Uploaded January 2008 | Updated September 2026, 3 hours ago
Let Em Have It (Instrumental)
Lyrics-
"Let Em Have It"
(feat. SKG)
[2Pac]
Now you've been actin like you want it for a long time
All up in a nigga face, givin me them strong vibes
Look in my eyes and you'll find peace
A gemini, so you really blow my mind freak, c'mon
I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail
Skinny niggaz throw the dick well
Everybody get they condoms, brother cause it's time to fuck
Hurry up and put it on nigga, time is up
What's next got my mind on some group sex
Where you goin baby, I ain't even through yet
Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya
Even now make it good to ya, remember me?
I love fuckin slow with the lights low
Black puerto rican even white hoes, bellisimo
Que linda, dame beso, come to papi
Fuck until the shit is sloppy, if you really want it
[2Pac + ***]
[***] Really.. want it
[Pac] Get'cha ass up; you know it, if you really want it
You really want it, you really want it
If, you really want it, if you really want it
If, you really want it, if you really want it
[***] Really want it (I really want it)
[Pac] Really want it
[2Pac]
Alright all my real niggaz and my real bitches
Let me see you do it like this, c'mon
[2Pac + SKG]
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, we came to
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, we came to
[SKG]
Daddy rock a player body 'til I tell you to stop
Hit the right spot if not leave money and kick rocks
I'm a thug ho, I need a thug nigga up beside me
A player that can ride me, a cat that can rob me
Make a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat
Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck, demand your respect
I'm not a on my back ho
I ride the dick and hit it 'til it cold
Bustin fits of nuts.. get 'em up
I'm a sagitarrius freak, my real hoes feel me
Legs open wide, nigga dick inside
Like (?) tonight's the night for you to hit it doggie style
Lay me on my stomach while I'm countin them hundreds
Fake bitches wanna front like they don't wanna keep it real
You know you want a thug nigga just to see how it feel
Hoes wanna rock Gabbana, Dolce and Versace
Let me rock your body mouth on my.. call you papi
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
[2Pac]
Yeah, like that? Yeah
[SKG]
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
[2Pac]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I feel you
Do it, do it, do it, do it
[SKG]
Yeah, uhh, c'mon, uhh
[2Pac]
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock your body body, rock your body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock
[2Pac]
See, it all started simple, turned into me lickin the nipples
Fuckin you doggie style to this instrumental
Hands up, all up inside ya, hell I can stand ya
Eyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on
Baby let me zone in, whaddyou mean?
Can you scream let it go beotch, how does it feel?
Got a nigga like steel in ya, to keep goin
Now I'm fuckin like I'm killin ya, let's go another round
Baby is you down really, two shots of ecstasy
Lick a nigga down silly, your body next to me
I could touch you inside, and you'll cry
So good when a nigga leave, you'll die
My mama told me baby be a man put it on her
Hittin bitches like, switches comin around the corner
I wanna let me get my ride on
It's yo' dick baby but it's my song, now if you really want it
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, and if you really want it
[SKG] If you really want it
[Pac] Yeah, if you really want it
[2Pac]
Gots to send this one out to the freaky bitches
Definitely all the scorpios, and the geminis, and the virgos
You know I know the truth about you scorpios and you virgos
No doubt gotta give it to the capricorns
They some freaks too on the down down
The libras, they like it even but they still like fuckin
No doubt, aquariuses, libras, I said those
Leos, yeah they some freaks, leos is freaks
They always wanna run shit in bed
Sagitarrius, taurus.. cancer, all you freaky fucks
I'm a zodiac fucker I'll do you all one at a time
And all day long, let's get busy!
Let Em Have It (Instrumental)
Lyrics-
"Let Em Have It"
(feat. SKG)
[2Pac]
Now you've been actin like you want it for a long time
All up in a nigga face, givin me them strong vibes
Look in my eyes and you'll find peace
A gemini, so you really blow my mind freak, c'mon
I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail
Skinny niggaz throw the dick well
Everybody get they condoms, brother cause it's time to fuck
Hurry up and put it on nigga, time is up
What's next got my mind on some group sex
Where you goin baby, I ain't even through yet
Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya
Even now make it good to ya, remember me?
