Tupac Shakur lyrics
Tupac Shakur lyrics
"Heavy In The Game lyrics"
Danceaway lyrics
Be my TV guide In between the stations Be my satellite Secret information Stairway Going one way to the subway Waiting for the train Take it to the runway Journal in the Square Fingers in the hairdo England in the air Beatle in the bathroom No one understands you Upperhands you lonely valentine Bell and book and candle Turning in the light Singing to the doorway Standing on the side Listen to the subway Highway going One way or another Let's get in the car Brooklyn Queens Expressway
(feat. Eboni Foster, Lady Levi, Richie Rich)Be my TV guide In between the stations Be my satellite Secret information Stairway Going one way to the subway Waiting for the train Take it to the runway Journal in the Square Fingers in the hairdo England in the air Beatle in the bathroom No one understands you Upperhands you lonely valentine Bell and book and candle Turning in the light Singing to the doorway Standing on the side Listen to the subway Highway going One way or another Let's get in the car Brooklyn Queens Expressway
[all parts with Lady Levi speaking are strictly best guess]
[1] [Eboni Foster] Game's been good to me
[2] [Eboni Foster] I don't care what it did to them
The game's been good to me
[Lady Levi]
Oh, you tink life is yours?
Life ain't na somethin you can rap with
Ooh come na ordinary game
Da game na somethin you can rap with
Me's a player you know?
I do not, play in no game
Me just, make money, dollars, everytime seen?
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now how can I explain how this game laced, plus with this fame
I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed
Got to the point where I was driven, twenty-four/seven
Money's my mission, just a nigga tryin to make a livin
These busta tricks don't want no mail
They spendin they riches on skanless bitches
who'll stay petrified in jail
It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
Jealous-ass bitches, playa-hatin but we still kick it
Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police
Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep
But still, I get my money on major, continuously
Communi
He Thought Of Cars lyrics
Moscow's still red, the young man is dead Gone to heaven instead, the evening news says he was confused The motorways will all merge soon, lottery winner buys the moon They've come to save us, the space invaders are here He thought of cars and where, where to drive them Who to drive them with There, there was no-one, no-one There's panic at london heathrow Everybody wants to go up into the blue But there's a ten year queue Columbia is in top gear, it shouldn't snow at this time of year Now america's shot gone and done the lot He thought of planes and where,
catin through my pager, niggaz know meMoscow's still red, the young man is dead Gone to heaven instead, the evening news says he was confused The motorways will all merge soon, lottery winner buys the moon They've come to save us, the space invaders are here He thought of cars and where, where to drive them Who to drive them with There, there was no-one, no-one There's panic at london heathrow Everybody wants to go up into the blue But there's a ten year queue Columbia is in top gear, it shouldn't snow at this time of year Now america's shot gone and done the lot He thought of planes and where,
Don't have no homies cause they jealous, I hustle solo
Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen
Ain't nothin poppin 'bout no work nigga, I ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga
Heavy in the game [1]
[Lady Levi]
Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine?
Oooh, me see you rushin up [1]
I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M.
All, all da bumba come ya take dis ting
for ya take dis ting for joke? [2]
Oh! Dat's right
[Verse Two: Richie Rich]
Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit..
Certain niggaz wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game
Waitin upon your turn, so when will you learn?
Ain't no turns given, niggaz be twistin and takin shit
Puttin they sack down, then puttin they mack down
Me myself I hustle with finesse yes I'm an Oakland baller
Rule number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game
Be yo' own nigga meanin buy yo' own dope
Cause that front shit is punk shit, somethin I never funked with
Be true to this game and this game will be true to you
That's real shit; disrespect, see wh
Like Always lyrics
(Larry Ramos/Bob Alcivar/Tony Ortega) Stepping off a stone, while I'm walking alone Walking all alone, like always Got me a new car, it doesn't get me too far I'm all out of gas, like always Got to pay the rent, but all my money's spent All my money's spent, like always I wonder where my pay went Missed another payment I'm all out of bread, like always Girl, let the world have my money I don't care Girl, make my troubles seem funny and small In no time at all Things have got to move, I've been to long in this groove Hung up in this groove, like always Things are getting better, ever since
t this here do to you(Larry Ramos/Bob Alcivar/Tony Ortega) Stepping off a stone, while I'm walking alone Walking all alone, like always Got me a new car, it doesn't get me too far I'm all out of gas, like always Got to pay the rent, but all my money's spent All my money's spent, like always I wonder where my pay went Missed another payment I'm all out of bread, like always Girl, let the world have my money I don't care Girl, make my troubles seem funny and small In no time at all Things have got to move, I've been to long in this groove Hung up in this groove, like always Things are getting better, ever since
That jackin and robbin, despisin your homie
ain't healthy, niggaz be endin up dead 'fore they get wealthy
But not me though, I'm sewin somethin major
so what I reap is boss -- that's why my public status is floss
Went from a, young nigga livin residential
to a, young nigga workin presidential [1]
[Lady Levi]
Me nigga Tu-pac ALWAYS look good
You know that's true 'im look good every time
Ooh, pussy war? Step up [1]
Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat
playin yi fuckin games
Ooh, we take game, we WON [2]
Any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we WON
Everytime
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth
Had to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse
Headed for them packed, jails, or maybe it's a hearse
My only way to stack mail, is out here doin dirt
Made my decisions do or die, been hustlin since junior high
No time for askin why, gettin high, gettin mine
Put away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales
cause life is hell and everybody dies
What about these niggaz I despise -- them loud talkin cowards
shootin guns into crow
Still A G Thang lyrics
Yeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my lowrider dogg. Ya heard me? Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) [Repeats throughout intro] (Yeah it's still a G thang) It's time for all the lowriders out there yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on hit a switch or two, bang a corna' sittin' on threes yeah right trip... It's like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7 I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven Well how ya been where ya been & what it look like? My game trump tight especially when it bump like
ds, jeapordizin livesYeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my lowrider dogg. Ya heard me? Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) [Repeats throughout intro] (Yeah it's still a G thang) It's time for all the lowriders out there yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on hit a switch or two, bang a corna' sittin' on threes yeah right trip... It's like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7 I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven Well how ya been where ya been & what it look like? My game trump tight especially when it bump like
Shoot em right between them niggaz eyes, it's time to realize
follow the rules or follow them fools that die
Everybody's tryin to make the news, niggaz confused
Quit tryin to be an O.G. and pay your dues
If you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain
and come the riches and the bitches and the fame
Heavy in the game [1]
[Lady Levi]
Boy, ya nah bitch!
Major that's true we look good everytime
when we at Beers Diamond
and Tupac drives vintage car [1]
And fi dem frame dem look good, oh no?
This whole world ya call on
gonna mass on a face [2]
For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh!
Flush it! .. Oh!
Nobody wan come test me y'know
true dem we a drive pretty car
Wanna no part of any ting
and now you wan come drown a gun
But ya see we know, you haffa show 'im MAXIMUM respect
for when a blood claat run or when a pussy walk up
we look good everytime
Nuff dollars, DOLLARS
Y'know about dollars dem right?
But we nah talk no shit
We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it?
Cause action, action speak louder dan words
You know da record!
Don't blood claat ting at ALL