[Čavar]

U Can Call

Verse One: 2Pac]
Dear baby you the picture of perfection
Straight from your million dollar smile
to my attraction to your complexion
No hesitation needed; you got me
inhalin the aroma of your perfume, and feelin heated
I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction
Hold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin
My lyrics are poetry
So baby get a ticket to go with me
Thugged out so you notice me
It's a positive attraction; see pictures of us
layin butt-naked on the beach kickin back relaxin
And only you can calm, the savage beast
Look in my eyes are you surprised, that it's me?
I wanna make you mine
I'm kissin on you tryin to make it different every time (that's right)
I'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin at the walls
Withcha number in my hand, wonderin should I even call her tonight

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Anytime you like, baby you can call me
Need a thug up in yo' life, never find nobody like me
Cause I know what you want, and girl you know I got you
You got what I need, and shorty it's all on you
Baby call on me

[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Been gettin nuttin but bad news, ever since the day you left me
I sit and wonder is there a way, you could forget me
Remember my phone calls, my late visits
Us havin breakfast in bed, then we straight kick it
Me and you in satin sheets, 'til after two
Come take a walk on the wild side, enjoy the view
Whenever we collide; it's bound to be a pleasurable time
Makin love 'til the early light
Sweetheart don't fight the feelin
Come get a shot of this plain dealin and concentrate on the ceiling
It's my intention to brush up
Beware of the fireworks, cause everytime we touch..
.. it's bound to be, so relax, clown with me
As if you're down with me, get around and see
The brother with tattoos and no fears
Runnin my fingers through your hair if you call me

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Pardon me, but let's be specific
Baby cause if you down with me, nigga we can kick it
And let's take trips and ride airplanes
A hundred thousand dollar car on dem gold thangs, so can you hang?
Cause we can be real tight (right)
I got a big suite at the Hyatt, if it feel right
My only wish is to be witcha
You got me steady strivin to getcha
Fantasizin of friendly pictures
The pressure's gettin major
I wonder will you answer my call, if I page ya
Got me goin wild with anticipation
Face to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take
Cause the heartache be heatbreak, is my prediction
when you falsify and start fake, in my position
I'm a careful man, but a player when I ball
Got my eyes on you baby, can I call?

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Čavar]

Unconditional Love

(What y'all want?)

Unconditional Love (no doubt)

Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off

It don't fade

It'll last for all these crazy days

These crazy nights

Whether you wrong or you right

I'm a still love you

Still feel you

Still there for you

No matter what (hehe)

You will always be in my heart

With unconditional love

Verse One:

Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing

How many caskets can we witness

Before we see it's hard to live

This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness

Ask mama why God deserved to die

Witness the tears falling free from my eyes

Before she could reply

Though we were born without a silver spoon

My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey)

One day I hope to make it

A player in this game

Mama don't cry, long as we try

Maybe things change

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

A life where we don't need no welfare

Shit with our whole family

Maybe it's me that caused it

The fighting and the hurting

In my room crying cause I didn't want to be a burden

Watch mama open up her arms to hugging

And I ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditionl love

Chorus: 2x

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see

Though things change, the future's still inside of me

We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark

So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

Verse Two:

Just got the message you've been calling all week

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

But you know, with you and me it's on G

We could never be enemies, cause you been such a good friend to me

Where would I be without my dogs

No wonder why when times get hard

Cause it ain't easy being who we are

Driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions

So I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission

Is to be more than just a rap musician

The elevation of today's generation

If could make 'em listen

Prison ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed

Time to play and strategize, my family's gotta eat

When we make somethin out of nothing

No pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good

If they could cut out all the busting

The liquor and the weed the cussing

Sending love out to my block

The struggle never stops (unconditional love)

Chorus

Verse Three:

