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Thugs Get Lonely Too (Instrumental)
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Lyrics----
"Thugs Get Lonely Too"
(feat. Nate Dogg)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
See, it ain't easy bein' me
Life as a celebrity is less than heavily
I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around
And it's always drama
Whevever I wanna get around
Mama told me
Long before I ever came up
Gotta be true, to watchya' do
And keep ya' game up
'Cause things change
And jealousy becomes a factor
Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to MACK HER!
I'm on tour
But still they keep on knockin' at my door
And I got no time to worry
I'm steady wantin' more
Every day is a test, yes
I try hard
But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath
I pray to God that the woman that I left at home
All alone
Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone
Over the phone
In my mind
I can see her naked
I can't take it
Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I call you up long distance
On the telephone
I wanna tuck you in
Even though I know I can't make it home
I whisper things in ya' ear
Like youre near me
Wonder if you feel me
From far away
Or can you hear me
It seems to me
That ya' jealous
'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money
With the fellas'
In the back streets
Tryin' to trap me
Baby HOLD UP
Thugs get lonely too!
But I'm a soulja
And theres no way I'mma' stop makin' money
'Cause ya' attitudes changed
And ya' actin' a little funny
Always complainin'
Sayin' we don't spend time
Can't you see
I got enough stress on my mind
And hangin' up like you all that
And get mad when I'm tell you that
"I'm busy baby, call back,"
Please, ain't nothin' left to say to you
Thugs get lonely too
You KNOW.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I sit alone in my room, drinkin'
Without a care
Talkin out loud to ya'
Like ya' there
Take ya' picture out my back pocket
Man it's on
You the first face I wanna see
When I get home
I wanna love you 'till the sun rise
Buckwild
Touchin' every wall in the house
Thug style
Put ya' hands on the headboard
Think of me
Drippin' sweat on top of you
Sick of scenes in yo' head
That I'm makin' love
So turn the lights down
Reminice 'n relax
'Cause baby right now
I feel in the middle of my stomach
You whisper in my ear
Baby tell me how you really want it
Hold on tightly
Watch the ceiling
Scratch my back
How you react
Lets me know you feel me
'Cause everything I'm giving to you
Is so true
Thugs get lonely too
You know.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Outro: Tupac Talking]
Yeah! THUG LIFE BABY
2PAC 4 LIFE!!!
Thugs Get Lonely Too (Instrumental)
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Lyrics----
"Thugs Get Lonely Too"
(feat. Nate Dogg)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
See, it ain't easy bein' me
Life as a celebrity is less than heavily
I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around
And it's always drama
Whevever I wanna get around
Mama told me
Long before I ever came up
Gotta be true, to watchya' do
And keep ya' game up
'Cause things change
And jealousy becomes a factor
Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to MACK HER!
I'm on tour
But still they keep on knockin' at my door
And I got no time to worry
I'm steady wantin' more
Every day is a test, yes
I try hard
But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath
I pray to God that the woman that I left at home
All alone
Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone
Over the phone
In my mind
I can see her naked
I can't take it
Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I call you up long distance
On the telephone
I wanna tuck you in
Even though I know I can't make it home
I whisper things in ya' ear
Like youre near me
Wonder if you feel me
From far away
Or can you hear me
It seems to me
That ya' jealous
'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money
With the fellas'
In the back streets
Tryin' to trap me
Baby HOLD UP
Thugs get lonely too!
But I'm a soulja
And theres no way I'mma' stop makin' money
'Cause ya' attitudes changed
And ya' actin' a little funny
Always complainin'
Sayin' we don't spend time
Can't you see
I got enough stress on my mind
And hangin' up like you all that
And get mad when I'm tell you that
"I'm busy baby, call back,"
Please, ain't nothin' left to say to you
Thugs get lonely too
You KNOW.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I sit alone in my room, drinkin'
Without a care
Talkin out loud to ya'
Like ya' there
Take ya' picture out my back pocket
Man it's on
You the first face I wanna see
When I get home
I wanna love you 'till the sun rise
Buckwild
Touchin' every wall in the house
Thug style
Put ya' hands on the headboard
Think of me
Drippin' sweat on top of you
Sick of scenes in yo' head
That I'm makin' love
So turn the lights down
Reminice 'n relax
'Cause baby right now
I feel in the middle of my stomach
You whisper in my ear
Baby tell me how you really want it
Hold on tightly
Watch the ceiling
Scratch my back
How you react
Lets me know you feel me
'Cause everything I'm giving to you
Is so true
Thugs get lonely too
You know.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Outro: Tupac Talking]
Yeah! THUG LIFE BABY
2PAC 4 LIFE!!!


