I remember walking to tower records to buy this album. i remember pagers, walkmans, discmans, drinking 40s. Listening to this on my way to class in 97. The 90s came and went. It was a dope era for us. Shout out to my thugs who was there putting it down and one love to those that didn’t make it. Pac forever ✌️
That´s right. Never delete your account Cvince, let generations of thugs and real motherfuckers bump this shit into eternity and beyond. Stay true to your people youngstas bump Pac every now and then, Killuminati when you can, and pray to God to bless the dead. Hail Mary, peace.
Dope beat makes me kick back at times and just think about life in general. The producers of this album are underrated, Daryl Harper and Hurt M Badd shout out to them.
Trail Blazing, What are ya some kinda punk ass busta. It's smokin' dat shit not smoking that good stuff. Nigga, dont make me come down der and whip yo ass.
this song is so deep and meaningful that even when you hear 👂 the beat by itself you still can hear Pac flowing softly somewhere far away. ""don't have to bump this but please respect it""
Wow i usually hate remakes, especially tupac remakes, but this is incredible. This has the essence of the original yet seemed modernized, yet old school. I love the the added guitar string, that gives it an 80`s feel yet feels modern
One of the greatest Pac songs. Bought this CD when it came out used to bump so loud in the dorm got all my CDs and stereo taken by the dean. Thug life!
Time goes by, puffin on lye Hopin that it gets me high Got a nigga goin cra-zy Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy (Tell 'em bout it) [2Pac] Last year was a hard one, but life goes on Hold my head against the wall learnin right from wrong They say my ghetto intrumental, detrimental to kids As if they can't see the misery in which they live Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it Don't have to bump this but please respect it I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin blinded Hennesey got me feelin bad, time to stop drinkin Rollin, in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin? Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smoke I came a long way but still I got so far to go Dear mama, don't worry; I'ma watch for snakes Tell Setchu, that I love her, but it's hard to take I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was [Chorus - repeat 2X] (One, two, three, four) [2Pac] I see bloods and crips runnin up the hill Lookin for a better wayyyyyy.. My brothers and sisters it's time to bail cause even thug niggaz prayyyyyy.. Hopin God hear me, I entered the game; look how much I changed I'm no longer innocent - casualties of fame Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face when I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land Your only son done became a man Watchin time fly; I love my people do or die But I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly June 1-6, '7-1, the day mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga get paid." No one can understand me - the black sheep Outcasted from my family, now packin heat I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon.. [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Bad Ass] God help me out here, cause I'm posessed I need the root of all evil for my stress Cause money's like a stong prescription drug, it's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted Somethin bout the paper wit the pictures of the president's, head Damn, it's like a motherfuckin plague that spread It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse I keep my head on straight, makin money cause it's cursed Makin money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die A lot of my, peers didn't make it to the years to come Did life doin right, or did life livin dumb Who has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my elders They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya or tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road (Why?) Cause they don't even know A million thangs run through my mind.. You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin time.. [Chorus - repeat 2X] {*Chorus repeats while Tupac speaks below*| [2Pac] I feel fucked up in this bitch. I smoked half a ounce to the head Chocolate tye, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha, all that shit I'm fucked up in this motherfucker, and Hennesey don't help and Hennesey don't help - Thug Passion in this muh'fucker Makaveli the Don puttin it down to the fullest, maximum overload 3 Day Theory - Killuminati to your body with the impact of a 12 gauge shotty Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs One time for my niggaz in the jail cell (One time for my niggaz locked up) One time for my niggaz doin life in hell (One time for my niggaz and shit, one time) One time for my niggaz in the jail cell (One time) One time for my niggaz doin life in hell (One time for my niggaz locked down) One time for my niggaz in the jail cell (For my niggaz locked up, one time) One time for my niggaz on Death Row (One time for my niggaz on the Row) For my niggaz on Death Row One time for my niggaz livin, broke (Westside, California style, L.A.!) One time for my niggaz livin, broke (You know what time it is, no doubt) One time for my niggaz in the.. jail cell (Get high, puffin on lye, wonder if it get me high)
Dj CVince I been likeing this shit for like 4 years now. You are the best in youtube.Are you still cool with 2Real you guys made some good music together. Much love and Respect
Mama forgive me for the pain I caused heart if I was rich i would help you but don't fall apart, dear sister i miss ya hoping God can fix your eyes and bless ya no more contemplating on Satan lies while your dreams are singing rockabye bye sis look up and you'll see his name written in the sky
Thanks for this!! I just met this girl last week, and I wrote her a 32 bar verse to this, called "Girl For The Summer." I've been bumpin' this track (the real song) all week so I figured I might as well write to it, plus it matches the concept good 'cuz it's a chillin' ass beat. Gotta love real Hip-Hop!!
