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Tu Pac was a credit to the Rap industry.... his words spoke more then anyone can truly understand.... his raps were thought provoking... inspiring... and deeply moving.... people always say pictures can say a thousand words.... well tu pac's raps said a thousand words....
He was the first rapper to come out and rap about real problems...not the stupid about blunts, 40's, and bitches...not like thats a bad thing.... but tu pac addressed real issues that were haunting the black community... sheading light to those pig head not smart enough to realize what was realling going on in the "ghetto".....
Tu pac...was loved and still is loved and worshiped by thousands of people... and not only black people...
His music still is very influencial to the black communities...and to a lot of new rappers.... just because 50 cent and Eminem talk about tu pac does not mean that they are trying to cash in on him... your looking at what they are saying all wrong... all they are trying to say is that his music influenced their lives....
Like previously posted it is exactly the same for those of us dj's at this forum and across the world that are influenced by dj's already famous....
I know i would not be in the position i am in and wanting to go where i want to go if i would have never been introduced to Paul Van Dyk's music....
I wonder if that is what people would say about me if i was a good dj and said in an Interview "Oh yeah Paul van Dyk is great...Absolutly love his music".... from what i have read in this thread is that some people would take that as saying that im just trying to cash in on his name....
Some people are starting to see very broad lines now a days.... yeah sure some companies are trying to cash in on Tu Pac's name but then again... not all of his music that he made and never released was that bad some of them were ok... so were great... and yeah Tu Pac was one of the worlds greatest song writters and rated top with his poetry
The man was a genious with his words.... "But instead i fight with my Pen" Tu Pac... |
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| xtr3m |
| quote: | Originally posted by Mosaic
I don't think Tupac holds a candle to writers like Mary Shelley, Conrad, Homer, or even Shakespeare.
But, how can you rank the world's greatest writers? |
PoetMag Top 100. |
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| TeKnoHe@d2025 |
| PoetMag...hmm, I wonder if that poll is alot like the MixMag DJ poll... |
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| ahlamalek |
| i never saw the other tupac movies, how can they be a resurection movie... heck, i never heard of tupac |
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| kewlness |
10 bucks says that in 10 years, we will have tu-pac impersonators who walk around the streets dressed as tu-pac saying how he's alive just like ppl do with elvis...
oh wait... it has already happened :D |
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| hardstyle |
| quote: | Originally posted by kewlness
10 bucks says that in 10 years, we will have tu-pac impersonators who walk around the streets dressed as tu-pac saying how he's alive just like ppl do with elvis...
oh wait... it has already happened :D |
2Pac Lyrics - Bury Me A G
Thug Life
Thinkin' back
reminiscing on my teens
a young G
getten' paid over dope fiends
in' off cash that I make
nigga, what's tha sense of workin hard
if you never get tp play
i'm hustlen'
stayin' out till it's dawn
and commin' home
at 6 o'clock in tha mornin'
hand's on my glock
eye's on tha prize
finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides
shootin' craps
bustin' niggas out tha door
pick my money off tha floor
god bless tha tre-four
stuck on full, drunk again
sippin' on Gin
with a couple of friends
sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps
stickin' to tha rules is what made it simp
and if I die
let it be
but when they come for me
bury me a G
Chorus x2 -- Tupac
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothaen riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
bury me a G
()
More Trouble than tha average
just made 25 and i'm livin' like a savage
bein a G ain't no easy thing
cause you could around get crossed
and get stuck in tha game
and for tha rest of your life you will sit and remineise
wonder why it had to end like this
and to tha G's you can feel my pain
till tha mothaas gets born again
()
you thought I was a game kid
i'm not tha nigga for playin games
I let my buckshots rang
when I pull tha trigga on my gauge
i'm on tha rampage
makin' runs for tha devil
ain't nothin' on my mind
will get me in some trouble
i'm tryin to ride
no more loves
for me hard to figure
get a nigga, smoke a blunt
Or is a jury starts (break that )
I gives a nigga
stuck outta luck
when I bust
pull me to my death
but i'm a G to tha enemy
Chorus x2 -- Tupac
I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothaen riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
bury me a G
(Stretch)
I got nothen' ta loose so I choose to be a killer
went from bangin' ta slangin'
now i'm a dope dealer
all my life payed tha price to be tha boss
back in school
wrote tha rules on getten' tossed
poppin' rocks on tha block was a past time
pack a 9 all the time
you wanna test mine ?
