[Čavar]

Ghetto Star

For all my low life thug niggas,
For all my niggas in the hood,
Livin the life of a ghetto star,
Ha ha ha Makavelli,

Just holla my name
And witness game official
Niggas is so shame
They stare stiff like scared bitches
While I remain inside a paradox
Gone my block
Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop
I hit the weed
And hope to god I can fly high
Witness my enemies
Die when I ride by
They shouldn'ta tried me
Send they bodies to they parents up north
With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off
Fuck em all what I scream as I dream in tons,
Fuck a trick, get me rich n the bitches'll come,
bust ma gun make em all scatta,
bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta,
eat her dead bee-yatch..mercy neva that,
you said u comin back bring it on foeva straped,
introduce ya to tha pleasure n tha pain,
u could go so far, just sell me ya soul, live tha life of a ghetto star

i live the life of thug nigga, drug deala livin game tight
mug nigga, slug nigga split tha fame like,
laced with game, practice on takin pain, equipped same
and let it rain thru ya brain,
street smart, proficeint intellegent, and keep sukaz hittin till snitchs start smellin
movin niggaz with telekinesis, keepin channel at work feelin different featuraz,
leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown,
and to those who didn't make it to the morgue,
which is dead n gone,
and hope niggaz got fun, kidnapped jacked in the back, with next to they cataracts? they get done,
back chat, they toast his ass out,
mob related momma my nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouth, print it
my name in these streets, as a mutha fuckin g, now the next generations lookin worse off than me

Walkin thru tha cemetary, talkin to my homies that was buried,
say my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried, forgive me
please give me shelter calm my fears,
lifted my head from my hand that'll ball me tears,
I see bodies gettin splashed with acid,
2 shots ring from the plasted guy wrapped in plastic,
bury tha bastard, time to notify,
his family...shiet..
ain't nothin left to be identify,
evacuate the crime scene fast, why?
i heard the feds have a warrent fo my ass, fly
i won't touch down till i see tijauna,
setup a shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana,
label me a success,i made tha switch, retired from the life that neva gave me shit,
but cash that i couldn't spend, countless cars and adict fo a wife, tmy life as a ghetto star

[Čavar]

God Bless The Dead

[Featuring Stretch]

2pac:

Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls

That's right boy, it's goin on

Right here, Thug Life

God bless the dead

God bless the dead & buried nigga

Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse

I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew

And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew

Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game

If you a baller, money went as quick as it came

My role models gone or they locked in the pen

Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind

The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie

Sayin shit don't stop, nigga, no pity

We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams

Money makin mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time

My epitaph will read "Was the last of Gs

Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed

God bless the dead"

Chorus - 2pac:

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

2pac:

Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang

I been caught up in this game

Ever since I was a little motherfucka wantin to hang

I can see 'em in my head, pow

Memories of my nigga but he dead now

Lookin back in my yearbook all the years took

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And if I die will they all shed tears

Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear

Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror

Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time

See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice

Fuck the police & all the courts same way they fucked us

And why the hell am I locked in jail

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

In my mind I can see it comin

And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin

By keepin gun & never run unless I'm comin at ya

Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter

God bless the dead

Chorus

2pac:

Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early

All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime

Real motherfuckin Gz, this one is for you

Yo Stretch, Biggie

Stretch:

Yo Big this is to you my nigga

Springfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz

Sendin they respect, know I mean?

You my nigga for life, forever

You're always gonna be with a nigga

No matter what, don't forget that

I pray before I go to sleep

"Dear God save my place before I start to eat, cause times is hard

So I'm covered to my knees, oh why?

Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy?

You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton

Niggas terrified of comin from the young gun

Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me

But it's mind blowin, so I'm flowin goin crazy

Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk

He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk

For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big

Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mack did

Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes

The teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin vest

Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick

The spirit Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

[Čavar]

Good Life

[2Pac]
I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug
Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was
Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane
I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang
Now tell if I'm wrong
but sayin "Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songs
Drinkin 'til I earl, spendin money 'til it's gone
It's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on
Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack
Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped
Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch
Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this
Lord have mercy it's a slaughter
So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it's water
I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights
But I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the good life

[Chorus]
This is the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die
We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die

[Big Syke]
No one knows what the, future holds, but you
Haha.. listen close
They say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind
Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind
My after time is narrow, peepin down the barrel of a foe
Just a nigga or a killer I don't know so
who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest?
Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone
Send me home all alone in these cold streets
In desperation constantly drinkin and I can't sleep
Neck deep strugglin tryin to survive
SOme wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize
Let me modify this whole region
I declare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason
why I should change, into a softie
.. after living so loftily
It cost me my soul out of control in a devil's world
Me, my niggaz, and my girl - livin the good life!

