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# Posté le mardi 22 juillet 2008 08:57

Initiated...

Initiated...
Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
you first to blast nigga and you know how we do it on
the Westside nigga
We ballers for real...

[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
cowards hit the panic button
thinkin' that it was what it wadn't
shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
with the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
the back cracker smack you with
my verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
get touched by my Arm & Hammer
all across the planet niggas crumble like granite
from Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic
probable cause to get hit shit
niggas best get physically & mentally fit
Show ya hoe I ignore for real & I can tell
on the DL I got an Indecent Proposal for her (biotch)
mashin' in a Ford Explorer hell hound host the horror
escape from the Box Pandora somethin' for ya
get rocked by my midnight Glock
sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch the
?Nicki Scarful? comin' through the bus death
spreads through camps like ?Parvul?
Young Gotti Kurupt & C with the dope & the green weed
Indeed I'm out to get high & supply
what you need Mr. Postman
comin' through with all the mail What you need?
I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell


[Fatal Hussein]
I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets
barkin' & playas drinkin' kegs til y'all niggas beg Martin
you labelled Paw nervous no I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime
my room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
you the softest I'm takin' ya honies they Telly pieces
wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes
My boys & me is poison we don't get along equal
Fight each other like brothers it's all good we strong people
more strain on the brain & the pain I deal with
ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit
for real bitch the steel clique I bill with menaces
ya number one nemesis paragraphical like Genesis

[Pac]
Stupid muthafuckas Outlaw Immortal Bitch
Dogg Pound Thug Life you know how we Fuckin' do this shit!
You stupid muthafuckas don't get me...

Now take a look inside my mind
that Pen' time made me rise but still I rise
Cause my Ambitionz Az A Ridah like land mines
Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens
music so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes
I'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me
I'm armed I'm droppin' niggas like bombs
get in that ass like a thong
Picture a felon in ya presence
takin' bustas back to the Essence
tellin' my people peep my lethal message
visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode
murderous motives for niggas stoppin' my cash flow
you can't fight it nigga let go
Witness the sound made ya bitch ass
bow down to Death Row
Mama these niggas got me fightin' these 3 Strikes
showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
now we Amerikaz Most Wanted feel that

[Kastro]
Since my Only Fear of Death is Mama cryin' for help
& OG Daddy wanna ride when I know
he ain't got shit else since I'm his only soldier
Nobody else gonna roll for me & I know
without the Row & Immortal Outlaw (Ay K)
I'll be forgotten for sho
plus this Thug Life it got me livin'
Initiated playa hated without givin' a single fuck
why they dangling baby all on my nuts
I be singling fingering bitches to fuck

[Pac]
Bitches is wild niggas is lame
I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game
muthafuckas actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw
Initiated as an Outlaw hahahaha (yeah muthafucka)

[Daz]
Now a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides
and a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies
and a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep
enemies rest in peace deceased fuckin' with me
I got to 'complish a goal I'm out seekin' gold
expose the strap gotta let off the cousin rough & raw
Never fell to my knees for shit cause I demand shit
with this Daz Dillinger drillin' ya for ya shit
on the streets for the sixth time in & out for the crime
I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars & dimes
I'm slippin' slidin' fucked up nigga whuttup
In the cut flossin' like a muthafucka whuttup
beside all being now tell me where ya comin' from
that ain't where I see thangs & nigga what's the outcome

[Idi Amin]
For so many days & so many ways we been duckin' strays
they delivers but still we some Bad Boy killers
Hold the scrillas I dump in you niggas' livers
then watch ya body shiver & ya mama quiver
from the way you just got lit up
Hit up the Westside on my way out
y'all whole crew should've knew it was on
from Makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out
& laid out for public display on this day
y'all niggas is historay cause the whole crew is bitch to me
listen to me Idi How many of y'all can see me?
Cause I'll tack that ass like A's attack DC
Believe me 'cause although now I'm just a young stolder
I'm soon to be a gun holder Initiate to the clique
with a left to my lip now the fight's over

[gunshots 'till end]
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# Posté le dimanche 08 juin 2008 05:54

"Can't C Me"

"Can't C Me"
The blind stares
of a million pairs of eyes
lookin' hard but won't realize
that they will never see
the P

(You must be goin' blind)

[Verse One: 2Pac]

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'
see me in flesh
and test
and get your chest blown
straight out tha west, don't get blown
my adversaries cry like ho's
open and shut like doors
is you a friend or foe ?
nigga you ain't know ?
they got me stressed out on Death Row
i've seen money
but baby I got to gets mo'
you scream and go
'2Pac'
and I ain't stopin'
till i'm well paid
bails paid
now nigga, look what hell made
visions of cops and sirens
niggas open fire
buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise
until I die
ask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high
and when i'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't C Me

[Chorus: George Clinton]

The stares of a million pairs of eyes
and you'll never realize
You can't C Me..

