Dear sister
Got me twisted up in prison
I miss yah
Crying
Looking at my nieces and newphews picture
They say don’t let this cruel world get yah
Kinda suspicious,
Swearing one day you might leave me
For someone thats richer
Twist the cap off the bottle
I Take a sip And see tommorrow
Gotta make if I have to Beg and Borrow
Reading love letters
Late night, locked down, and quiet
If brothers don’t recieve their mail
Best believe we riot
Eating Jack mat
Staring at walls of Silence
Inside this cage
Where they captured all my rage and violence
In time I learned a few lessons
Never fall for riches
Aplogizies to my TRUE sisters
Far from bitches
Help me raise my black nation
Reperations are due
Its true
Caught up in this world
I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them
Precious boys and girls
Born black in this white mans world
And all I heard was

Chorus

Who knows what tommorrow brings
In this world where everyone lies
Where to go
No matter how far I find
To let you know
That You’re not alone

Being born with less
I must confess
Only adds on to the stress
Two gunshots to my homies head
Died in his rest
Shot him to death
And Left him bleeding for his family to see
I pass his casket
Gently asking
Is there heaven for G’s?
My homeboys doing life
Begging mama be stressing
Shedding tears
When her son finally ask that questions
Where my daddy at?
Mama, Why we live so poor?
Why you crying?
Heard you late night
Throught my bedroom door
Now do you love me mama?

Why do they keep calling me nigger?
Get my wieght up, with my hate
And pay ‘em back when I’m bigger
Still thugging in this jail cell
MIssing my block
Hearing brothers screaming all night
Wishing they’d stop
Proud to be black
But why do we act like
We don’t love oursleves
Don’t look around
Busta (you sucka)
Check yourselves
Know what if means to be black
Whether a man or girl
We’re still struggling in this
White man’s world

Chorus

(we must fight)
Who knows what tommorrow brings
In this world where everyone lies
Where to go
No matter how far I find
To let you know
That You’re not alone

So tell me why you changed
Choosing new direction
In a blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection
You think I’d die
Not gonna cry
Why should I care
Like we holding on to love
Thats no longer there
Can you please help me
God Bless me please
Keep my seeds healthy
Banging on my enemies Bleed
While my G’s healthy
Hoping they bury me
With ammunition, weed, and shells
Just in case they trip in heaven
Ain’t no G’s hell
Sister sorry for the pain
That I caused your heart
I know I’ll change
If yah help me
But Don’t fall apart
Rest In Peace
To Latasha, Little Yummy, and Kato
To much for this cold world to take
Ended up being fatal
Every women in America
Especially Black
Bear with me, can’t you see
We’re under attack
I never meant to cause drama
To my sister and Mama
Will we make it
To better times

In this white man worlds

Chorus

(Along with revolutionary talking)

———-Chorus———
Come with me and tha time we bump, deticaite slow jams on tha radio,
Know ya happy I can feel ya passion lookin out foe ya just like daddy,
Come on, sun shine turn to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust
Me close ya eyes feel tha magic neva leave when ya need me I do ya just
Like daddy
—————————-

I met her when she was younger
When her daddy died when she was younger
Her moms let her do what she please they said no one loved her
Her eyes shined love a dimaond and above
Tha kind that you can love
Not yet touched with so much, potintial
Youngster let me got ya mental
And to a place
With a sourness of pain you’ll never taste
By God’s grace
You were born with that face
Nuthin but pure beauty
So for an enternaity I feel it’s my duty
To be a SOULJAH
Dippin I got plans to mold ya
And in tha coldest nights is when I hold ya
Like Iam supposta,as we roll closer
I’ll take your hand gladly, anything ya need ask me
Supporting my baby just like daddy
(2PAC)
You alveate tha stress spend time with you, I feel blessed
When you gone feel tha pain so strong deep in my chest
When I got arrested, came so close to goin to jail
Throwin blows at tha po pos breakin they nails
Screamin loud goin all out
Damn I did
You stayed locked down at moms house
Watchin tha kids, thru tha whole bid
In tha V-I I seen ya daily

