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STUNT 101: G-unit

Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah

(Chorus)(50 Cent)

I teach you how to stunt
My wrist stay rocked
My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz
I teach you how to stunt
You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn

(Verse 1)(50 Cent)
7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz
24 inches, Giovanni rimz
All one, one wheel, when I want one of them
Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him
They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy
They like me better when Im f***ed up the ass
My boy'll see checks, the re-birth to Liberacci
Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me
And I dont really care, if its platinum or white dawg
Long as it just BLING!, blingin that light yo
In the hood they say 50 man, yo sneaker look right yo
Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
Im fendin to drop that, so i suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cash, he dont care if you heat him
Gettin him to the Keys, safe tip from me to him


(Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)
I'm sensin alot of tension, now that Im likened
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened
We on the contrary hand, covered with platinum
Different color Coupes, but Im in love with the black one
On point, cuz you thought R.I.P's was slackin
So the stash box big enough to squeeze the Mack in
Yeah, Im feelin new, but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
Im fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue Yankee fitted.....G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of streetsweepers
When it comes to stuntin, there's nothin you can teach us
We're in a different timezone, your records dont reach us
Nah, I aint here to save the world
Just roll up a blunt, come with me out front
I teach you how to stunt!


(Verse 3)(Young Buck)
The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed, is the numbers on the range
I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing
And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old
The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold
G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know
Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors let up on a car before
Dont be mad at me dawg, thats all I know
Is how to show these fogaysies how its sposed to go

Uh....Youngunas...Chris and Neef...chia ....Uh
Its official state representnas....Woo. .....Woo
DJ Enough...
Uh....Youngunas...Chris and Neef......chia ..Uh
Its official state P representnas ....Woo. .....Woo [Chorus]
Can't stop, Won't Stop
Rocafella Records cause
We get down baby, we get down baby
Girls to Girls they love us
Cause we stay fresh to deaf
We the best nuthin less [1st Verse - Young Gunz Lyrics ]
They don't make us so break us
When they make-up 2 break up
See the Jay cup
Fix the lil make up
That's them youngunas Chris and Lil Neefy
Wishin they was the 1
But Chris got Lil Kee Kee
Home base Sham Coo back dere
Keep ya mouth shut
We might do that dere
Yep, its only right
That the whole block stares
Hop out the Bimp
With blue and white airs
When I say move
Nigga lets go and get Left yo
Mommie feelin my Baguess yo
My neck glow
Say im young but I can sex tho
Now could it be Im the 1
Ladies check fo

Young Gunz Lyrics
Yes hoe
Got grown women
My moma age
Fck me all kinda ways
Suck and swallow everythin
Way before them rhymin days
Naw it ain't bout the age
Its all in da stroke
Bitches thought I was a joke
'Til they got my jammies
Hey... [Chorus - Young Gunz Lyrics ]
Can't stop, Won't Stop
Rocafella Records cause
We get down baby, we get down baby
Girls to Girls they love us
Cause we stay fresh to deaf
We the best nuthin less

( Young Gunz Lyrics )
Can't stop, Won't Stop
Rocafella Records cause
We get down baby, we get downnnnnnnnn
Girls to Girls they love us
Cause we stay fresh to deaf
We the best nuthin less

[2nd Verse - Young Gunz Lyrics ]
Yep, its only right
We don't treat them no cash
We ain't fleein pass soon
When we see'em we pass'em

I know they hate
Cause we seein that cash
And seein right pass'em
And I don't wanna access'em
No..No..don't make me the bad 1
Then negotiate when the man wit the badge come
U kno the rules when a nigga was yappin
Ain't no rappin
When we see'em we clappin
Plastic bag'em
Den we findin a ditch (Yea)
Toss the magnum
Den we findin dis bitch (Yea)
Take a step ova
The shit we left ova
Now I gotta and tell my niggas
What happen
Niggas betta believe we the youngest In charge (Yea)
Ain't takin a deal
Man, I run wit a charge (Yea)
Chris and Neef
We runnin dis rap shit
State Property poppin
And u want it
U bastters [Chorus - Young Gunz Lyrics ]
Can't stop, Won't Stop
Rocafella Records cause
We get down baby, we get down baby
Girls to Girls they love us
Cause we stay fresh to deaf
We the best nuthin less Can't stop, Won't Stop
Rocafella Records cause
We get down baby, we get downnnnnnnnn
Girls to Girls they love us
Cause we stay fresh to deaf
We the best nuthin less [3rd Verse - Young Gunz Lyrics ]
They see the Younguna
All the gurlie gurlies wanna see the Younguna
Once they see the Rocawear (Wear!)
Little bit of jewels
Plus I treat'em lik I care (Care!)
Safe home base I jus treat'em lik a spare (Yea)
U kno I stay wit a beautiful little thing
And afta me its Neef
Abusin that little thing..Look (together)
U betta tuck 2 ur gurl if she hot fam (together)
Cause im pretty sure she a rock fan
Mommie do u want
Us or him
Treat no I in a team
Fck wit me, fck wit dem
Get the ride for my dogs
That's the game baby gurl
Ain't no shame
Keep it clean
Keep a eye on my dogs u kno
Neva brag
Neva blab wut u saw
Let dem mothafuckers kno u jus as fast on the draw (4 sho)