I love fuckin slow with the lights low
Black puerto rican even white hoes, bellisimo
Que linda, dame beso, come to papi
Fuck until the shit is sloppy, if you really want it
[2Pac + ***]
[***] Really.. want it
[Pac] Get'cha ass up; you know it, if you really want it
You really want it, you really want it
If, you really want it, if you really want it
If, you really want it, if you really want it
[***] Really want it (I really want it)
[Pac] Really want it
[2Pac]
Alright all my real niggaz and my real bitches
Let me see you do it like this, c'mon
[2Pac + SKG]
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, we came to
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, we came to
[SKG]
Daddy rock a player body 'til I tell you to stop
Hit the right spot if not leave money and kick rocks
I'm a thug ho, I need a thug nigga up beside me
A player that can ride me, a cat that can rob me
Make a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat
Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck, demand your respect
I'm not a on my back ho
I ride the dick and hit it 'til it cold
Bustin fits of nuts.. get 'em up
I'm a sagitarrius freak, my real hoes feel me
Legs open wide, nigga dick inside
Like (?) tonight's the night for you to hit it doggie style
Lay me on my stomach while I'm countin them hundreds
Fake bitches wanna front like they don't wanna keep it real
You know you want a thug nigga just to see how it feel
Hoes wanna rock Gabbana, Dolce and Versace
Let me rock your body mouth on my.. call you papi
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
[2Pac]
Yeah, like that? Yeah
[SKG]
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
[2Pac]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I feel you
Do it, do it, do it, do it
[SKG]
Yeah, uhh, c'mon, uhh
[2Pac]
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock your body body, rock your body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock
[2Pac]
See, it all started simple, turned into me lickin the nipples
Fuckin you doggie style to this instrumental
Hands up, all up inside ya, hell I can stand ya
Eyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on
Baby let me zone in, whaddyou mean?
Can you scream let it go beotch, how does it feel?
Got a nigga like steel in ya, to keep goin
Now I'm fuckin like I'm killin ya, let's go another round
Baby is you down really, two shots of ecstasy
Lick a nigga down silly, your body next to me
I could touch you inside, and you'll cry
So good when a nigga leave, you'll die
My mama told me baby be a man put it on her
Hittin bitches like, switches comin around the corner
I wanna let me get my ride on
It's yo' dick baby but it's my song, now if you really want it
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, and if you really want it
[SKG] If you really want it
[Pac] Yeah, if you really want it
[2Pac]
Gots to send this one out to the freaky bitches
Definitely all the scorpios, and the geminis, and the virgos
You know I know the truth about you scorpios and you virgos
No doubt gotta give it to the capricorns
They some freaks too on the down down
The libras, they like it even but they still like fuckin
No doubt, aquariuses, libras, I said those
Leos, yeah they some freaks, leos is freaks
They always wanna run shit in bed
Sagitarrius, taurus.. cancer, all you freaky fucks
I'm a zodiac fucker I'll do you all one at a time
And all day long, let's get busy!
![2Pac- I Aint Mad At Cha (Remake Instrumental)
Lyrics-
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still rolled
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didnt quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, dont wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie hes a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you Im livin large you tell me its trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and thats no bullshitin
I know we grew apart, you probably dont remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, wed BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shits changed, and we dont even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you aint even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that
Go toe to toe when its time for war you got a brothers back
And I cant even trip, cause Im just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I aint mad at cha
(Hmm, I aint mad at cha)
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I aint, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I aint mad at cha)
I aint, mad, at cha
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasnt
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
Im gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasnt nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that youd wait
Dont give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said Ill return but I gotta fight the fix to ride
Dont shed a tear, cause Mama I aint happy here
Im through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin mad, Im knockin busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin, Hell, I know one day Ill be back
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl Ill be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but Im just laughin at cha
Cause yous a down ass bitch, and I aint mad at cha
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I aint, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I aint mad at cha)
I aint, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I aint mad at cha)
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Well guess whos movin up, this niggas ballin now
Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
Hes Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, youll find a rhymell blaze
Youll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Til God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if Im still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I aint real now?
They got so much to say, but Im just laughin at cha
You niggaz just dont know, but I aint mad at cha
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I aint, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I aint mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii aint mad [2Pac:] (hell nah I aint mad at cha) at cha
I aint, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I aint mad at cha)
I aint, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I aint mad at cha)
I aint, mad at cha, noooo
I aint mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh 2Pac- I Aint Mad At Cha (Remake Instrumental)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/lr3QjkDwsTY/mqdefault.jpg)

![2PAC- Good Life & Hit Em Up (Studio Session) [Part 1]
2PAC in Studio
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![2PAC- Hell 4 A Hustler (Instrumental)
Hell 4 A Hustler (Instrumental)
Lyrics...
Hell 4 A Hustler
[2Pac]
Get on yo knees nigga
Get on yo knees and pray
Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest
Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus
Im makin money moves manditory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin
til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
in a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me
Livin carefree, til Im buried - and if they dare me
Im bustin on niggaz until they scurry, Im clearly
a man of military means in my artillery
Watchin over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin if this gamell last, feelin ashamed
of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul?
