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Uh huh
Bagsy 
OUTHERE OUTHERE 
You get me ?

I'm rapping what happen
I mix up the fashion 
I rock a fitted
Not here for the cappin
Inking like

I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole, make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby

just to get by
I spread my wings I can fly, she spread her thighs watch my dive
Demon all in my eyes, you see my smoke I’m on fire
I got diamonds in my

2Pac's
Jumpin' off rooftops drunk after I do shots
Landin' in someone's backyard gettin' chewed up by two rots
I got a new watch and two rings with huge

better need than
Getting up when your sunk
If your living life to be happy
Then don't bother with breathing
What the fuck are you thinking?
Get that rock

always was chicken
Always had Kool-aid
No sugar to mix with
And we was so broke
And had no way to fix it
As I got older
My life just got harder
But I

Keep Ya Head Up

2Pac

Greatest Hits

1998

get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Keep-keep ya head up, ooh,

the polar

time, And I'm rolling loud
Dk , we on it now, Calling hoes over now
Back then, I couldn't flex, but shit, I'm older now
All in the mix, workin

and my brothers
We see a opp, he get left in water
Just like every step, I be checking my shoulders
My mom keep on telling me I'm getting older
"While you

Let's get it

Diamonds dripping like some H-twenty
Ice hittin' off the Bape hoodie
Got me feelin' like I'm H Boogie
Glock semi-auto but the K fully

plans, no men
We gotta get out
(I don't live here, I am out)
I'm talkin' about gettin' in the mix
Mackin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Gettin' with some

were never discovered
I don't smell what you're cooking by the rock I live under
There's a chance I'm mistakin'
If you're the guy I think you are, when I

might show out
But I never been the type get to running the mouth
Blunts, to the face
Dunks, and they laced
Running shit no race
Fuck a mix nigga sip

crunk) 
Mix my tonic with my chronic 
(got that gin up in my cup) 


Ladies love that I’m a devil 
Mixing rap with heavy metal, 
Mixing weed with my

the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no

I took my shot
I took the spot
I made that money and I bought a brand new Yacht
Traded my Glock, bought a new rock
1 Karat diamond, I got the stock

Keep Ya Head Up

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Keep-keep ya head up, ooh,

with some fees
Ten toes down
Can't fold now
Gotta get something to eat
I can not be rapping for free
Hop in the frog and leap
Hop in the frog and leap

mans from the ends can't be there in the end
As we get older, shit get colder, I can't see clear
Snowflakes got me thinking I won't see next year
Know

know about dealing'
Say you cook rocks but ain't never touch a skillet 
That's why I put some bounce over 808's 
Cause too many future rappers tryna

(walk her ass, let's go)
Got more hair all on my sweatsuit, that be that Marni shit (that Marni shit)
Mix green with that purple, I'm trippin', that be

yeah, it's time to get off the throne, play boss
I'm full of time, I nod, I ride on they dome
Battle, battle, run home, home run, they gone

Ten against

And as I grew older the constant
comparison between my brother and myself left little
doubt who was the image of perfection in my father's
eye. To him, my

Greed Hate Envy

Nelly

Country Grammar

2000

of the puzzle to my dreams
'Cause the house, the cars, and the coffee take green
I might ride tha Range wit tha Roley on the rocks
Or push a candy colored cutless