Get this complimentary ringtone at: http://www.ringtonebranch.com You are appreciated [Verse One: 2Pac] 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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] Sweet lady And dear mama Dear mama Lady [3X]

Get this complimentary ringtone at: http://www.ringtonebranch.com 2pac Featuring Outlawz] Intro: Tupac I ain't got no motherfuckin friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (take money) West side!! Bad Boy killers (take money) You know the realest is niggaz (take money) We bring it to you (take money) Verse One: Tupac First off, fuck your bitch in the clit you claim West side when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the West side ride tonight hahahah Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ... Chorus: Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace NIGGA, I hit em' up... Interlude: Tupac Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!! Verse Two: Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smallz just got dropped Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour and hit em up Chorus Verse Three: Tupac Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping smokin dope it's like a sherm high Niggaz think they learned to fly But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me I'm a self made milionare Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit em up Verse Four: I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you heards Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Four: Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin in the wide open, guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was poppin off Nigga I hit em up

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2PAC - Ghetto Gospel

Dear Mama

Brenda's Got A Baby

Do For Love

California Love

Until The End Of Time

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Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/kashdupmusic Download my mixtape: http://www.zshare.net/download/5013602085efdd0e/ Download This Mix:(Join My facebook group on the link below, and there you will get the instructions on how to download this and other of my remixes): http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=46863851959 Subscribe !! (if you appriciate this mix and want to download it) http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=OfficialDJKingG lyrics [Chorus: Lil' Wayne] And I'm grindin' til I'm tired cuz They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired" So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find A way Through the day A light For the night Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why You haven't taken (my life? x3) Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3) (My Life x3) Eminem- I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter I'd never drag them in battles that I can't handle unless I absolutely have to I'm supposed to set an example I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em Now the Ja shit i tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy, this shit way beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it [Chorus: Lil' Wayne] And I'm grindin' til I'm tired cuz They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired" So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find A way Through the day A light For the night Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why You haven't taken (my life? x3) Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3) (My Life x3) The Game- We are not the same, I am a Martian So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution...caution) You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them And I aint no preacher but, Here's my Erik sermon So eat this black music, And tell me how it taste now And f**k Jesse Jackson 'Cause it aint about race now! Sometimes I think about my life with my face down Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3) Damn, I know his momma's proud And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now And like MJB, "No More Drama" now Livin' the +good life+, me and Common on common ground I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds My life used to be empty like a glock without a round Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds (Gunshots) [Chorus: Lil' Wayne] And I'm grindin' til I'm tired cuz They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired" So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find A way Through the day A light For the night Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why You haven't taken (my life? x3) Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3) (My Life x3) Tupac- 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 and now the medias tryin to test me, got the press askin questions tryin to stress me, misery is all i see thats my minds state, my history with the police will shake the crime rate, my main man had two strikes, slipped got arrested and flipped, screamed "THUG LIFE!" and emptied the clip. [Chorus: Lil' Wayne] And I'm grindin' til I'm tired cuz They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired" So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find A way Through the day A light For the night Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why You haven't taken (my life? x3) Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3) (My Life x3) The Game ft. Lil Wayne - My Life The Game ft. Lil Wayne - My Life The Game ft. Lil Wayne - My Life The Game ft. Lil Wayne - My Life

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unofficial tupac pain music video ( i cut stretch because i had no footage of him

Intro: 2Pac There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see that's gon' make it hard to smile in the future. But through whatever you see, through all the rain and the pain, you gotta keep your sense of humor. You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit. Remember that. Mmm, yeah. Keep ya head up.Yeah. Verse One: 2Pac Our lifestyles be close captioned addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back in the midst of mashin' No fairy tales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlin' at heart be a nigga's culture or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe If you believe then you can achieve Just look at me Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the seeds that follow me protect your essence Born with less, but you still precious Just smile for me now Chours: Johnny P, 2Pac Smiiiiiile for me , won't you smile (smile for me now) Just smiiiile (smile), smile for me (What cha lookin' all sad for, nigga you black, smile for me now) Smiiiiiile for me (nigga you ain't got nothin' to be worried about) Won't you smile (no doubt, smile for me now) just smiiiiile (And the next generation) Verse Two: Scarface Now as I open up my story with the blaze a your blunts And you can picture thoughts slowly up on phrases I wrote And I can walk you through the days that I done I often wish that I could save everyone but I'm a dreamer Have you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game overlookin' his tomorrows and they finally came? Look back on childhood memories and I'm still feelin' the pain Turnin' circles in my life came to dealin' cocaine To many hassles in my local life, survivin' the strain And a man without a focus, life could drive him insane Stuck inside a ghetto fantasy hopin' it'd change But when I focus on reality we broke and in chains Had a dream of livin' wealthy and makin' it big Over foot broad chose to cook raw, wouldnt take but I did And after all my momma's thankin' God for blessin' the child All my momma gots to do now is collect it and smile Smile Chorus (without 2pac) Verse Three: 2Pac Fuck the world as we elope and witness furious speeds of nasty questions keep us all stressin', curious G's Backstabbed and bleedin', fuckin' thoughts laced with weed Learnin', duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin' Inhalin' sherm smoke, visualized the flames Will I be smothered by my own pain? Strange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick to dis us Takin' pictures for the feds, and desperate hopes they'd get us Hit us off, give us plenty centuries, forgive my sins Since I ain't in many penitenturies the best revenge is fuck friends We military minded soldiers, bustin' shots blindly Tryin' to find Jehovah to help me Somebody save me Lost and crazy, scared to drop a seed hopin' I ain't cursed my babies Maybe now niggas feel me now, picture my pain embrace my words make the world change And still I smile nigga (Scarface talking) And now a moment of silence, let us pray And as you journey into outerspace may the angels help to lead the way may the prayers that our families make shine up on your soul and keep you safe And all the homies that have passed away Be there to greet you as you pass the gates And as you headed to the tunnel's light I hope it leads to eternal life We say the prayers for our homie 'Pac Smile (Smile for me) (All ya need to do is smile) (Woooo smile for me) (Come on smile for me)

2 Pac & Dr Dre - California Love music video.