I'll probably never understand ya ways

With everyday I swear I hear ya

Trying to change your ways while gettin paid at the same time

Just had a baby with the same eyes

Something inside, please let me die these are strange times

How come I never made it

Maybe it's the way the played it in my heart

I knew one day I gotta be a star

My hopes and all my wishes

So many vivid pictures, and all the currency

I'll never even get to see

This fast life soon shatter us

Cause after all the lights and screams

Nothing but my dreams matter

Hoping for better days

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Just lay your head on my shoulder

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Girl I'm a soldier (huh)

Never treated me bad, no matter who I was

You still came with that, unconditional love

Chorus 3x until fade

[Čavar]

Under Pressure

(Tupac)

Under Pressure

Yeah, Babyyy

When tha pressures on...

Thug Life

when it's on it's on

(Tupac)

One of these days i'll

learn

don't fuck with trick ass niggas

cause they

turn into bitch ass niggas

i'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jail

my niggas clown

bring a pound

when they posten bail

smokein' blunts in tha driveway

my four-five screamin

fuck tha police

won't fly away, thug, till I die

you wonder why I'm made this way

I wasn't

turned out

I was raised this way

of thinkin

these are tha dreams of a young teen

sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends

one time can't hold me

one of these days

we gotta bust back for tha homies

locked down in tha penitentry

finaly loose my mind

if tha pigs succeed

stress, smoken weed and nicoteen

but what a nigga really need is Thorozine

right before I die

i'll be curseing tha law

reincarnated bitch even worse than before

my four-four's givin payback

my underhanded plan

to get them niggas while they laid back

and big stretch hit tha scene with tha mini 14

servin suckers like dope fiends

and lead tha whole team

Under Pressure Nigga

That's right

(Stretch)

Never run

throw your gun in tha air

oh yeah

nigga bust ain't no time to spare

called tha ruffest mothafucker and we fuck shit up

and with tha stainless steel [???], we cut shit up

flash and blast a nigga with tha quickness

cock tha four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip this

damn, my mind is in tha depths of hell

but when i'm walking on tha street kid my name rings bells

and I never fell

nigga I stand to tall

i'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl

givin my all

so niggas wanna bring it to me

so i'ma sell my cocain

and lay they ass down 'G'

Under Pressure

(Tupac)

yeah, look here tho

Runnin wild

I never smiled as a juvenile

even now I keep a frown when I come around

don't ask me about tha past

it was all bad

shots blasted

will I last

in tha wrong path

in tha dark is where my heart saw tha most grief

mothafuckers is getten shanked over gold teeth

am I sick ?

cause i'm addicted to get splifted

watch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted

nothens changed

cause in tha came it's a steady aim

fuck friends

cause when in danger those niggas change

puff weed

and stuff G's in my sock G

call Ki's and Hennessy where tha glock be

Times passen will I last here another day

I put my gun away

and grab my AK

it's getten hectic

I can't call it

house full of alcoholics

now we're niggas under pressure

yeah, that's right...

Under Pressure, we're niggas under pressure

yeah

(Tupac and Stretch together repeated 11x)

When tha Pressures on it's a hit

Ski mask

Extra Gats

bring tha clips

don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

they stay silent

cause talk is cheap

[Čavar]

Until The End Of Time

[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side
Some where inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery
That can't get past the hard times
Made a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thang through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
And coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could
Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good
And happy times we be acting up call tha cops
Bringing the cease to tha peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha same
Until the end of time

[Chorus: RL]
So take, these broken wings
Use your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time

[2Pac]
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know I don't hang around tha house much
Diss all night money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear to the ocean
Smoking Ports think my thoughts
Then it's back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain't trippin I'm a player
I ain't sweating him
I sex his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican
His next of kin
No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
Until the end of time
[Chorus x2]
[2Pac]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of playa haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in tha end drinking henessy made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Falls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don't freeze time to be a g
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin to make a g
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that's what I'm about, more
Gettin raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a g while tha whole world remembers me
Until the end of time