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves
sayin they can get with us
but picture me gettin' served
My own mama say i'm thuged out
my shit be bumpin out tha record store
as if it was a drug house
my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
nigga what ?
It ain't nothin but a party when we thug
and there I was
a young nigga with heart
ain't had shit to loose
pullin' my pistol on them fools
you know the rules
D-R-E you got me heated
my words like a penatentary dick
hittin' bitches where it's most needed
money and weed
Alazay and Hennesse
To my Thug niggas in lock down
witness me
bail on these ho's in floss mode
tha life of a Boss Playa
fuck what ya thought tho'
my enemies deceased
die like a bitch
when my album hit tha streetz
Niggas Can't C Me

Niggas Can't C Me

[Chorus: George Clinton]

Which way did he go George
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
Which way did he go

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

You niggas made a mistake
you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre
them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day
Hey Homie if ya feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me
that they missed
they ain't killed me
I can make a muthafucker shake
rattle and roll
i'm full of liquor
thug nigga
quick to jab at them ho's
and I can make ya jelous niggas famous
fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is
i'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way
If this rappin' bring me money
then i'm rappin' till i'm paid
i'm getten green like i'm supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these ho's
and see how many I can go through
Look to the star
and visualize my debut
niggas know me, playa
I gotta stay true
don't be a dumb muthafucker
because it's crazy after dark
where the true Thug niggas see ya heart
Niggas Can't C Me....

[Outro: 2Pac, George Clinton]

(Yo, check this out, stay off his dick)

Niggas Can't C Me
(Right before your eyes, i'll disappear from here) You niggas Can't C Me, hahah
(You Can't C Me) I know it's hard nigga, i'm all up in your face
But you still Can't C Me
(You Can't C Me) All up in your range, but niggas Can't C Me
(20/20 vision won't visualize) I'm in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me
(All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded
You blinded
You Can't C Me
(You Can't C Me)
Thug Life baby
Don't believe everything you read
Alazay and weed (You Can't C Me)
(Right before your very eyes, You won't even visualize)
(You Can't C Me)
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
Niggas can't C Me, hahaha
I dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthafuckers hahaha
this ones for you big baby hahah
cause you bitch ass niggas Can't C Me
Niggas Can't C Me
(ooooww)
(ooooww)
(You Can't C Me)
(See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil)
(You won't C Me)
(First C Me, Now ya don't)
(Wanna C Me, but ya won't)
(Come to C Me, but ya Can't)
(ooohhh, You Can't C Me)
(You Can't C Me)
(Right between your eyes, you'll never realize)
(Right before your eyes, you won't even realize)
(Visualize what you Can't C)
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# Posté le dimanche 08 juin 2008 05:43

The Muppet Show....

The Muppet Show....
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# Posté le mercredi 19 mars 2008 13:05

Modifié le jeudi 20 mars 2008 05:46

Life Goes On...

Life Goes On...

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
but life goes on.....

Verse One:

As I bail through tha empty halls
breath stinkin'
in my draws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'all
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
life as a baller
alchol and booty calls
we usta do them as adolecents
do you recall?
raised as G's
loc'ed out and blazed the weed
get on tha roof
let's get smoked out
and blaze with me
2 in tha morning
and we still high assed out
screamin' 'thug till I die'
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin'
'I don't wanna die all alone'
but now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death
i'm drinkin' Hennessy
while tryin' ta make it last
I drank a 5th for that ass
when you passed....
cause life goes on

Chorus

Verse Two:

Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell
blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parole
imagine life as a convict
that's getten' old
plus with tha drama
we're lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from beatin on her...
life in tha hood...
is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hotties at your party
Me and you
No true a two
while scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest nigga
cause I ain't worried
eyes blurry
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball 'til my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kado & Mental, rest in peace
Thug till I die

Chorus

Verse Three:

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
give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don't get in
tell all my people i'm a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outlaws
let me ride
until I get free
I live my life in tha fast lane
got police chasen me
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
life goes on...

Chorus *repeats to end*
(sung overtop repeating chorus)

Life goes on homie
gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel ya nigga, trust me
I feel ya
You know what I mean
last year,
we poured out liquor for ya
this year nigga, life goes on
we're gonna clock now
get money,
envade bitches,
envade tricks,
give players plenty space,
and basicaly just represent for you baby.
next time you see your niggas
we gonna be on tha top nigga
your gonna be like,
'Goddamn, them niggas came up'
that's right baby
life goes on....
and we up out this bitch
hey Kato, Mental
y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there man,
don't front.
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# Posté le dimanche 03 février 2008 07:30

Modifié le mercredi 06 février 2008 03:37