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2pac – Strugglin şarkı sözü


(Eat a dick up)

“Stick up, stick up, stick up kids…

still don’t nothin move but the money” — [Rakim]

[Verse One: Live Squad]

Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black man

Eatin the scams like I was motherfuckin Pac Man

Cops step off, you know the flavor

They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior

And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet

Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets

It’s like a madness, fuck making gravy

I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me

A little rough with a hardcore… theme

Couldn’t rough something rougher in your… dreams

Mad rugged so you know we’re gonna… rip

With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse

Representing YG’z yo

Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino

Seek and Po can’t forget Money Bags

Stickin up spots and jumpin in Jags

Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin

And always keep a hand on the gat

Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin

[Verse Two: Live Squad]

I used to be on tour, but now I’m sick of strugglin

I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglin

I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker

But I’d rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it

Look as I cut the records hard to eject

A quick clip threw my body down uhh! it’s another hit

I got energy to blast now you want the task here

Cuz of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up

But rugged and rough is how I’m steppin

Mac is the weapon, and it’s always kept in

Eye on the Mac cause the dogg got it goin on

If you come up steppin you’ll be lit like a hick

So you better chill, cause I got too much money to get

A street thug in the motherfuckin house, I’m strugglin

Get drunk but I don’t think

I’m just in it for the money, don’t be a punk snitch

When I yank up my gun, don’t run don’t bitch

Cause ya know if you do, you’ll be layin in a ditch

You’ll get your stupid ass blown out the frame

Cause I’m playing to win, and survive in the game

I’m strugglin

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang

Ain’t nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang

Guess who’s back, to put niggaz on they back

Till I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall back

I’m fifty niggaz deep beat sleep

with a Mossberg wrapped in my seats

three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz

Strugglin and strivin, that’s how the dough come

Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal

Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo

Much too high to read the signs, I’m blind

Clickin on the nine, out to get mine

I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom

Blowin motherfuckers to the moon

Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin

See me on the block, strugglin

And rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed

I get in niggaz ass, blast

Straight strugglin

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50 Cent – Gunz Come Out şarkı sözü


Chorus – 2X]

Y’all niggaz know (wut wut y’all niggaz know, know what I’m about)

Y’all niggaz know, find me at my do’ then the guns come out

[Verse 1]

I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine

Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind

They say I’m fuckin’ crazy, they think I’m out my mind

Cause I’m down to bust a nigga head all the time

Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll

In that new Rolls with the suicide doors

22 inch chrome, a nigga money low

You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown

You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own

You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome

The ice blowin’ my chain, blood blow in my veins

Blue still in the range, I’m doin’ my thang

The semi auto spray, run if you get away

I’ll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day

nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head

You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 2]

In the hood, hoopty, hat low, niggaz don’t know I’m around

Hop out, hit ‘em up, lay my murder game down

You see me in ya projects, 187′s in progress

Hard niggaz finna’ soften up when that lead touch ‘em

You cut ‘em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin’ em

Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed

Trust me, you don’t wanna feel how hollow tips feel

Fuck around and get ya cap peeled

nigga you know the drill, Brownsville

Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo

Feed the wolves, they eat the food

And they ?? fathom too

nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York

Gangstas who sign language and let their guns talk

Look homie, I’m cool with some bloods, I’m cool with some crips

I’m cool but if there’s a problem, nigga I got extra clips

I don’t know karate, but I split the bricks

I don’t love ‘em loverboy, we the shit bitch

[Chorus - 2X]

Y’all niggaz know (wut wut y’all niggaz know, know what I’m about)

Y’all niggaz know, find me at my do’ then the guns come out

[Verse 3]

I’ll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya

In case your dumbass wanna tussle

AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle

Scope, infra-red, run you’re still dead

Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head

Contract killa, murder for the scrilla

Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga

Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga

Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy

You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready

No exception to the rule, death is promised

Plus I just bought my niggaz new macs and llamas

Got respect for you, my knife will acommodate you

One phone call and niggaz will exterminate you

No future fuckin’ with me, there’s no tomorrow

niggaz’ll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest

[Chorus - 2X]

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10 Years – Running In Place şarkı sözü


The sounds bounce around

The noise just drowns me out

To fast to focus, nothing is showing

Any sign of slowing down

Dreams feed to me

In the form of a magazine

I can’t control it, channels have chosen

What I’m supposed to be

It’s hopeless

As far as I can see

There’s no rest

‘Cause we’re stuck on repeat

Stand here and wait for the world to finally stop

Running in place, chasing after what we

Don’t need, keep running

I’ll stand here and wait for the world

Bright flashing lights

The ads just fill me eyes

Colors colliding, voices inviting

Me to buy a better life

She speaks to me

He knows just what I mean

I can’t control it, I have to own it

Everything is made of green

It’s hopeless

As far as I can see

There’s no rest

‘Cause we’re stuck on repeat

Stand here and wait for the world to finally stop

Running in place, chasing after what we

Don’t need, keep running

I’ll stand here and wait for the world

For the world to finally stop

Chasing after what we want

Take it all away, flush it all away

We won’t change

I’ll stand here and wait for the world to finally stop

Running in place, chasing after what we

Don’t need, keep running

I’ll stand here and wait for the world

For the world to stop

For the world to stop

For the world to stop

For the world to finally stop

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