[Čavar]

Until The End Of Time (RP Remix)

[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be - through the misery that came to pass
The hard times made a true friend afraid to ask - for currency
But you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave
I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thang to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the times we be actin up call the cops
Bringin a cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same
Until the end of time

[Chorus]
So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time

[2Pac]
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know, I don't hang around the house much
This all night, money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo
Watchin the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear, listen to the ocean
Smokin 'Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homey had a baby by my old girl
But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweatin him
I sex his sister, had her mumble like a Mexican
His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rappin the only thing I did good was scrappin
Until the end of time

[Chorus - 2X]

[2Pac]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an Outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinkin Heneessy made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminatin easily
Falls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
What I can see closer to achieve
In times of danger don't freeze, time to be a G
Follow my lead I'll supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast Outlaw
Another album out, that's what I'm about, more
Gettin raw 'til the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time

[Chorus]

[Čavar]

Untouchable

[2Pac] (Intro)

Makaveli, I'm in the studio drunk then a muthafucka..
Ready to freestyle this shit and do it wild..
Live, for all my dogs.. For all my dogs out there raising hell,
just to see ya young nigga, raise the bail..
stepped out on the streets, fresh from jail,
all the police wanna rag and tell,
not knowing that I stacks my mail,
all these niggas wanna see me fail..
that's just the intro, as I sit back and rock this instrumental...

After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure it's pain,
even though we broke for the moment, we ballin' the game...
time to make yo mind military, be prepared for the bustas,
similar to bitches too scary and too near me be rushing...
visions of over-packed prisons,
feens and niggas thug livin',
pressures and 3 Strikes, hope they don't tell us...
they call it heater, amminition at grace,
move without a sound, let me slide down, pistols in place...
they got me feenin' for currency, the money it goes,
it's like I'm a, dreamin' senior season me ballin'...
official hated, and my enemies be hated, got the cops .4-5 stanchin' niggas pagers...
laid with a mark, soon as we start, but it's hard to quit,
started out drinkin' 40's, the hardest shit...
God Damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man,
nigga got my own plan, in my hand...
got the .45, I get it live to survive, make these niggas die,
while gettin' high though we cry...
when these thugs bud, niggas'll leave in they casket,
that's what you get for being playa hatin' bastards...
me and my click so ligit, we keep a 50 on us,
these niggas know, you can't touch us...
when they get to come against us, these niggas be defenceless and senseless,
knockin' niggas back on the fence...
my whole click be sick, and though we rip whole crews,
niggas knew we came through drinkin' 22's of brew,
and though we drink Hennessy, we provide our enemies with mo' shit,
though all the world so legit...
I read my name out, Makaveli with the Thug Life tatted on the bottom of my belly,
can these niggas understand this, my whole family is sick and so Scandalouz...
Let's intorduce my click, Kastro, when he blast yall niggas run to hide,
Napoleon will provide the game, let me explain while Edi provide shit for the needy and take from the greedy..
Khadafi, he's not sloppy and not a copy, he's the only one bring a gun, if you want it...
Young Noble bring the soul to the troop, let 'em know we come through in a bucket of BMW's...
we trouble you, the "W" for West Side, niggas die when they try to infultrate my crew...
we never hide, we ride, and die together,
and when you see my click we always ride forever...
me, my whole click is sick, we smoke sisamy, can you convince the G,
that they can come against me...
you can't see me on TV or live, niggas die when they try to come against me...
never hide, in my own zone in my own dome,
in my mind I'm a Don, niggas knew it once,
I came all out, splashed on niggas, will I dash on niggas,
once I mash these niggas, I'll be bader nigga...
it's me, Makaveli, a.k.a The Don of this whole click,
nigga you's slow sick...
that's my freestyle drunk and slow,
just so you bitch ass niggas in the back row now...
weather it's New York or Texas,
ride through in a Lexus,
a BMW, I trouble you,
so and forever this Big 'ol "W"...
hu-hu-hu, my Double R cruise, I'm a big rap star,
rockin' the grooves, niggas where ya at...
where you are is the back, in the front when you park this shit,
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit,
always, and though I'm on probabtion I still rock the nation,
out on bail,
though last year I was in jail,
raise hell, until I get my mail,
will I fail?..
hell naw nigga bite my nails...
I keep a manicure, though you panic,
you're still gone die
when Pac get high...
smokin' Indo, I roll my window down,
a smooth criminal, and though I pack this pound,
.3-5-7, .0-4-5, will I hide?..
will I die?..
will I ride?..
niggas never know why...
my whole crew, a family click,
always sick,
are we live though we struggle to survive in this muthafucka...
9-5 turn to 9-6, 9-6 turn to 9-7, I keep a .3-5-7 Mac 11...
back home I got a M-O, what I say, a Mini 14, ha ha...
my Double R, ride with my crew, ride with my crew,
you don't have a clue nigga when we comin' for you...
we hit the House of Blues actin' like fools, my nigga Fatal,
put a gun inside a club, I keep his fuckin' pre-nadle,
had to bang inside a chest, now I, bang as Veli, no-no-no,
with Makaveli I told him don't bring that gas out of Veli...
I said yo Fatal are you crazy, nigga pissin' all side in the front,
niggas said god damn them niggas is funny as hell...
what you want?.. you want the pump?..
hell naw them niggas don't want no beef,
that's why we left that muthafucka in a Rose,
a Limo I mean... well pick this out, to me,
I was sittin' in the back, then on some hits,
I did a dope as show, them niggas will always remember me...
came from India, Felizimo, was the call, yeah nigga I got Vasache on,
on mighty all them niggas want to fuck with me, yall know...
I always represent my people to the fullest,
yeah I'm that same muthafucka that took five, bullets...

