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Pac raps about about real life shit and it still makes you dance!
Artist: 2Pac f/ Outlawz
Album: Better Dayz (Disc Two)
Song: They Don't Give a **** About U
[Intro]
Y'all aint never just dreamt and pictured
Just looked at the whole situation
Cause once you look at it
You know
They don't give a **** about us
They don't give a **** about us
They don't give a **** about us
[Chorus]
If I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us
[Verse One]
Some say niggaz is hardheaded cause we love to trick
Equipped with game so we bang with this thuggin' shit
I see ya try to hide hoping that nobody don't notice
You must always remember your still a member of the hopeless
See you're black like me
So you snap like me
When these devils try to plot
Trap our young black seeds, look it
Cops is as crooked as the niggaz they chasing
Looking for role models
Are father figures is basis
Some say expect illuminati
Take my body to sleep
Niggaz at the party with they shotties just as rowdy as me
Before I fix computer chips I gotta deal with brothers flipping
I don't see no devils bleeding only black blood dripping
We can change which a mouths say
I'm watching niggaz work they lives out without pay
Whatever it takes to switch places with the bustas on top
I'm busting shots make the world stop
They don't give a **** about us
[Chorus]
Now if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Cause they don't give a **** about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us
If I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us
[Verse Two]
It's the morning after and all of our laughter is gone
Time to reflect on what you did cause they saying you wrong
I'm sure you had your reasons, dog I don't doubt you
See the simple fact of the matters they don't give a **** about you
All them five mouths you forced to feed
Not including yourself
All you want is wealth they precede it as greed
So as you loaded up that mac you continue to bust
The mob was on paper thinking they don't give a **** about us
I'm seeing it clearer
Painting a picture in the mirror
They claim we inferior
So why the **** these devils fear ya
I'm watching my nation die
Genocide and cause
Expect a bloodbath
The aftermath is yours
I told you last album
We need help cause we dying
Give us a chance
Help us advance cause we trying
Ignore my whole plea
Watching us in disgust
And then they beg when my guns bust
They don't give a **** about us
[Chorus]
Now if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us
If I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us
[Verse Three]
Now all the homies got love for me
Down to catch a slug for me
Guarantee to bleed deeply
Now that's love
Shit, nobody else would give a **** if I'm tow down
From the floor down
6 feet deep bended cut
What the **** done went wrong
How long will I be mourned
When I'm gone same song
And give a **** all along
And who am I to blame
Artist: 2Pac f/ Outlawz
Album: Better Dayz (Disc Two)
Song: They Don't Give a **** About U
[Intro]
Y'all aint never just dreamt and pictured
Just looked at the whole situation
Cause once you look at it
You know
They don't give a **** about us
They don't give a **** about us
They don't give a **** about us
[Chorus]
If I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us
[Verse One]
Some say niggaz is hardheaded cause we love to trick
Equipped with game so we bang with this thuggin' shit
I see ya try to hide hoping that nobody don't notice
You must always remember your still a member of the hopeless
See you're black like me
So you snap like me
When these devils try to plot
Trap our young black seeds, look it
Cops is as crooked as the niggaz they chasing
Looking for role models
Are father figures is basis
Some say expect illuminati
Take my body to sleep
Niggaz at the party with they shotties just as rowdy as me
Before I fix computer chips I gotta deal with brothers flipping
I don't see no devils bleeding only black blood dripping
We can change which a mouths say
I'm watching niggaz work they lives out without pay
Whatever it takes to switch places with the bustas on top
I'm busting shots make the world stop
They don't give a **** about us
[Chorus]
Now if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Cause they don't give a **** about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us
If I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us
[Verse Two]
It's the morning after and all of our laughter is gone
Time to reflect on what you did cause they saying you wrong
I'm sure you had your reasons, dog I don't doubt you
See the simple fact of the matters they don't give a **** about you
All them five mouths you forced to feed
Not including yourself
All you want is wealth they precede it as greed
So as you loaded up that mac you continue to bust
The mob was on paper thinking they don't give a **** about us
I'm seeing it clearer
Painting a picture in the mirror
They claim we inferior
So why the **** these devils fear ya
I'm watching my nation die
Genocide and cause
Expect a bloodbath
The aftermath is yours
I told you last album
We need help cause we dying
Give us a chance
Help us advance cause we trying
Ignore my whole plea
Watching us in disgust
And then they beg when my guns bust
They don't give a **** about us
[Chorus]
Now if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us
If I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us
[Verse Three]
Now all the homies got love for me
Down to catch a slug for me
Guarantee to bleed deeply
Now that's love
Shit, nobody else would give a **** if I'm tow down
From the floor down
6 feet deep bended cut
What the **** done went wrong
How long will I be mourned
When I'm gone same song
And give a **** all along
And who am I to blame
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This one goes out to Biggie, Jay-z Nas Fans 
Artist: Makaveli (2Pac)
Album: The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Song: Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply)
{*church bells ring in background*}
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;
resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
and several other corny sounding mother****ers
are understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
but released this statement:
[Makaveli]
It's not about East or West
It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,
riders and punks. Which side are you on?
{*gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground*}
These niggaz is still ****in talkin?
You niggaz still breathin? ****in roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches
(All day, everyday)
It's the raid for you punk mother****ers
(The pump in yo' ass)
This is it nigga! Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!
[Makaveli]
Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran
Niggaz get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Colder than a dopefiend's titty... huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a ****in nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs, down to die for y'all
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder mother****ers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak mother****ers don't deserve to breathe
How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin right behind ya
Should've never ****ed wit meeee
I want money hoes sex and weeeed
I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!
