2 Pac

• 0Niko još nije pohvalio poruku.
  Registruj se da bi pohvalio/la poruku!

Black Jesuz

[2pac]

Searching for black jesus
Oh yeah, sportin jewels and shit, yaknahmean?
(black jesus; you can be christian
Baptist, jehovah witness)
Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt
(islamic, won’t matter to me
I’m a thug; thugs, we praise black jesus, all day)
Young kadafi in this bitch, set it off nigga..
What?

[kadafi]

I do my shootin’s on a knob, prayin to God for my squad
Stuck in a nightmare, hopin he might care
Though times is hard, up against all odds, I play my cards
Like I’m jailin, shots hittin up my spot like midnight rains hailin
Got me bailin to stacks more green; gods ain’t tryin to be trapped
On no block slangin no rocks like bean pies
Brainstorm on the beginnin
Wonder how shit like the qu’ran and the Bible was written
What is religion?
Gods words all cursed like razbijac
Shai-tan’s way of gettin us back
Or just another one of my black jesus traps

[storm]

Who’s got the heart to stand beside me?
I feel my enemies creepin up in silence
Dark prayer, scream violence - demons all around me
Can’t even bend my knees just a lost cloud; black jesus
Give me a reason to survive, in this earthly hell
Cause I swear, they tryin to break my well
I’m on the edge lookin down at this volatile pit
Will it matter if I cease to exist? black jesus

[2pac]

All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
Like a saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black jesus, hahahahaha
He’s like a saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black jesus

[young noble]

Outlawz we got our own race, culture, religion
Rebellin against the system, commence to lynchin
The president ain’t even listenin to the pain of the youth
We make music for eternity, forever the truth
Political prisoner, the two choices that they givin us
Ride or die, for life they sentence us
Oh black jesus, please watch over my brother shawn
Soon as the sky get bright, it’s just another storm
Brothers gone, now labeled a statistic
Ain’t no love for us ghetto kids, they call us nigglets
History repeats itself, nuttin new
In school I knew, e’rything I read wasn’t true
Black jesus

[2pac]

To this click I’m dedicated, criminal orientated
An outlaw initiated, blazed and faded
Made for terror, major league niggaz pray together
Bitches in they grave while my real niggaz play together
We die clutchin glasses, filled with liquor bomblastic
Creamated, last wishes nigga smoke my ashes
High sigh why die wishin, hopin for possibilities
I’ll mob on, why they copy me sloppily
Cops patrol projects, hatin the people livin in them
I was born an inmate, waitin to escape the prison
Went to church but don’t understand it, they underhanded
God gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous
Blast til they holy high; baptize they evil minds
Wise, no longer blinded, watch me shine trick
Which one of y’all wanna feel the degrees?
Bitches freeze facin black jesus

[2pac]

All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
Like a saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black jesus

[kastro]

Some say, some day, some how, some way, we gon’ fail
And it ain’t hard to tell, we dwell in hell
Trapped, black, scarred and barred
Searching for truth, where it’s hard to find god
I play the pied piper, and to this thug life, I’m a lifer
Proceed, to turn up the speed, just for stripes
My black jesus, walk through this valley with me
Where we, so used to hard times and casualties
Indeed, it hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streets
And haven’t eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for me
And all the young thugs, raised on drugs and guns
Blazed out and numb, slaves to this slums
This ain’t livin... jesus


We believed in you
Everything you do
Just wanna let you know, how we feel
Black jesus!

