KEEP Goin' Lyrics
[Girl:]
I mean what?
People going crazy over this?

[Tupac: talking]
It don't stop
Keep goin'

It don't stop
Keep goin'

[Verse: Tupac]
Now i've been called crazy
To fade me is not possible
I give a fuck
What you thought or who you brought with you
A Bad Boy killer
Biggie annihiliator
They wonderin why he breathin but bitches die later
Better laugh now, then cry when I come to getcha
I hit you with 2 glocks and leave you with scar tissue
On some loco shit
My pistols smoke yo shit
Lets go for dolo bitch
And watch me flow yo shit
Mr. Makaveli movin' pieces like tellikenises
It's like a chess game lets play with real pieces
Shots rang and niggas brains were spilt
Another Bad Boy affiliator nigga was killed
I hit the funeral and bust at his folks
And leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke
It don't stop keep goin'

[Chorus:]
Don't Stop, Don't Stop, Don't Stop
Keep Goin'

Don't Stop, Don't Stop, Don't Stop
Keep Goin'

Don't Stop, Don't Stop, Don't Stop
Keep Goin'

Don't Stop, Don't Stop, Don't Stop
Keep Goin'

Don't Stop, Don't Stop, Don't Stop
Keep Goin'

[Hussein Fatal:]
Shit, still grindin for the chips
I come from the clear but you can find him in the bricks
Me, I was the diamond in the sticks
And him, he hatin and
Still whinin' 'cuz i'm grindin' with his bitch
Out shinin' with the sixth
I'ma blind him with the fifth
He still sellin nicks
What he tryina throw a disc?
I promise you'll be lyin on your strip
'Cuz copyin' my style
I can whip any 9 you can get
No crimes on the strip
Just dimes of the pit
No gimmicks to my music, you be lyin' when you spit
Outta line you get gripped
I'm gonna find you a ditch
Right next to your OG, do your time with a snitch
And I tell 'em all the time you a bitch
A real life pussy, hit the strip, go and find you a dick
Man this nigga outta line who is this?
I'm tempted to put his mind on his kicks
Let the nine do the trick...yeah

[Chorus: till fade]

Pain Lyrics

(feat. Butch Cassidy, Styles P)

[Tupac:]
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do
But be a thug
Out slangin' with the homies
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin back to court
So fuck what you thought I'm drinkin' hennessey
Runnin from my enemies will I live to be 23
There's So Much Pain

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}]
I'ma solider 'till I die
{I'ma die a thug}
Keep standin' by my side
I'll admit i'm gettin' high
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry?

Momma's standin on the streets
Gotta get back on my feet
Stressed so much can't sleep
{So Much Pain, So Much Pain}
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry?

[Styles P:]
I've seen a couple niggas shot in the brain
Seen a couple niggas shot in the frame
And i'm tryin to maintain, tell the truth though
The shit ain't the same, i'ma die a thug
And fuck it it's the blood in my veins
Why complain 'cause we all gon' die, but I can wait
I'm the letter after F and right before H
I'ma G, nigga see nigga the pain in my eyes
Playa playa play the game ya die
I do a buck eighty five in the rain in the ride
Eatin hot from the flame of the nine
No stranger to danger am I
Matter of fact i'll be bangin for mine
Got a closet full of guns and i'm hangin wit' mine
+So Much Pain+
Yeah I spend years doin' sicker shit
If I cried the tears would prolly be blood and liquor mixed
And you ain't seen no nigga on no thicker shit
Lifes a bitch betcha that
All my niggas that twisted it

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}]
I'ma solider 'till I die
{I'ma die a thug}
Keep standin' by my side
I'll admit i'm gettin' high
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry?

Momma's standin on the streets
Gotta get back on my feet
Stressed so much I can't sleep
{So Much Pain, So Much Pain}
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry?

[Tupac:]
They got me mobbin like I'm
Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin
I'm a nuttin drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards
Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see
And everyday it just a struggle
Steady thuggin' in the streets
And i'll be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,
With a mother on drugs
I'm kickin dust up
Ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
Until they kill me
I'll be livin this life
I know you feel me
There's So Much Pain

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}]
I'ma solider 'till I die
{I'ma die a thug}
Keep standin' by my side
I'll admit i'm gettin' high
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry?