![2PAC- U Can Be Touched (Instrumental)
U Can Be Touched (Instrumental)
Lyrics-
U Can Be Touched
[Napoleon Talking]
Life...
What the f**k is life for ni**az like us?
Been waking up to another muthaf**kin day
Im the type of soldier,
A ni**a that seen
Everything in my muthaf**kin eyes
I seen my parents get killed
To my muthaf**kin eyes
I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
I seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes
So I know anybody can be touched
You know what I mean?
[Napoleon]
Oh God forgive me
Somebody please say a prayer for me
Needed my parents
But they was never there for me
Believe in everything they feed me
Im seeing demons
I wake up screaming
Who believe me or was I dreaming?
Five fingers on the .45 chrome
Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on
I aint afraid to die, I want to see whats after this
Im living blind writing rhymes
Til they capture this
And if we die let the world understand why
Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
They seeing us inside a casket
Thats how they see us
Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards
We human beings
They leaving us inside this hell-hole
Just waiting to fail so they tell us
Thats what jail for
Adolescense young teens turned violent
Its floating, in a world turned silent
Cause you could be touched
[Chorus Makaveli]
Young ni**az in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down
Cause you can be touched
Young ni**az in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down
Cause you can be touched
[E.D.I]
I live life High Speed
Moving a million miles per hour
Towards my destiny
Making decesions carelessly
Yeah its me, yo ni**a man child
Bomb first stand proud
Aint looking for hand-outs
Twenty-five years up in this bi**h
And Ill be damned if I aint leaving rich
And leave my kids a grip
I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t
You can be touched, I catch you slippin while Im on a money mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo so my s**t dont flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when its my time to go
I pray the Lord hold me
(U can be touched)
[Kastro]
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real ni**az
That ever breathed
And I was big when I was young
And now I see that I was dumb
My ni**a.. Lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years
For trusting a friend
They left him stuck in the Penn
I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
Nobody cares what got here
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Praise the thug ways and Ill never be bored
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Yall praise the thug ways
So forever its on.. baby
[Chorus Makaveli]
My Young ni**az in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down
Cause you can be touched
Young ni**az in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down
Cause you can be touched
[Young Noble]
Why grieve this life
Planted by the fiends and pipes
Green lights so
Im seeing-seeing everything twice
Pretty much of nothing nice
(naw) we sucking it up
Even when we get a job, we f**king it up
Like it cant happen to us
I could never be a bum
Yeah right, you wound up one
God forbid Im touched, yall keep living it up
Look and learn
Next it could be your turn... word
[Kadafi]
Yes this a felonies hobby
That got me here thinking robbery
Day to day all year long
Teflon protects my body
Its such unimportant in this criminal cartel
Im caught and supporting me
So in these streets of hockey
I play the goalie,
Secretz to war licks, and score s**t
Share between clients and homies
Remember what Patcino told me
Before he past
Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles
Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely
And Im point like a thong
And its survive for the strong
Living outside the laws of this crooked world
I was born touched
[Chorus Makaveli]
My Young ni**az in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down
Cause you can be touched
Young ni**az in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down
Cause you can be touched 2PAC- U Can Be Touched (Instrumental)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/gsLwmx8QsNo/mqdefault.jpg)


![2PAC- Untouchable [Remix (Instrumental)]
Untouchable [Remix (Instrumental)] 2PAC- Untouchable [Remix (Instrumental)]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/hbGBylxKh04/mqdefault.jpg)




![2PAC- Resist The Temptation (Instrumental)
Resist The Temptation (Instrumental)
Lyrics-
Resist The Temptation
(feat. Amel Larrieux)
[Intro: 2Pac]
Resist the temptation
This song go out to the Underground Railroad...