[Čavar]

Untouchable (Album Version)

(Intro: Tupac)

You niggas kill me
Why ya'll niggas don't wanna talk that shit when we in the physical form?
Why ya'll niggas get all shy when we right there next to you at the premiers?
(Laughs)
Ya'll niggas get alot of heart when you get up in the studio, huh?
?????? talk in the mic
Well do this for me would ya?
Next time you get the notion to talk about an Outlaw nigga
Or a nigga on the westside, the best side,
Call me...Call me nigga...Reach out and touch a nigga.
Cause if you don't do that,
And I hear one of you niggas sayin' something on the record,
Expect me nigga like you expect Jesus to come back,
Expect me nigga, I'm commin'.

From the pressure,
Yeah!,
You know how we do it,
Outlaw,
Ride on these suckas,
Ride on these suckas,

(Verse One: Tupac)

After the fire comes the rain
After the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
Bitches too scary, get to near me we rush 'em
Visions of over packed prisons
Million's of niggas thug living
Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us
So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)
Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost
Who can prevent me shooting senseless
At these niggas throats
Only wish to breed
I explode into a million seeds
Ya'll remember me
Legendary live eternally
Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation
Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em
Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em
Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace

(Chorus 2x: Tupac)

Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
Outlawz, bustin' while we rushin'
We Untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
We Outlawz, rushi you, bustin' you
We Untouchable

(Verse Two: Gravy)

Uh Huh, Yeah
Ayo we won't stop
I let the four four pop
Tanqueray and alize
Man niggaz get shot
I smokin' on some ?? baby
You know it's all gravy
Calico's, AKs, niggas yellin' mayday, Payday
Soon as the red dots connect
All that haze and that dro', that Cali sticky icky,
Strictly 213, 818, 323, 310
We Outlawz baby

(Verse Three: Yaki Kadafi)

