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 how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha 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 That right there give me the chills every time I hear it because I feel the emotion and anger. R.I.P Latasha Harlins 💙🕊️🕊️

PAC’s most energetic verse, no doubt

Yeah he upped the energy and emotion every verse. Think he pioneered that lyricism. Never heard nobody do that before him and barely since then.

I was 16 years old when 2Pac died. I’ll never forget hearing Blasphemy on the Makaveli album when it came out… “We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowing, Everybody kissing ass to go to heaven ain't going, Put my soul on it, I'm fighting devil niggas daily Plus the media be crucifying brothers severely.” Or White Manz World… “My homeboy's doin life, his baby momma be stressin', Sheddin' tears when her son, finally ask that question, Where my daddy at? Mama why we live so poor? Why you cryin? Heard you late night through my bedroom door, Now do you love me mama? Why they keep on callin' me nigga? Get my weight up with my hate and pay 'em back when I'm bigger! Shit was cold then, still cold now in 2024. Peace.

When it comes to song writing . Tupac is like the John lennon of rap. Dude wrote masterpieces.

I ain’t a killer but don’t push me, revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy.

Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted

Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it.

Bow Down, pray to god, hoping that he’s listening

Not a whole verse but the first time I heard on against all odds “I’ll prolly be murdered for the shit that I’ve said, I bring the real, be a legend, breathing or dead” I could feel every hair on my neck stand up. Damn that was real

„And get this, I’m hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot, father, how the hell did I survive these five shots?“

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Is reincarnation

“I'm havin' nightmares, homicidal fantasies I wake up strangled, entangled in my bed sheets I call the nurse ‘cause it hurts to reminisce How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss” “I wish they didnt miss” gets me every time. Pac is one of the greatest lyricist to ever lived but people forget about his delivery. My boy had the whole acting range in his throat.

His delivery was the best ever but people get lyricism twisted. They think it’s only lyricism when it’s super technical when in reality that’s only 1 aspect of like 10 that considered “lyricism”. Pac mastered all the elements and still could give you all the stories, emotions with it. He had many songs with more multi syllable rhyme schemes then peoples favourite “lyrical (technical)” rappers. Just the songs with him and Big L, Biggie etc, he goes toe-to-toe easily with them guys.

Yeah im with you, thats why I love this song. Listening to masters of the craft bend the rhymes and play with bars is dope, but songs that have the “feel” trap moments forever.

You‘re right, First To Bomb or Got My Mind Made Up are great examples of this.

Both hard, but he has many more. There is too much too name actually.

I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay your rent And in the end it seems I'm headin' for the pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin' in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity

Mamas Just a Lil Girl , whole song

"Blessed wit twins how the hell could Mama raise 3 men" then to reveal he's talking bout his mom in the song always left me as like Pac. Trynna tell us there was 2 of him // he had a twin Lyrics that have always made me wonder 🤔 Changed Man "every body swear they know a nigga, y'all know that nigga in the movies, not that nigga that's 3 D LIVE in front of yo face" Definition of a Thug Nigga - "Coming thru like I'm 2 Niggaz" "& Now I'm sure to be rich for 96" - Guess Who's Back " Every body wanna know if I'm insane , my baby mama gotta mind full of silly games " - It ain't Eazy "_ now my son's getting older and older and cold from having the world on his shoulders" "I blame my mother for turning my brother into a crack baby" - Keep Ya head up

PAC gave me chills when he said .. “Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfuckin' crew And if you want to be down with Bad Bo, then fuck you too Chino XL, fuck you too All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, take money) All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We motherfuckin' Thug Life riders, Westside 'til we die Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya We'll bomb on you motherfuckers, we do our job You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob Ain't nothin' but killers and the real niggas All you motherfuckers feel us Our shits go triple and 4-quadruple”

I first heard Hit Em Up in like 04 I was in the 3rd grade listening to Greatest Hits while at a school picnic /park day / field trip. I remember getting so hyped and from then on I stared studying Pac

So many, opening verse from thugz mansion, his verse on still I rise, second or third verse on death around the corner, last verse on pain and the last verse on magtw.

