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2PAC lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory

Life Of An Outlaw

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In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game Niggas ain't listenin. Stuck in positions. If victims can't stand the heat, Then stay the fuck out the kitchen. Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean. Itchin, givin suckas plenty space. Have these bitch niggas snitchin. Where are we now Guns found daily. The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope. They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap. Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact. Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch. Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam. It seems niggas ain't recognize my team. Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti. Unload it. Cuz niggas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw. [Chorus repeats] Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols. Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you. Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue. Automatic gunfire makin all my enemies run. Who should I call when I'm shot and bleedin. Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream. Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few. My foes victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes. We got memories fadin fast. A slave for cash. Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash. Don't look now. How you like it, raw. Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender. Death is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out. Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me. Scarred but still breathin. Believe in me and you could see the victory. A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me Life of and outlaw. [Chorus repeats] City under siege. It's like I can't even breathe. I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street. Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene. Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep. No halfs wit no straps, jack. It's on to bounce back. And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style Get this grip wit hollows to get cha. Snip wit clippers. Get the picture I wrote my life down like a scripture. And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely. Where ain't nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy. Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too on a land hell. Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it. Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed. To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted. Approved to go on swole and now I got it. Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin. Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin. Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak. While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self. No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You're all blind. Some kind of life of mine Kato don't mind. Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is. Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw. Eh, Noble. What's up nigga. Would you die for me, nigga Hell yeah. Would you kill for me On my grandmother, nigga. Ah yo. What's up. Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now. Watch out. Well now they all say they roaches and parasites. Snakes and all they might Thug Life break night. Drink till we fist fight. Life or death. But you can't win with a vest. But there won't be no breathing for the reason Punk bitch on your breath. I see day is dark and I admit it's dark. So chase Beware foolin marks. And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly. And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty.

Affirmative Action

NAS "It Was Written"
(feat. AZ, Foxy Brown, and Cormega (The Firm)) [Intro: AZ] This is what... this what they want huh This is what it's all about.. What Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, youknowImean Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man Yknahmean Niggaz don't understand the four devils: Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy Wicked niggaz man [AZ the Visualiza] Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it [Nas] Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me 'Life's a Bitch,' but God-forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar [Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle He money bags got Moet, Sean Don Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shittin hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh! We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key The Firm baby, volume one uhh..

Left Foot, Right Foot

HILLTOP HOODS
when i lay down to sleep i turn to a deep thinker dont wanna be a whinge like a lonely binge drinker its just that, well they dont call me suffa for nothing im a depressed harrowing repressed suffering manic screamin at anybody anyplace, man i love people i just hate the human race and i hate all my friends cos all my friends are takin drugs they think its spiritual like a hippy makin love but the powders power only lasts for an hour so they take a powder shower till they burn down like mickey lauder sour times come quicker than a drum inside a finger what i drum before that what i drum for my da tinka everyday for her's the saaaaaaame link up chin up left foot right foot lay down shut up and relations get fucked just like everyone else man damn school ya problems im gonna focus on myself left foot right foot keep it moving i spent the last twenty two years of my life earning my way around the world this space around me watchin night turn to day i earnt to play in certain ways but it wasnt that they told me place between black and white and opposites attract possibly that the word of one man is filled by another yo suffa we breathe the breath of others your centurys my cover this feelin in my upper is possibly life that matches negative thought so i move positive mics probabilities choice random targets live in famine and the heart is too much for one man to stand regardless the powder and pills aint no way to heal my friend being on one shoulder the other rises like my skill ascend see life has many ups many downs and many miles many broken promises hollow words and empty smiles consequently many miles when the break from the here then hate drowning in this everyday give or take left foot right foot keep it moving