Momma's standin on the streets
Gotta get back on my feet
Stressed so much I can't sleep
{So Much Pain, So Much Pain}
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry?

[Tupac + Styles P:]
So Much Pain
There's so Much Pain

Don't Sleep Lyrics

(feat. Lil Scrappy, Nutso, Yaki Kadafi, & Stormy
Aww Shit [Laughing]

[Verse 1: Tupac]
When I Enter The First On Worst Known Mic Hold Up
My Hummer Roll Up Evacuating Strap Soldiers
Inside Strategy Manefest A Miltary Style Casually
Tragedy When Nigga Battle Me My Prophasize Prediction
Switch Mo Position Seperated From His Gutta Bitch
And Watch Him Start Snitching I Keep Spitting Still Stupid
Niggas Fail To Listen I ? Is Thug Living Hella Prison
My Ammunition Varies, My Voice Carries
Watch Me Invite The Whole World
Me And The Mob Getting Married
It Seems All The Fine Screams Pierce The Dark
Disrespected A Trick Bitch Wheres Ya Heart
You Mark Watch Niggas Fall When I Call Their Name
We Outlaws Hold Your Head Niggas All The Same
Expect Some Want More Out Of Life Than Stress
We Still Thugging Till It's None Left, Don't Sleep.

[Chorus:]
We Gone Ride
Keep My Pistol On My Side
Always Creep With The 9 When I Ride
Dont Sleep
Doing Fine Always Hustling On The Grind
Cuz I Got To Get Mine All The Time
Dont' Sleep
We Gone Ride
Keep My Pistol On My Side
Always Creep With The 9 When I Ride
Dont Sleep
Doing Fine Always Hustling On The Grind
Cuz I Got To Get Mine All The Time

[Verse 2: Stormy]
Dumping On Muthafuckers At Random
Rapidly With Accracy
They Shouldna Talk Bad To Me
It Had To Be A Muthafucker
Im Glad To Be The Nigga That Did The Murder
So Sad To See Another Muthafucker Floating In Plastic
Grief Sleep With His Head Wide Open Rapid Release
Keep The Police Coasting,Casualties Warrant A Dv Stoling
Yoke The Nigga Off The Ass For Drove Off To The Hills
Position Him To Knees And Blow The Back Off
Death With The Lex Ruger Death To Ya
Niggas Cry When The Bullet Fly
Kill And Execute Them.

[Yaki Kadafi:]
I Blast First At They Body
Like My Guns In Varieties
Running With Really Really
You Silly Punk Try To Be
But Front Doing My Walkbys
All The Blunts Hands On My Nuts
In The Getaway Car Full Of Stunts
Addicted To My 9 Moving Like Crime
Through Time
Popping Niggas Like Pipples
Nigga Nothing Simple Bout Mine
Extra Sketching
Dumping Out All You Punk In Intersections Day In And Day Out
Aint No Easy Way Out
So Easy Exits

[Chorus]

[Lil Scrappy:]
When I Hit The Street All I Can See Is The Grind
Blood Sweat And Tears When I Bust My Rhymes
Yea I Unfold My Flow Like Unload My 9
And When I Lint Loose Then The Crew State Of A Mind
I Give A Damn About A Plain Nigga Acting Scitee
Same One Who I Was In Jail With And Then Write Me
Wanna Fight Me Then Cum Find Me
Whatever You Do Shorty You Betta Think Wisely
You Might See Me With A Stack In The Trap
I Give Em My Thoughs And Pier Similarer To
Sarer Rep A Lil Lame Nigga I'll Neva Be Yea Im Gone Keep
It G Im From The 3 And Scrap Will Neva Sleep

[Chorus x2]

International Lyrics

(feat. Nipsey Hussle & Young Dre The Truth)

