for a tool man Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin' Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cause we drinkin' Playin' them hoes like manure First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it (Ha ha) It's two niggaz comin' up out the hood Livin' life just as good as we could But since a bitch can't be trusted Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted The cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail Tryin' to get a motherfucker to tell And couldn't nobody diss my nigga Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little liquor This goes out to all you so called G's (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin' partners Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh Pour out a little liquor (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) Pour out a little liquor (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) What's that you drinkin' on? Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry 'Cause I'm losin' all my homies and I worry I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle Boxin' with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple Mama told me, "Son, there'll be days like this" Don't wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed We had plans of bein' big time G's Rolling in marked cars, movin' them keys And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo Your son's gettin' big and strong And I'd love 'em like one of my own, 'til you come home And the years sure fly with the quickness You do the time, and I'll keep handlin' yo' business That's the way it's supposed to be Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me Homie, I can remember scrapin' back to back Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog I hope my words can paint a perfect picture And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya Pour out some liquor Look at you Drinkin' got you where you don't even give respect to your partners Pour out some liquor, nigga It ain't like that, tip that shit over Pour out a little liquor This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) A little liquor for my homies y'all We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) This one goes out to all my mack partners Back in the motherfuckin' Bay (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) Oak town, still in the motherfuckin' house (Pour out a little liquor) My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) (I don't care, Night train, Hennessey) All my real motherfuckin' partners (Pour out a little liquor) And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz Yeah nigga, bad man (come on, pour out a little liquor) Fuente: Musixmatch

Shout outs to Mr. Dalton Carter , Ms. Amber Roark 1st baby daddy, a real niga from the LOE end. Can’t forget bout LumpSum e how they supported me in all these years. Way more than anybody rep’n Ennis,Tx playa. No’ll talkin’ bout. Save sum €£¥ up!

“ Next time you get pulled over and have to post bond, don’t think about you, don’t think about me, think about US. “ - Micah (KrisBenskii0) Luther Knight elGameCock

Dedicated to my niga Ramon “ Jacques “ Bailey, Trent Tarrant 62 points in a EHS game, Lamont Roberts 100 -50block shots and 4,000 rebounds @ the Rockwall game same team, and Coach Hejny he a real Caucasian man!

Dedicated to my niga Ramon “ Jacques “ Bailey, Trent Tarrant 62 points in a EHS game, Lamont Roberts 100 -50block shots and 4,000 rebounds @ the Rockwall game same team, and Coach Hejny he a real Caucasian man!

ASK:LuiCucú: Molto bronca molta tormenta/Will somebody buy an instrumento/ Not from mi kinfolk o su primo/ pero da Micais Lutero/ ©️

Frothy handclap guitar 🎸 ok

UK 🇬🇧 GPS: “ In the online world do not put up tomorrow. “ Hostilidad: “ No entra “

The best quality of this song by far

ive got alot of stupid shit blockin my mind im sorry

Maybe it's the thug in me [5x] [2Pac:] Ever since I was a young scrub I was a thug on the corner with my niggas slangin drugs And running from the narcs when they pass by, don't ask why I'm a hustler, till my ass die Even if I do come up, I'll be ready when they run up, huh I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh I never trust these hoes at all Fuckin' with them tramp-ass sluts you supposed to fall Said she played you for your money but the shit was cool Guess it's true, niggas be bitches too You can't see how she worked you, all up in the skirt Now you looking like a jerk cause she hurt you Now head's up, don't be a playa hater, just peep game Keep your mind on your money watch the bitch change See hoes love thugs, and thugs love loot Hand it over motherfucker 'fore I shoot - who do you love? Maybe it's the thug in me, maybe it's the thug in me Tell me who do you love? Maybe it's the thug in me, maybe it's the thug in me Who do you love? Maybe it's the thug in me, maybe it's the thug in me Tell me who do you love? Maybe it's the thug in me, maybe it's the thug in me [2Pac:] I'm living that, thug life baby! Steady smoking indo, going crazy Baby come and hug me when you rub me, turn the lights down We in the dark, do you love me? Everybody's talking 'bout they, KNOW ME But they ain't down like my motherfuckin' homies Tell me what you need when you, SEE ME And we can get it on, BEOTCH, take it easy Don't try to hold me, control me But you can take my number baby call me when you lonely Cause it's a man's world, ain't no need to ask why I'm high 'til I die, and strapped with my fo'-five Cause you can lose it in the gutter I wonder if I'll die by the hands of another broke motherfucker They call me the alcoholer, I'm all in Thug for life nigga balling I'm getting tired of these hoes trying to play me You can't fade me and my niggas going crazy All day long I'm straight thuggin, and constantly mean muggin Breakin' the bitches that be bugging tell me who do you love? Maybe it's the thug in me, maybe it's the thug in me Tell me who do you love? Maybe it's the thug in me, maybe it's the thug in me Who do you love? Maybe it's the thug in me, maybe it's the thug in me Tell me who do you love? Maybe it's the thug in me, maybe it's the thug in me Who do you love? Thanks to WeSiCcThUgZ96 for adding these lyrics. Escucha "Who Do You Love?" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "Loyal To The Game" (2004) 2Pac - Loyal To The Game album cover Soldier Like Me (Return Of The Soulja) The Uppercut Out On Bail Ghetto Gospel Black Cotton Loyal To The Game Thugs Get Lonely Too N.I.G.G.A. (Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished) Who Do You Love? A Crooked Nigga Too Don't You Trust Me? Hennessey Thug 4 Life Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix) Hennessey (Red Spyda Remix) A Crooked Nigga Too (Raphael Saadiq Remix) Loyal To The Game (DJ Quik Remix) Submit Lyrics Soundtracks Facebook Contact Us Advertise Here Privacy Policy Cookie Policy DMCA Policy Lyrics licensed by MusixMatch