What U Want

Grand Puba "Understand This"
Uh...yeah, yeah Grand Puba, uh...yeah Grand Puba yeah [Hook: Grand Puba] Just feel me now, it's time to do this here Pull the clutch and pop that ass in gear 2-K-2, well baby it's our year No need to fear because Puba's here So ain't no need to be curious Listen, love this is something serious Don't stop girl just hurt shit Work it, work it, work it [Grand Puba] Me and you, one on one Baby don't stop now, cause here I come It's the Grand Puba baby and I think you aught to know that Don't forget mommie, write it down, take a Kodak Shorties feel my flow, always wanna know my Zodac Pisces at one time but it changed into dollar sign It only takes one line for me to make love to ya mind Dose of it and get a feel free to press rewind Know for spittin' flames, watch me drop it like some rain Lop side em' in this game, so you tell me who is sane Styles so sick my engineer's a paramedic Shorty could I what, no sugar I'm diabetic Grand Puba garbage, not in ya wildest wishes Decide to crack it on the corner seein' the full click [Hook] [Tiffany Johnson] Miss Prissy, straight from the big titty committee Low down and gritty, hickey'd up plus strictly dick me Nervous, best believe that shorty work this Pop lip service, tip of the tongue tap cervix Cry baby, dangerous my curves get Never fuckin' with Johnny 5 niggas with short circuits R rated and stay heavily sedated Half black and half native get pages from plays, uh The pussy smile when you lick shots like fo' pounds Got me wetter than the ocean, don't drown Sex me on the average, call me mamacita Puff reefer up in killer Cam, horse and carriage Bastards, yell 96 backwards, shakin' our asses And easy is not the access Niggas ask for sex, I'm actin' deaf Leave em' cashless, money magnet Practice my bad habits [Hook] [Tiffany Johnson] Listen, you must be gettin' me confused with chicken Holdin' ya jewels politickin'' pissin' in mouths The obstetricians that use two fingers like Richard Nixon Rodeo addiction, more than one position Longer than the eye but really Raised higher than the papa willy Twist my nipples better than Phillies Cop a tone, give it three rings, pick up the phone Niggas fiend to get in my jeans like the chromosome Check the sex, the voice ain't baritone Shit ain't fully grown, drop me off at home Better yet let cha' tongue roam Ya options blown so baby stop and where we hop in the zone Turn hard niggas, even looks can be deceivin' Divine speakin' unleashin' vaginal secretions The nigga hungry this evening, I'm gonna feed him While bitches givin' and fuckin' for things ya put cha' feet in [Hook]

Say What

METHOD MAN "Tical 0: The Prequel"
[Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)] Yeah! This-this-this-this This is an exclusive (let's go) Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right) And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go) [Method Man] Yo, uh, come on, come on, now Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club) And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill That's the only way to explain these mic skills On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real The more steel, the more bodybags to fill Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga I tried to quit puffin' before, but I'm no quitter If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'mma cum Want some, take some, I get it crunk Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps [Chorus: Missy Elliott w/ P. Diddy doing ad-libs] When they play this in the club (say what?) Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?) Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?) Ya'll don't really really want that (say what?) And for whatever muthafucka, don't like it (say what?) Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?) Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?) Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?) [Method Man] You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks overreact Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends Got to get it, and when I'm gone Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest [Chorus] [Method Man] Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain I guess that should explain why I given the dope name Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee? I'ma grown man, so I do grown man things Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing? It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady It's all good, everything I spit, all hood And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J For the right CREAM, the'll do anything you say She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream [Chorus] [Outro: P. Diddy] Let's work... come on Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy Hitmen baby, let's work, come on Let's work, come on, yeah Uh, let's work... aiyo pass that nigga Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah

