One of my fav. Pac verses...

#26
I like the 2nd verse on street fame when pac goes...

..."currency in stacks, artillary in the back, STRAPPED, armies be camoflauged in all BLACK when we ATTACK holla out my set NIGGA tighten yo jaw givin birth to the OUTLAWZ!!!!!!!!!!!"

Love that shit its so hard.
 
#27
"Flossing in the thug stance, pistol tucked inside my pants" :thumb: :thumb: :thumb: :thumb: :thumb:

My god, I love that part it's just so thugged out.

Only pac could think of that.
 

jasedwads

On probation, please report any break in the guidl
#30
i love pacs 2 verses in heavy in tha game and richie spits a hot verse too.

Now how can I explain how this game laced
plus with this fame
I got enemies who'll do anything ta break me
My attitude changed
got to tha point where I was trippin
twenty-four-seven
moneys my mission
just a nigga tryin ta make a livin'
These busta tricks don't know no male
they spending they riches on scandalous bitches
who stay petrified in jail
it's hell
plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket
jealous ass bitches
playa haten' but we still kick it
always keep my eyes on tha prize
watch tha police
seen so much murder
neighborhoods getten no sleep
but still
I get my money on major
continuously
communicatin through my pager
niggas know me
don't have no homies cause they jealous
I hustle solo
cause when i'm broke I got no time for tha fellas
listen
ain't nothin popin' about no work nigga
I ain't no joke
fuck what they sayin
and get your dough nigga
Heavy in tha Game


Chorus
I don't care what it did to Them
Tha Games been good ta Me






[Richie Rich]


Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type shit


Certain niggas wanna stick to tha game
you's a trick to tha game
waitin' upon your turn
so will you learn
ain't no turns givin niggas be twisten and taken shit
putten they sack down
then putten they mack down
Me myself I hustle with finesse
Yes, i'm an Oakland baller
rule number one check it
if I show you no respect then
be your own nigga
meaning buy your own dope
cause that front shit is punk shit
something I never funked with
be true to this game and this game will be true to you
that's real shit
disrespect
see what this will do to you
jackin' and robin' and dispisin' your homie
ain't healthy
niggas be ending up dead
follow your wealthy
but not me tho
I'm sowing something major
so what I reap is boss
that's why my public statis is floss
went from a
young nigga livin' reseidential
to a
young nigga workin' presidential



Chorus
I Don't care what it did to them
Tha Games been good ta me

[Tupac]


I'm just a young black male
cursed since my birth
had ta turn to crack sells
if worse come to worse
headed for them pack jails
so maybe it's a hearse
My only way to stack bail
is out here doin dirt
My decisions do or die
been hustlein' since Jr. High
No time for askin why
getten' high
getten' mine
Put away my 9
cause these times call for four-five sales
cause life is hell and everybody dies
what about these niggas I despise
them loud talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds
jepordiseing lives
shootem' right between a niggas eyes
it's time to realize
follow tha rules
or follow tha fools, then die
everybodies tryin ta make tha news
niggas confused
quit tryin to be an OG and pay your dues
if you choose to apply yourself
go with tha grain and come tha riches and tha bitches and tha fame
Heavy in tha Game

i think theres a few mistakes in these lyrics which were taken from the web.
 
#31
They got me mobbin like i'm
loc'ed and ready to get my slug on,
i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on,
i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me,
trust
i got my glock cocked ready if they press me
bust some motherfuckers with a PASSION
better duck cause i ain't lookin when i'm BLASTIN
i'm a nut and drinkin hennessey
and gettin' high
on tha lookout for my enemies
don't wanna die
tell me why
cause this stress is gettin' major
a buck fist across my face with my razor
what can i do but be a thug until i'm dead and gone
keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong
these sorry bastards
want to kill me in my sleep but will they can i see
and everyday it just a struggle
steady thuggin' in the streets
and i'll be ballin' loc
don't let'em make you worry
keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,
with a motha on drugs
i'm kickin dust up
ready ta bust
i'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
until they kill me
i'll be livin this life
i know you feel me
there's so much pain

^^ verse is str8 fire
 
#32
DEATHWiSH said:
They got me mobbin like i'm
loc'ed and ready to get my slug on,
i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on,
i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me,
trust
i got my glock cocked ready if they press me
bust some motherfuckers with a PASSION
better duck cause i ain't lookin when i'm BLASTIN
i'm a nut and drinkin hennessey
and gettin' high
on tha lookout for my enemies
don't wanna die
tell me why
cause this stress is gettin' major
a buck fist across my face with my razor
what can i do but be a thug until i'm dead and gone
keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong
these sorry bastards
want to kill me in my sleep but will they can i see
and everyday it just a struggle
steady thuggin' in the streets
and i'll be ballin' loc
don't let'em make you worry
keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,
with a motha on drugs
i'm kickin dust up
ready ta bust
i'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
until they kill me
i'll be livin this life
i know you feel me
there's so much pain

^^ verse is str8 fire
:thumb:
 

ArtsyGirl

Well-Known Member
#33
Call me a Bad Boy killer
Murder motherf**kers daily
Know the fed trail me
So my alias is Makaveli
Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentieries
Game when I'm high
Help me survive several centuries
Lock me in a cage
I'll display my rage
Surround the court building
With the gauge and spray
They wonder if I'm going, and finally sentenced
On my knees to God
Beggin for repentence
I'm convinced that I'm a thug
They got me feenin for my cash
Like a feen when he dreams of drugs
Get the dollar
And I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral
And tell yah just who gave the order
Makaveli The Don, til I'm gone
I maintain my army of lunatics
That stay armed til the day I die
I'll be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw til the grave a motherf**kin made nigga.
Another one of my favourites :D
 

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