Searchin for black jesus
It’s hard, it’s hard
We need help out here
So we searchins for black jesus
It’s like a saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us through
Somebody that understand our pain
You know maybe not too perfect, you know
Somebody that hurt like we hurt
Somebody that smoke like we smoke
Drink like we drink
That understand where we coming from
That’s who we pray to
We need help y’all

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Baby Don’t Cry

[2pac]
I feel you {uhh} .. (baby don’t)
But you can’t, you can’t give up
{hey.. 2pac what? }

[2pac + h.e.a.t.]
Baby don’t cry, I hope you got your head up {outlawz}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep ya head up}

[2pac]
Now here’s a story bout a woman with dreams
So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen
Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me,
What would you do if it was you?
Couldn’t answer such a horrible pain to live through
I tried to trade places in the tragedy
I couldn’t picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me
For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, lord come and take me
Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me
Even though it wasn’t me, I could feel the grief
Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go
No! you got to find a way to survive
Cause they win when your soul dies

[2pac + h.e.a.t.]
Baby please don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up}
Baby don’t cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry

[edi amin]
Uhh
Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain’t gon’ never change
I ain’t no hater but that nigga lost in the game
After the bright lights and big thangs
He probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle
Everyday, his mind on gettin mo’ (gettin mo’)
And never your feelings, he’s chasin millions fo’ sho’
Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn)
Another wild-ass nigga that’s gon’ drive you crazy
You got too much, mo’, livin to do - I’m spittin this to you,
Cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that’s right)
Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated
A new millennium dime piece, so fine she
Got em all stuck standin still when she come through
Baby take a little mo’ time, love’ll find you
And show us the sky’s blue somebody other than me
Gon’ give you everything you need, feel me?
{don’t cry-ahhhhh..}

[2pac + h.e.a.t.]
Baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you’ll be alright}
Baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you’ll be alright}
Baby don’t cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up}
Baby don’t cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh}
Baby don’t cry

[young noble]
I’m tryin to do all that I can, from jump
Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man
Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful
Lost and turned out, what you let that nigga do to you? (damn)
I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me
Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me
We was kids, now she got three kids
They see their father e’ryday, and they don’t know who he is
Seen him last night, homey roll a e-class
Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad
I bring her, pampers and food, just to stop through
But those, ain’t my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah)
I feel pity for you, you ain’t even his wife
Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life
Shoulda chose me, she bout to o.d. from the pressure
Hell nah I won’t let her {baby don’t cry}

[2pac + h.e.a.t.]
Baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you’ll be alright}
Baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don’t cry}
Baby don’t cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby}
Baby don’t cry, I hope you got your head up {no..}
Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh}
Baby don’t cry, I gotta keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby}
Baby don’t cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up}
{keep your head up, never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don’t cry

[young noble]
Uhh, uhh, yeah, don’t give up {you’ll be alright}
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry

[2pac + h.e.a.t.]
Baby don’t cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don’t cry

[edi amin]
For all the ladies {soulshock, karlin}
Baby don’t cry
Got to keep your head up {keep your head up}
Makaveli the don {head up} aight?
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Changes

Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself?
I’m tired of bein’ poor and even worse I’m black
My stomach hurts so I’m lookin’ for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he’s a hero
Give razbijac to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship ’em dope & let ’em deal the brothers
Give ’em guns step back watch ’em kill each other
It’s time to fight back that’s what huey said
2 shots in the dark now huey’s dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
Unless we share with each other we gotta start makin’ changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
And that’s how it’s supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother if he’s close to me?
I’d love to go back to when we played as kids
But things changed, and that’s the way it is



Come on come on that’s just the way it is things’ll never be the same
That’s just the way it is aww yeah


I see no changes all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let’s erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they’ll be acting right
’cause both black and white is smokin’ razbijac tonight
And only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent we ain’t ready, to see a black president, uhh
It ain’t a secret don’t conceal the fact
The penitentiary’s packed, and it’s filled with blacks
But some things will never change
Try to show another way but you stayin’ in the dope game
Now tell me what’s a mother to do bein’ real don’t appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
I made a g today but you made it in a sleazy way
Sellin’ razbijac to the kid. I gotta get paid,
Well hey, well that’s the way it is




