Self explanatory, or this wouldn't exist...
"Harsh life, harsh verses".....
"Harsh life, harsh verses".....
"The artist who truly suffers, his stuff is the best, cause his heart bleed on his sleeve" - Nas
- Thread starter The Ruler 09
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I never realized Scarface's verse was a true story until I read the Jay Z book Decoded, for that reason this is truly 1 of the best examples, his man's son died just before he recorded the verse and he put it as the verse...
[Verse 1]
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday, but he don't listen
The poverty bothers me, but mama's working wonders in the kitchen
Listen! I can hear her crying in the bedroom Praying for money but never think would she be dead soon
Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else I'm thirteen, can't feed myself
Can I blame daddy cause he left me?
Wish he would've hugged
Too much like him, so my mama don't love me
On my own at a early age, I'm getting paid
And I'm strapped, so I'll never be afraid
Where did I go astray? I'm hanging in the back streets Running with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me?
Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize
I got nothing to lose, everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the bad guy
That one, you fukked, when you passed by
Buck-buck from a Glock let the glass fly
Do or die walk a mile in my shoes Then you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
With nothing to lose
[The D.O.C] I got raw when I came to Cali
Got nothing to lose
[Ice Cube] That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
Got nothing to lose
[The D.O.C] I got raw when I came to Cali
Got nothing to lose
[Ice Cube] That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
(x3)
[Verse 2]
I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I'm stressing keep a vest for protection From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my nikkas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothing separating us from a MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
Straight soldier, bucking at them bustas
No matter how you try, nikkas never die We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
See me striking down the block hitting corners Mobbing like a motherfukker, living like I wanna
Ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways THUG LIFE, motherfukker, crime pays
Let the cops put they lights on Chase me, nikka, zig-zagging through the freeway
Race me, nikka, in a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfukker that you ever saw
I'm living raw, til they bury me, don't worry me, I'm high
Living like I ain't afraid to die
And if you could walk a mile in my shoes Then you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Ain't no escape from a deadly fate
And everyday there's a million black bodies put away
I'm starting to lose hope, it seems everybody's on dope
Mama told me to leave, cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo, creeping out the window
Alone, on my own, I'm a criminal
Got no love from the household
I'm out cold, on the streets screaming 'Motherfukk peace!'
I got nothing to lose, and something to prove, what do I do?
Live the THUG LIFE, nikka, stay true
I wonder when they kill me, is there a heaven for a real G? Lord forgive me, if you feel me
Cause all my life I was dirt broke with no hope Little skinny motherfukker wanting dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade
But everyday it's a struggle to get major paid
Anyway, it's so hard on a nikka in this city, no pity
And ain't no love for the scrubs that be buying dime
If you could walk a mile in my shoes Then you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
[Outro]
They wonder what type nikka be a THUG LIFE nikka
We be the craziest, motherfukker!
You know!
They wonder what type nikka be a THUG LIFE nikka
We be the craziest!
Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin
Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug
Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
nikkas I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries
But still homey keep it real, how does it feel
To lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid?
You all alone, no communication, block on the phone
Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone
Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song
To help us grow in time, but now our minds are gone
We went from brothers and sisters, to nikkas and bytches
We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches
But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange
Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne
See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry
spliz
SplizThaDon
Should've posted the OG version fam...either way Pac is the GOAT...
Brother Ali also deserves a shout out, he excels at this....
spliz
SplizThaDon
This Aint Livin is one of my fav joints on UTEOT...I think I like both versions of that song equally...
That line too...
"An immigrant from heaven on Earth with a work visa"
Deserves first ever smiley lol....
"An immigrant from heaven on Earth with a work visa"
Deserves first ever smiley lol....
This is 1 of my favourite songs period, when some people I know/am friends with aren't as keen on Pac or try to put Pac in a box this is 1 of the songs I've showed them to show what Pac was about. I know others do this in the same situation too. Song is amazing......
"Peep it - gunfire is produced at alarmin' rates
Today's youth, quick to shoot, get in the car and break
"It Takes a Nation of Millions" if we intend to stop the killin' Just search your feelings, participatin' should be appealing
They're our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's
Heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation
Rest the Lord will protect you, respect due"
"Young brother pump your brakes for me, before you choke Won't you soak up some game from your big homies This ain't livin', we givin' you jewels, use 'em as tools
Explode on they industry and fade them fools
You know the rules, gotta be a rider You can run the red lights but read the street signs, hey
This for all of y'all that keep on raisin' hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself
It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G
Gotta change your life, take the game from me
This ain't livin'"
Today's youth, quick to shoot, get in the car and break
"It Takes a Nation of Millions" if we intend to stop the killin' Just search your feelings, participatin' should be appealing
They're our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's
Heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation
Rest the Lord will protect you, respect due"
"Young brother pump your brakes for me, before you choke Won't you soak up some game from your big homies This ain't livin', we givin' you jewels, use 'em as tools
Explode on they industry and fade them fools
You know the rules, gotta be a rider You can run the red lights but read the street signs, hey
This for all of y'all that keep on raisin' hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself
It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G
Gotta change your life, take the game from me
This ain't livin'"