People acting shady Lifestyle brazy, This Liqour got me wavey Sheddin unconditional love On my babies, Hoping they be proud of me When they all grown up Check mysituation Before you judge me for affiliation I was Addicted to drugs ARound brothers that didn't give a fck Fresh Out on probation Fiending for the funds Cos I love seeing them sums Stack up, Fat like a blunt Packet of skunk Zippin the liquor I'm drunk I swear need a vaction I Seen to many murders And to many paigons The streets full of hatred
we use to run/thru the streets/use to hussle/jus to eat/wildn out/smokin weed/runnin/from police/ I /use to bump Makaveli/zone out/and/get high/conversate/thinkin/what if/Pac never died/soundtrack/to our lives/i made it/to the penn/writin/to my little brother/ill/be home/again/lost/homies/along the way/so now/we bow/our heads/and pray/me and K/standin/in the rain/gettin blazed...like YoungK said..this was real life..R.I.P TUPAC SHAKUR
He did trust in God at the end of the day. it was just normal and human of him to show his fears and emotions through expressing the obstacles that he faced throughout his life that God himself made him face. Just like God makes all mankind face. Tupacs stories and past are relatable to every man and woman he ever wrote a song for. Gone but will always be appreciated! 2PAC lives on! So be influenced to do better things family!
hrow me a cigarette, dawg! They got me feelin' crazier than a motherfucker I got Bad Azz in this motherfucker Puffin' on lye, hopin' that it get me high Got a nigga goin' crazy Oh yeah, I feel crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga goin' crazy Oh yeah, I feel crazy Last year was a hard one, but life goes on Bumpin' my head against the wall, learnin' right from wrong They say my ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids As if they can't see the misery in which they live Blame me for the outcome, ban my records, check it Don't have to bump this, but please respect it I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin' blinded Hennessy got me feelin' bad, time to stop drinkin' Rollin' in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin'? Sittin' in my car, watch the stars and smoke I came a long way, but still I got so far to go Dear mama, don't worry, I'mma watch for snakes Tell Setchu that I love her, but it's hard today I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks This what came out when I tried to speak, all I heard was Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga going' crazy I feel crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga goin' crazy I feel crazy I see Bloods and Crips runnin' up the hill Lookin' for a better way My brothers and sisters, it's time to bail 'Cause even thug niggas pray Hopin' God hear me, I entered the game Look how much I changed I'm no longer innocent, casualties of fame Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face When I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land Your only son done became a man Watchin' time fly, I love my people, do or die But I wonder why we scared to let each other fly June 1-6, '71, the day Mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga, get paid!" No one can understand me, the black sheep Outcasted from my family, now packin' heat I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!) Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga goin' crazy I feel crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga goin' crazy I feel crazy (Crazy) God, help me out here, 'cause I'm possessed I need the root of all evil for my stress 'Cause money's like a strong prescription drug It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted Somethin' about the paper with the pictures of the president's head, damn, It's like a motherfuckin' plague that spread It's epidemic, forgotten, forgotten it got worse I keep my head on straight, makin' money 'cause it's cursed Makin' money makes a difference day by day So I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die A lot of my peers didn't make it to the years to come Did life doin' right or did life livin' dumb Who has the answers? I wonder, I turn to my elders They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya Or tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road (Why?) 'Cause they don't even know A million things run through my mind (Through my mind) You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time (You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time) Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga goin' crazy I feel crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga goin' crazy I feel fucked up in this bitch I smoked half a ounce to the head. Chocolate Thai, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha, all that shit! I'm fucked up in this motherfucker And Hennessy don't help And Hennessy don't help Thug Passion in this muh'fucker Makaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest Maximum overload 3 Day Theory, Killuminati to your body With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs One time for my niggas in the jail cell, (One time for my niggas locked up) One time for my niggas doin' life in Hell, (One time for my niggas and shit, one time) One time for my niggas in the jail cell (One time) One time for my niggas doin' life in Hell (One time for my niggas locked down) One time for my niggas on Death Row (One time for my niggas on the Row) For my niggas on Death Row One time for my niggas livin' broke (Westside, California style, LA!) One time for my niggas livin' broke (You know what time it is, no doubt) One time for my niggas in the jail cell (Get high, puffin' on lye) Wonder if it get me high, yeah
that lost in space hit in the stars take it back beyond this universe puts it down wit another verse smoking on pluto lime tight money plain in sight brings out the darkest night haterz scatter in fright cant believe it im still breathen stills got too bust mine till the clip empties to much to live for sit back an collect royalties off street politics an all we get big face bills aint shit unless very one gotta eat
