Tupac Shakur

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Tupac Shakur (June 16, 1971 – September 13, 1996) aka Lasane Parish Crooks was an influential, best-selling rap artist. Some of his aliases include 2Pac, Pac, and Makaveli the Don Killuminati. The names "Tupac Amaru" and "Shakur" mean "shining serpent" in Quechua and "thankful to God" in Arabic, respectively.

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I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself/"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black/My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro/pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares/one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers/give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere/unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes/learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers/and that's how it's supposed to be/How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I see no changes all I see is racist faces/misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this/one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right/'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
And although it seems heaven sent/We ain't ready, to see a black President
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact/the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change/try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace/It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East/Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs/so the police can bother me
We gotta make a change. It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive.

—"Changes"

I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school/You tell me its a man's world, play the rules

—"Shorty Wanna Be a Thug"

Menacin' Methodz/Label Me a Lethal Weapon/Witnessing Breathless Imperfectionz
Can you picture my specific plan?/to be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned/Scams are plotted over grams and rocks/Undercover adgents die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so the feds we swore/I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata/Got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eata
How can I show you how I feel inside/We outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after im gone/Cause they fear me in physical form let it be known
Gutter ways my mentality is ghetto/We're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels
We came for murder, pullin' up in a herse/Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck all ya'll niggas in Swahili
Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back/Release me to care of my heartless strap
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang/Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang/Sented a lot of flowers, but how can I cry/Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die
Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream/Afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams
God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die
Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep/Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life/Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life/Cause I'm troublesome
Even in your dreams, you can't picture a nigga like me!
I live a thug life losin' my focus, baby...I'm Troublesome

—"Troublesome '96"

With all this extra stressin, The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath/When will I finaly get to rest?
Through this supression, they punish the people that's askin questions/And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions
The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons/Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions
Be grateful for blessings/Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address/Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded/And things don't go the way you planned it/Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen/If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change/It wasn't nuttin like the game/It's just me against the world

—"Me Against the World"

Now that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means/Label me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen
And fuck the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions/of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me?
Take me away from all the pressure, and all the pain/Show me some happiness again, I'm goin blind
I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin well/I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
My life is in denial, and when I die, baptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears
Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears/I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer/to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left
There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest/I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it/I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame/inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery/Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep
Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun/Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come
Don't trust my lady, cause she's a product of this poison/I'm hearin noises, think she fuckin all my boys, can't take no more
I'm fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in/to Heaven's door

—"So Many Tears"

I finally understand/for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man/You always was committed/A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back/But the plan is to show you that I understand/You are appreciated
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks/It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
Cause when I was low you was there for me/And never left me alone because you cared for me/And I could see you comin home after work late/You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given/And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
And all my childhood memories/Are full of all the sweet things you did for me/And even though I act craaazy/I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel/You never kept a secret, always stayed real/And I appreciate, how you raised me/And all the extra love that you gave me

—"Dear Mama"

It ain't easy, being me/Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free
A damn shame, when will we ever change/And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguements with my Boo is true/I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game/I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows/Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas/Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh
It ain't easy, that's my motto
Everybody wanna know if I'm insane/My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope/Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke
Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high/Watchin the cops roll by
I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin/Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin
I'm havin dreams/of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
through the years tryin to stack a little green/I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar/So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler
Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off?/I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home/Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in
this high powered cell at the county jail/Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what/do I do in these county blues/Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shakin when they face me/Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell/Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail
But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts/is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked
They violated my probation, and it seems I'll be goin on a long vacation

—"It Ain't Easy"

