2Pac Lyrics
2Pac Lyrics
"2Pac + Outlawz---High Speed Lyrics"
Absolve Lyrics
Torn to shreds in agony Your words pierced me This is my therapy You cannot imagine this pain within myself I drown in shards, my soul is glass A child shatters and falls to the ground Just another number to sweep away and forget I can never forget I can't forget You look into my eyes You see my feelings have changed My blood has run cold and I feel for you no longer To me you would be as The dead would be to me Dead Every breath drawn like my last No savior can slavage my past As you savior bleeds so do I As a child you put your pain in me Your selfishness has left me in ruins Well, look at you now This torture suffering I c
Torn to shreds in agony Your words pierced me This is my therapy You cannot imagine this pain within myself I drown in shards, my soul is glass A child shatters and falls to the ground Just another number to sweep away and forget I can never forget I can't forget You look into my eyes You see my feelings have changed My blood has run cold and I feel for you no longer To me you would be as The dead would be to me Dead Every breath drawn like my last No savior can slavage my past As you savior bleeds so do I As a child you put your pain in me Your selfishness has left me in ruins Well, look at you now This torture suffering I c
[E.D.I Amin]
I speak
For all my niggaz livin' in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright
[2Pac + E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
Fuck the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
Fuck doin' time
[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, niggaz decieve swiftly
Look at you now, why you wanna hang out?
I pull the hammer back
Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' back out
They blast but I'm still standin'
Slightly scarred deep
Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul
Though my life was hard with no remorse
I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss
Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless
Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless
And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews
We all about our past, blast if he break the rules
Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heavensent
Switched like a stone-bitch, turned str8 severed then, why?
Then they wonder why niggaz die
Put your family in danger just to get high
Now, what the hell can we get from jail?
More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell
Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jailhouse
Open your safe count and take all your mail out
Whatever happens happen
Painted Black Lyrics
Confused creature, shedding its skin With an identity loss, yet it tries to fit in Disobeying natures laws, it chooses its way On a path of destruction, to shades of gray Rebelling against its peers, trying to be what its not A creature of sickness, on sight it should be shot With no pride in its past, or faith in its kind How many more will follow with their brainwashed minds Chorus You're an insult to my race Come near, I'll spit in your face If there's no questions, there's no answers So don't ask me why Just look in the mirror mother fucker You're living a lie Painted black Changing your speech, to the slang of your colored crew Behind your back, they will
sConfused creature, shedding its skin With an identity loss, yet it tries to fit in Disobeying natures laws, it chooses its way On a path of destruction, to shades of gray Rebelling against its peers, trying to be what its not A creature of sickness, on sight it should be shot With no pride in its past, or faith in its kind How many more will follow with their brainwashed minds Chorus You're an insult to my race Come near, I'll spit in your face If there's no questions, there's no answers So don't ask me why Just look in the mirror mother fucker You're living a lie Painted black Changing your speech, to the slang of your colored crew Behind your back, they will
Whoever falls dies
We fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride
In times like these, chronic and tie weed
Puffin' through these High Speedz
And people say
Chorus (2Pac):
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
[Yaki Kadafi]
Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin'
I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic
No need to push me to slippin'
I love beef, like pussy and pistols
For all you pussies that's soft as tissue
I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof
Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof
Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine
Get that ass attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind
Grab your shots', callin'
Catchin niggaz while they stormin'
Kickin' his door in
And get your whole fuckin' family a' mournin'
Plus all you itchy-bitchy types can't touch me
Frontin' like your hard
I'll play your fuckin' yard like a trussel
Chorus (2Pac):
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
Whatcha gonna do when
The True Story Of What Was Lyrics
Words and music by Ani DiFranco The light blue flickering rhythm Of the neighbor's big console T.V. Is basking on the ceiling Of another insomniac spree And outside sleep's open window Between the drops of rain History is writing a recipe book For every earthly pain Oh to clean up the clutter of echoes Coming in and out of focus Words spoken Like locusts Sing and sing In my head And thing is They often seem In my memory's long dream To be superfluous to The true story of what was Cuz Real is real regardless Of what you try to say Or say away Real is real relentless While words distract and dismay Words that change their
ou get outta jail?Words and music by Ani DiFranco The light blue flickering rhythm Of the neighbor's big console T.V. Is basking on the ceiling Of another insomniac spree And outside sleep's open window Between the drops of rain History is writing a recipe book For every earthly pain Oh to clean up the clutter of echoes Coming in and out of focus Words spoken Like locusts Sing and sing In my head And thing is They often seem In my memory's long dream To be superfluous to The true story of what was Cuz Real is real regardless Of what you try to say Or say away Real is real relentless While words distract and dismay Words that change their
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
[E.D.I Amin]
At times, I look through times wit' so much anger
Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' bringin' me the danger
No singal hard time is a good one
At times I'm amazed
Now what the mutha fuck a hood done
What we do to get paid
All day, for the almighty, dollar
Don't even bother to holla
We all destined to be swallowed
By the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more
Niggaz is dying tommorrow
We, bet on all time
Nigga the clocks tickin'
Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin
Cops sittin', politicians passin' laws you ain't knowin'
Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it
Keep your dough up
But I ain't goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' paper
Man, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that shit later
Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze
Lets get blowed out High Speed til the end of my dayz
Now my people say
Chorus (2Pac): repeat 5X
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
[2Pac]
High Speedz (we goin' all night)
Life of an Outlaw, ghetto starz (we goin' all night)
(Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
The Temptations (Lead: David Ruffin) Words & Music by Smokey Robinson and Warren "Pete" Moore The sun is shining, there's plenty of light (oh yeah) A new day is dawning, sunny and bright (oh yeah) But after I've been crying all night The sun is cold, and the new day seems old Since I lost my baby. (Since I lost my baby.) Oh, since I lost my baby. (Oh, since I lost my baby.) The birds are singing and the children are playing There's plenty of work and the bosses are paying Not a sad word should a young heart be saying But fun is a bore and with money I'm poor. Since I lost my baby. (Since I lost my baby.) Oh, since I lost my baby. (Oh, since I lost my baby.) N
For my niggaz on the WestSide and the EastSide
And the NorthSide and the SouthSide
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From Compton to Jersey
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Gettin' it real hard
Niggaz in Michigan, (M.O.B nigga, M.O.B)
From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From St. Louis to Alabama
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego
Seattle to Florida
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
Maine to Mass, haha
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Food and Sex
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
High Speedz
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby!
[E.D.I Amin]
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