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1. 2pacın albomunun və albomdakı trackin adı.
albomdakı tracklər:
ambitionz az a ridah
all bout u
skandalouz
got my mind made up
how do you want it
2 of amerikaz most wanted
no more pain
heartz of men
life goes on
only god can judge me
tradin war stories
california love
i ain't mad at cha
what'z ya phone #
can't c me
shorty wanna be a thug
holla at me
wonder why they call u
when we ride
thug passion
picture me rollin'
check out time
ratha be ya nigga
all eyez on me
run tha streetz
ain't hard 2 find
heaven ain't hard 2 find

trackin sözləri:
['pac talking]
big syke, newt, hank
beugard, big sur (yeah)
y'all know how this shit go (y'know)
{all eyez on me}
motherfuckin o.g.
roll up in the club and shit (is that right?)
{all eyez on me}
{all eyez on me}
but you know what?

[2pac]
i bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust
so many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us
say they ready for the funk, but i don't think they knowin
straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin
well are you still down nigga? holla when you see me
and let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
i got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride)
hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
until i die; live the life of a boss playa
cause even when i'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later
the futures in my eyes, cause all i want is cash and thangs
a five-double-oh - benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh
bitches pursue me like a dream
been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
it seems - my main thang was to be major paid
the game sharper than a motherfuckin razor blade
say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
one nigga's gettin jealous, and motherfuckers died
depend on me like the first and fifteenth
they might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
we got foe niggaz, and lowriders, in ski masks
screamin thug life every time they pass {all eyez on me}

[chorus one: 2pac]

live the life of a thug nigga, until the day i die
live the life of a boss playa {all eyez on me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{all eyez on me}
live the life of a thug nigga, until the day i die
live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin high..

[syke]
heeyyy, to my nigga 'pac..
so much trouble in the world, nigga
can't nobody feel your pain
the world's changin everyday, times moving faaast
my girl said i need a raise, how long will she last?
i'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips
triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as i dip
i'm lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless
crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
i'm takin off from the curb
the nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
devoted to servin this, moet and paaayyy-checks
like akai satellite nigga i'm forever ballin
it ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin
sucker duck and get busted, no emotion
my devotion is handlin my business nigga keep on coastin
where you goin i been there came back as lonely homie
steady flowin against the grain niggaz still don't know me
it's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit
it ain't funny niggaz don't even know how to act - shit!
what can i do, what can i say, is there another way?
blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
my little homie g, can't you see, i'm busta free
niggaz can't stand me - all eyes on me!

[chorus two: 2pac]

i live the life of a thug nigga, until the day i die
live the life as a boss playa {all eyez on me}
cause even gettin high {all eyez on me}
i live the life of a thug nigga, until the day i die
live the life as a boss playa {all eyez on me}
cause even gettin high

[2pac]
the feds is watchin, niggaz plottin to get me
will i survive, will i die? come on let's picture the possibility
givin me charges, lawyers makin a grip
i told the judge i was raised wrong, and that's why i blaze shit
was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
on my mobile callin big shots on the scene major
packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the law
bitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin rough and raw
catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane
hustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came
live my life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
these niggaz got me tossin shit
i put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
keep your head up nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer
up in the benz burnin rubber
the money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
this criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
get your money motherfucker let's get rich and we'll kick it
all eyes on me!

[chorus three: 2pac]

i live the life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
live the life as a boss playa {all eyez on me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{all eyez on me}
i live the life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
live the life as a boss playa {all eyez on me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{all eyez on me}

['pac talking]
pay attention my niggaz
see how that shit go? nigga walk up in this motherfucker
and it be like "bing!"
cops.. bitches.. everymotherfuckinbody
[overlap]
live my life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
i got bustas hoes and police watchin a nigga y'know?
[overlap]
i live my life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
livin life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
{all eyez on me}
hehehe.. it's like what they think?
i'm walkin around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin?
{all eyez on me}
they think i'm goin back to jail, they really on that dope
[overlap]
live my life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
live my life as a boss playa
i know y'all watchin, i know y'all got me in the scopes
[overlap]
live my life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
i know y'all know this is thug life baayy-bay
y'all got me under surveillance huh?
{all eyez on me}
but i'm knowin

+2 əjdaha

2. billard & machine gun kelly tracki.
sözləri :
[intro: billard]
shout out all my brothers

[chorus: billard]
all eyes on me (7x)
yah

[verse 1: billard]
boy, i'm so hot that a nigga gotta lay low
shawty giving head till her brain gone
since i got the fame, boy my life ain't been the same
now i'm hollywood, niggas saying that i changed
the only thing new, i got a few gold chains
i been rocking gold hoops before trinidad james
come fuck with the greatest
industry status, i know that you hate it
i know that you hate it, i know you been waiting
all eyes on me, all eyes on me
whore you know it's me, a young nigga from the c
whore from the burbs, but my niggas from the streets
i've been thinking money, that's the only thing i see
it's a club full of hoes and you niggas wanna beef
every nigga quick to say his boy got the piece
and every nigga is quick to say i'm gully out the heat
i ain't worried muthafucka
i got my feet up gettin' ready for the summer
i could bet a million that you're boy about to come up
don't be mad at the world cause your records ain't buzzin'
don't be mad at the system cause you niggas ain't stuntin'
don't be mad at your boy cause you ain't worth nothing
cause you ain't worth nothing

[chorus]

[verse 2: machine gun kelly]
this song got a muthafuckin' feeling like pac though
(feelin' like pac, thug life) picture me rollin'
duck the police in a pothole (skrrr, five-o)
wh-whipping this shit stolen
passenger seat is el gato (when that's pussy i beat it)
beat it till it's swollen
then i paint her face like picasso (nah bitch)
pronto, you ain't e'n known it, like rocko
welcome to the midwest
fill the fridge up with them government checks
dark liquor is a must when you one of us
and we got the bub for the bus, go and ingest
funny that my father wanted me to be a scholar
instead i grew up like him and became an alcoholic
a couple of dollars, get some gin and tonic, and a couple condoms
give a bitch head trauma, not she hooked on phonics
ye ain't never seen a muthafucka (2x)
cleveland boy get up on the big screen
with the same team that he used to ride the bus with
now they got a tour bus, shit
ye ain't never seen a muthafucka (2x)
go from flippin' burgers at the fuddruckers
hit up private jets with the jimmy iovines
then flying coach, back to the drug runners
100

[chorus: billard]

[verse 3: billard]
i might sell my soul for a new bugatti
shit, i'm just young and reckless
i see why half of you rappers stressin'
i'm here now nigga, you can get to steppin'
all these hoes nowadays seem to act so desperate
i give her what she want, then i'm on to the next chick
she don't say nothing cause she know i'm the next "it"
your times up girl, that's it, girl hit the exit
you should be faithful that you in my presence
"oh, you needing jesus" i don't need your blessings
like learn your lessons, don't with king
i mean like, we know who jealous, so fuck with me
this that give-and-go, that pick-and-roll
this that cock back and let it go
this that bang, bang, that bang fo'sho'
my niggas bang fo'sho', this ain't for show