[Chorus]

[E.D.I.]
I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flight
gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me?
Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up
Last night we off the hook, doin way too much
But it's the fast lane only, big dealin big ceiling
All for the money, some kill some squeal
All for the money, most ain't even real
but we still call 'em homies, now what the fuck is that?
Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game
I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain
Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin
Better start to get to runnin 'fore my click get to gunnin
Still in the midst of all the stress and pain
I'm still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin that good life

[Chorus- 2X (w/ minor variations)]

[Čavar]

Got My Mind Made Up

Featuring Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman]

Verse One: Daz

You find an MC like me who's strong

Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support

And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though

With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those

Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain

and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain

Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star

Finally realizing who the fuck we are

When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded

would it be the greatest MC of all time

When I created rhyme for the simple fact

When I attack I crush your pride

My intention to ride, every time all night

I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar

for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride

breakin in gas with the six-eight all day

In and out with my pay

I'm soon to count the bodies...

Verse Two: Tupac

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation

So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin

We must be based on nothin better than communication

Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations

Sorry I left that ass waitin

No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin

I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic

Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt

You swear the bitch was planted

My lyrics motivate the planet

It's similar to Rhythm Nation

but thugged out, forgive me Janet

Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls

You know, the way the games get controlled

Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine

Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind

Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote

Takin off my coat, clearing my throat

Chorus: Method Man

I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]

get in get in too [get on it]

let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night

I got my mind made up, come on...

get in get in too

let it ride... tonight's tha night

Verse Three: Kurupt

Well I comes through with two packs

of the bomb prophalaks for protection

So my fuckin sac won't collapse

Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays

Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave

I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's

shows my heart's as cold as the tundra

Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much

Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch

I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay

Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay

My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind

As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine

There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin

I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin

Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian

Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin

Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve

You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease

My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe

Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees

In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes

My verbal snipe, your vocab on site

I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all

So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall

Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere

The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator

I rock from here to there, to Philly and back

To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps

As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact

Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat

Verse Four: Method Man

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers

like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]

The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle

Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial

Rarely do you see an MC out for justice

Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!

Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen

Half of my Clan's three deep felons

Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel

Man I stay on point like icicles

Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical

All up in your motherfuckin mouth

Head banger boogie

Catch me on tour with Al Doogie

Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me

Better take one and pass or that's that ass

Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast

Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash

Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

Verse Five: Redman

Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics

Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards

Let's face it, there's no replacement

Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with

Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted

Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted

I got connects like Federal Express

to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch

Got the clear spot from tha rear block

to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not

Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop

Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot

With, this underground cannabis

I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst

Then proceeds like keys

My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's

Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake

So I erase the whole front row at the wake

I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it

I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place

Confidence for you shaky ass folks

Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked

choke, off this anecdote got you ope

Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly

And I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels]

[West, list this, this, this...]

[Čavar]

Hail Mary

featuring Kastro Young Noble Prince Ital



Intro: Makaveli



Makaveli in this... Killuminati all through your body

The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty

Uhh feel me!

And God said he should send his one begotten son

to lead the wild into the ways of the man

Follow me; eat my flesh flesh and my flesh



Chorus: Makaveli



Come with me Hail Mary

Run quick see what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La dadada, la la la la



Verse One: Makaveli



I ain't a killer but don't push me

Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy

Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted

Peeped the weakness int he rap game and sewed it

Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin

Seein niggaz comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin

Now pay attention, rest in peace father

I'm a ghost in these killin fields

Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside

the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark

Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee

Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame

Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim

Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit

Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus

mama told me never stop until I bust a nut

Fuck the world if they can't adjust

It's just as well, Hail Mary



Chorus 2X



Verse Two: Makaveli



Penetentiaries is packed with promise makes

Never realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin

Instutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble

But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin

Catch me father please, cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store

That's the Hennessee I hear ya callin, can I get some more?

