Teksty piosenek

Between you and Biggie
was like who’s gone who’s gone who who rules the
The nigga kingdom and shit, basically
you know what I am saying shit
I was like this is like a fuckin election
(It is that)
It is an election…
(It is that)
You know what I’m sayin
Me and Biggie situation is smaller than that
Me and Biggie situation is like

(Sirens)
Metro…we got a black male shot…tupac shakur was shot seven times

(Chorus)
You know, I wonder if they’ll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I’m just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing insight
Why I am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
(I am destroyin them…)
Why am I dying to live, if I’m just living to die
I’m destroying them
I’m destroying them

(Notorious B.I.G.)
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I’m too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That’s why I bust back, (gun shot) it don’t phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I’m Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker

(Chorus)
You know, I wonder if they’ll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I’m just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing insight
Why I am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
(I am destroyin them…)
Why am I dying to live, if I’m just living to die
I am destroyin them…

(2Pac)
It’s on me…

But still I’m havin, memories of high speeds, when the cops crash
As I laugh pushin the gas while my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark will we survive through the bad parts?
Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious bitches they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw me
even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sippin 22′s of brew
and now the medias tryin to test me got the press askin questions, tryin to stress me
misery is all I see, thats my mind’s state
My history with the police is shake the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed ‘Thug Life!’ and emptied a clip
gots tired of runnin from the police

(chorus)You know, I wonder if they’ll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I’m just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing insight
Why I am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
(I am destroyin them…)
Why am I dying to live, if I’m just living to die
I am destroyin them…

I wasnt more shocked or anything ya know what im saying
I wasnt more shocked of him dying to hear him
Pac is a strong dude you know I know dude I mean real strong
so when they said he got shot I was just more like again?
He always gets shot or shot at,
and he gonna pull through this one again make a few records about it
But when he died I was like Whoa, kinda took me by
Even while we was goin through our trauma I didnt wish death on nobody
because there aint no comin back for them

Too Short:
If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.

Chorus:
This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
Ohh, come on, come on

Too Short:

I make money like a motherfucker
It ain’t no thang to me
$hort Dog in the house spittin game wit Breed
Ain’t no bust partner, that’s the thrid week
I’m going to pimp these hoes, they can’t work me
How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12?
The phone and TV ended with a green smell
I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down
$hort Dog, my shit is nation wide now
You can ask Breed or Pac it don’t stop
I ain’t bull shittin make a mill when I rock
Three players in the game and it’s a major
Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager
Today I’m on the westcoast
Tommorrow I’m in Texas
Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus
$horty drop the bass in the mix
You know what’s next beitch
I’m sure to get rich

Chorus:
This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
Ohh, come on, come on

2Pac:

Haha
I’d be the thuggin ass outlaw
Til my fuckin casuct drops
Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops

This is for the hustlaaaaas

Believe me coming stapped with the gak
When you see me
Label me a threat to society, but I ain’t quitin
Thug life motherfucker ain’t no bull shittin
Born in these projects destined to fate
Collecting mail on these broke bitches
Slanging that game
Now shit done changed
It ain’t the the same
I ain’t lyin niggas are dyin
Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin
In the penatentary or in the cemetary
Gettin high no need to worry
Last year niggas knockin up the block and in between shots
Pumpin tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac
This year bringin you the fix
Including Ant Banks in the mix
We’re sure to get rich
Still I ride.

Chorus:
This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
Ohh, come on, come on

MC Breed:

I’m a cold-hearted fool
I mean a fool at heart, head strong
and I won’t be headed home if he falls apart
Conatact niggas like a part time
When I ride the beat
Ain’t no way to hide from the darkside
Man of many mens till the very end
and blend in and change my iden
Just to mix up with the game
They know me by the Breed and they don’t know it’s my last name
It’s mind over matter
I don’t mind, you don’t matter
Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter
and we can have us a gak to gak talk
Do it old style and do a back to back walk
Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends
and we can put the bull shit to an end
I figure if he plays around he lays around
and he’s a motherfucker ?????? calls a corner when I’m around
Bodies are buried and found all around
and parish and charish and thoughts just to be true
Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya
So guard your girl and pickup your pistol
cause you can’t get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit
The shit won’t change as long as I’m alive
I gotta survive and keep it tight

Chorus:
This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
Ohh, come on, come on

Tekst 2Pac 4 Tha Hustlers tekst

[Intro: Richie Rich, 2Pac]

[RR]

Pac

[PAC]

Hey

[RR]

What’s happenin

[PAC]

Not motherfuckin double R, Richie Rich

[RR]

What’s happenin baby, you know how we do it

[PAC]

Yeah nigga, you know I’m up out this bitch

It’s time for me to uhhh regulate

[RR]

Fo’ sho’, hey

[PAC]

Observe

[RR]

and you ain’t goin back

[PAC]

Nah nah nah, we got to show these motherfuckers whassup though

[RR]

This is for the honeys, the super ?

[PAC]

I don’t want to be her man, I want to be her nigga

You feel me?

[RR]

Well let em know

[Verse One: 2Pac, Richie Rich]

You fuckin wit niggaz that’s insecure, watered down, my shit is pure

Write down my number but don’t call me til you sure

I ain’t beggin just tryin to relocate between ya legs

Drippin wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex

When you met me you wouldn’t let me, and now

you straight beggin to sex me got you undressin to test me and uhh..

Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live

When I stroll by, I see that look in yo’ eye

You want a nigga, but think that you can’t have a nigga

Don’t cheat yourself, instead treat yourself

If you scared go to church, I know it hurts

To find out me and your man be sharin skirts

I hopin you don’t take this the wrong way

But your body is bangin got me attracted in a strong way

After a long day of tryin to make my songs pay

Makin love all day against the wall in the hallway

Ya fantasies come alive, ya heart rate

shall increase when we meet up in this dark place

You might think you’re happy with him

but that’s a lie, so give this Thug a try

I’d rather be ya nigga

[Chorus: 2Pac]

I’d rather be ya N-I-G-G-A

So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day

It don’t matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life

Cause busters ain’t lovin you right

[repeat 2X]

[Verse Two: 2Pac, Richie Rich]

Look, now you was sprung from the introduction

My conversation’s full of game yet laced with seductions

I see ya blushin like ya want somethin, come get a taste

of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let’s get into some touchin, erotic fuckin

My up and down with no interruptions

have no intentions of bustin until you learn ya lesson

Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz

and plenty cash, to help a nigga get the ass

You can ride out the spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab

Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab

and I’ma listen when it hurts, I’ma hang out but never stay

Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave

I’ll be your nigga, as long as we can understand

that I’s the nigga whose spoke coke can be the man

He wine and dine, but me and you we whine and grind

And when I’m on the field keep him on the sidelines

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 2Pac, Richie Rich]

Now it’s time for the moment of truth, I got ya naked

Totally sweatin, let’s see how hot I can make it

Tongue kissin til yo’ head swang, I’m so into you

Witness a nigga make the bed bang

If it’s all mine, then let me know, now scream my name out

Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?

Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict

A boss playa, freaky motherfucker, can I dick

Uhh, it’s on and poppin, now you seed what I was seein

Why yo’ eyes rollin, Luke seen ya girl I ain’t goin

nowhere, let’s let that sucker stay out there

While he’s stresed out and knock I stretch out the cock

Hold da boots, and let da nigga execute

And though you got it right, I’m goin home tonight

You say you don’t need a man, but I don’t care

You in the presence of a playa, I’d rather be ya nigga

[Chorus 2.25X]