We gotta make a change...
It’s time for us as a people to start makin’ some changes.
Let’s change the way we eat, let’s change the way we live
And let’s change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn’t working so it’s on us to do
What we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes can’t a brother get a little peace
It’s war on the streets & the war in the middle east
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
And I ain’t never did a crime I ain’t have to do
But now I’m back with the blacks givin’ it back to you
Don’t let ’em jack you up, back you up, razbijac you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can’t touch this
I don’t trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That’s the sound of my tool you say it ain’t cool my mama didn’t raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back
’cause I always got to worry ’bout the pay backs
Some buck that I roughed up way back comin’ back after all these years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that’s the way it is uhh

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Letter to The President

Uhh.. dear mr. president
Whas happenin?
I’m writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected
Ain’t nothin changed
All the promises you made, before you got elected..
.. they ain’t came true

[2pac]
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo’ troops, dear mr. president
(me and my homies is wonderin what’s goin on.. holla!)
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo’ troops..

Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggaz 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 verse’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, sincerely
Yours I’m a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody’s doped up, nigga what you smokin on?
Figure if we high they can train us
But then america fucked up and blamed up
I guess it’s cause we black that we targets
My only fear is god, I spit that hard shit
In case you don’t know, I let my pump go
Get ? ride for m’thulu? like I ride for geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the president

Dear mr. president, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
(what should I do? )
Dear mr. president, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

[e.d.i. amin]
Oh youse a ball in the white house, I hope you comfortable
Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless
And young soul bros, ready to rode a starship
Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the godless
I gotta get chips, but you can’t understand that
Wanna ban rap? stand back, before you get hurt
It’s the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work
On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same nigga
Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh’fuckers hate cops, wait it ain’t gettin better
But you keep, tellin us, that it is
While your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig
Don’t be surprised if you see us
Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker

Dear mr. president, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
Dear mr. president, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

[kastro]
Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
Fightin first my trained brain until it’s not so
It’s hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
And it ain’t no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
To people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
Mr. president, it’s evident, nobody really care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
So i’ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
But y’all play fair, give me and mine, I’ll share
Til y’all show us you care, it’s gon’ be mayhem out here
Me and these 223’sll freeze the biggest with ease
I’m still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
And I’ve been born to represent, for that I’ve been heaven sent
And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the president

Shit is still fucked up y’all
And y’all wonder when it’s gon’ get better
And it ain’t gon’ get better

[2pac]
Dear mr. president, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
Dear mr. president, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up..

Heavenly father may I holla at you briefly
I wanna meet the president, but will he meet me?
He’s scared to look inside the eyes of a thug nigga
We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin
How hypocritical is liberty?
That blind bitch ain’t never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and scars
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was god?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin let him die
Can’t lie I’m a thug, drownin in my own blood
Lookin for the reason that my momma’s strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the president

[big syke]
Blacks is broke, think it’s a joke that we livin low?
Y’all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo’?
Tell the secretary it’s necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed
Day after day, and night after night
Battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin
Til then we gonna keep it comin, mr. president
Hehe
And I meant every word in my letter to the president

[2pac]
Word motherfuckin life
Fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare
We ’sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin ? ?
Nigga this thug life, westside outlaw immortalz nigga
We fin’ to hustle til we come up

Dear mr. president, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
Dear mr. president, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
Dear mr. president, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
Dear mr. president, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

Dear mr. clinton, shit
It’s gettin harder and harder for a motherfucker
To make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin peace
But we can’t find peace
Til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece
I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don’t you help a nigga out?
Sayin you cuttin welfare
That got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care?
Shit, y’all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
But y’all ain’t ready to give us no motherfuckin dollars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain’t stupid
Think you got us lookin to lose
Tryin to turn all us young niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the fuck I’m fightin for?
Shit, I ain’t got no love here
I ain’t had a check all year
Taxin, all the blacks and
Police beatin me in the streets
Fuck peace