Hail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared

Mama checkin in my bedroom; I ain't there

I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do

One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you

on a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs

We all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs

To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid

Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this

When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark

Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga



Chorus 2X



Verse Three: Kastro, Young Noble



They got a APB, out on my Thug family

Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks

Our enemies die now, walk around half dead

Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai

Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high

Visions of me, Thug livin gettin me by

Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs

When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs



Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin on around me

Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin rowdy

Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker

Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers

on the regular mashin in a black Ac Integ-ra

Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya

Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse

From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt

Needin work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on

Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn

That's when sun came up, there's only one way up

hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up



If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks

Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate

to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take

Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks

Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate

to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take

Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate



Chorus (repeats in background)



Outro: Prince Ital



We've been traveling on this wavy road

Long time til I be take off this load

But we ride, ride it like a bullet

Hail Mary, Hail Mary

We won't worry everyting will come real

Free like the bird in the tree

We won't worry everyting will come real

Yes we free like the bird in the tree

We runnin from the penetentiary

This is the time for we liberty

Hail Mary, Hail Mary



Chorus



[Makaveli]

Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days

[Čavar]

Happy Home

Home man.. hey.. let's turn this house into a happy home
This for all the homeboys that couldn't get they happy home
Let's turn this house into a happy home
Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
Let's turn this house into a happy home
You know how that is, stay down for mine
Outlaw.. look

[2Pac]
Now we've been kickin it for quite some time
Remained beside me through my trials in this life of crime
We divorced so many times I forgot to count
I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house
Remember back in December when we was tight?
Sippin Alize and Cristal, whylin every night - in my bedroom!
Promised that I commit to you soon
Tongue-kissed me every time you seen me step inside a room
Straight out the hood
We promised to be good to each other, plus I love you
So I know you gon' make a good mother
Just try to understand if I change at times
it's only cause I never owned anything that's mine
So I'm tryin you can stay with my momma but keep the drama to a low
Never call the police, I never call you bitch and ho
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out my mom's house, and got a happy home

[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(let's turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..

[2Pac]
Goin through hard times, ghetto child of mine
I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes
To be honest it's a hard road
Just keep your faith in God, knowin you'll get scarred though
Look at him walkin and talkin, a lil' child with my eyes and mouth
Father watch over lil' seeds, help me guide them out
Had to change my whole lifestyle, married my baby's momma
Made her my wife now, I'm tryin hard y'all
Maybe in time I'll be a better man
Watchin the older couples, handle it like veterans
Show me the meaning of forever and together we rise
If it would help our child grow, then together we'd die
Why - question my love, it's so easy to see
Without my family all I'm left with is a shadow of me
After all the arguments, and the nights alone
Now it's time to live the good life, inside a happy home

[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..

[2Pac]
Happy home

[singers]
All these problems got me goin
We got a family, of our own
I just wanna happy home
(turn this house into a happy home)
No man's made to stand alone
I promise I won't do you wrong
I just want a happy home
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)

[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)

[2Pac]
Hey, haha, turn this house into a happy home
Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
Turn this house into a happy home

[Čavar]

Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find

(Tupac Talking)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(All you gotta do is look)
(Tupac)
Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation
Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation
I can see it clearly now
catch you smiling through your frown
I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down ?
Although I know you've heard about my reputation
across the nation
"Mr. I get around"
My temptaion got me dripping wet
perspiration
I'm activated by the moves your making
Baby why you faking? strip naked get the love making
See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine
I fantasize till that ass is mine
Never gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing
A straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing
Stop with the beeper, baby Listen,
I know you're grown, but pay attention
Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen'
This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes
Turn around one more time
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
Heaven ain't hard to find
Infact you can have it just have faith
Just like a little kid, still believing in magic
It takes a lot of scarifice
with all the lonely nights on tour
I need somebody I can trust in my life
Let me apply the brakes
baby you're moving to fast
My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask
Are you afraid of a thug ?
and have you ever made love with [?cherries?] and bubbles sipping in
your tub
Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure
This Thug Passion
help the average man love better
Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist
Take a shot of that alazhay
come give me a kiss
And maybe we can be better friends
perhaps we'll be closer
I'll be the thug in your life
baby and you'll be my soulja
And I know it takes some time
And you got a lot of questions on your mind
But relax, in due time
Heaven Ain't Hard to Find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you
Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken
Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back
Look at me
whats all that ? Huh
its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking
I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend
I'm sipping Heneesee and coke
tho' addicted to weed smoke
I'm fiendin' for your body even mo'
Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts
your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought
Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature
Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker
Straight heart breaker
Baby we can be friends
I'll come scoop you in my Benz
we'll ride
I'll let you floss it for your friends
Once we begin
until the end, it gets better with time
I'm makin' love to your mind baby
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)

