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2PAC lyrics - Until The End Of Time (Disc One)

U Don't Have 2 Worry

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Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fuckin car man Get in the fuckin car.. get in the car (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes [2Pac] Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown My unknown tendencies to mash my car Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump Why niggaz run I'm the last one standin the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick Bullshit nigga cause I'm still fuckin yo' bitch Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame [Young Noble] Don't remember 'Hit 'Em Up,' don't make us do it once.. more Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out..lawz We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do' Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo' We dirty as the motherfuckin streetz of Jerz We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred Holla [Chorus] You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know [Napoleon] 'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God nigga I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone Heavy in the game and we coming for they fuckin throne The love is gone well it is what it is And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya Like K said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya And when it get to poppin I'ma fuckin ball for ya And everything I do gon' have your names on it I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it [Kastro] You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest You studio niggaz still remind your vest Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat Fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it [Chorus] [Young Noble] I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the OG's raised me If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner I've been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me I love the Lord but the church can't cure me I sleep light, I wake peekin out my window With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me But don't twist it cause none of y'all niggaz worry me [Outlawz] What the fuck you didn't know? Kizza-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound Penitentiary bound, to remind you [Kadafi] Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle On some shit, get me free to let my ice click Ka-pling, ka-plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a child [Chorus] Let the punks know (repeat 3X)

Roll Call

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 3: For Better Or For Worse"
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Sometimes a nigga need theme music (uh huh) Sometimes you gotta set a mood Let's dim these lights in this motherfuckin booth Dim the lights out there too I don't need to see you niggaz too much (Jump Off ...) Can't be Mood Muzik without a mood (it's) But look (it's), look, it's what? (it's that On Top Music) [DJ On Point - talking over Intro] The name of this shit right here is called Roll Call [Chorus - Joe Budden] Niggaz on my left (yeah), niggaz on my right (yeah) Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight? (yeah) Real as it'll get (yeah), holster on my hip (yeah) Is anybody tired of that bubble gum shit? (yeah) [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] They say hip hop is dead or on life support Maybe not, that could be somethin I just thought I just ought to jump in, fightin the sport How you expect to be heard, when your mic is off? I would love to go and browse through the Ride Report But ain't a car in that motherfucker I can afford See niggaz tryin to block the road Rather then my label drop "The Growth", they should drop us both (oh) See I could scream Def Jam and what they used to be But that ain't for me to say, that's for you to see (if it ain't) If not Method Man or Redman, Ghostface, Young Gunz Need I say Freeway, the proof is me Still don't believe me, then where's Peedi Peedi? They ain't really givin a fuck unless you Jeezy That's what my mind say Just know if you ain't the President or Kanye, you won't see the time of day [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] I'm so thankful that Come around these parts, we don't crank or snap, we aim and clap (oh!) Used to try to take the average rap fan, show 'em shit (but) But if they close-minded, who am I to open it? Rather spend time with a boujie broad Mean an actress, bad bitch, movie star Shallow bitches, only into jewelry, cars Still fuck with us, though that ain't who we are Soon as my wife gone, they jump on the python They ain't know I'm out to hit and run like Saigon Puttin back the ice on, had it screwed up Finally figured out that hate is the new love But I don't see how you get ahead that way When you team up with Envy like Red Cafe And all that blame is yours (nigga) You tryin to get a chain like floss I'm tryin to get a chain like stores Find me in Jers, line for squeeze work off safety Can't keep calm around these jerks, think beyond these words Treat the hood like MySpace, either become friends with the Tommy first (uh) So get found on the back of an empty carton Spray semi larkins for the bread like Remy Martin Don't mind me, "Last of a Dying Breed" Wanna take rap and bring it back to the '90's (Juicy) inspired me, (C.R.E.A.M.) made me angry (Get at Me Dog) amped me, (Shook Ones) ain't me I already know it's a tough state to follow When niggaz use to stay up late to watch Apollo Now it's ridiculous, all this shit's frivolous Niggaz ain't Macho Man, they Miss Elizabeth Break a Corona bottle, make me an ill shank Cut a bitch up like Bill Blanks doin still rank [Chorus - ("that" is replaced with "this" in last line)] [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] The media'll say anything to get at you Niggaz is transparent, I'm lookin right past you Henny is a bad dude, talkin 'bout he act rude So my new tattoo is God with a gavel Told baby girl if you wanna seduce me Just know my brain works like a Bonaduce My girlfriend say I use my charm too loosely I tell her I'm too fly to have to con for coochie Hella paper, tell a hater crib got a elevator On the waterfront, so yeah I oughta front Still times I feel like carryin chrome Or cheatin the system like I'm Marion Jones Tryin to (Sing For The Moment), can't find the note Put the game in a choke hold, can't find his throat Hang with the big dogs, can't find the rope They tell me it's alive, I can't find the pulse, so my [Chorus] [Outro - Joe Budden - talking] Oh, naw don't stop nothin (cocksuckers!) AH! Taha, motherfucker I don't even want shit (you in that mood yet?) Keep my shit on The whole point is fuckin have something to bitch about [DJ On Point - talking over Outro] Shout to whole On Top Webb, Nitti Cokeesi, what up? Shout to my nigga Breezy, I see you Skane Dollar, whole Desert Storm