don't cry
I die before they play me
from tha cradle to tha grave
bury me
()
Straight Thug G
kickin' it with tha homies in tha hood
getten' drunk, smokin' blunts
a bitch said I was no good
I gives a
I spend my time in tha dope spot
never had no time for no bitch
instead slangin' rocks
and bustin' caps on you punk ass marcs
fake ass G's
bitch niggas with no heart
i'm stayin' real till i'm 6 feet deep
so when a nigga gone
bury me a G
Chorus x2 -- Tupac
I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothaen riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury Me a G
(Tupac)
Stuck on Full
Tangaray got a nigga high
lord knows I don't need another DUI
I led a Thug Life
heartless hustler
just cause I ed
don't mean I trust her
now my pagers vibratin'
can't sleep
so i'm mobbin' to tha ho's house
pumpin' Isely
Is it cool ta is what i'm askin
Bitch recognize game and start laughen
when i'm all in those guts and
prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick
cause i'll and get up and let ya know
i'll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho
lots a ho's get mad and
I let a trick be a trick
you can have that bitch
cause I doubt if I change
tha games a motha******
real niggas turn ta bustas
Bury Me a G
Chorus x6 -- Tupac
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta Keep my mind on my mothaen riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
Mama don't cry
bury me a G
I ain't got time for bitches --- bitches
If Harward or Yale teaches that for kids ....
Then GOD HELP AMERICA :wtf: |
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WHY WHY I HEAR < NIGGA
And he had some spelling problems too lol
Great writter, who don't know how to spell words?
Look how many mistakes does he make in this song
RAP IS ALL ABOUT HOES AND BITCHES |
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2Pac Lyrics - Don't Get It Twisted
(Mopreme)
Just 'cause a nigga come in he got style
Don't think I won't flip it
Don't pull your file
But I got enough bull to deal with
I'm rollin' with the thugs so
You must be on drugs to the head
Get your ass break down
Broken half baby
I'm a feelin' like a motherin psychopathic
And if you got beef best leave it in the freezer
I'm no joke
Mopreme straight lo
And you could get smoked
You hook the you get stroked
And all of that
And later be back for your motherin dope sack
Kid it ain't the type of day to play doughnut
Don't get your ass sewn up
Why you leakin on my blown out
Hey, you're mixed up like a bowl of nuts
You around and got it twisted up
Boy, don't get it twisted
(chorus)
Don't get it twisted!.....
(Macadoshis)
It's the Macadoshis coming from the dark side
The park side where the O.G.s do ride
Ain't nothing but killers in the park
As many niggas lost they's heart
When my gat sparks
I'll bust a cap in that ass
Don't get it twisted
When I'm on a mission, niggas come with Mishy
You busters gettin disciplined
And you're comin' up short on your life
When i smoke you with this mac-10
When it's on it's on
it
I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis
Ain't no think to let my spin
You on my list hope you got a death wish
I tried to warn you but you missed me
You should have listened mother****** when i said:
Don't get it twisted!
(chorus)
(Rated R)
Niggas got problems about gettin twisted
They need to stay the out of grown folks business
Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips
But don't front no that brought no that peace started
Cause I'm a cold hearted rider straight dunkin'
never through with my streets
Never hurt nobody but my heat
East side brothers don't hear me though
They'd rather get twisted and gather like hoes
Bitch make ass niggas when I caught 'em
Couldn't bust a drape if they wanted
They're soft like Charmin
But I don't sweat varmits
I suffer with my black group
Just a one-day murderer
On the motherin Rudy Poop
I snapped his soul, son
Ain't no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongue
And your mommy can't save you now
Cause you got the job twisted up
For in' with a killer
(chorus)
(fade out)
THER+E GOES THE BITCHES AGAIN |
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| TuanAnh213 |
| quote: | Originally posted by hardstyle
If Harward or Yale teaches that for kids ....