When my fake homies try ta fuck you, you run and tell me
That’s why I stay commited, I thank God everytime I hit it
Hopin you’ll forgive me for the times I bullshitted
Me and you against the world
We untouchable, screamin like ya dyin everytime I’am fuckin you
Ya never had a father or a family, but I’ll be there
No need to fear so much insanity
And thru tha years
I know ya gave me your heart and plus
When I’am dirt broke and fucked up Ya still love me
——–Chours———-
(An Outlaw)
Boo would ya die for me?
Down holdin my pistol, gettin high
With mean sounds tougher than brisles
Fool when you cry
I’ll be ya tissue
Back in tha county writin letters how I miss you
Givin you credit, apoligetic how I dis you
Get you for thinkin like a mona and on a level
And sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dilain
For total and twine ya
We right behind ya tru
Life just me and you no tellin what we could do
(Another Outlaw)
Gettin high between tha sheets
Make tha shit right here discrete
Puttin nikies on ya belly while we fuckin on tha beach
I love it when ya nut up and grab me
I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy
(A 3rd Outlaw)
Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya
Loss soul lookin for shelta, on tha late night accept ya
Treat ya good won’t disrespect ya
My age is young
Out of place bitch days is done
From a trixy to a missy
You know I raised ya hon
Placed her under my wing
Showed her how we swing
Now she rollin blunts for her king
1 day labled thug Mrs
Tha essance of my ghetto sistas
Hugs and kisses
That’s just for me to be a father figure

One love… one love… one thug
One nation… twenty-one gun salute

Chorus:

I’m hopin my true mothafuckaz know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke

Verse One:

21 gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots
Dissapeared in the crap, all you seen was troops
This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me
Talkin bout how he left the hospital took five like me
You living fanatasies, nigga I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out
Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouths
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
I see too many real playas fall to let these bitch niggaz to beat me
Puffy, lets be honest you a punk
Or you gonna see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said in vibe about me being a Thug
You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want
But, you and I know what’s going on
Pay back I knew you bitch niggaz from way back
Witness me strapped with macs knew I wouldn’t play that
All you old rappers trying to advance
It’s all over now, take it like a man
Niggas looking like, Larry Holmes flabby and shit
Trying to playa hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Love it how I got you niggaz goin crazy, against all odds

Chorus 2X

Verse Two:

I heard he was light skined, stocky with a haitian accent
Jewelry, fast cars and he’s known for flashing (what’s his name)

Listen while I take you back and lace this rap
A real live tale, about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was working for the feds, same crime different trail
Niggas picture what he said, and did I mention
Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time
I knew you bitch niggaz was listening, The World is Mine
Set me up, wet me up, niggaz stuck me up
Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up
Touch one of mine on everything I own
I’ll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga
All out warfare, Eye For An Eye
Last words to a bitch nigga, why you lie?
Now you gotta watch your back nigga, watch your front
Here we come gunshots to deck, now you stuck
Fuck the rap game nigga, nigga This M.O.B
So believe me, we enemies, I go, against all odds

Chorus 2X

Verse Three:

Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide that fact
He did some shit he shouldn’t have did
So we ride em for that
And that nigga that was down for me
Restin dead, switch sides
Guess his new friends want him dead
Probably be murdered for the shit that I said
I bring the real, be a legend or even the dead
Lord listen to me
God don’t like ugly It Was Written
Hey Nas your whole damn style is weak
You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers
All my run-in with authorities, felonious capers
Now you want to live my life, so what’s the deal
Niggaz that don’t ride right
You’ve seen too many movies
Load ‘em up against the wall, close his eyes
Since you lie, you die, goodbye
Let the real life niggaz hear the truth from me
What would you do if you was me (nigga), against all odds

Chorus 2X

Against all odds

Love when they come to my shows
I get up and go, with skins before
When I’m collecting my dough
I never respect, the one that I back
The quicker the nigga can rap
The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat
What kind of style is that?
The style of a mack, and ready to jack
I rendered up piles of black
The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
I hate it when real nigga bust
They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust
I had enough of the fuss
I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must
They gave me a charge for sales
For selling the tales… of young black males
Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz
Ay nigga you can’t handle that shit!
Pass that man!
Hit that shit, that’s the shit!
It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma
We ain’t nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz
Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga!
You ain’t givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker
Fuck St. Ide’s it’s an Old E thing baby
Strictly some of that Hennesee
Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it?
Fuck you capo. You ain’t in baby.
I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking
All that shit, when I come back, OK?
We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back
YOUNG BLACK MALE!