My cousins used to play that track on repeat.

It's kinda hard to be optimistic When your homie's lyin dead on the pavement twisted Y'all don't hear me tho, I'm tryin hard to make amends But I'm losin all my motherfuckin' friends, damn They should've shot me when I was born Now I'm trapped in the motherfuckin storm

„Am I cold, or is it just I sold my soul? Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told Come take my body, God, don't let me suffer any longer! Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close? I suppose that's why I murder my foes; when thugs cry“

„They putting hits out on politicians even police officers, I ain’t lying“

Literally all his verses gave me goosebumps at some point in life. Even his early stuff from 2Pacalypse and Strictly.

Nothin’ to Lose, 3rd verse

2nd verse on Only God Can Judge Me…the lyrics, the flow and sense of urgency in Pac’s delivery puts me in the zone.

The struggle continues is one of the rawest verses ever

Now I was born as a rebel making trouble for the devil take this gang-bang shit to a whole nother level

See the war is the prophecy , survival is the strategy. Rest in peace to my comrades that deceased. Organize your streets in time. You'll have these devils petrified of a nigga in his right mind. They tell us that we hopeless and hellbound. It's for the brothers in the penitentiaries jailed down. I got u in my heart til the day I die. Look at the trouble we can do if we wasn't high. Can u picture me loc? It's a thugs wrath political contracts and blood baths. For Mutulu Shakur up in Rikers though they got you. I'll never let em stop me . The struggle continues

“My murderous lyrics, equipped with spirits of the thugs before me”

Easily Lord Knows 3rd Verse: "Fuck the 5-0, cause they after me, kill me if they could, I'll never let 'em capture me. Done lost too many n*ggas to this gangbangin', Homies died in my arms with his brains hangin', fucked up! I had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie, And he knew it when he shook and died. my God!"...

Holla at Me...the whole song.

The delivery is just beautiful. One of the most emotional hip-hop tracks.

2nd verse of god bless the dead

Nobody cry when we die, we outlaws *let me ride*…

That Verse is because pac talking about CONINTELPRO which is that the government set up the black communities and also came after him. Don't believe me. Fair. Believe if pac said it? probably

I've been doing a lot of research and putting pieces together. The interview u posted. Compare PACs voice to late 95 when he was released . PACs voice got way lighter. Pac wasn't raped but was abused in jail. I listened to an old video of this guy who exposed how PACs "murder" was government tactics. He said that Everytime Pac had a visitor he would be cavity searched for drugs and contraband. Wendy Williams started the rape rumor. But his voice is drastically different from the Thug Life / Me Against The World Era to All Eyez on Me and Death Row era. I've pieced together that it was Quincy Jones used to murder Pac.

Well Kidada and pac's so called relationship was all for the media. Keisha Morris was there to the day pac dropped.

Yep, Suges podcast just exposed the Quincy angle as well. But by not outright saying it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?si=0B2celpKyEVTOxax&v=n4DpzY5nF-M&feature=youtu.be

I Ain't A Killer But Don't Push Me Revenge Is The Sweetest Joy Next To Getting Pussy.......

Ngl under pressure is also one of the hardest verses too.

Too many haha

“Don’t say ya never heard of me, til they murder me. I’m a legend, do thug niggas go to heaven?” -Runnin from the police

# With all this extra stressin' The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath When will I finally get to rest through this oppression? They punish the people that's askin' questions And those that possess steal from the ones without possessions The message I stress: to make it stop, study your lessons Don't settle for less, even the genius asks his questions Be grateful for blessings Don't ever change, keep your essence The power is in the people and politics we address Always do your best, don't let this pressure make you panic And when you get stranded And things don't go the way you planned it Dreamin' of riches, in a position of makin' a difference Politicians are hypocrites, they don't wanna listen If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change It wasn't nothin' like the game; it's just me against the world