Then GOD HELP AMERICA :wtf: |
question: you ever taken any reading comprehension classes? or are you just too ignorant? anyway
Tupac - Dear Mama
When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
With the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
For a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
{Chorus: Reggie Green Sweet Franklin w/ 2Pac}
Lady...
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?
{second and third chorus, And dear mama instead of Dear mama}
{Verse Two: 2Pac}
Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
Wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rent's due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
{Verse Three: 2Pac}
Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Sweet lady
And dear mama
Dear mama
Lady {3X}
you want me to go on? |
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| TeKnoHe@d2025 |
| quote: | Originally posted by hardstyle
RAP IS ALL ABOUT HOES AND BITCHES |
Just like the trance/electronica scene is about drugs or for people who do drugs. :rolleyes:
Open your eyes you ignorant . You think he wrote like that? Obviously that is a translation of the lyrics. The style is called ebonics or "slang". Every language has it. :rolleyes: |
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| hardstyle |
Last one and im done.
But how can you compare him to big writers like Shakespheare?
2Pac Lyrics - Don't Stop
(2pac)
don't stop (2x)
Game rules often slang to the right fools
Heavy hittin' at this mother******'s straight spittin'
Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain
why real niggas need to stick to the game
It's the same got these mother******s changin' on me
Jealous-ass player-haters gaming on me
Look out mother****** homey-G
As in gettin' mother******s 'fore they come get me
Get down for the right for the wishes
Fake ass nigga, you in , for fightin' over bitches
You call that a player?
Straight-ass sissy
See me at my show nigga miss me
Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bull
Got a pistol mother****** try to pull quick
And just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin
And if you clip when the happens, it don't stop
[chorus-] don't stop...
(Y.N.V)
Now my guess is true
Them thug life niggas is a bull
Everywhere we go
The niggas trippin at the door
I want to dance with you
You can dance at the party and not get whipped (1x)
(Macadoshis)
See the don't stop
My 9 goes pop
Your body drip-drop
Throw that ass in a zip-loc
(Rated R)
Now you've been hauled away in a body bag
Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me
(Macadoshis)
Yo you in' with a thug yo your ass gets plugged
With this hollow-point slugs
With ya under the rug
(Rated R)
That's why my deaf niggas don't play that
In thug life niggas be the craziest
(Macadoshis)
So when you think about in' this
You better wear a vest
But it really don't matter
We ain't aimin' at your chest
(Rated R)
Nah we blowin holes in your motherin' skull
Make sure your ass is smoked
That's all the fat lady wrote
(Macadoshis)
You heard that fat bitch sing when my went bang-bang
But it don't pay when i flaunt your brain
(Rated R)
Nigga, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show
In the casket
Git'n they ass kicked
And blasted
It don't stop
(chorus 1x)
(Mopreme)
All I wanna do is try to Mac the hoes
Spin bank on thangs sellin me a sponsor on my foes
It's like each and every one they got the look of death
I got my 9 nigga
Don't be silly
You better watch your step
(Syke)
And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin'
Bitches we tossin'
And niggas we crossin'
It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood
It's all good
The punks? I wish you would!
(Mopreme)
Wouldn't better to just corrolate what we bust
Instead of kickin' dust
Gets a press y'all from nuts
Cause ain't no herbs here
And ain't no morgues
Beware of the water 'cause they full of sharks
(Syke)
But in every state
Niggas perpetrate and test
Where I come from fools die for less
And thugs keep thugin' till their casket drop
It's on 'till I die
And the don't stop
(chorus 2x)
NIGGAS IN EVERY FREAKIN SONG |
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| hardstyle |
| quote: | Originally posted by TuanAnh213
question: you ever taken any reading comprehension classes? or are you just too ignorant? anyway
Tupac - Dear Mama
When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
With the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
For a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
{Chorus: Reggie Green Sweet Franklin w/ 2Pac}
Lady...
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?
{second and third chorus, And dear mama instead of Dear mama}
{Verse Two: 2Pac}
Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
Wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rent's due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
{Verse Three: 2Pac}
Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Sweet lady
And dear mama
Dear mama
Lady {3X}
you want me to go on? |
Whatever, most of his lyrics about niggas and thugs |
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