Does anyone have this instrumental with the hook ?

The beat is amazing

Listen, you can hear it.

ResumenLetrasVídeosEscuchar Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening Seeing niggas coming for me, to my diamonds, when they glistening Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killing fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust It's just as well, Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers Never realize the precious time the bitch niggas is wasting Institutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we balling Catch me father please, cause I'm falling, in the liquor store That's the Hennessee I hear ya calling, can I get some more? Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checking in my bedroom; I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you on a one way trip to prison, selling drugs We all wrapped up in this living, life as Thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la They got a APB, out on my Thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai Trying it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high Visions of me, Thug living getting me by Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers on the regular mashing in a stolen black Ac Integ-ra Cock back, sixty seconds 'til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preaching church, I gave you love now you eating dirt Needing work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle 'til dawn That's when sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggas get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la We've been traveling on this wayward road Long time 'til I be take a 'eavy load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We running from the penitentiary This is the time for we liberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days

Here's to the man up in the big sky with endless toys that are at my beckoned side 💓

Ayo ..rest up big bro

I never heard this beat by itself ans man....its beautiful

2024, after 16 years of posting this

This is just the outro on repeat😅😅😅

If you goid...jams

what the hell is he wearing in this pic lol.

Hurt M Badd 👑

Of course this is the theme sound to Cops, the name is Bad Boys done by reggae group Inner Circle. The beat itself is a subliminal diss to Diddy and BAD BOY RECORDS. Everybody knows this 2pac said so in one of his 100's of interviews.

Somos los gansters sport te llegamos Apretarte con la 22 en el short manejamos billetones con la cara de matones nos metimos al negocio y ahora mejores' Tenemos como 60 inversiones Ave maria siempre me libra de todas mis macanas jesucristo me da vida y soy yo quien pone las ganas crecimos entre violencia siempre molesta la cana Si nos buscsn a la blanca tonce buscan a la juana Siempre es real mi zona pasamos a 200 mil por hora apurando to los tramites traficando la pluma mi muñeca es invesible mi presicion cual ninguna Mi signo el mas letal soy escorpion con veneno me bajo a tu clica to los dias uno menos me levantan el dinero que dejo tirao en el suelo quieren vivir en mi movie y yo les apague el juego la mierda que me tiran yo se que vuelve mañana como un zorro viejo pero no perdi la maña esa perra mala piensa que me daña lo pongo a que lo mame antes sacase la lagaña Siempre sonamo infame si me quieren tirar dale mandale se escuchhan los rumores que somos los intocables Empezamos grabando con microfonos con cable ahora vienen en fila rogando a que yo les grabe

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This sample is timeless!!!!!

This is what they play after you have been initiated into a secret society.

I am not gang gang I do not gangbang but if you have some beef i got my ting i buss it like bang bang yall can rap better we can trap better its not the same thang yall numberz seem 2 b droppin but ours seem to maintane we hack the hustle down to its mainframe never talk but like yall seem 2 like 2 play da blame game say u from detroit w dose tats claimin u from trey wey yall r not gang gang yall do not gang bang ill cut u on yur face yall got no ting ni bang bang or buss back yall dont trap yall l talk shit prolly smoke crack nigga say he got big bank but no rax no property n nol