[Makaveli:]
Eternally Thug Nigga Hilfigger made by Tommy
so when i speak hope to reach my ??? Mamis
or come to Papi i love it when its wet and sloppy
in and out the mouth peice 'till i cum no one can stop me
my bump and grind will do you everytime
come get a blast of this Thug passion and blow your mind
hey, throw up your legs, wrap those shits around my back
It's a WESTSIDE thing fuckin' hoes 'round the map
Walkin down 125 while im peepin out hotties
and they seduce my Jimmy I'll be screamin gimmie body
Make em all scream my name out gimmie my props and don't ya love how this Thug nigga beat up the cock
Im at the 'Rican Parade I'm watchin Caramel bitches play
get wit' real niggas bullshittin never get you paid
This is the dream of a young black teen
i feed my hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend. Now Come On!

[Chorus:]
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international

[Nipsey:]
Check it out Nipsey i pull it up to the club on one of the chrome things im crispy shinnin from my wrist to my gold chain
anywhere i go i keep it hood i Never change
if it aint got it in my lap i got it stashed in the range
[pow pow] I'm gettin bread on the rover private jet anywhere i tell him he'll fly to my respect have these girls sayin daddy i'll do anything you ask get it crackin when i slide through as God as my witness right hand on the bible and Tokyo hunny turned it up hotty got though i stroke for show now up in Atlanta at the strip club she thick cuz took me to the slots where the crib was went full throttle got it crackin i ain't bashful from the kitchen to the counter top and the bath more flips more trips more stamps on my passport
told her drop me at Horseville im International

[Chorus:]
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international

[Young Dre:]
Oooh.. Young Dre the Truth, Makaveli, LT Hutton, Nipsey International
Its mr hood national rider with a passport Just landed from Paris homie pick me up im at the airport with two bottles or more and a bottle of Puerto Rican Weed get somethin poppin cuz tommorow got course on course i'm ready to get it feel it goin down right now hop in the whip pop a bottle lit the blunt right now hit about a buck fifty seconds later at the party right now we celebratin Makaveli 2pacalypse Now escape through the front though they ??? tippy-toes cruisin' up get the door if you loose a chick let her go she done chose this over bro look around it's hard to feel dimes in high heels came form Japan, New York, to Cali to chill they choosin for real with no grill in my mental peep my swagger is tremendous make moves monumental it was me three mamis E-40 and Pac at the La Manz Round After Party it just don't stop

[Chorus:]
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international

[fade away]

Pac's Life (Remix) Lyrics

(feat. Snoop Dogg, T.I., Ashanti & Chris Starr)

Uh oh, uh oh
Oh, oh
They ain't ready for this
Uh huh
LT Hutton, Snoog Dogg, T.I.
It's that new Pac yall
Uh oh, let's get it, Oh!

[Chorus: Chris Starr (Snoop Dogg)]
Pac's Life (Yeah, uh huh)
Everybody talk about Pac's Life (And you ain't even know the homie)
But what do you know about Pac's Life? (What you know about Pac's Life?) Yeah
Everybody talk about Pac's Life (Outlaw, Outlaw, yeah)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Started with five shots, niggaz plottin' to kill em'
Never figured that, that same nigga'd sell five million
Hit the charts like a madman nothin' but hits
Court cases got a nigga facin' multiple digits
Dodgin cop cars look at how we come so far
Picture high school dropout rollin' the double R
House full of happiness weed and drink
Way out sortin' trouble tryna find me king
Never pictured livin' longer than my twenty-first
Thought I'd be locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurt's to see the change
It comes with the fame
Why we gossip in the silly games
To all the motherfuckers speakin down on me -
This is the night, Why is everybody caught up in Pac's Life
To all ya'll niggaz, conversatin' on my life
Mind your motherfuckin' business!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
When we first hung out together, I met you with the homie
We had no intentions of becoming homies
But at no time at all, you became my dog
You showed me how to roll blunts, we used to bounce and ball
I was living on Bush in the pent house suites
Had my lil' cousin Daz hook you up with some beats
It was Outlaw, Dogg Pound, Death Row Records, man we tore up the town
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre and now we got Pac, it felt like a drizzeam
Remember when I told Suge to put you on the tizzeam
And you know that I was true
Cause I took the focus off of me to put 'All Eyez On you'
And we became the most hunted together, '2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted'
And our relationship was genuwine
Wanna know how I know about Pac's Life? Cause was a friend of mine

