For me. It's "Souljah's Story". Me and lil brother was locked up at the same time. sendin letters to each other between institutions. In the song Pac is rappin as two people, who are brothers. The "older brother" starts it off, rapping in "screwed" type of voice, talkin bout his life, cops, and gettin locked up, and ends the verse with..."...now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps..." The second verse is the " little brother" rappin talkin bout takin his brothers place and plottin to break him out of jail....shit's dope. That song right there has a lot of meaning for us. What's yours.
R.I.P TUPAC!::::WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ALL TIME TUPAC TRACK! WHY?
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BURY ME A G/STRAIGHT BALLIN-THUGLIFE
YOUNG NIGGAZ/IT AINT EASY-MATW
http://www.ohhla.com/YFA_2pac.html
YOUNG NIGGAZ/IT AINT EASY-MATW
http://www.ohhla.com/YFA_2pac.html
damn doberman, so many to chose from, its too hard
but when i wanna ride i like:
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don't fear me
So refuse bringin war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wonderin who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z
(buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin
Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn't
I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states
I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out!
(oh yeah, these lyrics are from ohhla, so i kno some is wrong. like "brand as my strap"? aint it brandish my strap?)
pac jus came hard as shit on that tracc, i like the original "all out" better than the released.
but for a laid bacc chill inspirational typa song, i gotta go with that song with nuttso, the unreleased one with tha saxaphone, "words or letters (i forgot which one) to my unborn", not the released one. but really there's too many. fold.
but when i wanna ride i like:
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don't fear me
So refuse bringin war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wonderin who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z
(buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin
Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn't
I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states
I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out!
(oh yeah, these lyrics are from ohhla, so i kno some is wrong. like "brand as my strap"? aint it brandish my strap?)
pac jus came hard as shit on that tracc, i like the original "all out" better than the released.
but for a laid bacc chill inspirational typa song, i gotta go with that song with nuttso, the unreleased one with tha saxaphone, "words or letters (i forgot which one) to my unborn", not the released one. but really there's too many. fold.
Nothing to lose
When i was in a foster home My brother told me to meet him at a area where none one would find out.( becuase i wasnt aloud to see my family) and he got me that RU still down Cd.. I bumped this shti Everyday
kept hope alive for me but this song was the shit.. Still feel all werid everytime i hear it
the fucked up part is.., When the lady that was taken care of me foudn out i had it she thoght i stole it.. and broke My 2nd disk.. I as sooo fuckin mad.. bitch had to make things harder for me for no fucking reason
When i was in a foster home My brother told me to meet him at a area where none one would find out.( becuase i wasnt aloud to see my family) and he got me that RU still down Cd.. I bumped this shti Everyday
kept hope alive for me but this song was the shit.. Still feel all werid everytime i hear it
the fucked up part is.., When the lady that was taken care of me foudn out i had it she thoght i stole it.. and broke My 2nd disk.. I as sooo fuckin mad.. bitch had to make things harder for me for no fucking reason
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday, but he don't listen
The poverty bothers me; but mama's workin wonders in the kitchen
Listen I can hear her cryin in the bedroom
Prayin for money but never think would she be dead soon
Am I wrong - for wishin I was somewhere else
I'm thirteen, can't feed myself
Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me; wish he would've helped me
Too much like him, so my mama don't love me
On my own at a early age - I'm gettin paid
and I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid
Where did I go astray? I'm hangin in the back streets
runnin with G's and dopefiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize
I got nothin to lose, everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the - bad guy
that one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck (*gunshots*) from a Glock let the glass fly
Do or die walk a mile in my shoes
And you'd be crazy too with nothin to lose--tupac r.i.p Nothing to lose
this might sounds hella lame or werid.. but tupac really gave me Hope.. and kept me goin.. if i didnt listen to his shit when i was younger.. I prob just be salngin out of a motel right now
Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday, but he don't listen
The poverty bothers me; but mama's workin wonders in the kitchen
Listen I can hear her cryin in the bedroom
Prayin for money but never think would she be dead soon
Am I wrong - for wishin I was somewhere else
I'm thirteen, can't feed myself
Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me; wish he would've helped me
Too much like him, so my mama don't love me
On my own at a early age - I'm gettin paid
and I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid
Where did I go astray? I'm hangin in the back streets
runnin with G's and dopefiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize
I got nothin to lose, everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the - bad guy
that one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck (*gunshots*) from a Glock let the glass fly
Do or die walk a mile in my shoes
And you'd be crazy too with nothin to lose--tupac r.i.p Nothing to lose
this might sounds hella lame or werid.. but tupac really gave me Hope.. and kept me goin.. if i didnt listen to his shit when i was younger.. I prob just be salngin out of a motel right now
since we are talking about it.. this is a close 2nd
Words to my first born.. these parts right here make the song for me
young adolescents
in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times, livin blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?
And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love
to the thugs in heaven I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned
Help you make it through the storm
My words to my first born, feel me
and
Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed
So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse
And though it hurt me there was no distortion
Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions
Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a world they never came to
I understand it's a better day comin
Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end
drivin with the car runnin blinded
Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn
Love letters to the innocent and unborn
All the babies that died up on the table
Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able
Can't - blame her I would do the same
All I could give it was my debt and my last name
Cause in the game things change livin up and down
This hard life got me walkin with my head down
Flashin frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?
But I'll never get to know, so I carry on
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
My words to my first born, feel me
theres MANY many more.. but it would make this fourm like 12 pages long.. by my post alone
Words to my first born.. these parts right here make the song for me
young adolescents
in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times, livin blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?
And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love
to the thugs in heaven I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned
Help you make it through the storm
My words to my first born, feel me
and
Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed
So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse
And though it hurt me there was no distortion
Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions
Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a world they never came to
I understand it's a better day comin
Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end
drivin with the car runnin blinded
Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn
Love letters to the innocent and unborn
All the babies that died up on the table
Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able
Can't - blame her I would do the same
All I could give it was my debt and my last name
Cause in the game things change livin up and down
This hard life got me walkin with my head down
Flashin frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?
But I'll never get to know, so I carry on
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
My words to my first born, feel me
theres MANY many more.. but it would make this fourm like 12 pages long.. by my post alone