TWISTA "Adrenaline Rush"
(feat. Johnny P) [Johnny P] Let me play with your emotions [Verse One: Twista] Well a motherfucker could never control me, only squeeze me and hold me That's what the hoe came up and told me Now is she bold G But in my mouth is where the gold be Cause I be pimpin her like Goldie Gotta get paid in this age my fingers ain't made just to be choppin up confetti with, if it's already thick you better study nigga if you ain't with it you can get it cause I ain't even on that petty shit So who the fuck do I competi with The rhythm I kick, is like a rhythmly-wicked-arith-a-metic Pick em up quick and then give em the dick, thinkin I'm innocent They up in the mall shoppin for me pickin a fit I got them heffer's nose red and when we get in the bed, I be leavin em with rose legs Stuffin that made em wanna pose dead but you already got em until you get up in them hoes head I don't mean to sound bogus or nothin but it's the bomb when I be havin them cuties thinkin I'm in love with em, when I'm rubbin em Be gettin pub with em, in a club with em Smokin dub with em, huggin em, freakin in the tub with em After gettin paid from her she ain't trippin cause she know she got what she paid for She honor my name, I gotta tame, here it go Now we speakin with the game on ways to make mo' [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Johnny P in background:] let me playyyyy, with your emotions (Let me play with your) emotions hoe To the rhythm of a hi-hat, take a puff and lie back Let me stimulate your mind, body and soul, I know you want to try that Now motherfucker can you buy that... Tell me baby can you buy that I got you under my complete control, you know it's worth more than diamonds and gold, now don't be bogus and deny that [Verse Two: Twista] Now how the fuck you gon' act hoe, I saw you creepin out the back do' What you runnin from a mack fo' Lay you on your back slow cause you know I got you with my lasso Blow your mind like a afroCome and take a glimpse of the stairs it's the aroma of a pimp in the air, I betcha notice the smell It's like a lotus when I flow dis, cause my eyes be the lowest if you didn't notice then you bogus as hell I'm puttin women under my spell, like I'm up in their brain pumpin their vein with game for the anatomy that's feminine They're fillin em up with adrenaline, got em geekin we're speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman Submission is surrenderin, it ain't no endin if it's on with a blunt from the bomb side In the right place, with the right mind and the right line you can get a lifetime contract They be wise until they look into your eyes a shorty freaked when she spotted mine Took her over to my crib, lay low, hit her off from behind then she signed on the dotted-line, the hoe was like 'Oooohh Daddy... why you doin me like this I'd do anything to be with you, you got me gone in the head' Ya mind, I don't mean to make a disaster up like my Dad to master love But if a motherfucker breakin you for every penny you earn then how could you still show the bastard love I guess it's cause I'm cold, shit Thought you was gon' be spendin me I betcha think you sho' did but game recognize game, now you lame in the brain Stupid bitch that's what you get for tryin to gold dig, now [Chorus] Yeah, this be Hype, the Verbal Tantrum Kickin it with my man Twista If you should suck my soul I should make your funky emotions Nothin is good unless you play with it Play with me baby [Verse Three: Twista] I know you think it's blasphemy but won't you give up when she ask for me After he passed the beat Since you said I was your Magesty, I had to see and when you get paid, there is some cash for me, is it a tragedy that I can get her so gone, the hoe be trippin talkin up her love a lot But the only love I got, is when I'm grippin like I wanna hug the Glock or when I rub the twat, or pickin up a dub at spots Fuck the hoe thugs, the clubs, and the phony perpetrators with dimes The speed knots match voo-Do or Die, Psycho Drama, Crucial Conflict Be pimpin with em gators and dons, collect the papers and dolls Player haters remarks will get smoked to a blunt dust Sso keep walkin the next time you hear grown folks talkin motherfuckers betta shut the fuck up, cause we make the women suck up You insist to be trippin while we be gamin like Don Juan What up the filet minion, the grey poupon them hoes are staked to charm, because we make the bomb Now I don't mean no harm, but either come on in or get on gone and let me pull my pouch of snuff In between your thighs, come take a pull and vibe and let your tongue go coastin low, now [Chorus]