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ey, what's happenin Pac' yeah I know we never got to meet
But we know all the same people so we got the speed
You taught me first -- fate nigga can't stop a G
And all that shit you went through meant alot to me
Watchin you lockin up with him, was a shame to see
You know crack in the business did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggaz, it's a lane to be
Talkin' loud outta pocket tryna bang wit' me
Well so I'm pullin' out my pocket, let it rain ya' see
Now they all in the court room, blamin' me
See we lived the same life and represent the same struggle
Power to the real nigga and death to the sucker
Money over bitches get to know em' before you love em'
Death before dishonor never talk to army trouble
Live by the same rules, so my wrist's tattooed
With the same sorta' dude, with the same short fuse

[Chorus]

Sleep Lyrics

(feat. ng Buck & Chamillionaire)

[2Pac:]
Quit starin' at me like a infa red nigga
Don't fall to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep
Don't fall to sleep
You can get ya cash on

Pictures of penny
Sippin' my glass full of henny
Hands on my semi-
Automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact
Cause I'm live I multiply
Soon as I open fire
Niggaz die wit' open eyes
Scare to take a nap
It's a trap a long maze
Dreamin' of gettin' stacks
Makin' scratch the wrong way
What the song say
We murder motherfuckers daily
Black out blow the crack out
My lyrics neva fail me
I inhale strong weed then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west
Like yay-yo
Niggaz pull out when I say so
Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatal
'fficiently I delete then flee
The art of war
Livin' sucka free
Get wit' me
Motherfucker don't sleep

[Chorus x2: 2Pac]
Don't go to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep

[Young Buck:]
I'm starin' thru my rear view
Doin' 'bout 90
The petal to the metal
So I can see what's behind me
Buckle up your seat belt eyes on the road
They know we ridin' dirty gotta play it how it go
They close down the projects the clubs been closed
And then they wonder why niggaz breakin down o's
I'm a run away slave
Ya get it nigga off the chain
I got that thug life shit runnin' thru my viens
And now they scare
They know that I been heaven sent
And yeah we know the dope comin' from the president
But look at us
We ain't got shit to lose
Feel like we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes
In the ghetto or better yet home sweet home
This is the land of the free
But to me that's wrong
I'm on my way to the white house strapped wit' my heat
So don't fall asleep

Come on niggaz

[Chorus x2]

[Chamillionaire:]
They say that the moe they hate ya the moe that it motivate ya
My mind set on grind my mental set on the paper
62 hours and countin' and I'm still awake
And they slippin' me sleepin' pills wit' the will I break
Broke nigga always tellin' ya how to make ya cash adjust
So I just stop listenin' and now my cash is up
Red dotted the media cause they always mad at us
I don't see 'em tryin' to mediate when we get gats and bust
They just instigate and as soon as the get the tape
It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case
Personally I ain't trippin' on all this rappin' stuff
I'm takin' back my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough, yep
I got a couple problems (word) and none of 'em is money
Just those that love me to pretend to love me and say they buddies
Sometimes I want to maneuver with the ruger
To live like Freddie Krueger these nightmares just ain't as buddy
In meetings they always askin' what my passion is
(And the) money talks so I always have words to answer this (yep)
I can't relax cause its like I'm a fetti activist
Might see me on tv never a mat-tress

[Chorus]

Don't go to sleep

[Chorus]

Sleep banger

[Chorus x2]

Untouchable Lyrics

Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?
Get it on till I die
Get it on till I die
Y'all, Y'all remember me
Y'all, Y'all remember me

(Chorus: Krayzie Bone)

It's that Tupac (Pac)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Pac's home)
Ha ha

(Verse One: Tupac)

After the fire comes the rain
After the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em
Visions of over packed prisons
Million's of niggas thug living
Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us
So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)
Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost
Who can prevent me shooting senseless?
At these niggas throats
Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through
Outlaws busting while we rushing
We untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through
We Outlaws rushing you busting you
We untouchable

(Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Tupac)

It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)

(Verse Two: Krayzie Bone)

You niggas better not try to run up
And don't try to say we ain't told you
You're dealing with killers and soldiers
Nigga these explosives, trying to blow shit, running you over
Nigga controller
Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up
Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya
I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia
Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up
Flow up
Makaveli The Don, got niggas strapped and ready to bomb
As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done
We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone
Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong
When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through)
Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?)
Shut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance
Thugs don't fuck around
We get back at 'em so swiftly, niggas is with me underground
Slug in a niggas mug, reppin' Midwest Side
Niggas if you a thug get your weapon, let's ride
Ride for Pac, Pac, get live for Pac, Pac, Pop off the Glock, Glock
The thugging it don't stop

(Chorus x2: Krayzie Bone & Tupac)

It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)

(Verse Three: Tupac)

Only wish to breed
I explode into a million seeds
Ya'll remember me
Legendary live eternally
Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation
Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em
Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em
Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace
Blast me but never ask me to live a lie
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?
(Westcoast)
Now I'm worldwide
Niggas gossip like girls then hide
No offence to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine
Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy
My destiny to overthrow those on top of me
Fiending for currency the money be calling
Can you feel me, dreaming?
Seeing scenes of me balling?
Fuck you bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through
Outlaws busting while we rushing
We untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through
We Outlaws rushing you busting you
We untouchable

Whatz Next Lyrics

(feat. A3 & Jay Rock)

[2Pac:]
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Now what's next
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Now what's next

Caught up in the middle
My life's a riddle
Don't let it get ya
I wanna be legal
But it's this hustle that get me richer
One love to my peoples makin' money
I can see you bubblin'
Avoid all trouble
Beware of devils continue strugglin'
Nothin's impossible if there's a will there's a way
So get your mind on official business
You can be great
And it's been this way from the cradle to the grave
So get paid
My niggaz do this every fuckin' day
We parlay
Through politics and conversation
This information to my thug niggaz in the congregation
Watch and bare witness to the pleasures of participation
Separation is self destruction
What's needed is unification
Cause the world ain't hardly scared
If not prepared
Be sure to be bummy and be no longer there
But no one cares it's there to share
All we get is stares
Because of fear we'll evaporate
Say your prayers

And what's next

[Chorus x2:]
Hard livin' got me goin' insane
But I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the game
Whatz next
I'm goin' crazy
Tell me tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Whatz next

[A3:]
(Aye its on A3)
Makaveli tried to warn us
But niggaz ain't listen to Pac
Naw (listen listen) nigga really listen to Pac
Shit yean got it yet (no)
Then you won't get it
Might as well measure 'em up
And have his ass fitted
Why
Caught slippin' dog trippin' didn't soak game
Got his wig split like dem shutters on the airplane
Never will change niggaz wit' no name no shame
Might open ya head foe mess broke change
I stay posted like a flag (flag)
Starin' thru my rear view ballin' in a jag (jag)
Bounce wit me Cali body rock down in H-Town
We gon' put these artificial bustas in they place now
Time foe a change
Real niggaz rollin' wit' me
Money makin' swift decision we controllin' the streets
Side track by the broads and the frauds
Ain't it strange
It's the reason so many niggaz get scarred in the game

Whatz next

[Chorus x2]

[Jay Rock:]
That money gotta make it
What I gotta do to make it
Do I really gotta take it
Put this mack up to you face it
Doin' what we gotta do to survive
Just ask Kweli doin' what we do to get by
Some niggaz stick to the crime
Pitchin' nickel and dimes
What the fuck we s'pose to do
Who gon' give us a job
So I tried and tried
Tried to get out the grind
But the block kept on callin' me back
Fiends kept on callin' for crack
So I supply 'em wit' that
Gave 'em a reasonable fee
Nigga don't blame it on me
Shit just look where I'm at
Niggaz in gardens
LAPD is the target
Niggaz is heartless hustle regardless
Look that dope spot use to be an apartment
But now it's just a place to hide the guns in the closet
Watch ya step shift the grams under the carpet
We just tryin' hard not to see that coffin

