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2Pac, OUTLAWZ - War Games (Daz Dillinger Version)

Acapella - 2Pac & Big Syke, Hussein Fatal, O.F.T.B. - The Struggle Continues
Instrumental:  MC Lyte - Poor Georgie

2Pac ft. Big Syke, Hussein Fatal, O.F.T.B. - The Struggle Continues (Poor Georgie Remix)

2Pac - Late Night (OG 1) (ft. DJ Quik & AMG)

Johnny J Remix [Remaster]

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2Pac - When I Get Free (Johnny J Version)

Tupac - Good Life (OG)

Tupac - PO NIGGA BLUES (OG)

Greatest Hits

California Love (Original Version) [feat. Roger Troutman & Dr. Dre]

2Pacalypse Now

Brenda's Got A Baby

The Best of 2Pac

Dear Mama (Remix) [feat. Anthony Hamilton]

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z...

Keep Ya Head Up

One of his deepest tracks. Thug Life shit!!

2PACALYPSE & MR. MAKAVELI

2Pac- Can't Turn Back OG

2Pac - Crooked Nigga Too OG (Alternate Version 1) (Unreleased) (Best Quality)

Produced By: Johnny J
[Intro]
Young mothers (that's right)
I feel ya (hey)
I know how it is
Mama's just a little girl (just a little girl)
Don't nobody understand
I feel ya

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
She was born a heavy set girl with pigtails and curls
A heart full of gold, still it won't change the world
Though she could never understand why
Some underhanded plans witnessed a man die
Was only fifteen, should have been a beauty queen, still
See her cryin' by the caskets when her parents got killed
Little girl don't cry, cuz even though they died
You can best believe they're watchin' over thee from the sky
Never asked for this misery, but look at what you're gettin'
It's a blessin' in disguise when you find out you're pregnant
No money, no home, and even though you're all alone
You gots to do this on your own, so baby gone
I wish you luck and if you need me, call
Just come to me and let me feed you all
I can understand the way it feels when you're fightin' the world
Facin' all this drama when Mama's just a little girl

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
At sixteen
What a beautiful thing, the very essence of a jet-black ebony queen
And who could tell she'd get pregnant at an early age? (what?!)
She didn't listen, had sex, watch her belly raise (hey)
Got violated by someone she dated
If this is fate, I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we waited
Though it takes time to build a body and a mind
She reclines nine months then finally it's time
What do we find?, little growin' boy of mine
With a tortured soul, addicted to a life of crime
Had no time for the growin' stage
He learned his values on the streets at an early age
Watch for police, don't come home (why?)
Cuz Mama's actin' crazy at the hospit-al
'bout to have another baby
Like a rose from the concrete, growin' within
Blessed with twins how the hell can Mama raise three men?
So we began, closest family, such insanity
A happy home, from one act of inhumanity
Plus Mama said the seed was corrupted
Used to rub Her belly, beggin' us to breathe and she'd loved us
Now, Mama, sits quiet, sippin' peppermint Schnapps
Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey)
How could Mama bring a thug like me in this world?
She ain't the cause of all the drama
Cause Mama's just a little girl

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now, will she remain in the same spot?
The gunshots rang, they came from the 'caine spot
Now, look here, I see her clutchin' her son in her arms, she's hurt
Her heart bleeds, now she watched her seed die in the dirt
Fulfilled prophecy
But who could stop the grief I walk around, tryin' to hold the world, up on top of me
I'd probably be an innocent man, still I'm the victim of a curse
What could be worse?, nothing but pain, since my birth
Only functions at the Pen', cuz everybody's in
Payin' back society, I'm guilty of a life of sin
I watch the drama occur, my eyes blur before I jetted
I wonder why we all have to die 'fore we get it
Though we shed tears, so many peers I've done buried
Worried and scared, knowin' I'ma see the cemetery
Must be prepared, in this cold world, no one cares
No! It ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share
In this land of the underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a nigga havin' G's in hand
Mama told me not to be a punk
Fuck what you talkin' about, coward, what you niggas want? (hey)
There ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my Mama in this world
Cause you know I ain't mad at cha, you're just a little girl (Heyheyy)
Hell naw,(that's right) see mama's just a little girl (Mama's just a little girl)