Ready For War

Drag-on "Opposite Of H20"
[Styles Paniro] Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs Young niggas think they hungry then you feed em a nine Might kidnap they ass start feedin em swine So I don't feel bad when I gut em like a pig Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big You hear the attitude I say fuck being humble You act like a animal you stuck in the jungle Niggas don't care if I'm poor or rich So I don't care about these niggas and the law and shit And I'll probably get shot for being a wild nigga You'll probably get shot for being a foul nigga Let's talk about slugs and the drugs we deal Boys fight, men kill, get they money and chill Real recognize real I aint sayin a word Doin 80 in the M that means I'm stayin in third With a bitch playin shottie AK in the third [Sheek Louch] Don't worry bout what I make worry 'bout can you escape Cuz when I bust my guns bring more action than roll take Nickel your hallway, I got aim from far Y'all can't see me like the tints on the president's car I know niggas don't like me and my friends wanna flip That's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek shit Your money, Sheek shit, your bitch, Sheek shit Only thing I'm gonna share is these bullets here Bitch ass that's for frontin now don't say I never gave you nothin I'm greedy, go head, don't say I never saved you somethin Pack gun nigga but don't want no stack I drink straight liquor til I forget where I'm at I don't play no games nigga, drugs my 'cupation In a building hustlin that's Sheek's play station Motherfuckers wanna ride by and ice grill Change that to ice dick, show me motherfucker that you can kill HOOK: Styles Paniro 17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounce Everybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck 36 O's in a key, everybody ree Murder One felons with the glocks, 24 hours on the block Bodies gettin dropped, 5000 niggas actin live 5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride [Jadakiss] Y'all niggas better find out who's your man It don't work in the hood you could fool your fans Few bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plans Then I show up at the wake and boo-hoo at your fam If you like me you never'll fail Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead or in jail And I aint really got much but I'm up on cats And Kiss don't just spit I throw up on tracks Double R now bitch you see the princess cut I'm in a 2000 big boy the tense is up Y'all niggas is soft, catch me with the semi Underneath the Fendi, sweater, skully, and scarf Make sure you don't say nothing to Jay And keep your dirt, I don't smoke nothin but hays I'ma do this the old way get it while I can get it As much as I can get then I'ma go my own way [Drag-On] Ayo I keep my guns like laundry I dump a load, make niggas fold, watch em die, and let em drip dry Gon spill pints from niggas, my rapid fire put niggas in black attire Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt I live eternal, cuz if Drag pass away I'ma come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighth February 8th, that's the day You better cop like it's crack, or get masking taped til you suffocate Bitches, y'all gettin your feelings hurt 2000 I aint fuckin no more, I'm makin bitches jerk til I squirt All my bitches work, like upside down from the poles Lift that skirt, give this dick what it's worth Double R, see the icicles on the chest Hungry niggas come snatchin, I throw bullets run catch em Ruff Ryder scene Drag the fire But we could take it swingin them irons til the bangs is flyin HOOK 2X