[Chorus]
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
[E.D.I. Amin]
For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays
They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
And I be a soldier on a mission
Sent to do, what you'll never do
and that's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch
Yo I'm dyin with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'****in Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain't in this rap game, for the mother****in cash mayne
then what is your mother****in purpose? None can serve us
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!
[Young Noble]
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin fairy tales dunn
"King of New York," like you the mother****in one?
But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit
From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips
Gettin rich, even though it's hard
Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls
without scarred by a revolv'
with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
[Makaveli]
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin
Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
Artist: Makaveli (2Pac)
Album: The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Song: Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply)
{*church bells ring in background*}
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;
resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
and several other corny sounding mother****ers
are understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
but released this statement:
[Makaveli]
It's not about East or West
It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,
riders and punks. Which side are you on?
{*gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground*}
These niggaz is still ****in talkin?
You niggaz still breathin? ****in roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches
(All day, everyday)
It's the raid for you punk mother****ers
(The pump in yo' ass)
This is it nigga! Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!
[Makaveli]
Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran
Niggaz get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Colder than a dopefiend's titty... huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a ****in nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs, down to die for y'all
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder mother****ers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak mother****ers don't deserve to breathe
How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin right behind ya
Should've never ****ed wit meeee
I want money hoes sex and weeeed
I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!
[Chorus]
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
[E.D.I. Amin]
For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays
They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
And I be a soldier on a mission
Sent to do, what you'll never do
and that's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch
Yo I'm dyin with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'****in Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain't in this rap game, for the mother****in cash mayne
then what is your mother****in purpose? None can serve us
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!
[Young Noble]
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin fairy tales dunn
"King of New York," like you the mother****in one?
But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit
From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips
Gettin rich, even though it's hard
Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls
without scarred by a revolv'
with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
[Makaveli]
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin
Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
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Originally Posted by SSM-S2K,Jul 14 2008, 10:12 AM
Who the f--k is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the morning crack a dawn and
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
>some niggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
>remember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?
>that you rolled dice wit
>smoked blunts and got nice wit
yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect
>I didn't day dem, they schooled me to some niggaz
>that you knew from back when,
>when you was clockin minor figures
>Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
> and they wanna stick the knife
>through your windpipe slow...so..
>thank Fame for warnin me cuz I'm warnin you
>I got the mac Biggie
>tell me what you wanna do...
[CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my paper
[VERSE 2]
>They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
>wit the Texas license plates outta state
>they heard about the pounds
>you got down in Georgetown
>now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
>they even heard about the crib
>you bought your mom in south Florida
>the fifth corridor....
Call the coroner
there's gonna be alot of slow singin
and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
whatcha think all the guns is for?
all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
and I feed em gun powder so they can devour
The criminals tryin to drop my decimals
DAMN.. niggaz wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
and the interdream things ain't always what it seems
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture, now they wanna
grab they guns and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put they ****ers in a bad prediciment
where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
**** with what I had you with
you mother****ers betta duck
I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I **** around and get hardcore, C-4 to ya door no beef no more(nigga)
Feel the rush, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I dont give a **** about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
im not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin...
pagin me at 5:46 in the morning crack a dawn and
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
>some niggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
>remember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?
>that you rolled dice wit
>smoked blunts and got nice wit
yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect
>I didn't day dem, they schooled me to some niggaz
>that you knew from back when,
>when you was clockin minor figures
>Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
> and they wanna stick the knife
>through your windpipe slow...so..
>thank Fame for warnin me cuz I'm warnin you
>I got the mac Biggie
>tell me what you wanna do...
[CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my paper
[VERSE 2]
>They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
>wit the Texas license plates outta state
>they heard about the pounds
>you got down in Georgetown
>now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
>they even heard about the crib
>you bought your mom in south Florida
>the fifth corridor....
Call the coroner
there's gonna be alot of slow singin
and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
whatcha think all the guns is for?
all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
and I feed em gun powder so they can devour
The criminals tryin to drop my decimals
DAMN.. niggaz wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
and the interdream things ain't always what it seems
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture, now they wanna
grab they guns and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put they ****ers in a bad prediciment
where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
**** with what I had you with
you mother****ers betta duck
I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I **** around and get hardcore, C-4 to ya door no beef no more(nigga)
Feel the rush, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I dont give a **** about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
im not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin...
Album: Better Dayz (Disc One)
Song: **** Em All
You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That's right bitch, **** 'em all)
Hahaha yeah nigga, **** 'em all
(That's right bitch, **** 'em all)
**** all you mutha****ers
Ayyo Biggie Put your hands up
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to mutha****ers when they scrappin'
Blast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie killer, affiliation with death row
Niggaz get their caps pealed back, fool this the west coast
**** ah misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit
Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for niggaz to trip, cause bitch I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga, with love niggaz
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines, writing raps and movies
I went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me
So **** em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, **** 'em all)
YOUNG NOBLE: Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, **** 'em all)
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I got glad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey
So they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar, I'll dick em' and holla
Ridin' these hoochies like they some heavy ass, Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my glock up
I'm bustin' in self defense ya see
Poppin' nobody got em' Holla
Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers, the S.W.A.T. team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy (Why?)
Cause they'll never stop us
I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger bust somebody in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through
True to the game
I claim Outlaw riders
We give a **** what they try
I'm..
Gotta reply back to Biggie lyric
