Favorite 2pac songs and verses..

[gambino216]

Yall may or may not know, but 2pac is my favorite artist of all-time. Gares had a cool idea with the jay-Z thread, so here are some of my favorite 2pac songs/verses: (some of these are on other peoples albums, but these are Pac verses..)


Makeveli - Krazy

Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall learnin right from wrong
They say my ghetto intrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't have to bump this but please respect it
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin blinded
Hennesey got me feelin bad, time to stop drinkin
Rollin, in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin?
Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smoke
I came a long way but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don't worry; I'ma watch for snakes
Tell Seykiwa, that I love her, but it's hard to take
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was

Makeveli - Blasphemy

My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers
Strugglin, known to hustle screamin **** they feelings
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
Niggaz, get off your ass if you plan to be rich
There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two
Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do
Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B.
That's Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy
Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies
Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies
It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled
Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child
I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules
Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules
Now papa ain't around, so I gotta recall
or come to grips with bein on my enemy's wall (rest in peace)
Promised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right
Dear Lord don't let me die tonite
I got words for my comrades, listen and learn
Ain't nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt
Gettin higher than a mother****er, blessed and pleased
This Thug Life'll be the death of me, c'mon, yeah

Thug Life - Bury Me a G

Stuck on Full
Tangaray got a nigga high
lord knows I don't need another DUI
I led a Thug Life
heartless hustler
just cause I ****ed
don't mean I trust her
now my pagers vibratin'
can't sleep
so i'm mobbin' to tha ho's house
pumpin' Isely
Is it cool ta **** is what i'm askin
Bitch recognize game and start laughen
when i'm all in those guts and ****
prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick
cause i'll **** and get up and let ya know
i'll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho
lots a ho's get mad and ****
I let a trick be a trick
you can have that bitch
cause I doubt if I change
tha games a motha****er
real niggas turn ta bustas
Bury Me a G

Spice 1 FT. 2pac - Jealous Got Me Strapped

Now niggaz know that tha jealous got me strapped
Stepping close to the edge
I got tha cops and tha feds on my back
And there's no way that I'm giving up
I rather bury you bitches
Cuz ain't no to marks gonna worry my riches
If I catch yo ass in traffic (humm)
You betta pull for ya pistol an open fire
Or get blasted (Booo Yahh!!)
I'll be damned if I drop
It don't stop
I'm boxin' mutha ****az with my glock
A skinny ass neva had a penny ass nigga
I figure my Mashfurd pump will show them punks who's bigger (Blah)
And even if I did fall -- I'll still ball
I'm bustin' mutha ****ers with my back against the wall
Till these jealous ass bitches kill me
I'll be thugin' like a mutha ****er
Nigga feel me
And ain't no time for mistakes
So homies watch ya back
Cuz these jealous ass tricks got me strapped

Bone Thugz FT. 2pac - Thug Luv
Hahaha what's poppin nigga
put your mother****ing hand on your strap nigga
Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks
and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out
pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby
I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life
Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse
My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch ass niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now
Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me

Young Lay FT. 2Pac, Mac Mall, & Ray Luv - Got 2 Survive

Now I been called a crook, a killer, a thug
A no-good dealer of drugs
And Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what set you was
Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped
As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets these days
Mutha****as better watch they back and take it eazay
I'm livin in the dangerzone
And learnin lesson from the game, it's on
Niggas was gone when the frame was on
I'm gettin breaken them balls daily
Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell?
See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my head down
Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now
My memory since I was a little seed
Was a penitentiary full of niggas like me
These cops can't terrorize us, they despise us
Niggas, cause we on the rise
Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth
And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut

Gang Related Soundtrack - Staring through my rearview

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped caring last night
Two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society, first they try
to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's
crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies
flee when they see me, believe me
Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse
full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true
While I'm starin at the world through my rearview

Troublesome '96

Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
can you picture my specific plan
to be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned
scams are plotted over grams and rocks
when undercover agents die by the random shots
we all die in the end, so the feds we swore
I was all about my ends, **** friends and foes
me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata
got me a dog get nigga Mobb bitch nigga eata
what could they do to me that little brat
**** them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their ass
how can I show you how I feel inside
we outlawz mother****as can't kill my pride
niggas talk a lot of **** but that's after im gone
cause they fear me in physical form let it be known
I'm troublesome

All Eyez on Me - Ambitionz Az A Ridah

So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
Cause life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born ruff and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was '**** it' cause mother****ers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, 'Go to the tele hoe'
You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke
I'm smokin bomb ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustlin them bread, to breakin mother****ers to payin
I got no time for these bitches cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mil, so I'm wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bull**** they stressin (boo-yaa!(
I'ma ride though, clown hoes like it's manditory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
Started plotin and planin on scemes to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it mother****ers see me
These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right besideee ya
Hopin ya listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a
ridah

R U Still Down? - **** All Y'all

I went from rags to riches quick
to socializing with the baddest bitches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai
mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
**** the law give a **** I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a nigga buried
but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
got me locked in these chains
and hey nigga what the **** is you wailin' 'bout
soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
I'm screaming Thug Life nigga **** y'all

R U Still Down - Thug Style

I got my Hennessy find ya foes
in a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm getting high off buddha
'Cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough
you never find me broke
and who meee a nigga livin' life like a G
in that artillery keepin' niggas off of me
I can't sleep living in these wicked times
peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat
You can holler if you want to pleeease
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee
enemies and my range is on
you're in the danger zone
my ****in' game is strong, Hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
from hustling and busting them rhymes
to my niggas up in Quentin
Down on Riker's Isle stay rile
But a nigga gotta use his styles


.....Just to name a few, damn, I'm bout to burn this CD of songs when I get home!!!

