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15-02-2003, 17:23

dear mama You are appreciated... When I was young,me and my mama had beef 17 years old kicked out on tha streets though back in tha time,never thought I'd see her face ain't a woman alive that can take my mommas place suspended from school,sccared ta go home I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules shed tears with my baby sister over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids and eventhough we had different daddies tha same drama when things wehnt wrong we blamed mama I reminised on tha stress I caused,it wuz hell hugg'en on my mama from a jail cell and who'd think in elementry,heey I'd see the penatentry one day running from tha police,that's right momma catch me---put a whopp'en to my backside and even as a crack fiend mama, ya always was a black queen I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy---trying ta raise a man ya always wuz commited,a poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it there's no way I can pay ya back but tha plan is ta show ya that I understand you are appreciated.... Chorus: Laaady,don't cha know we luv ya Sweeeeeet Laaady,place no one about ya Sweeeeeet Laaady,don't cha know we luv ya Ain't nobody tell us it wuz fair no luv for my daddy,cause tha coward wuzn't there he passed away and I didn't cry cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a strnager they say I'm wrong and I'm heartless but all along I wuz looking for a father---he wuz gone I hung around with tha thug's and eventhought they sold drugs they showed a young brother luv I moved out and started really hang'in I needed money of my own so I started slang'in I ain't guilty cause,eventhough I sell rocks it feels good,putting money in your mailbox I love paying rent when tha rents due I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you cause when I wuz low,you was there for me ya never left me alone,cause ya cared for me and I can see ya coming home after work late ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate just working with tha scraps you wuz given and mama made miracles every Thanksgiving but now tha road got rough,your alone trying ta raise two bad kids on your own and ther's no way I can pay ya back but my plan is ta show ya that I understand you are appreciated... Chorus: Laaady,don't cha know we luv ya Sweeeeet Laaady,place no one above ya Sweeeeet Laaady,don't cha know we luv ya pour out some piquor and I remenise cause through tha drama,I can always depend on my mama and when it seems that I'm hopeless you say tha words that can get me back in focus when I wuz sick as a little kid ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did and all my childhood memories are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me I got ta thank tha Lord tha ya maaaaade me there are no words that can express how I feel ya never kept a secret,always satyed real and I appreciate how ya raised me and all tha extra love that ya gave me I wish I could take tha pain away if you can make it through tha night,there's a brighter day everything'll be alright if ya hold on it's a struggle everyday gotta roll on and there's no way I can pay ya back but my plan is ta chow ya that I understand you are appreciated... Chorus: Laaaady,don't cha know we luv ya Sweeeet Laaaady,place no one above ya Sweeeet Laaaady,don't cha know we luv ya,Sweeeet Laaaady Laaaaaady.......(fades)....Laaaady I love you mama :Iluvu: :Iluvu: Ook al kan je uren door zeuren en me helemaal gek maken :D :zwaai:

15-02-2003, 17:48
So I ****ed your ***** You fat mutha-****a {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off, **** your ***** And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I ****ed your wife We bust on Bad Boys Niggas **** for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass *****es We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't **** with real ass G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So **** peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill **** with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-****as know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah ***** made ass Bad Boys *****es {ahh yo, yo, hold the **** up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pass the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Gaurd your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a ****in' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah nigga With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine Niggas think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-****a you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you niggas living bummy While you ****ing with me? I'm a self made Millioniare Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the ***** to let you sleep on the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-****a I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N E W jers. Where plenty of murders occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these [???] Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the ****? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another knotch And your [?"Pop stars" pops?] and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You's a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker Soften the Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-****in' joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off Nigga, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the **** they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh] You wanna **** with us You Little young ass mutha-****as Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You ****ing with me, nigga ? You **** around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack You better back the **** up Before you get smacked the **** up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama **** you and your mother ****ing mama. We gonna kill all you mother ****ers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother ****in opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: **** Mobb Deep, **** Biggie, **** Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother ****in crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then **** you too. Chino XL, **** you too. All you mother ****ers, **** you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother ****ers, **** you, die slow mother ****er. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother ****ers can't be us or see us. We mother ****in' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother ****ers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother ****in' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real niggas, all you mother ****ers feel us. Our shit goes tripple and four quadruple You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother ****in' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You niggas can't feel it We the realist **** 'em. We Bad Boy killas.

15-02-2003, 17:49
mooie sterretjes

15-02-2003, 17:50
veel **** zeg muahahahahaha

15-02-2003, 17:51

Origineel gepost door SowFunny mooie sterretjes :goedzo:

15-02-2003, 17:56
Ik zie het ook nu pas :D maar dit een gruwelijk song

15-02-2003, 17:58
inderdaad :goedzo: Maar tupac kan ik alleen luisteren op van die momenten!! En vandaag is het zo'n moment :D

15-02-2003, 17:59
hit em up! :melig: :melig:

15-02-2003, 18:04
Bij mij kan Pac altijd in de installatie

15-02-2003, 18:08
2pac heeft vette songs

15-02-2003, 21:41
2PAC IS DA BOMB :stout: