The Definitive Tupac Shakur Song List (Part 2) #50-26

#50. Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z… – “They wanna send me to the pen, punk, picture that. I stay strapped, motherfuckers better get your gat. It ain’t easy bein’ me, I can’t take it. Life as a celebrity ain’t everything they make it. And ever since the movies these hoes try to do me. If they can’t screw me, they find a way to sue me. Now can you picture me coolin’ at a night club?. Nothin’ but love, but motherfuckers wanna mean mug.”…

#49. White Man’z World – “Bein’ born with less, I must confess Only adds on to the stress. Two gunshots to my homie’s head, died in his vest. Shot him to death and left him bleedin’ for his family to see. I pass his casket, gently askin’, is there a heaven for G’s? My homeboy’s doin’ life, his baby mama be stressin’. Sheddin’ tears when her son finally ask that questions. Where my daddy at? Mama, why we live so poor? Why you cryin’? Heard you late night Through my bedroom door. Now, do you love me, mama? Why they keep on callin’ me nigga?”…

#48. Ratha Be Ya N*gga ft. Richie Rich – “You fuckin’ wit’ niggas 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 uh.”…

#47. Shorty Wanna Be a Thug – “I tell you it’s a cold world, stay in school. You tell me its a man’s world, play the rules And fade fools, ‘n break rules until we major. Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager. Was raised up, commencing to money makin’ tactics. It’s getting drastic, niggas got automatics. My fingers on the trigga, tell the lord To make way for another straight thug nigga. I’m sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv. From the homies, ’cause shorty wanna be a thug.”…

#46. Letter 2 My Unborn – “Now ever since my birth, I’ve been cursed since I’m born to wild. In case I never get to holla at my unborn child. Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin’. Tryin’ to earn every penny that I’m gettin’, and reminiscin’. To the beginnin’ of my mission. When I was conceived, and came to be in this position. My momma was a Panther loud, single parent but she proud. When she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd.”…

#45. Ballad of a Dead Soulja – “I can be, lost in my own mind. To be the boss only thought’s grip on chrome nines. N****z get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories. Swore I saw the devil in my empty gla** of Hennesey. Talkin to a n**** on a tight leash. Screamin “F*** the police, ” as I ride through the night streets. Lil’ child runnin wild, toward his danger. What’s the cause don’t be alarmed death to all strangers. Maybe I’m a madman. A pistol grabbin n**** unleash the Sandman. Promisin merciless retaliation, nothin’ is colder. Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier.”…

#44. Toss It Up – “Lord have mercy, father help us all. Since you supplied yo’ phone number, I can’t help but call. Time for action, conversatin, we relaxin’, kickin’ back. Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture that. Tongue kissin’, hand full of hair, look in my eyes. Time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise. Me and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room. Sweatin’ up the sheets, it’s the Thug in me.”…

#43. Temptations –“With your attitude to match right? Don’t be phony, ’cause I hate when you act like. You don’t know me. I’ve be stressin’ in the spotlight. I want the fame, but the industry’s a lot like. A crap game, ain’t no time for commitment, I gotta go. Can’t be with you every minute miss, another show. And even though I’m known for my one night stand. Look here, I wanna be an honest man. But temptations go.”…

#42. No More Pain – “My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes. My lyrics explode on contact, gamin you hoes .Who else but Mama’s only son, f*** the phony n****s I’m the one. Say my name, watch b****es come, now fire When ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed. Make you motherf***ers bleed from your mouth quicker. Plus all these n****s that you run with, be on some dumb s***.  Trick on the hoes, I ain’t the one b****.”… 

#41. Starin’ Through My Rear View ft. Outlawz – “Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops. Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stops. 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.”…

#40. My Block (Nitty Remix) – “They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears. Cause shit was hectic for me last year. It appears that I’ve been marked for death. My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest. My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary. My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery. Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary. But at times unnessecary, I’m gettin worried. Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic. And certain death for us ghetto bastards.What can we do when we’re arrested, but open fire. Life in the pen ain’t for me, cause I’d rather die.”…

#39. Got My Mind Made Up ft. The Dogg Pound, Method Man, and Redman – “So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation. So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin. We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations. Sorry I left that ass waitin. No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin. I’m bustin and makin motherfuckers panic. Don’t take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt. You swear the bitch was planted. My lyrics motivate the planet. It’s similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet.”…