[gambino216]

*cough*

Tupac Shakur

*cough*

[Rowdy Rolex]

first and foremost...

Until The End Of Time entire song...

Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood I missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thing through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
And coming new, he'd do the same thing if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the time we be acting up call the cops
Bringing the cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same
Until the end of time

Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know I don't hang around the house much
This all night money making got me outta touch, ****
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean
Smoking Ports think my thoughts
Then it's back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweating him
I sexed his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican
His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
Until the end of time

Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinking Hennessey made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Fall to their knees, they plead for their right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (ha ha)
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don't freeze time to be a g
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the training to make a g
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that's what I'm about, more
Gettin raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a g while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time

First verse to Against All Odds...*a little to explicit to post...

"Thugs Mansion"
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little LaTasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

"Life Goes On"
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

just a few...

[Higuero]

2pac- Fk Friends
Album: Too Gangsta for Radio

Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
you can help me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need companionship (hey)
Through with that - scandalous ****, I bet your man ain't ****
So why you hesitatin actin like yo' **** don't stink
Check out my - diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin mother****er, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way
Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap
Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, **** Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends

[Godson]

I listen to pac all day.... Possibly my favorite verse right now -

"Dont Sleep"

[2Pac]
Ahhh **** hahaha

When I enter the first zone
Worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up
Evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy
Manifestin' military styles
Casualties, tragedy
When niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction
Switch and move positions
Separat him from his gun and bitch
And watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin'
Hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world
Me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark
This is expected
A trick bitch where is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til its none left
Don't sleep


And I gotta put this verse in here too cuz I love Kadafi.... I think he would be the best out right now if he didnt get murdered at 19


[Yaki Kadafi]
I blast first 'til they body me
Like my guns in variety
Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front
Doin' my walk by's rollin' blunts
Hand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts
Addicted to my nine
Movin' like crime through time
Poppin' niggas like pimples
Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine
Etch-a-sketchin'
Dumpin' on all you punks at intersections
Day in and day out
Ain't no easy way outs or easy exits
Don't sleep

P.S. - Suge killed em both

[Godson]

Originally Posted by gambino216

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Bone Thugz FT. 2pac - Thug Luv
Hahaha what's poppin nigga
put your mother****ing hand on your strap nigga
Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks
and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out
pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby
I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life
Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse
My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch ass niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now
Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me


Gang Related Soundtrack - Staring through my rearview

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped caring last night
Two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society, first they try
to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's
crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies
flee when they see me, believe me
Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse
full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true
While I'm starin at the world through my rearview

Troublesome '96

Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
can you picture my specific plan
to be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned
scams are plotted over grams and rocks
when undercover agents die by the random shots
we all die in the end, so the feds we swore
I was all about my ends, **** friends and foes
me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata
got me a dog get nigga Mobb bitch nigga eata
what could they do to me that little brat
**** them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their ass
how can I show you how I feel inside
we outlawz mother****as can't kill my pride
niggas talk a lot of **** but that's after im gone
cause they fear me in physical form let it be known
I'm troublesome

All Eyez on Me - Ambitionz Az A Ridah

So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
Cause life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born ruff and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was '**** it' cause mother****ers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, 'Go to the tele hoe'
You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke
I'm smokin bomb ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustlin them bread, to breakin mother****ers to payin
I got no time for these bitches cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mil, so I'm wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bull**** they stressin (boo-yaa!(
I'ma ride though, clown hoes like it's manditory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
Started plotin and planin on scemes to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it mother****ers see me
These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right besideee ya
Hopin ya listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a
ridah

Some of my favorites right there..... Troublesome 96 = Possibly my favorite song ever.....

[xX Gstacks Xx]

I dunno who killed Tupac but it blows my mind that they couldn't figure out who his killer was with all the **** they can do.

[gambino216]

Troublesome 96 would have been 99 great if it would have been a real 2pac release and not some post death release that has 10 versions.

I have the origianl on an original underground mix from 1997..

It also has secretz of war and a bunh of other good ish on it.

PAC = GOAT

forever and always. 12 years later and still nobody surpasses him. He's Jordan

[Rowdy Rolex]

Originally Posted by gambino216

He's Jordan

haha jay would beg to differ with that statement

i agree though...

[gambino216]

Jay didn't want it with him, Jay wouldnt even respond to the Pac beef because he knew he woulda got blurrred

[Godson]

Originally Posted by gambino216

Jay didn't want it with him, Jay wouldnt even respond to the Pac beef because he knew he woulda got blurrred

And thats the truth.....