Lyrics:
My favorite 2Pac album is
The Don Killuminati it
Was recorded after he was shot and spent
Time in prison it was like a doctor
Told him he was going
badly needs that can wiat
(wi-at? That's a new English
Word which means wait)
I've been waiting for some reaction
To the album from American
Listeners
!
Every man thinks his burdens the heaviest
And who feels it know it
Who feels it knows it
No don't sit by your window
Gazing at the streets
Sorrying for
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
shots off?
Fuck where you came up
Fuck how you got it
Fuck ya whole situation
Fuck ya album
Fuck ya plans
Fuck ya niggas
Fuck ya role man
I don
Turn my lights on
How the fuck you quiet with the mic on?
I don't get anxiety, you Sam Bowie-ass niggas
I just get my Mike on
Y'all said I
Sometimes it's hard
To wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons I don't
Wanna hear them anymore got me heartbroken
Find so many babies screamin'
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
[Nas]
The Firm, Trackmasters, Escobar, Allure Keep it raw!
A-yo the bridge keep rockin
we comin through bottles popin
Allure when your album
new albums
There has been a triple homicide by a man named Syre
So, you think you can save rap music?
Ask me, do OutKast got some flows so you can blast me
Nasty, niggaz on the point they see you shinin'
Engineers in the studio see me rhymin'
Don
baby (nasty)
Oh, the cooties (it's the movie, oh, no)
They comin' to get me, runnin' (runnin')
Touched by the unloyal
Trust, I had to shower for
don't be feelin' it
Racism still alive, they just be concealin' it
But I know they don't want me in the damn club
They even make me show ID to get
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
____________________________________________________________
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "A Tonic For The Troops"
starts to happen
I Believe
"One of my favourite songs on
The album very simple
A nice sort of jazz swing
To it now, I don't wanna harp on
About
written on an album sleeve
She can tell you who's hot
Who will make it and who will not
She loves to hear the music
She's got every lyric down
She loves
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Molly (hah)
Green Card from that visa (Green Card from visa)
Get caught and she leave (get caught and she leave)
By example, I lead (by example, I
i been in the house all night
i don't know nothing bout that shit man
I got the album right here
man send this to em
work
It's time for play... ain't it baby?
Don't gotta lie, I'm in the mood
Tonight's the night, so looka here baby
[Chorus:]
We gone set the mood with
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
(Zaytoven)
Yeah
I stay up fighting my demons (demons)
I don't got no one to lean on (lean on)
I'm busy putting my team on
Hitters pull up with
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