Got tired of small time livin, ni**az tellin me no
I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, thats the mentality
Jealous-a*s bustaz, make it hell for us
[Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) repeat 2X]
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It aint me, I was raised this way
I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler
[Outlawz]
Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster
Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in
Ones fives and tens was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo
Real ni**a fo sho, out in the cold for dough
What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears, and Ill send plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin, you soft ni**az is outta here
In case you forgot, we on the same s**t that got us here
[Outlawz]
Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make
Every jail I break, every mill I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin charges, ni**a f**k the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen tho Im missin dough I gotta gather mo
Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a ni**a sell words
for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as f**k son
Dyin luck none supply us with much guns
I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya
Slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn
Sensor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn Im hostile guess you could call me anti-social
ni**az shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em
Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu
ni**az do unto these snitches, before its done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my ni**az mourn me? Gettin blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo eyes on the prize, ni**a watch for bustaz
Either heaven or jail, its still hell 4 a hustler
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
This is how we ride
Not knowin if well live or die
Catch me rollin with my motherf**kin guns on the side
In case of drama, Im the first to break wild til they all die
This is how we ride
Not knowin if well live or die
Catch me rollin with my motherf**kin guns on the side
In case of drama, Im the first to break wild
until they all die, Outlaw
Yes (change my ways) yes
The Black Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary
Only God can save us
Nuttin but boss players
Outlawz and thugs 2PAC- Hell 4 A Hustler (Instrumental)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/oGvKpwJKWLs/mqdefault.jpg)
![2PAC- Homeboyz (instrumental)
Homeboyz (instrumental)
Lyrics....
[2Pac]
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Aint that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh
for them niggaz that be Johnny Dangerous when they be fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who Im talkin about
(You know who Im talkin about) thats right
You aint shit without your homeboys
You aint shit without your homeboys
You aint shit without your homeboys
Now
Now everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs
For the life of me I cannot see why you dont know how to act
Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep
out on the streets you dont hear a peep
Nigga its a god damn shame, somebody explain
why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown mans game
Tear that ass out the frame, completely get that ass kicked
Woke up on the street but youll be sleepin in the casket
How long will it last, nigga dont ask, just be first to blast
Outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash
My shits classic, like my nigga Nate
Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break
Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed
Niggaz aimin at my head but I still wear my vest
I dont give a fuck motherfuckers Im loc
They all duckin when my gun smoke
cause you aint shit without your homeboys
You probably run at the sound of funk
I give a fuck, you niggaz is punks
Without your homeboys, you be the first to reach in your trunk
You scary niggaz is punks, you aint shit without your homeboys
Nigga, punk ass motherfucker
You aint shit without your homeboys
Throw your hands up you little trick, coward motherfucker
[Young Noble]
Like Yak said, how the fuck you gonna shoot me rocks
When you got the Outlaw Pac shittin ya box
You was lookin real weak walkin down the street
Now a nigga thirty deep, oh you wanna beef
Talk cheap, shoot a nigga the fair one
Your homies like fuck it, whats this you the only scared one
(faggot ass) Damn son, close call I bet
Now down around the way you gets no respect
They like that Outlaw nigga played you out
We could have took it to the firfth I would I have laid you out
Niggaz be actin all different when they dogs come around
Watch em act like bitches when Outlawz draw down
They all clown, better yet they all stunned
You the type to have a gun and never blazed it once
Get yall banana split, you aint Emmanuel
Outlawz youll never forget
Makaveli the Don get a call yall
Turnin these streets into Vietnam
Where your homeboys, homeboy
[2Pac]
You aint shit without your homeboys
My thug niggaz, I love niggaz
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
My homeboys, the only thing a nigga got left
I love my niggaz to death, we aint shit without our homeboys
.. You know what time it is
I aint shit without my homeboys
Hey, tell em the story how you came up nigga
Now I was born alone, took my first joint and I got high alone
Now Im an Outlaw nigga, I never die alone
Me and my niggaz is so close, its complicated
One nigga smokin and drinkin, and yet we all faded
My nigga Edi had a son we all happy
Cause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies
My niggaz cry, we all cry, and all ride
To rectify the problem, motherfuckers they all die
Been tryin to make a million, by hustlin since my adolescense
From crack dealin to rap villian, my new profession
Who wanna see me at eight deep, fuck 3D
You coward ass motherfuckersll never see me
Bustin with automatic straps, my raw raps like good crack
Niggaz fiendin, I got em comin back
Until I die, they label me as a ridah
Forever, my niggaz be together
Aint shit without your homeboys
Thug niggaz I love niggaz
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
Without your homeboys, the only thing a nigga got left
I love my niggaz to death
We aint shit without our homeboys
(without our homeboys)
Love my niggaz to death
We aint shit without our homeboys
Love you niggaz to death
2Pac 4 Life 2PAC- Homeboyz (instrumental)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/oY4clfjbFYM/mqdefault.jpg)