I'm surrounded by thugs, slugs
Crystal's and pistols, callin'
Copy murderers that be softer than tissues
Got my persona soulja dedicated to the fuckin' drama
My foes, retreat like crows when opposed by pros
Mashin' like piranhas or a pack of pits
Bodies get wasted, paper chasin' tryna stack a grip
Then my mob touched, for lots of loot to clutch
Clinging for a life which ain't much
And a lust for these guns to bust
Ain't no trust, for these herbs tryna question
Keep my burner on the dresser, wake up bustin' in the morning from the pressure

(Chorus 2x: Tupac)

Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
Outlawz, bustin' while we rushin'
We Untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
We Outlawz, rushin you, bustin' you
We Untouchable

(Verse Four: Fatal)

I never had a chance to be a buster I was raised hard
With the homies sheddin' tattoo tears out near the graveyard
I rep my Outlawz deeply,
Done seen to many real playas fall, To let the industry cheat me
Only behind the scenes do they see me as Tupac
The Don In this bitch with two glocks, I'm wrong
The homies still gon' roll,
And standin' with ya biggest G, You still gon' fold
I can guarantee you a loss
The homie Pac told me, I can guarantee you a boss
And it was him for a brief minute
Far as my life since he dissappeared
I still ain't found peace in it
But still strugglin' like Mumia Abu
It was 'bout to end truely, I knew
Named my daughter Asada
For that alone, make her more than a rider
Got every homie trigga finga under the set
Dope or guaranteed ??, my one-o-one will connect

(Chorus 2x: Tupac)

Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
Outlawz, bustin' while we rushin'
We Untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
We Outlawz, rushin you, bustin' you
We Untouchable

[Čavar]

Wanted Dead Or Alive

[2Pac]
Got me up against the fence, back against the wall
Get to actin like a fool, cause ain't no justice for the dog
Got to take it out on all y'all, better read the papers
all my homies goin crazy baby only God could save us
got my, min on currency hurry see I ain't worried
It's a gangsta party, so Bad Boy gettin buried
Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize? (fantasize)
When we ride, it's a must havin sets die, everytime

[Snoop Dogg]
*singing*
Yes yes y'all, not $hort but Snoop Dogg
And you know it's like that y'all
*rapping*
I'm so smooth about my paper check it just how it's done
I'm servin any on a platter Snoop Dogg Corleone
Corleone, now do you know what that mean?
A Teflon Don to this hip-hop game, super supreme
It's like what happen can happen but will it stop
that won't happen I'm feelin good about the mission for jackin
*singing*
Aiyyo patnah, can you feel me?
Why these fools, tryin ta kill me?
*rapping*
It's so hard to stay focused on my eyes and prize
But if I don't, the Dogg won't survive

[2Pac]
We ballin in my opinion eternal was wild wheel spinnin
One sip a minute is represented for five minutes
Two of the livest wanted dead or alive
we riders inventers because we ain't quiet and watch the G's ride
Two of Amerikkkaz Most, straight out the West Coast
Bow down fool, this is Death Row
Been waitin way too long, bust out the pen, now it's on
C'mon, Snoop Dogg, time to bone

[Snoop Dogg]
Ain't nuttin changed too down to hang I slang a bang with a rhyme
Me and the homey Pac trippin Death Row on knobs
Gon survive by Eastside of DPG'z
Still creepin bump through the hood, always involved in the streets
(Westside!) Snoop Doggy Dogg homey, did you forget who I was
The Big Homey to you, there it is and there it was...
Now take a look through the eyes of G
and just ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat

[2Pac]
All my homies tellin, me, ain't no love for a real G
You straight cowards all you playa haters kill me
Throw up your hands if you feel me
We gettin dollars homey Holla If You Hear Me
It's one time for my comrades doin bad lockdown
Fresh out bust the top and bounce drop down
Can you visualize perfection?
Cause every rider in my set labelled a vet best in their profession
Don't hold your breath, stick to Smith and Wessun
Steady study your lessons to keep the crowd guessin

[Snoop]
Straight gangsta, y'know?
Money to be made, situations get deeper
Niggaz always tryin ta creep
But I know what time it is

Gangstas, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, gangstas
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Y'know? Stay a gangsta
All my doggs, all my niggaz on lockdown, Big Dogg
It's for you nigga
We gonna ride this motherfucker til the wheels fall off
Yeah yeah
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Yeah yeah, play or stay
Yeah yeah, Death Row!
Yeah yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin real hard y'knowhatI'msayin?