2Pac - Mama’s Just A Little Girl OG (Unreleased) (Best Quality)

The OG was on the B-Side of the promo Hellrazor out in 1993.
Remixed in R U Still Down (1997)
The Intro is "Edited" in by Gho5t. 
[Intro] Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain’t shit
That nigga ain’t from muhfuckin’ New York
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo nigga man fuck ‘Pac that nigga West Coast
That fucker that always with them New York niggas
Seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain’t from the West Coast
Man fuck ‘Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain’t really down
Rapin’ ass nigga I didn’t do it fuck it with that nigga
Fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
And fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga

*laughing*
Thug style out this, motherfucker, niggas, throw ya hands in the air
If you got jeep make ya speakers pop
I want motherfuckin’ police tryin’ to pull niggas over on this one
We takin’ this one to the whole ‘nother level gutter style thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G
We ain’t dead yet

[Verse 1] Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin’ to hide ya hoes
I’m gettin’ high off buddha cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
And who me? A nigga livin’ life like a G
In that artillery keepin’ niggas off of me
I can’t sleep livin’ in these wicked times, peep
Niggas after me cause they see I’m stackin’ G’s and heat
You can holler if you want to, please!!
I ain’t runnin’ with no punk crew be, bleed!!
Enemies and my range is on, you’re in the danger zone
My fuckin’ game is strong, now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin’ and bustin’ them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin, Down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles

[Hook] These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style

[Verse 2] I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It’s like they stuck from makin’ niggas duck from Glocks
And all the time, my mind’s full of thoughts of ends
I’m still rollin’ my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucker screamin’ like the demon’s inside
Will ’em away in the mornin’, only the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die
Cemetery full of brothers I buried it’s goin’ down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild
I came up out this dust with my heartless style

[Hook] These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style

[Verse 3] I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss
Listenin’ to Mr. Magic
Cuttin’ up the hits And even though I had a habit
Makin’ words rhyme I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin’ but truth
Halloween throwin’ eggs from the project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G’s with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab Remember mama’s cookin’, no school straight hookin’
And tryin’ to get with light skinned cause she good lookin’
And jumpin’ over turnstiles cause we ain’t payin’
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin’
I’m prayin’ I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style

R U Still Down? [remember me] CD1 OG

2Pac - Thug Style OG (Unreleased) (Best Quality)

Produced by: Johnny J
2Pac is speaking directly to the media, New York rappers and everyone else he believed was against him and trying to ruin his name. He wants them to stay out of his business and let him live his life.

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Started with five shots, niggas plottin' to kill him
Never figured that that same nigga sell five million
Hit the charts like a madman, nothin' but hits
Court cases got a nigga facin' multiple digits
Dodgin' cop cars, look at how we come so far
Picture a high school drop-out rollin a double R
House full of happiness, weed and drank
Way out, so when trouble tried to find me – can't
Never visioned livin' longer than my twenty first
Thought I'd be locked down, cracked out, or in the dirt
And though it hurts to see the change, it comes with the fame
Watch for gossip and the silly games
To all the motherfuckers speakin' down on me, this is the night
Why's everybody caught up in Pac's life?
To all y'all niggas
Why y'all conversatin' in my life?

[Hook: 2Pac]
This is Pac’s life
And everybody needs to chill
Cause this is Pac’s life
Player haters want to see me killed
Pac’s life
Only real niggas stay on top
Now all these niggas is mad at me
Cause they can’t live like Pac

2Pac - Mama’s Just A Little Girl OG (Unreleased) (Best Quality)

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