[Čavar]

Heavy In The Game

[Featuring Richie Rich]

Verse One: 2Pac

Now how can I explain how this game laced

plus with this fame

I got enemies who'll do anything ta break me

My attitude changed

got to tha point where I was trippen

twenty-four-seven

moneys my mission

just a nigga tryin ta make a livin'

These busta tricks don't know no male

they spending they riches on scandelous bitches

who stay petrified in jail

it's hell

plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket

jelous ass bitches

playa haten' but we still kick it

always keep my eyes on tha prize

watch tha police

seen so much murder

neighborhoods getten no sleep

but still

I get my money on major

continuously

communicaten through my pager

niggas know me

don't have no homies cause they jelous

I hustle solo

cause when i'm broke I got no time for tha fellas

listen

ain't nothen popin' about no work nigga

I ain't no joke

fuck what they sayin

and get your dough nigga

Heavy in tha Game

Chorus:

I don't care what it did to Them

Tha Games been good ta Me

Verse Two: Richie Rich

Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type shit

Certain niggas wanna stick to tha game

you's a trick to tha game

waitin' upon your turn

so will you learn

ain't no turns givin niggas be twisten and taken shit

putten they sack down

then putten they mack down

Me myself I hustle with finesse

Yes, i'm an Oakland baller

rule number one check it

if I show you no respect then

be your own nigga

meaning buy your own dope

cause that front shit is punk shit

something I never funked with

be true to this game and this game will be true to you

that's real shit

disrespect

see what this will do to you

jackin' and robin' and dispisen' your homie

ain't healthy

niggas be ending up dead

follow your wealthy

but not me tho

I'm sowing something major

so what I reap is boss

that's why my public statis is floss

went from a

young nigga livin' reseidential

to a

young nigga workin' presidential

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

I'm just a young black male

cursed since my birth

had ta turn to crack sells

if worse come to worse

headed for them pack jails

so maybe it's a hearse

My only way to stack bail

is out here doin dirt

My decisions do or die

been hustlein' since Jr. High

No time for askin why

getten' high

getten' mine

Put away my 9

cause these times call for four-five sales

cause life is hell and everybody dies

what about these niggas I despise

them loud talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds

jepordiseing lives

shootem' right between a niggas eyes

it's time to realize

follow tha rules

or follow tha fools, then die

everybodies tryin ta make tha news

niggas confused

quit tryin to be an OG and pay your dues

if you choose to apply yourself

go with tha grain and come tha riches and tha bitches and tha fame

Heavy in tha Game

Chorus

[Čavar]

Hennessey

ft. Obie Trice

{Obie Trice}
Ha ha ha, yeah

{Tupac}
Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy)

Just Pour a nigga a glass

Hennessy, that dark shit (That’s right)

{Obie Trice}
Hey pour me some of that too baby

[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who’s my role model
It’s in a brown bottle (Yo what’s our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy

They wanna know who’s my role model
It’s in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessy

{Tupac}
Ha ha ha, Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)

{Obie Trice}
That’s what your sippin on
Now what’s you name nigga?