Yeah yeah, stay down
Gangstas gangstas
foe life, Eastside!
Westside of the coast
Yeah, Eastside!
Mmmm, for all my soldiers
Yeah
Where ya at?
Yeah

Y'know? Yeah
Stay down
For real
Y'know? What it look like?
Mmm, what it feel like?
It ain't easy, y'know? Death Row

[Čavar]

What'z Next (Album Version)

(Tupac talking)

Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
Now what's next?
Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do

(Verse One: Tupac)

Caught up in the middle
My life's a riddle
Don't let it get you
I wanna be legal
But it's this hustle that gets me richer
One love to my peoples making money
I could see your brother avoid all trouble
Beware of devil's, continue struggling
Cause nothings impossible, if there's a will there's a way
To get your mind on official business you can be paid
And it's been this way from the cradle to the grave, to get paid
My niggas do this every fucking day, we parlay
Through politics and conversation
It's information to my thug niggas in the congregation
Watch and bare witness, to the pleasures of participation
Separation is self-destruction what's needed is unification
Cause the world ain't hardly scared
If not prepared we sure to be buried and be no longer there
But no one cares instead of share, all we get is stares
Because the fear will evaporate if say ya' prayers
And what's next

(Chorus x2)

Hard living's got me going insane
But I'm addicted to the hustle
I'm trapped in the game
(What's next?)
I'm going crazy
(Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do?)
(What's next)

(Verse Two: A3)

It's on
Makaveli tried to warn us
But these niggas ain't listen to 'Pac
(Naw)
(Listen, listen)
Nigga really listen to 'Pac
He ain't got a jet (No)
Then you won't get it, might as well measure him up and have his ass fitted
(Why?)
I'm slipping dawg, tripping, didn't soak game
Game got his wig split like ?? on that aeroplane
Never will change, niggas with no name, no shame
I'll open ya' head for that gold chain
I stay posted like a flag
Staring through my rear-view, ballin in a Jag
Bounce with me
Cali body rock down in H-Town
We gon' put these artificial busters in they place now
Time for a change
Real niggas rolling with me
Money making swift decisions we controlling the streets
Side tracked by the broads and the fraud's
Ain't it strange it's the reason so many niggas get scared in the game
What's next?

(Chorus x2)

(Verse Three: Jay Rock)

That money gotta make it
What I gotta do to make it?
Do I gotta really gotta take it
Put this ?? to your face it
Doing what we gotta do to survive
Just ask Kweli, doing what we do to get by
Some niggas stick to a crime
Picture nickel and dimes
What the fuck we suppose to do?
Who gon' give us a job?
So I tried and I tried, tried to get out the grind
But the block kept on calling me back
Feinds kept on calling for Crack
So I supply them with that
Gave them a reason to feind
Don't blame it on me nigga
Shit, just look where I'm at
????
Niggas is heartless, hustle regardless
Look
That dope spot it use an apartment
But now it's just a place to hide the guns in the closet
Watch ya' step, shift ya' gram's under the carpet
We just trying hard not to see that coffin
What's next?

(Chorus x2)

Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
Now what's next?
Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
Now what's next?

[Čavar]

What'z Ya # Number

What'z ya phone number

Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes.

It's instrumental.

Waitin for the nimphoes.

That's the intro.

Shoot when ya rush me.

Walked up and touched me.

Why? Do you want to fuck me?

Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True.

Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit.

I wonder if your wild and ya act shy.

Do you like to be on top or the back side?

Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips.

Goddamn, I love that shit.

Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now.

