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15-02-2003, 16:23
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....


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...

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...


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


I love you mama Ook al kan je uren door zeuren en me helemaal gek maken

15-02-2003, 16:48

So I xxxxed your xxxxx
You fat mutha-xxxxa {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, xxxx your xxxxx
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I xxxxed your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
Niggas xxxx for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass xxxxxes
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 xxxx with real ass G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So xxxx 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
xxxx 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-xxxxas 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
xxxxx made ass Bad Boys xxxxxes
{ahh yo, yo, hold the xxxx 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 xxxxin' 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-xxxxa you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you xxxxing 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 xxxxx 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-xxxxa 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 xxxx?
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-xxxxin' 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 xxxx 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 xxxx with us
You Little young ass mutha-xxxxas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You xxxxing with me, nigga ?
You xxxx around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack
You better back the xxxx up
Before you get smacked the xxxx 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
xxxx you and your mother xxxxing mama.
We gonna kill all you mother xxxxers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother xxxxin opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
xxxx Mobb Deep,
xxxx Biggie,
xxxx Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother xxxxin crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then xxxx you too.
Chino XL, xxxx you too.
All you mother xxxxers,
xxxx you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother xxxxers,
xxxx you, die slow mother xxxxer.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother xxxxers can't be us or see us.
We mother xxxxin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother xxxxers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother xxxxin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother xxxxers feel us.
Our shit goes tripple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother xxxxin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
xxxx 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.

15-02-2003, 16:49
mooie sterretjes

15-02-2003, 16:50
veel xxxx zeg muahahahahaha

15-02-2003, 16:51

Origineel gepost door SowFunny
mooie sterretjes

15-02-2003, 16:56
Ik zie het ook nu pas maar dit een gruwelijk song

15-02-2003, 16:58
inderdaad Maar tupac kan ik alleen luisteren op van die momenten!! En vandaag is het zo'n moment

15-02-2003, 16:59
hit em up! :melig: :melig:

15-02-2003, 17:04
Bij mij kan Pac altijd in de installatie

15-02-2003, 17:08
2pac heeft vette songs

15-02-2003, 20:41