#38. Lord Knows – “I smoke a blunt to take the pain out. And if I wasn’t high, I’d probably try to blow my brains out. I’m hopeless, they should’ve killed me as a baby. And now they got me trapped in the storm, I’m goin’ crazy. Forgive me; they wanna see me in my casket. And if I don’t blast I’ll be the victim of them bastards. I’m losin’ hope, they got me stressin’, can the Lord forgive me. Got the spirit of a thug in me.”…

#37. When We Ride On Our Enemies (Briss Remix) – “Hey! Got some static for some niggas on the other side of town. Let my little cousin Kato, he’s a rider now. What they want from us motherfuckin’ thug niggas? Used to love niggas now I plug niggas, and slug niggas. Am I wrong? niggas makin’ songs, tryin’ to get with us. Must be gone on stress weed in the west we trust. To the chest I bust! Then we ride ’til the sun come Shinin’ back to brighten up the sky, many die.”…

#36. Bury Me a G ft. Natasha Walker – “Thinkin’ back Reminiscing on my teens. A young G Gettin’ paid over dope fiends. Fuckin’ off cash that I make. Nigga, what’s tha sense of workin’ hard If you never get to play. I’m hustlin’ Stayin’ out till it’s dawn. And comin’ home At 6 o’clock in tha mornin’. Hand’s on my glock, Eye’s on tha prize. Finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides by.”…

#35. Letter to the President – “Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized. Simply by spittin’ I’ve been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious. Cause I’m seldom in the company of bitches. Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss. Each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick. My heaviest words’ll move a mountain. Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin’. Fuck the friendships, I ride alone. Destination Death Row, finally found a home. Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia. Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us.”…

#34. Tradin War Stories ft. C-Bo, Dramacydal, and Storm – “Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin’ hard liquor. This ghetto life has got me catchin’ up to God quicker. Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger. Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggas. Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday And fear of man grow on trees.”…

#33. Lost Souls – “Started off with, runnin from copses duck and hide from helicopters. We open fire, who can stop us. Livin the life of trife juveniles, hopin for righteous. Gettin twenty-five to life, if the judge don’t like us. In my clearest pictures, I see authorities itchin to get us.”… 

#32. Cradle to the Grave – June 16th, 1971, Mama gave birth to a hell-raisin’ heavenly son. See, the doctor tried to smack me, but I smacked him back.
My first words was, “Thug for life!” and “Papa, pass the MAC!”.”…

#31. Bomb First – “Expose snakes ‘cause they breed freely. See me rise, located worldwide like the art of graffiti. I think I’m tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty. Born on a dope fiend’s titty, in every city. You’ll find me, look for trouble right behind me. My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean? I hit the scene, niggas duckin’ from my guillotine stare.”…

#30. Me and My Girlfriend – “Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom. Smokin’ sherm, drinkin’ malt liquor, father forgive her. Me and my girlfriend, hustlin’, fell in love with the struggle. Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin’. Fuck em all, watch em fall screamin’, automatic gunfire. Exercising all demons.”…

#29. How Do U Want It ft. KC and JoJo – “Tell me is it cool to fuck? Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what? Positions on the floor it’s like erotic. Ironic ’cause I’m somewhat psychotic. I’m hittin’ switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics. Up and down like a roller coaster. I’m up inside ya, I ain’t quittin’ ’til the show is over. ‘Cause I’ma rider in and out just like a robbery.”…

#28. Heartz of Men – “I proceed to make them shiver, when I deliver. Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure. Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli. Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, that’s what they tell me. So many rumors but I’m infinite Immortal Outlaw. Switching up on you ordinary bitches like a southpaw you get left. And every breath I breathe until the moment I’m deceased Will be another moment ballin’ as a ‘G’. I rip the crowd, then I start again. Eternally I live in sin until the moment that they let me breathe again.”…

#27. Can’t C Me ft. George Clinton – 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 stoppin’ 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 see Me.”…

#26. Krazy – “Last year was a hard one, but life goes on. Bumpin’ my head against the wall, learnin’ right from wrong. They say my ghetto instrumental, 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.”…


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