I got a room and a hard on. Still down?

Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes.

Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes.

When we head for my hideout, act right.

Boss playa when I ride out, that's right.

What'z ya phone number?



If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready.

Baby, let me give you a call.

How long will it take to break you off?

(Repeat once more)



Oh shit, baby is a dime piece.

Wanted this fine seat.

??????????????

If I see ya right.

Now she can get me.

Hor didn't wanna talk to me till she see my car.

Never had sez with a rich rap star

Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car.

Tell me, why do we live this way?

Money over bitches.

Let me here you say:

What'z your phone number?

Are you alone?

Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone.

Time for your girlfriend to take you home.

I had fun,

But baby, gotta leave me alone.

Picture in my rhyme.

Take time to rewind these ? words I say.

If you open your mind,

Bet in a minute you'll find it's time.

Let the Outlaws play.

What'z ya phone number.



Chorus repeats 2X



(Girl and Tupac converse)

G:Hello?

2:Hello? who is this?

G:Is this Tupac?

2:This is who?

G:Is this Tupac?

2:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who dis?

G:Hi baby. How are you?

2:I'm aiight. What' up baby?

G:You don't recognize the voice?

2:You recognize my voice, huh?

G:Do you recognize MY voice?

2:Nah, I know you?

G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin.

2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from?

G:You just know me, baby.

2:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you.

G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate.

2:Oh, we fucked?

G:Oh baby, did we ever.

2:Oh, tell me about it baby.

G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and

stroked it up and down.

2:OOOOH!

G:Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it.

2:Ooh, you did.

G:Ooh, I did.

2:Shit!

G:Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came.

2:Did I come?

G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet?

2:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out.

What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy?

G:You rocked it.

2:Did I?

G:Yeah, you did.

2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion?

G:Mmmmmm

2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though?

G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted.

2:How many you got?

G:I got ten. But only one is workin.

2:Oh, well can I come over there?

G:If you want to.

2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and

wipe his ass with a rabbit.

G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby?

2:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby.

G:Like you did before?

2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real.

G:Mmmm, baby.

2:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500.

It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles.

Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little

bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy

to the next week.

G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out.

2:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on

your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole

feel the best.

G:You know which hole feel the best.

2:We fin to see tonight, though.

G:I'm gon make you remember me.

2:Oh, yeah.

G:Yeah.

2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me

so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit.

G:Can I shift your gear?

[Čavar]

Whatcha Gonna Do?

Yawn)
(hahaha)
And ugh

I started out dumb
Sprung off a hood rat
Listening to the radio
Wishing that I could rap
But nothing changed
I was stuck in the game
Cause everybody in the industry was fucking me man
Listen
I've got a scheme
Break away do my own thing
Drop some conversation
Sit back and let the phone ring
Niggas they wanna see me rise
'97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size
And if I catch another case
Lord knows how they hate me
Got a playa in the court room
Please don't let them frame me
I've been dealt a lot of bad cards
Living as a thug
Count my blessings
Don't stress in this land with no love
Maybe if they see me rolling
Look at all this green I'm holding
I guess that's why the envious
Get their eye swollen
Hoping the heavenly farther love a hustler
Be the hardest nigga on earth to ever bust a nut
My homies tell me have a heart
Fuck they feelings
I've been trying to make a million since we started
We cold hearted
Niggas in masks that'll blast at the task force
Empty out my clip
Time to mash
They asked for it
Me Makaveli I'm a motherfucker
We break bread
Now we thug brothers (huhuh)
Niggas talk a lot of nonsense
I choose to ignore
A war
They ain't ready for it (huhuh)

[Chorus]

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

[Verse 2: Young Noble & Kastro]

My nine is thuglord
My mind on my grind
Outlawz is my heart
They shine when I shine

My ryhme is my grind
My team be on role
Proceed with the onslaught
Indeed they on top
They all marks
And its an outlaw holocaust

When I got the sawed-off

Niggas gettin' halved off

Yer, nigga beware
Stand clear

This nigga's scared

Man I don't really care
I've been lost loved (loved)
My heart need a hug (hug)
My bite leave blood (blood)
Fight with a grudge

The life of a thug nigga, might need gloves
But you will never know
With a price on your mug
And fight strips snug right around your hands
Niggas sure you can never grab the mic again
Dog you fucking with a grown man

And I can't afford to loose
Where we from niggas told to do
So what cha ya wann' do?

