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  1. beat music title'd, by angela madonna juliane`. rhymed, 10 age, 13 age, 16 age; 1989. a last verse. or so. or 1988. never before heard. Boom marcianou 2 pac phoenix Rock-Am Rakim Marciano Marci as in Mar Sea. vikikng one. vympiro ship. ma ov Deep, Mika`eL Rock Bells i be here`. poison, thorns believe in, midnite cowboy, i dunkin, ai to a-yo/ako-Be. -Roc Marcianou D'Anginou Johnny Depp

  2. I love the intro to this song. He is so right he saw both sides. Pac experience so much in a short LIFE. The difference between PAC and RAPPERS today is just that, they are just RAPPING, PAC was an artist a visionary he saw things people could never understand today even the way Society is the rappers today or just spitting words of no meaning about poppin bottles dropping dollars and asses PAC dropped knowledge. If people took the time to listen to what he was saying they would learn something. That is why PAC MUSIC LIVES ON TODAY. THOSE RAPPERS TODAY THEIR MUSIC HAS MEANING THAT'S WHY THEIR MUSIC DIES OR FADES OUT. IT DOES NOT SAY ANYTHING TO BE MEMORABLE.
    PAC LIVES ON TODAY ALL BECAUSE OF HIS MUSIC, HIS VOICE, HIS KNOWLEDGE OF THE WAY HE SAW THE WORLD. AND HE WAS NOT AFRAID TO SPEAK ON IT. HIS MUSIC WILL CONTINUE ON FOR GENERATIONS TO COME THEY WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER MESSENGER. LIKE 2 PAC. MAY YOU FOREVER LIVE ON THROUGH THE MUSIC YOU LEFT BEHIND.
    R.I.P. 🙏❤️

  3. They Called me Tupac… I spit fire filled verses, burning old rhetoric into ashes through Makaveli flames of self mutations cuz the whole world was born to mourn me 4ever. Killuminati the dawn till the end of times. Salute to ma Nigga Pacs.

  4. 2Pac – Fight Till The End (LYRICS).

    Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray

    [Verse 1: 2Pac]
    Increase the doses, bust on whoever closest
    Thug livin', hell of prison, never losin' my focus
    I'm makin' money moves mandatory, end of discussion
    My past records tell a story, picture niggas with rushin'
    And still bustin', 'til the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
    Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain
    I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legitly
    So I laugh til I'm cryin', when the Lord come get me
    No baby momma drama, nigga missed me
    Why plant seeds in a dirty bitch waitin' to trick me
    Not the life for me, livin' carefree 'til I'm buried
    And if they dare me, I'll bust on them niggas, and until they scurry I'm clearly
    And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
    Best believe they coming for my dogs in the morning
    And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
    Tell me will my niggas mourn me? Getting blowed out
    High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
    Strikes, walking close to my third, I live a trouble life
    And if you dream be a part of my team
    From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
    Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for busters
    Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler.
    I got mine! Fuck them other suckers! I got mine! Fuck them other suckers! That's the mentality.
    Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
    A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets
    I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me!
    The whole world done made a nigga crazy!
    I got my three-five-seven can't control it
    Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded
    Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
    Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick
    Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
    'Cause do or die gettin' high til they bury me
    Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
    Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
    She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
    Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
    And when I saw it on the news I see busta' girl killin' 'Tasha
    Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end
    It's my friends, that flip-flop
    Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
    Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots
    Every nigga on my block dropped two cops
    Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
    Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
    With my hands on the trigger, Thug nigga
    Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer.
    Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
    A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets
    I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me!
    The whole world done made a nigga crazy!
    I got my three-five-seven can't control it
    Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded
    Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
    Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick.
    Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
    A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets
    I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me!
    The whole world done made a nigga crazy!
    I got my three-five-seven can't control it
    Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded
    Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
    Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick.

    From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
    Selling dope to all the fiends, at times I want to cry
    And still, we try to change the past, in vain
    Never knowing if this game'll last, feeling ashamed
    Of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I selling my soul?
    Got tired of small time livin, niggas telling me no
    I got mine! Fuck them other suckers! That's the mentality
    Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us.

    And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
    Tell me will my niggas mourn me? Getting blowed out
    High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
    Strikes, walking close to my third, I live a trouble life
    And if you dream be a part of my team
    From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
    Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for busters
    Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler.
    Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
    A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets
    I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me!
    The whole world done made a nigga crazy!
    I got my three-five-seven can't control it
    Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded
    Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
    Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick.
    Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
    A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets
    I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me!
    The whole world done made a nigga crazy!
    I got my three-five-seven can't control it
    Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded
    Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
    Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick.

    Thanks For Watching.
    (TupacForLife)

  5. i lost once big love of my life , i lost trust of people and best friends , i lost best members of the family , i lost hopee , nowadays im practical nurse helping people who lost what i lost before and inspire them , still listen to every motivational song of u bro , thx 2pac for cleaning the sand out of our shoulders , pac forever , RIP bro

  6. Am a little over weight. One day I was coming home on my motorcycle when it broke down at 12am… I knew if I abandoned it, some of the travelers would mount it on their truck and steal it. So I play Tupac (thug theory remix) playlist and pushed that bike for over 8km socked in sweat. The song got spirit men, that charges you.

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