Whatz next

[Chorus x2]

Power Of Aa Smile Lyrics

[Layzie Bone: reciting 'Power of a Smile' poem]
The power of a gun can kill, and the power of fire can burn
The power of wind can chill, and the power of mind can learn
The power of anger, can raise inside until it tears you apart
But the power of a smile, especially yours, can heal a frozen heart

[Krayzie Bone over poem]
And tomorrow, we'll wake up with the promise of a smile, smile
Yes, maybe tomorrow, we'll wake up with the promise, of a smile

[Wish Bone]
Rest in peace..
Tupac, Bone Thugs
In His Own Words
Let's go

[Wish Bone]
And tomorrow, morrow, morrow, and tomorrow, morrow
And tomorrow, morrow, and tomorrow we

[Hook: Krayzie Bone (Wish Bone)]
I see the light... (and tomorrow, morrow, morrow)
I can see the light... (and tomorrow, tomorrow)
I see the light... (and tomorrow we)
See the light that shines... (and tomorrow we)

[Krayzie Bone]
Well, we still looking for better days
Hoping tomorrow can bring us some bigger and better things
So we can escape this maze, and they give us our change in every way
And maybe tomorrow, can bring us the truth
and there'll be no more use, for the pain and sorrow
Let's put it to use and then maybe the youth, can come and follow
And we can leave all our problems in the bottle, tomorrow
Maybe god'll wipe our eyes and we'll never have to cry no more
Or even better, have to die no more
Politicians can't tell us lies no more, he decides no more
Maybe tomorrow, it can be our daylight
Just might be our sunshine, sunshine..
Yesterday is filled with so much misery and drama
And today it don't seem like I'm getting any further
Praying tomorrow we can somehow come out of the struggle
And need no more hustle, no stumblin cause we all one muscle..
Still looking for a better day, day, and a better way, way, way..
So let's hope tomorrow... can lead us to the place we tryin to be..
In heavenly harmony, in heavenly harmony!

[Hook x2]

[Wish Bone]
Where there's a will there's a way, don't let it stand in your way
Look 'em straight in they face, let 'em know you ain't playing no games
We searching for better days, wanna live them better ways
What I promise, heart is all you need to rock
Be honest, succeed, just look at me!
If I can do it, you can do it, we can do it, just believe, believe, believe!
When I lay down, I think about some of the wrong things I done
So I pray now, for God to erase some of that wrong
Wipe my soul clean, to be wanted, when he calls me, when he calls me!
So I can't sleep, cause I'm worried, I done did things, lord forgive me!
It's a damn shame, the things we do to get it our way!
Snitch on thugs, just to get it, your pay!
Nowadays I act right, in the past we used to fight
Where the loyalty at? Where them real street thugs? Where the thug life?
Where there's a will there's a way!

[Hook x2]

[Layzie Bone]
So as the hours pass by, in the event of my demise
Tell my momma not to cry, these are the words of the wise
Look at liberty needing glasses now that the promise been broken
For the better, keep on hopin, powerful words that's spoken
What I'm quotin is a G, acquired his knowledge from the streets
Makaveli, Tupac Shakur, was the rose that grew from concrete
America's most complete artist, regardless, one of the hardest
On a mission to make it better, with the soul of Malcom and Martin
Mixed with a little Garvin, today he got us callin
Our brighter star is fallen, but now before he was ballin
Out of control, quick to let a nigga know what he stood for, be a friend or foe
And I bring the truth in the booth cause ain't nobody gon help me
This is life, it's a gamble, and I'ma scramble till my pockets wealthy
Fuck what they tell me, I'm all about my biz
Bitch, street biz or showbiz, I'ma make y'all know this
And I'ma say this to every man, woman and child
Don't you ever be afraid to smile, smile for me now
And I'ma say this to every man, woman and child
Don't you ever be afraid to smile... the power of a smile!
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone! Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone!
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone! Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone!

[Layzie Bone over hook x2]
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone, Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone

[Hook x2]