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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
I'm 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
I'm 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 ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this
I'm 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
That's 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
That's what jail for
Adolescense young teens turned violent
It's 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 it's me, yo ni**a man child
Bomb first stand proud
Ain't looking for hand-outs
Twenty-five years up in this bi**h
And I'll be damned if I ain't 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 I'm on a money mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my s**t don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's 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 I'll never be bored
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Y'all praise the thug ways
So forever it's 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
I'm 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 can't happen to us
I could never be a bum
Yeah right, you wound up one
God forbid I'm touched, y'all 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
It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel
I'm 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 I'm point like a thong
And it's 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
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
I'm 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
I'm 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 ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this
I'm 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
That's 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
That's what jail for
Adolescense young teens turned violent
It's 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 it's me, yo ni**a man child
Bomb first stand proud
Ain't looking for hand-outs
Twenty-five years up in this bi**h
And I'll be damned if I ain't 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 I'm on a money mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my s**t don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's 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 I'll never be bored
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Y'all praise the thug ways
So forever it's 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
I'm 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 can't happen to us
I could never be a bum
Yeah right, you wound up one
God forbid I'm touched, y'all 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
It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel
I'm 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 I'm point like a thong
And it's 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- 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)

![2PAC- Let Em Have It (Instrumental)
Let Em Have It (Instrumental)
Lyrics-
Let Em Have It
(feat. SKG)
[2Pac]
Now youve 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 youll find peace
A gemini, so you really blow my mind freak, cmon
I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail
Skinny niggaz throw the dick well
Everybody get they condoms, brother cause its time to fuck
Hurry up and put it on nigga, time is up
Whats next got my mind on some group sex
Where you goin baby, I aint 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] Getcha 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, cmon
[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
Im 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
Im not a on my back ho
I ride the dick and hit it til it cold
Bustin fits of nuts.. get em up
Im a sagitarrius freak, my real hoes feel me
Legs open wide, nigga dick inside
Like (?) tonights the night for you to hit it doggie style
Lay me on my stomach while Im countin them hundreds
Fake bitches wanna front like they dont 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, cmon, 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 dont 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 Im fuckin like Im killin ya, lets 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 youll cry
So good when a nigga leave, youll 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
Its yo dick baby but its 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
Im a zodiac fucker Ill do you all one at a time
And all day long, lets get busy! 2PAC- Let Em Have It (Instrumental)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/l6AUPBe65EE/mqdefault.jpg)
![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)