Digital Underground...
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Resist the temptation of the beast
You slip and loose your grip and forever fall asleep
The venom is contagious, be wary of its spell
What you thought would be heaven, turns out to be hell
I wonder if she knows, the devils taking off her clothes
Deep into her soul, slow, now hes in control
Poppas doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse
Wouldnt be the first, to leave the ghetto in a hearse
Oh and how it hurts, the children pay the biggest price
Never get the chance, to grow up with a happy life
Blame it on the rock, but we know thats a bunch of crap
Someone from the top, supplying us with plenty crack
Keep em in a daze, dont let them see the other way
Let em all get paid, wont live to see another day
See they never got a breath of the sunshine
Now the kids addicted and only hit it one time
Were destined to be dead as a nation
Dont let it come to this, resist the temptation
[Chorus: Amel Larrieux]
From, pyramid top to, bottom of bowl
From, whips and lock your fist and afro
We, dug too deep to give up this gold
Dont beat boy, and you wont be sold
Running on empty, you aint gon go
Running on empty, lead you to nowhere
We fact, nobody can lie
So: RE, SIST, THE, TEMPTATION
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Gamble for your soul with the devil
You wonder how low, can you go, before you finally reach the lowest level
As everybody sit and stares
Theres no use looking in your eyes cause there isnt anybody there
And though it may make you wanna cry
Got you stealing from your family and you dont even know why
I guess you think theyll understand
You feel cold, cause you sold your soul to the dopeman
Oh now theres no turning back, in fact
Is decided, that would live and die for the crack
You got no friends cause you cheated em all
Feel lonely, low, defeated and small
No one was there when I took the wrong path
And nobodyd care if I died in a blood bath
But is this my destiny?
Tell the lord they got my mind, but he can have the rest of me
Cause Im ready to end it all
One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and all
I didnt mean to be a bother
A failure as a son, a husband and a father
I wish I could turn back the time
Go back and find, why I let it crack my mind
And my only explanation, it came to this
Resist the temptation
[Chorus: Amel Larrieux]
From, pyramid top to, bottom of bowl
From, whips and lock your fist and afro
We, dug too deep to give up this gold
Dont beat boy, and you wont be sold
Running on empty, you aint gon go
Running on empty, lead you to nowhere
We fact, nobody can lie
So: RE, SIST, THE, TEMPTATION
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Your death left family behind
Your wife and your son find a gun, and pieces of daddys mind
On the door and on the floor
Now her husband is dead, what else is she living for?
So now she picks up the gun
Now son is the only one
Grows up in adoption homes
Gets older, bolder, and cold cause hes left alone
To him, nothing is funny
Mind set on one thing, making his money
Since I was left with no hope
I want money and gold ropes and so I slang dope
Now Im the neighborhood dopeman
And as long cause they smoking Ill never be broke man
I live the life of a trifle
Following a cycle, so Im just a psycho
But if I had a better life
I would have lived a good life and did more things right
Hard to resist temptation
With all the aggravation and the frustration
Of living in the ghetto
Your mind gets twisted, just like a pretzel
So its time that I check out
But one nosy cop, just wont let me get out
They got me trapped once again
With a choice: shoot the cop, or live life in the pen
I cant stand the frustration
Resist the temptation
[Chorus: Amel Larrieux w/ extra ad-libs]
From, pyramid top to, bottom of bowl
From, whips and lock your fist and afro
We, dug too deep to give up this gold
Dont beat boy, and you wont be sold (resist the temptation)
Running on empty, you aint gon go
Running on empty, lead you to nowhere
We fact, nobody can lie
So: RE, SIST, THE, TEMPTATION
[Outro: 2Pac w/ Amel Larrieux ad-libs]
Five Thousand
This song go out to the Underground Railroad...
Digital Underground... 2PAC- Resist The Temptation (Instrumental)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/jIV2X7E0yiw/mqdefault.jpg)