{Tupac}
Big ballin ass nigga named Pac

[Verse 1: Tupac]
Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These motherfuckaz wanna see me die
So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I’ll buck and bomb ‘em, them nigga fry
Ey remember me? Damn that Hennessy
The nigga you don’t wanna see, let me precede
My definition of some thug shit, y’all don’t hear me?
Now that it’s poppin aint no love bitch
I maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it
I’m tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I’m still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid
So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves
Even the cops can’t stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy

[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who’s my role model
It’s in a brown bottle (Yo what’s our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy

They wanna know who’s my role model
It’s in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessy

{Tupac}
Ha ha ha, Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)

{Obie Trice}
That’s what I’m sippin on
Now let me tell ‘em who I be

{Tupac}
Big ballin ass nigga named Trice

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that’s west
Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin
My momma couldn’t tell my shit, the streets was callin
I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law
I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
P Funk, got I pumpin, he had the connects
Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set
And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that
Don’t come around hurr on that floss shit
Detroit niggaz off shit
(Robbin niggaz in the do’ ways) That’s right
(With my four four, that’s the sure way)
And this your old days, all eyez on me
We was loony I suppose you could (die homie)
O Trice always repped his block
Pac that Hen’ and that Ice, I’m on a track with Pac nigga

[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who’s my role model
It’s in a brown bottle (Yo what’s our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy

They wanna know who’s my role model
It’s in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessy

{Tupac}
Ha ha ha, Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)

{Obie Trice}
Yea

Ey Pac… Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy

We put it down out here I mean, you know… Me, my family, my friends.. Man we riddin for you always

2PacalypseNow and to infinity boy… forever

Shady Records, Afeni Shakur what up?

Yea, Obie Trice

Pour out a lil’ liquor nigga

[Čavar]

Hennessey (Red Spyda Remix)

(feat. E.D.I. of the Outlawz, Sleepy Brown)

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, I'm fuckin with Hennessey
Just pour me a glass of that dark shit
That's right

[Chorus]
[2Pac] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
[S.B.] Ooooh, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh
[2Pac] Hennessey (Hennessey) hahaha, yeah
[2Pac] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
[S.B.] Ooooh, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh
[2Pac] Hennessey (Hennessey)

[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death
I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
These motherfuckers wanna see me die, so who am I
to try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them niggaz fry
Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessey
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me procede
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me
Now that it's poppin ain't no love bitch
I maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dyin days
Ain't nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so nigga blaze
Cause we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggaz makin moves
Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip
when they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Verse Two: Edi Amin]
Yeah
Up late nights (c'mon) under the city lights
The Henn got me feelin right, I'm tryin to keep from swervin
She's so fine and she love Henn too
After a couple of shots she said, "I could do what I wanna do"
(That's right) We ain't sippin champagne (nah) we off the Henn-Rock
Alcoholics back at the liquor sto' cause we can't stop (can't stop)
And won't stop (we won't stop) all night long
'til the break of dawn, gettin it on, Hennessey

[Sleepy Brown]
Ooooh, lady watchin (lady watchin) as I'm glidin by (glidin by)
And the place is jumpin.. that I can't deny (no, noo, no)
Ooh I can't wait to go in, throw my glass in the sky (glass in the sky)
For the people partyin, 'til the mornin light

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[2Pac] Hahaha, y'all niggaz can't fuck with this ol' thug shit

[Chorus]

[Sleepy Brown - over Chorus second half]
We keep on sippin, and sippin, and sippin

[S.B.] Keep on sippin, and sippin, and sippin, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh, Hennessey

[Čavar]

High 'Til I Die

High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

The Shit don't stop

Til my casket drop

I'm High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

The Shit don't stop

Til my casket drop

I'm High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

Shit don't stop

The shit don't stop

Game rules

Ain't got time for fools

Money on my mind

So my nine rules

Time to make wieght

Niggas gettin' crazy paid

Hate bitches for the games they play

So nigga

Pull quick

But better be quicker

Than the next mutha fucka

On the trigger

Cause I'm static

Startin' to be a fuckin' habit

Gotta keep my automatic

Or get my ass kicked

When I'm travelin'

It's kind of puffin'

I drive a bucket

Little Thug Life nigga

Screaming Fuck It

I love to throw my middle finger to the police

And no bucks, no justice, no peace

I'm smoking blunts 'til I pass out

[coughing]