These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Me Against The World

It’s just me against tha world

Ooohhhhh ooohhhhh

Just me against tha world baby

Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh

I got nothin’ ta lose
It’s just me against tha world

Ohhhhh

Stuck in tha game
Me against tha world baby

Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in tha city
Tha cops is hot for me
Tha projects is full of bullets
Tha bodies is droppin’
There ain’t no stoppin me
Constantly moven while maken millions
Witnessin’ killins
Leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Caries tha children
Cause they’re illin’
Addicted to killin’
A near appeal from tha cap pealin’
What I’m feelin’
But will they last or be blasted
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he’ll listen in his casket
Tha aftermath
More bodies being buried
I’m losen my homies in a hurry
They’re relocating to tha cemetary
Got me worried
Stressin’
My visions bluried
Tha question is will I live
No one in tha world loves me
I’m headed for danger
Don’t trust strangers
Put one in tha chamber
Whatever I’m feelin’ is anger
Don’t wanna make excuses
Cause this is how it is
What’s tha use
Unless we’re shootin’
No one notices tha youth
It’s just me against tha world baby



Ooohhhhh
Me against tha world
It’s just me against tha world
Ooohhhhh

It’s just me against tha world
Me against tha world
Cause it’s just me against tha world baby

Me against tha world

Ooohhhh yeeah

I got nothin’ ta lose
It’s just me against tha world baby

I got nothin’ ta lose



Could somebody help me?
I’m out here all by myself
Seeing ladies in stores
Baby capones
Livin wealthy
Pictures of my birth
On tha surface what I’m dreamin’
Seein’ daddy seein’
Full of crooked deamons
Already crazy and screamin’
I guess them nightmares as a child
Had me scared
But left me prepared
For awhile
Is there another route?
For crooked outlaws
That are in a villian of young thugs

Everday is more death
Plus I’m more rollin
I’m seein more beatens
For me
To proceed with fear
Scheme on schemeing
Amd leavin’ their peeps grievin’
Cause ain’t no bucks ta stack up
My nuts is backed up
I’m about ta act up
Go load tha mack up
Now watch me klack up
Try makin’ fat cuts
But yo it ain’t workin
And evils lurken
I can see him smirken
When I gets tha bourbon
So what
Go put some work in
And make my mail
Makin’ sells
Risken 25 with a ’l’
But oh well

Me against tha world
With nothin’ ta lose
It’s just me against tha world

Ooohhhh

It’s just me against tha world baby
Me against tha world
I got nothin’ ta lose
It’s just me against tha world

Heeeyyy

It’s just me against tha world baby

With nothin ta lose
It’s just me against tha world baby
Me against tha world

Me against tha world

I got nothin’ ta lose
It’s just me against tha world baby

Heeeyyy



With all this extra stressin’
Tha question I wonder is after death
I feel my last breath
When will I finaly get to rest from this supression
They punish tha people that’s askin questions
And those that possess
Steal from tha ones without possesions
Tha message I stress
To make it stop
Study your lessons
Don’t settle for less
Even tha genius asks questions
Be gratifull for blessins
Don’t ever change
Keep your essense
Tha powers in tha people and tha politics we address
Always do your best
Don’t let this pressure make ya panic
And when ya get stranded
And things don’t go tha way ya planed it
Dreaming of richs
In a position of makin’ a difference
Polititions and hipocrites
They don’t wanna listen
If I’m insane
Then tha fame ain’t about ta change
It wasn’t nothin’ like tha game
It’s just me against tha world

Chorus
Me against tha world
Nothin ta lose
It’s just me against tha world baby

Me against tha world
Got me stuck in tha game
It’s just me against tha world
Ooohhhh

I’m outshining [? ? ? ] tha news
It’s just me against tha world baby
Hahaha
Me against tha world
That’s right...
I know it seem hard someties, but uh...
Remember one thing
Through every dark night
There’s a bright day after that
So no matter how hard it get
Stick ya chest out
Keep ya head up
And handle it

Me against tha world
Me against tha world
Me against tha world
Fades...

edit by Jasmina-naglaseni nazivi liricsa i izbrisano mnostvo liricsa, shodno pravilniku