On my block hate your guts
Then you wonda why they stare
And call you slut.
It’s like your mind don’t understand
You don’t have to kill your
Dreams ploten’
Schemes on a man
Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open
Either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin’
I’m hearin’ rumors so you need to switch
And niggas wouldn’t call you bitch, I betcha.
Chorus
Verse Three: 2Pac
I guess times gettin’ hard
Even harder for you
Cuz, hey now, got a baby
On the way now
More money from the county
And thanks to the welfare
You’re about to
Get your hair done.
Got a dinner date
Can’t be late
Trick or treat, sweet thang
Got anotha trick to meet.
The way he did it
It was smooth
Plottin’ while he gamin’ you
So baby, peep tha rules.
I shoulda seen it in the first case
The worst case
I shoulda never called you back
In the first place.
I remember back in high school
Baby you was fast
Straight sex
And barely move your ass.
But now things change
Cuz you don’t look the same
Let the ghetto get the best of you
Baby, that’s a shame
Caught HIV and now you ’bout to be deceased
And finally be in peace.
So where your niggas at now
Cuz everybody left
They stepped
And left you on your own
See I loved you like a sista
But you died to quick
And that’s why we called U bitch, I betcha.
Chorus
Outro: 2Pac
Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker
Keep stressen me
Fuckin’ with a muthafucken mind
I figured you wanted to know
You know
Why we call them hos bitches
And maybe this might help you understand
It ain’t personal
Strictly business baby
Strictly business
So If you wonder why we call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch
If you wonder why we call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch

My time away just made perfection
Did you think I would die
I never got a single visit
Yet I carry on
All my old friends to busy now my money is gone
Said I got raped in jail picture that (laughing)
Revenge is a pay back bitch
Get your gat
Fuck Wendy Williams and I pay back, fuck you
On the next knit down your throat
For turning on me
Use to have love for me
Now they turning on me
Why me
Fat bitch can’t fuck with me, it’s thug life biatch, I use to have
Love for
Them but now they turing on me, why me, I fuck around put a hit on
Your fat
Ass, I’ll put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fatro, anybody seen
Wendy
William’s fat ass, why you always wearing Spandex, you fat bitch, I
Know your
Pussy stinks, you fat hoe, I’m putting Jenny Craig on you bitch, I’m
About to
Put a &20,000 dollar hit through Jenny Craig to come find your fat ass
And put
You in a fat farm bitch, thug life, outlawz, wetside, bitch, it’s
Tupac so you
Now who said it, and everybody who didn’t like what I said about that
Other
Trick Mob Deep, fuck you too nigga, ig the nigga didn’t want to get
Talked
About, he never should have stepped in the mothafuckn ring, if Tyson
Doesn’t
Want to get knocked out, he don’t step in the mothafuckn ring, that’s
How the
Shit goes, if Tyson get in the fuckn ring, he knocks mothafuckas out,
Well
That’s what Tupac going to do, when niggas come against me, I’m going
To knock
Their punk ass out, one way or the mothafuckn other, this own
Mothafucka is
Nigga and it’s outo nigga, theres more than one way to skin a gat,
Theres more
Than one way to shoot a gat, theres one more than one way to die
Nigga, when
I’m through everybody cry’s nigga, this is how we do it, why you’ll
Turning on
Me, why me

(2pac talking)
Heavenly Father
Heal a nigga down here
Who do u believe in who do u believe in

2pac
I see mothers in black crying
Brothers in packs dying
Plus everybodies high
Too doped up to ask whyW
Atching our on downfall
Witness the end, It’s like we don’t believe in Go
DCuz we living in sin
I asked my homie on the block
Why he strapped he laughed
Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blasted
It’s just another murder
Nobody mourns no more
My tear drops getting bigger
But can’t figure what I’m crying for
Is it the miniature caskets, little babies
Victims of a stray from drug dealers gone crazy
Maybe its just the drugs
Visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
Perhaps the underlying fact saty high
Explain genocide
Its when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror
We can’t escape fateThe end is getting nearer

[Chorus](Repeat 2x)[Tupac]
Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in god, blessed but still breathing
And even though it’s hard
Thats who I believe in, before I’m leaving
The mask and the grieving
Who do you believe in?