"A million things run through my mind You ain't gotta b in jail 2 b doin time...(you ain't gotta b in jail, remember this, doin time!)" takes me back to 12 yrs old
the world getting faster never have money to last walking through streets breaking down poverty moving so fast my past check up after a million i ask whats next and love aint no were you can get without i feel like im the last one left for my homies thats in a rest thug tears for freedom walks of nations
@thakeys218 you can feel it in ur soul this rite here is a classic funeral music mane this goes so hard this song makes you look into heaven and reminisce on the dead homies mane this song make you wanna cry and make you wanna go back into time and save ur lost one and love ones i bet you if you took a picture out and look at it and played this song while you was looking at it i bet you a tear will form in ur eye
Livening a time Wher computers And phones control the game U never no who’s listening Watching on ther ends Times so hard u don’t who’s ur real friends In the ends Now I see I miust rise above Work hard All night n day So I can rhyme this Way make money This way then Helps all like I said
LYRICS Throw me a cigarette, dawg! They got me feelin' crazier than a motherfucker I got Bad Azz in this motherfucker Puffin' on lye, hopin' that it get me high Got a nigga goin' crazy Oh yeah, I feel crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga goin' crazy Oh yeah, I feel crazy Last year was a hard one, but life goes on Bumpin' my head against the wall, learnin' right from wrong They say my ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids As if they can't see the misery in which they live Blame me for the outcome, ban my records, check it Don't have to bump this, but please respect it I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin' blinded Hennessy got me feelin' bad, time to stop drinkin' Rollin' in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin'? Sittin' in my car, watch the stars and smoke I came a long way, but still I got so far to go Dear mama, don't worry, I'mma watch for snakes Tell Setchu that I love her, but it's hard today I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks This what came out when I tried to speak, all I heard was Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga going' crazy I feel crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga goin' crazy I feel crazy I see Bloods and Crips runnin' up the hill Lookin' for a better way My brothers and sisters, it's time to bail ‘Cause even thug niggas pray Hopin' God hear me, I entered the game Look how much I changed I'm no longer innocent, casualties of fame Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face When I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land Your only son done became a man Watchin' time fly, I love my people, do or die But I wonder why we scared to let each other fly June 1-6, '71, the day Mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga, get paid!" No one can understand me, the black sheep Outcasted from my family, now packin' heat I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!) Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga goin' crazy I feel crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga goin' crazy I feel crazy (Crazy) God, help me out here, ‘cause I'm possessed I need the root of all evil for my stress ‘Cause money's like a strong prescription drug It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted Somethin' about the paper with the pictures of the president's head, damn, It's like a motherfuckin' plague that spread It's epidemic, forgotten, forgotten it got worse I keep my head on straight, makin' money ‘cause it's cursed Makin' money makes a difference day by day So I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die A lot of my peers didn't make it to the years to come Did life doin' right or did life livin' dumb Who has the answers? I wonder, I turn to my elders They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya Or tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road (Why?) ‘Cause they don't even know A million things run through my mind (Through my mind) You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time (You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time) Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga goin' crazy I feel crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a nigga goin' crazy I feel fucked up in this bitch I smoked half a ounce to the head. Chocolate Thai, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha, all that shit! I'm fucked up in this motherfucker And Hennessy don't help And Hennessy don't help Thug Passion in this muh'fucker Makaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest Maximum overload 3 Day Theory, Killuminati to your body With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs One time for my niggas in the jail cell, (One time for my niggas locked up) One time for my niggas doin' life in Hell, (One time for my niggas and shit, one time) One time for my niggas in the jail cell (One time) One time for my niggas doin' life in Hell (One time for my niggas locked down) One time for my niggas on Death Row (One time for my niggas on the Row) For my niggas on Death Row One time for my niggas livin' broke (Westside, California style, LA!) One time for my niggas livin' broke (You know what time it is, no doubt) One time for my niggas in the jail cell (Get high, puffin' on lye) Wonder if it get me high, yeah
You never had a friend like me evaluating these enemies that be spending and chopping the city look to the stars up high in the sky space aging wondering why death laugh at us tripping this song am flipping laugh at us balling dropping the real drill the discussion you HATA AINT nothing to remove out of the way grilling chilling SKILLING WITH my FAM dance with us