[Chorus]

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

[Verse 3: Tupac]

Watch me clown
Give me loving when I'm high
I'ma outlaw baby I'll be thugging 'till I die
In drop-top double r
Life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend
'Till they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watch them niggas out the sight of mah night scope
Cooking white dope
Got mah nigga 25 to life stretched out
Trying to have all the better things in life
Well Makaveli
A born leader 10 millimeter
Changing niggas future like a schizophrenic palm reader
Heeds from out the bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the earth
And the strong will lead
Hittin' weed like it alright
I'm in the studio
Making music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise
They hated 'till death
Try to beat me out my last breath
What cha gonna do?

[Chorus]

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

[Čavar]

When I Get Free

Intro:

*the first three notes of Taps plays*

M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor

Right there, stall three

Hi baby.

Whassup honey?

Hey you know it's just only one more week until family visit.

Yeah I'ma rock them drawers.

A-heh.

Yeah but you know did you take care of that bidness I asked you to do?

I made those deposits.

Okay that's cool you bring that shit?

Yeah I got it.

Awright see that guard over there?

Mmm-hmm.

When you get done just hand him the shit, he know whassup.

Awright. Hey you know E just got cracked, he's in jail now.

What?

Yeah, Go-Go's out. I just saw him runnin around the other day.

Ahh, fuck that fool. But anyway, what's happenin with my moms?

She gave me a message for you:

She said she's sorry she couldn't be here today, but she'll be here

next week.

Awright well check this out, I got somethin real important

I want you to tell her

[guard] C'mon c'mon this shit's over with.

*commotion breaks out*

[girl] I'm not done talking to him!

[guard] C'mon boy, back to your cell.

Shut that shit up bitch! He's outta here, c'mon.

[guy] Don't be callin my woman no bitch! I'll fuck you up!

[guard] Yeah yeah fool, what? Yeah yeah that's what they all say fool.

You institutionalized, and this is your home...

Guess who's back, and ready to knock off a cop or two

Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off

The penetentiary don't stop a nigga cause he's in jail

Hell I'm makin more money on the street from here in a cell

I'm livin proper, the coppers is havin fits

I just made the profit, you punks ain't stoppin shit

I still remember my momma told me

Find the cop who killed your brother

send him to Hell lookin homely

Cause a real nigga love the law

What's raw is a nigga that's above the law

Keep pressin your luck and get fucked, huh

Think a nigga don't know whassup cause he's locked up

But in the meantime, it's get swoll get clean time

Concentrate on gettin green time

And as the years go by, they forgot

about the small time soldier from the block, huh

To kill the crook they threw the book at me

Don't worry be nappy, don't even look happy

Put me in the hole, gave me cold cuts

Did push-ups until I swoll up

And then they offer me a furlough

But what they don't know as soon as I get free I'm killin five mo'

They asked me if I changed much

I told em 'Yeah' even though I'm still the same nut

They started askin my questions about my brother

And makin remarks about my mother, hmm

Wait a minute, hold up

Makin jokes about my folks'll get yours blown up

They sent me back to the hole for what I told em

I guess he didn't believe me, so I showed him

He went home to find a tragedy

Nigga, that's what you get for tryin to badger me

And anybody else that wanna sweat me

I'm already in jail so you punks can't get me

You better pray they never see me

Cause if they let me free, prepare for trouble on the streets.

When I get free

Chorus: When I get free (3X)

Chorus