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Tupac Amaru Shakur, also known by his stage names 2Pac and Makaveli, was an American rapper and actor. He is considered by many to have been one of the best rappers of all time. Shakur was born in the Harlem neighborhood of New York City but relocated to California in 1988. more »

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1997

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Too $hort: 
If your a real hustler your sure to get rich. 

[Chorus]
This is for the hustlas, come on 
This is for the hustlas, oh 
This is for the hustlas, come on 
This is for the hustlas, oh

Oh, come on, come on 

I make money like a motherfucker 
It ain't no thang to me 
Short Dog in the house spittin' game wit Breed 
Ain't no bust partner, that's the third week 
I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me 
How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12? 
The phone and TV ended with a green smell 
I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down 
Short Dog, my shit is nation wide now 
You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop 
I ain't bull shittin' make a mill when I rock 
Three players in the game and it's a major 
Bitch you want to get me better hit me on my pager 
Today I'm on the west coast 
Tomorrow I'm in Texas 
Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus 
Shorty drop the bass in the mix 
You know what's next bitch 
I'm sure to get rich 

[Chorus]

Ha ha 
I'd be the thuggin' ass outlaw 
Til my fuckin' casuct drops 
F*ck around and make me blast on these bastard cops 
This is for the hustlas 
Believe me coming stapped with the gak 
When you see me 
Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin'
Thug life motherfucker ain't no bull shittin'
Born in these projects destined to fate 
Collecting mail on these broke bitches 
Slanging that game 
Now shit done changed 
It ain't the the same 
I ain't lyin' niggas are dyin'
Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin'
In the penitentiary or in the cemetery 
Gettin' high no need to worry 
Last year niggas knockin' up the block and in between shots 
Pumpin' tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac 
This year bringin' you the fix 
Including Ant Banks in the mix 
We're sure to get rich 
Still I ride.
 
[Chorus]

I'm a cold-hearted fool 
I mean a fool at heart, head strong 
And I won't be headed home if he falls apart 
Contact niggas like a part time 
When I ride the beat 
Ain't no way to hide from the dark side 
Man of many men's till the very end 
And blend in and change my iden 
Just to mix up with the game 
They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name 
It's mind over matter 
I don't mind, you don't matter 
Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter 
And we can have us a gak to gak talk 
Do it old style and do a back to back walk 
Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends 
And we can put the bull shit to an end 
I figure if he plays around he lays around 
And he's a motherfucker ? calls a corner when I'm around 
Bodies are buried and found all around 
And parish and charish and thoughts just to be true 
Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya 
So guard your girl and pickup your pistol 
Cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit 
The shit won't change as long as I'm alive 
I gotta survive and keep it tight 

[Chorus]

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