Now everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs/For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act
Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep/out on the streets you don't hear a peep
ni**a it's a god damn shame, somebody explain/why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game
Tear that a*s out the frame, completely get that a*s kicked/Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin in the casket
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers/My homeboys, the only thing a ni**a got left/I love my ni**az to death, we ain't s**t without our homeboys/.. You know what time it is/I ain't s**t without my homeboys
Now I was born alone, took my first joint and I got high alone/Now I'm an Outlaw ni**a, I never die alone
Me and my ni**az is so close, it's complicated/One ni**a smokin and drinkin, and yet we all faded
My ni**a Edi had a son we all happy/Cause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies
My ni**az cry, we all cry, and all ride/To rectify the problem, motherf**kers they all die
Been tryin to make a million, by hustlin since my adolescense/From crack dealin to rap villian, my new profession
Who wanna see me at eight deep, f**k 3D/You coward a*s motherf**kers'll never see me
Bustin with automatic straps, my raw raps like good crack/ni**az fiendin, I got em comin back
Until I die, they label me as a ridah/Forever, my ni**az be together

—"Homeboyz"

my alias is Boss
Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin/This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin
I'm askin, as if I'm qualified to analyze/You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies
She got a body make a motherf**ker fantasize/Her face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes
Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches/I'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches
Currency motivated, not easily terminated/Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded
This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid

—"Skandalouz"

This life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public/My attitude was, "Fuck it," cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease/Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Equipped with money and a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke
I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial/From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row/Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious/Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us/But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life/That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill/So open fire, I see you kill me witness my steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me/I'd rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed
Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts/I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught/Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me/Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years/Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears
Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck) didn't diminish my powers/so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace
That's why they tried to set me up/Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up/But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated/At the time I contemplate the way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary/For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried
Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it/Revenge on them niggaz that played me
Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention/to my ambitions as a ridah

—"Ambitionz Az A Ridah"

give me my money in stacks/and lace my bitches with 9 figures/real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated/i'm cashin'/while they coughed up and weeded/open fire/now them niggas bleedin'
they got me stressed out on Death Row/i've seen money but baby I got to gets mo'
and I ain't stopin' till i'm well paid/bails paid/now nigga, look what hell made
i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high/and when i'm rollin' by/Niggas Can't C Me
my shit be bumpin out tha record store/as if it was a drug house/my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
a young nigga with heart/ain't had shit to loose/pullin' my pistol on them fools/you know the rules
tha life of a Boss Playa/f**k what ya thought tho'/my enemies deceased/die like a bitch when my album hit tha streetz

—"Can't C Me"

this game's like my religion
addicted to the fast life
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out/with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz

—"All Bout U"

But don't be bad and play the game/get mad and change/Then you wonda why these muthafuckas/call you names.
Keep your mind on your money/enroll in school/And as the years pass by/you can show them fools
Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open/either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin'/I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch/and niggas wouldn't call you bitch
But now things change/cuz you don't look the same/let the ghetto get the best of you/baby, that's a shame
Caught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased/and finally be in peace.
See I loved you like a sista/but you died to quick/And that's why we called U bitch, I betcha.
Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker, keep stressen me fuckin' with a muthafucken mind. I figured you wanted to know...why we call them hoes bitches -- and maybe this might help you understand. It ain't personal; strictly business.

—"Wonder Why They Call U"

Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there's gonna be some pussys. Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches; the pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'. Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky. See you got some niggas on your side that say they're your friends, but in real life they your enemies. And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies, but in real life they eyes is on your money. See the enemies will say they true, but in real life those niggas will be the snitches! Its a dirty game y'all. Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with 'cause the shit get wild y'all. Keep your mind on your riches, baby keep your mind on your riches.
9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me/From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me/Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed/Nothing more I despise than a liar
I proceed to make them shiver/when I deliver/Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw
And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased/Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'/I rip the crowd, then I start again/Internally I live in sin/until the moment that they let me breathe again/The heartz of men
I died and came back/I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
Uhh, can it be fate/that makes a sick muthafucka break/On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

—"Heartz Of Men"

How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz/Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death/my niggas, we tha last ones left!
life in tha hood is all good for nobody
I got your name tatted on my arm/so we both ball till' my dying days/before I say goodbye/Kato and Mental rest in peace/Thug till I die
nobody cries when we die/we outlaws/let me ride
to my niggas from old blocks/from old crews/niggas that guided me through/back in tha old school
pour out some liquor/have a toast for tha homies/see we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me/and brothas miss ya while your gone
you left your nigga on his own/how long we mourn
Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket/have a party at my funeral/let every rapper rock it/let tha hoes that I usta know/from way before/kiss me from my head to my toe