[Tupac]
Can’t close my eyez cuz all I see is terror
I hate the man in the mirror
Cuz his perfection makes the pain turn realer
Times of armageddon, murder in mass amounts
In this society where only getting the cash counts
I started out as a beginner
Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
I make my money and vacate, evade prison
Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven
And all the hennesey and weed can’t hide
The pain I feel inside
You know its like I’m living just to die
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy
Not knowing if I’m worthy
Living life thinking no man can hurt me
So I’m asking before I lay me down to sleep
Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me
My misery, I rose up from the slums
Made it out the flamesIn my search for fame will I change?
And I’m asking

[Chorus]

[Khadafi]
Faith in Allah, believe in me and its plastic
Cuz so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets
With they chest plates stretched like elastic
And whats worse I’m on front line
Holding down, camps still mashing
Heard my cousin one of the old heads from the block
Just came home October of 95
Back in Yardsville, stuck with a three to five
If he don’t act up, now he realize
If you don’t stay wise, then in this game you fucked
Talk to my baby girl
Give me the word on what she heard
One of the grimmies is snitching
Deamond a stool pigeon
I taked to him, he said he didn’t
My man said he did, in fact he sure
Cuz he just came home off bail

Our
Enemies
Come take a journey through my minds eye
You cross the game
Don’t explain nigga
Time to die
Say good bye
Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger
So right before you die
You pry before a bigger nigga
Dry your eyes
You was heartless
On your hits
Niggas love to scream peace
After they start some shit
Pay attention here the words to those that rob me
I murdered you
Then I run a train on Mob Deep
Don’t fuck with me
Nigga you barely living
Don’t you got single cell
See me having sezure on stage
You ain’t feeling well hell
How many niggas want to be involved
See I was only talking to Biggie
But I’ll kill all of you’ll
Then ?Ball? tell the rat to keep her mouth closed
Fuck around and get tossed up
By the fuckn Outlawz
Before I leave make sure everybody heard
Know I meant every mothafuckn word
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
Make sure everybody dies when we ride on our enemies x2

Hell I’m makin more money on the street from here in a cell
I’m livin proper, the coppers is havin fits
I just made the profit, you punks ain’t stoppin shit
I still remember my momma told me
Find the cop who killed your brother
Send him to Hell lookin homely
Cause a real nigga love the law
What’s raw is a nigga that’s above the law
Keep pressin your luck and get fucked, huh
Think a nigga don’t know whassup cause he’s locked up
But in the meantime, it’s get swoll get clean time
Concentrate on gettin green time
And as the years go by, they forgot
About the small time soldier from the block, huh
To kill the crook they threw the book at me
Don’t worry be nappy, don’t even look happy
Put me in the hole, gave me cold cuts
Did push-ups until I swoll up
And then they offer me a furlough
But what they don’t know as soon as I get free I’m killin five mo’
They asked me if I changed much
I told em ‘Yeah’ even though I’m still the same nut
They started askin my questions about my brother
And makin remarks about my mother, hmm
Wait a minute, hold up
Makin jokes about my folks’ll get yours blown up
They sent me back to the hole for what I told em
I guess he didn’t believe me, so I showed him
He went home to find a tragedy
Nigga, that’s what you get for tryin to badger me
And anybody else that wanna sweat me
I’m already in jail so you punks can’t get me
You better pray they never see me
Cause if they let me free, prepare for trouble on the streets.
When I get free
Chorus: When I get free (3X)
Chorus

Chorus
Heyyy, still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past
Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash
Quick call her collect, ain’t no respect on the other side
My cellmate’s suicidal cause his mother died
And my C.O. is a lady, and I’m thinkin maybe
Me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze
Cause she keep on callin me baby, to a young
Motherfucker facin eighty that’s enough to make me crazy
Now how long will it take, to get a hook
Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks
I devised a plan, I’m in the trunk while she drives
But man, ain’t no disguise I’ma die as a man
If we make it then I’m takin it to Hell
All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in a cell
Locked in jail, I couldn’t touch her so I planned, in misery
The nigga you don’t wanna see
Chorus 3X
When I get free, believe that shit
Yeah nigga fuck your cigarette, fuck that phone call motherfucker
I’ll be out this motherfucker in a few days
I’ll pay these bitches back in spades
Punk ass bastards, long as my AK flexes
We gonna play these bitches
That’s how we do this shit
Fuck that I’m out, C.O. turn the fuckin lights out!