Yah nigga getting assed out

Rollin' and my niggas

Glass out

Drving fast

Talking to bitches

Whipping cash out

I'm with my niggas

So fuck the suckas

I'm bucking brothas

Smokin' chronic mutha fuckas

Causing ruckus

It's the last of the drank

Pull over

Can't hear a damn thang

Sober

High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

The Shit don't stop

Til my casket drop

I'm High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

The Shit don't stop

Til my casket drop

High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

The Shit don't stop

Til my casket drop

I'm High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

Shit don't stop

The shit don't stop

Lord help me save me

Mama keep praying for a young mutha fucker

Trying to duck an early grave

In the city where you can't tell the fakes

From the snakes

Enemies from phonies

Friends from your homies

Around the corner theres another nigga waiting to jack

He don't know I got a glock

Till his ass get shot

Like a mutha fuckin' Thug disease

Claiming Peace

Like they mutha fuckin' trustin' me

Hey, what's up with bitches trying to screw me

Do me cause I did a movie

Throw the pussy to me

But before they never knew me

Rather die then let yah

Play me for like a Busta

And with my glock

I'm a plotin' ass rotten mutha fucka

Hey don't let that movie fool yah

Let me school yah

Screaming Thug Life nigga

When I do yah

It's the last of the drank

Pull over

Can't hear a damn thang

Sober

[Till the end of song]

High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

The Shit don't stop

Til my casket drop

[Čavar]

High Speed

[E.D.I Amin]
I speak
For all my ni**az livin' in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright

[2Pac + E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
f**k the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
f**k doin' time

[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf**kas even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, ni**az decieve swiftly
Look at you now, why you wanna hang out?
I pull the hammer back
Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthaf**kin' back out
They blast but I'm still standin'
Slightly scarred deep
Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul
Though my life was hard with no remorse
I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss
Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless
Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless
And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews
We all about our past, blast if he break the rules
Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heavensent
Switched like a stone-bi**h, turned str8 severed then, why?
Then they wonder why ni**az die
Put your family in danger just to get high
Now, what the hell can we get from jail?
More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell
Bail out, a thug ni**a fresh out the jailhouse
Open your safe count and take all your mail out
Whatever happens happens
Whoever falls dies
We fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride
In times like these, chronic and tie weed
Puffin' through these High Speedz
And people say

[Chorus (2Pac):]

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

[Yaki Kadafi]
Verbal a*sa*sin, I hit the corner fast, blastin'
I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic
No need to push me to slippin'
I love beef, like pussy and pistols
For all you pussies that's soft as tissue
I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof
Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof
Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine
Get that a*s attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind
Grab your shots', callin'
Catchin ni**az while they stormin'
Kickin' his door in
And get your whole f**kin' family a' mournin'
Plus all you itchy-bi**hy types can't touch me
Frontin' like your hard
I'll play your f**kin' yard like a trussel

[Chorus (2Pac):]

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

[E.D.I Amin]
At times, I look through times wit' so much anger
Wonderin' why it keeps on pa*sin' bringin' me the danger
No singal hard time is a good one
At times I'm amazed
Now what the mutha f**k a hood done
What we do to get paid
All day, for the almighty, dollar
Don't even bother to holla
We all destined to be swallowed
By the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more
ni**az is dying tommorrow
We, bet on all time
ni**a the clocks tickin'
Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin
Cops sittin', politicians pa*sin' laws you ain't knowin'
Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it
Keep your dough up
But I ain't goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' paper
Man, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that s**t later
Put the metal to the pedal, slash up ni**a, blaze
Lets get blowed out High Speed til the end of my dayz
Now my people say

[Chorus (2Pac): repeat 5X]

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

[2Pac]
High Speedz (we goin' all night)
Life of an Outlaw, ghetto starz (we goin' all night)
(Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
For my ni**az on the WestSide and the EastSide
And the NorthSide and the SouthSide
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From Compton to Jersey
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Gettin' it real hard
ni**az in Michigan, (M.O.B ni**a, M.O.B)
From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From St. Louis to Alabama
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego
Seattle to Florida
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
Maine to Ma*s, haha
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Food and Sex
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
High Speedz
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
Outlawz with that rough s**t, baby!

[E.D.I Amin]
Learn about it
Pac you goin' rap?