—"Life Goes On"

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back/I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I succeed paranoid from the weed/And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me/Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?/Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed/And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear/But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for/Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed/And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix/Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
I hear the doctor standing over me screamin I can make it/Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV/Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me
I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies/I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets/I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce/How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here/Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward/There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state/And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me?
No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped/And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped/Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's a million motherfuckers stressin just like me

—"Only God Can Judge Me"

Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday/and fear of man grow on trees
Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure/Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers
we thug niggaz and we came in packs/Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac)/In the back, my AR-15/Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin/+phat+ as that ass that honey shakin

—"Trading War Stories"

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind/Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line/You was just a little smaller but you still rolled/Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed/Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game/Heard you might be comin home, just got bail/Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man/Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it/Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad/Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes/Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived/Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here/I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs/in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
So many tried to plot/That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Til God return me to my essence/Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down/I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?/They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha

—"I Ain't Mad At Cha"

Father forgive us for livin while all my homies stuck in prison/Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison
It's like a ghetto we can never leave/A broken rose givin bloom to the cracks of the concrete
So many other things for us to see/Things to be, our history so full of tragedy and misery
To all my homies never made it home/The dead peers I shed tattoo tears for, when I'm alone
Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest/Findin peace through this land of stress
In my chest I feel pain comin sudden storms/Life full of rain in this game watch for landstorms
Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next/In this world full of countless threats
I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe/Show a sign, make us all believe

—"I Ain't Mad At Cha" video version released a few days after Tupac's death (9/13/96)

Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia/Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us
sincerely yours/I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
but then America f**ked up and blamed up/I guess it's cause we black that we targets
Down to die, for everything I represent/Meant every word, in my letter to the President
Word motherf**kin life/f**k this ni**a think?Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare/We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
Dear Mr. Clinton, It's gettin harder and harder for a motherf**ker to make a dollar in these here streets. I mean s**t, I hear you screamin peace, but we can't find peace til my little ni**az on these streets get a piece. I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me. So why don't you help a ni**a out? Sayin you cuttin welfare. That got us ni**az on the street, thinkin who in the hell care? s**t, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks, but y'all ain't ready to give us no motherf**kin dollars. What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool? We ain't stupid. Think you got us lookin to lose tryin to turn all us young ni**az into troops. You want us to fight your war. What the f**k I'm fightin for? s**t, I ain't got no love here. I ain't had a check all year. Taxin, all the blacks and police beatin me in the streets. f**k peace.

—"Letter To The President"

What they want from us motherf**kin thug niggaz?/Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz
BAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes/I can't stand you hoes, uhh
Now label this my f**kin trick shot/My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop
You was HEARTLESS on yo' hits/Niggaz love to scream peace after they start some shit
pay attention. Here's a word to those that robbed me/I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep!
Don't f**k with me Nigga you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell?/See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell
How many niggaz wanna be involved?/See I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll kill all of y'all, then ball
Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed/F**k around and get tossed up, by the f**kin Outlawz
Before I leave, make sure everybody HEARD/Know I meant, EVERY MOTHERF**KIN WORD When we ride on our enemies

—"When We Ride On Our Enemies"

Where do niggaz go when we die?/Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga/That's why we go to thug mansion/That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
Picture me inside the misery of poverty/No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived/Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on/Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it/Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit/A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's/We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace/And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast/I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us/They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain/why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?/Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?/I need a place to rest my head/with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape/the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past/that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together/There has to be a place better than this, in heaven/So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin/Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

—"Thugz Mansion"

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion/Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught/Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought
Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me/Cause they never talk peace in tha black community
All we know is violence, do tha job in silence/Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn/Niggas commin' out worse off/than when they went in
There must be another route, way out/To money and fame, I changed my name/And played a different game
Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle/If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho
Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life/What do I do?/Live my life in a prison cell?/I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell

—"Trapped"

Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac / Call the cops when you see 2Pac, Uhh / Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish / Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
First off, fuck your bitch/And the click you claim/West side when we ride/Come equipped with game
We keep on coming/While we running for yah jewels/Steady gunning/Keep on busting at them fools/You know the rules
Don't let the west side/Ride the night (ha ha)/Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill/fuck with me/And get your caps peeled
I don't know why I'm even on this track/Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
Peep how we do it/Keep it real/Its penitentiary steel/This ain't no freestyle battle/All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open/Tryin' to come up off of me/You and the clouds hoping
niggas think they learned to fly/But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die/Talking about you Getting Money/But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy/While you fucking with me?/I'm a self made Millionaire/Thug livin', out of prison/Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Now its all about versace/You copied my style/Five shots couldn't drop me/I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight/With my A-K/I'm still the thug that you love to hate/Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up
Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)/You wanna fuck with us/You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it./But we ain't singing, We bringing drama
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion.Well this is how we gon' do this: fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then fuck you too. Chino XL, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, fuck you too.
Killing ain't fair but somebody's got to do it. My .44 makes so all ya'll kids won't grow

—'"Hit 'Em Up"

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
My lyrics motivate the planet/It's similar to Rhythm Nation/but thugged out

—"Got My Mind Made Up"

I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized/Pictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried/But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted/Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin
Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin/Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason
See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded/You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead/Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G

—"Ain't Hard 2 Find"

why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller
God damn it's a motherfuckin riot/Black people only hate police so don't try it/If you're not from the town then don't pass through
When they ask me, when will the violence cease?/When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street
First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free/so we loot, please don't shoot when you see
I'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me/Now the tables have turned around
You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down/And now Bush can't stop the hit
Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse/And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good/in the hood bein around the niggaz
Living on Earth / Tell me, what's a black life worth? / A bottle of juice / is no excuse, the truth hurts!
Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz/I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga/Let the Lord judge the criminals/If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

—'"I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto"

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice/I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots/I give a holler to my sisters on welfare/Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)/When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman/Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman/I wonder why we take from our women/Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?/I think it's time to kill for our women/Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies/That will hate the ladies, that make the babies/And since a man can't make one/He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up/I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough/And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules/Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price/She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen/I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity/It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up/You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor/Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is/it ain't no hope for tha future
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure/And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son/wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this/hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless/While tears, is rollin down your cheeks/Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me/I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten older and older and cold/From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin Benz/I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but/please... you got to keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nothin / don't believe him / And if he can't learn to love you / you should leave him

—'"Keep Ya Head Up"

Back to get wreck/All respect/to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check
Cause oh they sweat a brother majorly/And I don't know why, your girl keeps paging me
She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me/And every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady take it easy!
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy
Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye/Just another hazard of a fly guy
You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got fatter/Now everybody's looking for the latter
And ain't no need in being greedy/If you wanna see me dial the beeper number baby when you need me
And I'll be there in a jiffy/Don't be picky, just be happy with this quickie/But when you learn, you can't tie me down/Baby doll, check it out, I get around
Finger tips on the hips as I dip, gotta get a tight grip, don't slip/Loose lips sink ships, it's a trip/I love the way she licks her lips, see me jocking/Put a little twist in her hips cause I'm watching
You picked the wrong guy baby if you're too fly/You need to hit the door, search for a new guy/Cause I only got one night in town/Break out or be clown

—"I Get Around"

How could it be through the misery that came to pass/The hard times make 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 half the time 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
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
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 walking solo/Ride out alone in my low-low/Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
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/Fall to their knees, they plead for their 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"