Beatnuts "Stone Crazy"
Intro: Yeah, yeah yeah. Open your mouth (aaaah). Open it! Wide. Psycho Les: I'm coming running at you with an axe, chop you in the hip Now you fuckin' hop don't don't ask me any questions (questions) Why too many ears at my sessions With opions, but not this year (no question) Strickly answers, Luke dancers, chasing off happy campers And wanna be rap gangsters, yappin' that shit I don't like But not tonight we bring that shit to start a fight So what the fuck? When I hit you know I struck Knuckle game, test and get munked Nigga dissed me, forget this and you back in the rhyme with a punch line Trying to slamp you in broad daylight around lunch time, so what the fuck? Don Gobbi: No false assumption, I cut a face just like a pumpkin Potted up and drunken, grabbin' my balls while gruntin' You just a munshkin, not even half of the equivalent My team is militant, criminals who swear they innocent You insignificant, I turn diesel niggas to involents You started it, I'll finish it, deminish it I'm killing it, word duke, I let it known don't fuck with Gobbi Act a man like rack of lamb and feed the body to the rody Smokin' Suckas Wit Logic and raised with project lobby I let you choose your fate, your only crews will wait I'm heavyweight and when I'm old and great yo I rejuvenate And duplicate, and slam man like Sumo tournaments Fake thugs get plugged and missles launched to their coordinates Hip hop cornered it, a-yo we fear none, rappers hootchies and spear guns Bustin' threw your ear drums, we leave the ears numb Get You Open like Black Moon and spot a kill of gorillas A plattoon of baboons (that stab wounds) to make the shit worse hit up your soft spaces A bunch of niggas with court cases and all faces And torch places and leave the spot crispy, smokin' like a hippy From now until I'm 50 Hook: Unciviled (x4) But now I start to realize Don Gobbi: Yo turn the mic on, Ju visualize like nightcorn You fake thug niggas still sleep with the lights on You quite wrong thinkin' that your team is like strong We strangle y'all niggas like pythons, we like flaws Corona outlaws, 52 Southpaw Hungary as niggas that'll come out yours Stick a nigga in a heartbeat, it's the cold blooded Dominican dark meat Hook

Fire Squad

J. COLE "2014 Forest Hills Drive"
[Hook:] Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Tell me girl why you be stressin me for time When you tell me you love me, can't you see I'm tryna climb Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure Ain't a way around it no more, I am the greatest A lotta niggas sat on the throne, I am the latest I am the bravest, go toe to toe with the giants I ain't afraid of you niggas, I'll end up fading you niggas 'Fore it's all said and done, this nigga need medicine My uzi it weighed a ton, I need me a better gun In fact I just might need two, cuz niggas say they the one And I got something to prove Forgive me lord here they come, BLAOOW [Hook] My inhibitions, fighting my intuition Premature premonition Showin me the demoliton of these phony niggas So ahead of my time Even when I rhyme about the future I be reminiscing You want the truth well come and listen I'm like that time you bagged a dime And checked ya phone and saw it was a number missing As fate passes you by, half of you try The other half of you fry, too high to actually fly One day y'all have to decide, who you gon' be A scary nigga or a nigga that's gon' rule like me Keep it true like me, Cole you might be Like the new Ice Cube, meets the new Ice-T Meets 2 Live Crew, meets the new Spike Lee Meets Bruce like Wayne, meets Bruce like Lee Meets '02 Lil Wayne, in a new white tee Meets KD, ain't no nigga that can shoot like me! BLAOOOW [Hook] (Who's the king?) Came from the bottom nigga, with stains on my shirt What you expected from me, I came from the dirt (Who's the king?) Money my motivator, the songs that I sing Picture a peasant passin' from pawn to a King You tell me ya still love me, if so then let me go Will I return or will I burn, never know Look in my eyes and see the future But don't sugar coat it Listen History repeats itself and that's just how it goes Same way that these rappers always bite each others flows Same thing that my nigga Elvis did with Rock n Roll Justin Timberlake, Eminem, and then Macklemore While silly niggas argue over who gone snatch the crown Look around my nigga white people have snatched the sound This year I’ll prolly go to the awards dappered down Watch Iggy win a Grammy as I try to crack a smile I'm just playin', but all good jokes contain true shit Same rope you climb up on, they'll hang you with But not Jermaine, my aim too sick I bang nigga, I came to bring the pain my brain too quick You see how I maneuver this game, I ain't stupid I recognize that life is a dream, and I dream lucid And break the chains and change minds, one verse at a time And claim too sick. And fuck it, if the shoe fits Who's the king? We all kings (We all kings nigga) Kings of ourselves first and foremost (True) While the people debate who's the king of this rap game Here comes lil' ol' Jermaine With every ounce of strength in his veins To snatch the crown from whoever y'all think has it But rather than place it on his head as soon as he grabs it Poof, boom, paow, it's like magic With a flash and a BANG the crown disintegrates And falls to the Earth from which it came It's done Ain't gonna be no more kings Be wary of any man that claims Because deep down he clings onto the need for power But in reality he's a coward Ultimately he's scared to die And sometimes so am I But when I'm in tune with the most high I realize The fear lies in my lack of awareness of the other side Today I know that we are the same Are the same, you and I Different kind of skin, different set of eyes Two different minds, but only one God (It's only one God nigga) It's for all the kings Cause deep down I know every poet just wanna be loved

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