Armageddon

Mo Thugs And Family
Armageddon Krayzie, Souljah Boy, Mo! Hart, Felecia, and Thug Queen -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Krayzie Bone The time has come...Let us unite...Mo! Thug Queen My heavenly father's children (Felecia My heavenly father) the time has come for judgement/ Armageddon/ False prophets never blend in/ For we are revelation angels descending for our sins (KB My Lordy-Lord) No need to pretend For providin' me oxygen, I loved since I began/ Prayin' to wash away my sins/ Babylon the Great, has fallen Offsprings of the wicked one, crawlin'/ Fearin' that their Lord is callin'/ Bless these seeds of the Almighty. (So much hostility installed in me) Destination of the infamous (burn eternally) Bless these seeds of the Almighty (So much hostility installed in). Destination of any earth(burn eternally) Krayzie Oh, look what we've done, what have we brung? Oh, look what we've done, what have we brung? Souljah Boy It's Armageddon/ Pay attention/ You better recognize, the end is comin' You'll be wishin' it wasn't time to die cuz I can see and I can feel it/ It's all in my bones And ain't no tellin' when you livin', you're dead and gone, but strong We come through this war/ I thought you knew it's over/ We recruit, they loot and loot You better be prepared to shoot/ So look out boy (And it's really comin') Uh-oh, uh-oh Krayzie No no, not no evil system/ Armageddon bring new kingdom Hey, tell me where you runnin' too, cuz when I find youYou're marked by the beast So you're not a surviver/ So it's time to die, kiss ourselves good-bye/ The whole world bites the dust, couldn't live; we're corrupted up Souljah Boy Enough, get up and get yourself together/ Get your kids Cuz they rebellin', got to learn 'em the lesson/ It's tough, you're brought Caught up in your own web/ And it's your fault, got no pulse/ Armageddon 'bout havin' you broke off, but, still you don't wanna learn, learn (Standin' too) close to that fire, get burned, burned Krayzie Murda is comin' to get us (believe it) Can see it in front of your face (You can feel it) I hear all the screamin'/ The vision of killin' us, swiftly finna get rid of us wicked ones/ It's the end of the world/ Puttin' us all in a coffin/ But y'all don't be feelin' me now? How silly can we be? It's judgement day as we speak (speak) And there ain't no other road (No!) Death is the only way to go, slow Murda is comin' to get us, split us, all within time/ Armageddon... -Refrain (Felecia)- Armageddon (armageddon) The end is comin'(The end is comin') You better get ready(You better get ready) Oh, Armageddon(Armageddon) Krayzie Armageddon/ Destruction rollin' over us in murderous ways Killin' you, everybody, see? Did anybody pray? But it's much too late If you have not been chose on Judgement Day/ Bloody fate/ And you can't say 'Wait!' Can you imagine? See, your life can end and I mean your life's just flashin' (Poof!) Gon' do, gon' do? You gon' live the rest of your life Or do you wan' die with the rest of your life, life? Somebody callin' me Tellin' me, 'You better get up, the end is comin'! It's comin'!' They comin'!' Yes!'And I mean it!' I know it, I know it's near!' Look here, ha! You ain't tryin' to be outside when the sun no longer shine, that's right, that's right That's right/ And look at you burn, we're lost/ Fallin' from the ground Law-free are, we are freedom from the po-po/ We don't need 'em no more And I hope you catch the first blow Souljah Boy I'm givin' much praise to the Lord above me/ No one could change that/ I'm knowin' the difference between life and death and why you lie back? Gimme your life and live forever/ Who put you all on that level? Cuz the life will be nice Souljah Boy will do you better/ Never put anything before your children Honor your mother or father, you're gonna live forever in the Kingdom Peace The Maker; he got somethin' for us/ He gave us life, y'all And he's gonna have to destroy it, gotta make it right -Refrain- Mo! Hart And there shall be great earthquakes and the sun becomes as black as sack cloth and the moon as blood. And the stars of heaven shall fall unto the earth, even as a fig tree casts her untimely figs when she is shaken of the mighty wind. And the heavens the heavens will depart as a scroll when it is rolled together. And every mountain and island will move out of their places. And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men and the ship captains, and the mighty men, and every bond-man and every free man shall hide themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains. And shall say to the mountain and the rocks, 'Fall on us, fall on us and hide us from the face of him that sit upon the throne and from the wrath of the lamb, for the great day of his wrath has come' And who shall be able to stand? Who shall be able to stand? Who shall be able to stand?

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