We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed/cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess
But let's agree on strategy and pick out enemies right/Who stands accused of the abuse my own, kind do right
Supreme ideology, you claim to hold/Claimin that we all drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence/In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black talon style, thoughts I throw/It remains in your brain then of course it grows
Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise/Picture a life where black babies can survive past five
But we must have hope, quotin the reverand from the pulpit/Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit
Lace me with words of destruction and I'll explode/but supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow
This ain't bout talkin bout problems, I bring solutions/Where's the restitution, stipulated through the constitution
You violated, now I'm back to haunt your nights/Listen to the screams, of the lives you sacrificed
And in case you don't know, ghetto born black seeds still grow/We comin back, for everything you owe
Now they got me goin to the county jail/And my family can't pay this outrageous bail
Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal/move me, and my people, to a mansion in Brazil
Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends/I'll be stressed and they just, reposessed my Benz
Told the judge it was self-defense, he won't listen/So I'm bumpin this in federal prison, givin everything I owe

—"Everything They Owe"

Multiple gunshots fill the block the fun stops niggas calling cops, people shot nobody stop , I wonder when the world stop caring last night, two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society, first they try/to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's/crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies
feed when they see me, believe me/Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan/and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners/Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse/full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend
I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true/While I'm starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you/I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die/(we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherf**kers
Now I was raised as a young black male/In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails/In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion/Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection/Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons/Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter/cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya
The world, the world is behind us. Once a motherf**ker get an understanding on the game and what the levels and the rules of the game is. Then the world ain't no trick no more. The world is a game to be played. So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us. Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it. It's all about the papers, money rule the world; Bitches make the world go round. Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't. Starin at the world through my rearview

—"Staring Through My Rearview"

I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin/And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in/Before I'm leavin, I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?
Watchin our own downfall, witness the end/It's like we don't believe in God cause we livin in sin
I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed/Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast
It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more/My tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for
I hate the man in the mirror/Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer
Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts/In this society where only gettin the cash counts
I started out as a beginner/Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
I make my money and vacate, evade prison/Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven
And all the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain I feel inside/You know, it's like I'm livin just to die
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if I'm worthy/Livin life thinkin no man can hurt me
So I'm askin -- before I lay me down to sleep/Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery
I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames/In my search for fame will I change? I'm askin

—'"Who Do U Believe In?"

Battlefields and Closed Caskes Multiplies/Thugs Die/Don't ask why/When Thugz cry we shed blood/Do you still wanna be a thug?
Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song/to help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone
We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches/We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches
But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange/Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne
See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie/See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don/I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone
Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?/So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams
Regulate my area, the terror I represent/Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went?
Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?/Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told
Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer/Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long
Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close?/I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry

—'"When Thugs Cry"

When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name/Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with no more pain
It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise/Busters shot me five times, real niggaz don't die
Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me/Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me
My only fear of death is reincarnation/Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation

—"No More Pain"

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Other Sourced Quotations

T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E stands for The Hate U Give Lil Infants F**ks Everybody

M.O.B. stands for Money Over Bitches, Member of Blood, or The Mob.

N.I.G.G.A stands for Never Ignorant about Getting Goals Accomplished or No Ignorance Got Goals Accomplished

Everybody's at war with different things… I'm at war with my own heart sometimes.

—Vibe magazine interview (February 1996)

All good niggas, all the niggas who change the world, die in violence. They don't die in regular ways.

—'Details magazine interview (Spring 1996)

It's not like I idolize this one guy Machiavelli. I idolize that type of thinking where you do whatever's gonna make you achieve your goal.

—Vibe magazine (September 1996)

This new Makaveli album I got comin' out, I'm takin' on niggas. It's like, my dopest album ever.

—'Vibe magazine (September 1996)

I am the future of black America.

—Vibe magazine (September 1996)

Fuck it, I feel like I shine.

—Vibe magazine (September 1996)

Niggers was the ones with the rope, hanging off trees; Niggas are the ones with gold ropes, hanging out at clubs.

—' Tupac Resurrection

Measure a man by his actions fully, through his whole life, from the beginning to the end.

— Tupac Resurrection

On the whole, I don't have any friends. Friends come and go; I've lost my trust factor. I believe I have people who think they're my friend. And I believe that there are people probably in their heart who are friends toward me or are friends to me. But they're not my friends, because what I learned is that fear is stronger than love.

