And Still I Love You

I don't have everything
as a matter of fact I don't have anything
except dream of a better day
and you to help me find my way
Being a man I am sure to make mistakes
but to keep you I would do all it takes
and if it meant my love was really true
I'd gladly die and watch over you
I wish you knew how much I cared
u'd see my love is true by the life we'd share
Even if u changed your mind and said our love was thru
I'd want to die continuously cry and still I'd love u

These are parts of songs i like..enjoy.

"Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home... on my block"




"Where did we go wrong?  I put my soul in the song
to help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone
We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches
We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches
But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange
See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry"



"Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood i missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see"





This is the best..its from "Dear mama"..its so touching..and for me its not rap..cause the music and even the lyrics is not rap.

finally i'm free..exams are over..actually it was over 3 days ago but i was busy to post something..ok that post will be the second part of street fame..in this one i'm gonna bold the parts i liked in these verses.

[Verse One]
I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me
It's time to sanitize my posse
Look how paranoid these niggas got me
Cellular calls are being traced
Since surveillance silently
Momma chill
Thug livin pay the bills
And die violently
Closed caskets
Expose bastards I leave em bloody
Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money
Ain't nothin funny
Green
Got a nigga seein things
Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly
Lethal weapon I'ma savage
Still a method to my madness
BLAST niggaz laugh call em care cabbage
Read em and weep, put em to sleep they hell bound
Lyrics will leave em spell bound
Clown now tired of being held down
Cross my heart hope to die
Blinded in some pussy
Millionaire
Living care free
Sucka free
Playa haters miss me
Hope in hard times never catch me slippin
Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin
We ain't having it
Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back
Once I hit the mat
Niggaz will never get this shit back
Spit it so eloquently
My pistols represent me
Bust until my rounds empty
Back for the street fame.
[Chorus]
(Bust nigga bust)
Comin to a ghetto near you
(hell yeah)
Street fame it's true
(Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, hey Nas...)
Comin to a ghetto near you
With street fame

[Verse]
Positive identification
Got me rushed to the station
Stuck in this line up
Tryin hard to hide my face
They placed the name but can't recall description
I ain't did shit officer
That bitch trippin
Promise retaliation
They plan busted
No man to be trusted
Everything corrupted once man touched it
Kamikaze
Hoping that none of the spies find me
That's why we bye bye daily
Knowin cops trail me
But why cry
Floatin while we tokin on this potent branch
Flossing in the thug stance, flipping pockets out inside my pants
Never underestimate me
Playa hate me
See me and hide
Sure as hollow points shatter, enemies die
Spread love dead thugs
Gettin buried in riches
Take a chance to advance fuck them worrin bitches
Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day
HEY..
Ain't nothin strange
I'm 25 dying to change
But still I bang wanting street fame.

[2pac speaking]
Yo check this out
I'ma tell you like this
(Street Fame)
If the lifestyle that you living
Got you taking more fucking shorts
Than getting props
Then that lifestyle need to stop
Best to recognize some Outlaw shit
Cause only in this Outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to
To see what this life's supposed to be like
Nigga you'll start to see riches, fine bitches and hitting switches
Shit
To me that shit sound delicious.

This post is totally different than all the previous ones..because in all the previous posts i showed the good part about 2pac..i mean his good lyrics..the lyrics i'm gonna show shows 2pac's anger after he got shot..i don't wanna say its bad..but alot of people said its bad because he was dissing other rappers but 2pac didn't insult anybody unless they started insulting him..but for me i like it..the song is "street fame"..
[2pac]
Turn it up in my head phones
(Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame)
More
Haha, coming to a ghetto near you

[Chorus]
(One love to my true thugs)
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame
(bust)
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame
All out warfare, eye for a eye
Bustin on my enemies bad boy killing
(Street fame)
Straight dissing you
Fuck Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch.

[Verse]
Temperatures rises
Niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats
Niggaz shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced
In his body and face
Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all traces
Criminal tactics the rap game
Became so drastic
Military mind mashed all the walls they blasted
If we bleed then they suffocate
Chokin in terror
So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors
The prophecy is clear
Niggaz lock n load disappear
Strategize with no fear
Waging war for years
The crack game wasn't big enough
Ready to rush
You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched
I go to jail niggaz screamin
FREE ME
Speakin freely
Conversatin with my comrades
Kicking Swahili
Indeed nature feel my first seed
It gets worse
Plans are cursed to be a G
On the first to breathe
Currency in stacks
Artillery in the back
Strapped
Armies, we camouflaged in all black
When we attack
Holla out my set
Nigga tighten your jaw
Givin birth to outlawz
(Ha ha)
Street fame

ok this post is especially done for userfriendly and fairmoon..Answering some of the questions of the previous post.

when 2pac asked:
why am i trying to give when no one gives me a try?

here he meant Biggie the number one suspect of 2pac's death..2pac helped biggie to become a famous rapper but at the end biggie turned on 2pac in 1994..when 2pac was shot the first time in 1994 biggie was there but he didn't help him out..in that question 2pac also meant that he made himself no body helped..he created the legend 2pac.

why am i dying to live if am just living to die?

that question is obvious i mean 2pac always was in danger..he could be dead in any moment because of the westside and eastside problem in america that what he meant when he said "living to die"..and about "dying to live" 2pac was known that he was poor before he became a rapper.


agh..that's enough i'm already tired.

i found that song "Running" few weeks ago..it made me really think..each question 2pac asked had its own story..here is some of it

*chorus*
now i wonder if they'll laugh when im dead
why am i fighting to live, if im just living to fight?
why am I trying to see when there aint nothin in sight?
why am i trying to give when no one gives me a try?
why am i dying to live, if im just living to die?

its on me,
but still im havin memories of high speeds when the cops crash,
as i laugh pushin the gas when my glocks blast,
we was young, and we was dumb but we had heart,
and in the dark would we survive through the bad parts?
many dreams is what i had, and plenty wishes,
no hesitation in the extirmination of these snitches,
envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me,
a couple of movies now the whole worlds tryin to screw me,
even the cops tried to sue me,
so what can i do? but say true, sippin' 22's of brew