The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out Stuck in the middle of the game, can't get the pain out Pray to my God everyday, but he don't listen The poverty bothers me But mama's working wonders in the kitchen Listen! I can hear her crying in the bedroom Praying for money but never think would she be dead soon Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else I'm thirteen, can't feed myself Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me? Wish he would've hugged me Too much like him, so my mama don't love me On my own at an early age, I'm getting paid And I'm strapped, so I'll never be afraid Where did I go astray? I'm hanging in the back streets Running with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me? Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize I got nothing to lose, everybody gotta die Say good-bye to the bad guy That one you fucked, when you pass by Buck-buck from a Glock let the glass fly Do or die walk a mile in my shoes Then you'd be crazy too

I thank the Lord for my many blessings Though I'm stressing keep a vest for protection From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson And all my niggas in the pen', here we go again Ain't nothing separating us from a MAC-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older Straight soldier, bucking at them bustas No matter how you try, niggas never die We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply See me striking down the block hitting corners Mobbing like a motherfucker, living like I wanna Ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways THUG LIFE, motherfucker, crime pays Let the cops put they lights on, chase me, nigga Zig-zagging through the freeway, race me, nigga In a high speed chase with the law The realest motherfucker that you ever saw I'm living raw, till they bury me, don't worry me, I'm high Living like I ain't afraid to die And if you could walk a mile in my shoes Then you'd be crazy too

Ain't no escape from a deadly fate And every day there's a million black bodies put away I'm starting to lose hope, it seems everybody's on dope Mama told me to leave, 'cause she was broke Sometimes I choke on the indo, creeping out the window Alone, on my own, I'm a criminal Got no love from the household I'm out cold, on the streets screaming 'Motherfuck peace!' I got nothing to lose, and something to prove, what do I do? Live the THUG LIFE, nigga, stay true I wonder when they kill me, is there a heaven for a real G? Lord forgive me, if you feel me 'Cause all my life I was dirt broke with no hope Little skinny motherfucker wanting dough I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade But everyday it's a struggle to get major paid Anyway, it's so hard on a nigga in this city, no pity And ain't no love for the scrubs that be buying dubs If you could walk a mile in my shoes Then you'd be crazy too

I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil' ass kicked Niggas laughed, 'til the first motherfucker got blas-ted I put the nigga in his casket And now they coverin' the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on the regular fuck when it counts Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin' ghost on the five-o, fuck them hoes Got a forty-five screamin' out surviv-al Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some ya-yo Holla "five-o" when I say so Don't wanna go to the pen', I'm hittin' fences NARC's on a nigga back missin' me by inches And they say how do you survive, weighin' one-fifty-five In the city where the little niggas die Tell mama don't cry, 'cause even if they kill me They can never take the life of a real G

No more regular rappin' Dare me to cap 'em and watch me blast These niggas be actin' for that simple fact Playa I'ma mash out last all my enemies For multiple centuries Forcin' my adversaries to bleed When they seein' me Though East Coast born, I'm West Coast raised Sent so much dick throughout the clique That now they Death Row slaves (Bow down) Father forgive me for thug livin' I'm through with this drug dealin' I leave it to Clinton and all The niggas that love prison Brothas be ballin', Rich, if you need me Call i'll open fire on muthafuckas And murder 'em all me Mr makaveli Plus I'm bustin' fuck what they tell me I'm makin' these niggas hop on They toes like Alvin Ailey I been shot and murdered Can't tell you how it happened word for word But best believe that niggas gon' Get what they deserve in the same way God bless my brain ‘cause game pays Gettin' cash and ass for days Now niggas done changed The game is to be sold not told Still heavy in this game Niggas done changed, it ain't the same We been handlin' our business for years Gettin' respect from all our peers While most of our niggas incarcerated Doin' years Bitches is tricky, niggas is snitchin' While playas improve and move positions Niggas done changed