—'Vibe magazine (June 1996)

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Attributed

Coming to grips with my past, it was hard. I don't feel like what I did was so evil, I just feel like the way I was living, and my mentality, was part of my progression to be a man.

-Tupac: Resurrection

You grow, we all grow, we're made to grow. You either grow or disappear.

-Tupac: Resurrection

Keep ya head up. Do what you gotta do. And then, inside of you, I will be reborn.

-Tupac Resurrection

When I speak, I want my words to mean something. I want my words to make people shiver.

—Interview (1994)

Can't nobody touch me right now. Maybe next month all of this will be over, but this month I'm takin' every moving target out.

—'two weeks before his death

Everybody that was involved knows what happened [...] and everything is there. [...] Just read everything over, and read my reply, read their reply, read what people say, watch people, cuz you can fake for a long time but one day you gonna show yourself to be a phony [...] think back, think of all the people that you've seen me put on stage, think of all the people I've put on, that I got into this game, that I show how to do this, and think about what they're saying now. That's not keeping it real.

—'in prison, 1995, on who shot him up

I believe that everything that you do bad comes back to you. So everything that I do that's bad, I'm going to suffer from it. But in my mind, I believe what I'm doing is right. So I feel like I'm going to heaven.

I feel like our future is our confidence and self-esteem..

I swear, if they hadn't tried to ruin me, I never would have ended up being a rapper. I probably would have been a preacher or something.

I think the old should go through school again. I think that rich people should live like poor people, and poor people should live like rich people, and change every week.

I'm not saying I'm gonna change the world, but I guarantee that I will spark the brain that will change the world.

I'm one-hundred percent original, and that's what got me here. My rap music is more understandable, slower. It tells a story. You can write a book on each of my thoughts.

If I could patent "being real", I think I could own that.

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense.

In my death, people will understand what I was talking about.

June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell raising heavenly son.

My first words was thug for life and papa pass the mack.

My Mama used to tell me if you can't find something to live for, you best find something to die for.

Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.

The only thing that comes to a sleeping man is dreams.

The reason why I could get into acting was because it takes nothing to get out of who I am and go into somebody else.

We look at death from the selfish side, like: "That guy died. Oh, it's so sad." Why is it sad? He's away from all of this bad stuff that's here on Earth. I mean, at the worst, he's just somewhere quiet, no nothing. At best, he's an angel… or he's a spirit somewhere. What is so bad about that?

We talk a lot about Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr., but it's time to be like them, as strong as them. They were mortal men like us and everyone of us can be like them. I don't want to be a role model. I just want to be someone who says, this is who I am, this is what I do. I say what's on my mind.

What is fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.

Wars come and go, but my soldiers stay eternal.

The only crime I been convicted of is fighting getting into a fight with my fears.

Dont get it twisted this is not my real life, this is not how my real life is suppose to be.

Look, I am selling records. This is what I do for a living. I am selling records. I never thought it was going to be a matter of life and death.

I'm not saying I'm gonna rule the world but if I keep talking about how dirty it is, someone will have to clean it up.

I live the life of a thug, Live it and Die for it!

But my nigga from the other side of the globe knows all my theories, i dedicate all this drama to you (Oumar Camara a.k.a Paparesta)

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Discography

2Pacalypse Now (1991)
Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z (1993)
Thug Life: Thug Life Vol. 1 (1994)
Me Against the World (1995)
All Eyez on Me (1996)
Makaveli: The Don Killuminati: 7 Day Theory (1996)
R U Still Down? (1997)
2Pac's Greatest Hits (1998)
Still I Rise (2Pac + Outlawz) (1999)
The Lost Tapes (1989/released 2000)
The Rose that Grew from Concrete (2000)
Until the End of Time (2001)
Better Dayz (2002)
Tupac Resurrection (2003)
Nu-Mixx Klazzics (2003)
2Pac Live (2004)
Loyal to the Game (2004)
The Rose Vol. 2 (2005)
Live At The House Of Blues (with Outlawz, Dogg Pound, Snoop Dogg, K-Ci & JoJo) (2005)