Young Gunz Lyrics
Let'em kno u need sum cash
4 the drawls (Wooo)
Keep the shit between us
So they be blast on the saw (chorus - Young Gunz Lyrics )
Can't stop, Won't Stop
Rocafella Records cause
We get down baby, we get down baby
Girls to Girls they love us
Cause we stay fresh to deaf
We the best nuthin less Can't stop, Won't Stop
Rocafella Records cause
We get down baby, we get downnnnnnnnn
Girls to Girls they love us
Cause we stay fresh to deaf
We the best nuthin less
[til the end - Young Gunz Lyrics ]

Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy

[Chorus: Snoop] + (Girl)
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

[Chorus: Chingy] + (Girl)
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

[Verse 1: Chingy]
Peeps call me up {*phone ring*} said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning
To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you

DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...

[Chorus: Ludacris]
AHH, you just came home from doin a bid
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You about to catch a cold, STAY THE FUCK AROUND FROM ME
Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on
You disappear like "POOF, BITCH BE GONE"
You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride

[Chorus: Ludacris]
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE
TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL
It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
and when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a FUCKIN BIRD
And the fools, we gon CLOCK ONE and we'll POP ONE
Cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun

[Chorus: Ludacris]
You just got hustled for a wire of cash
Man whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If anyone talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'M gon do? ACT A FOOL

I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY
Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty
Rollin through East Pernium, on way to Ben Heel
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out
and yeah, we blow trees and beez(?), that's fantastic
So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like lil John Cue and get a +Change of Heart+
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams

[Chorus: Ludacris]
The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL


[50 Cent]
New York City!
You are now rapping...with 50 Cent
You gotta love it...
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe

[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?

[50 Cent]
If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like
some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?
And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?
Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that

[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!)
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?

[50 Cent]
Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?
Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing
Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?
And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me
Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?
And always remember girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile

[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?

Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us

I said give me two pair
(cause) I need two pair
So I can get to stompin in my air force ones
(Big boys) stompin in my air force ones

I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom
(Big boy) theres somthin bout dem that's dirty why I got em
(Big boy) I leave um strapped and laced and come up out um
(Big boy) the last person that touched um I been shot um, (big boy)

Now if you looked, and seen lime green forces and kiwi
(Big boy) you couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie
(Big boy) you now I keep it hip-hop
My niggas flip flop
(Big boy) yea my force ones and tip top
(Me) now form a flip flop, (big boy)

I like the limit ed edition to kaki and only green
(Big boy) patent leather pin stripe you should see how I do the strime
(Big boy) size twelve with the strap
Red and white with a cardinal cap
(Big boy) all flavors well it just depend
on when and (don't get me) where I am at (Big boy)

[Murphy Lee]
Don't get me wrong man
And Murphy lee aint dumb man
(Big boy) cuz if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some man
(Big boy) you can not sit up and tell me that you have none man
(Big boy) you may not have three or four but you got one man (big boy)

[Chorus x2]

[Murphy Lee]
We up in footlocker I'm looking like I need those
(Big boy) ten in a half and if you got em give me two of those
(Big boy) I can tell she never seen murphy lee befo
(Big boy) cuz shes just standin ther as if I'm shootin free throws
(Big boy) I said excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes
(Big boy) she said I love u Murph especially in the white in blue
(Big boy) I said the white in blue sound nice make it twice
(Big boy) and I signed an (yo) autograph
(yo) "thanks for the advice" (big boy)

I keep it real dirty, dirty you know how I do
(Big boy) purple in gold with the Lakers the broncos the orange in blue
(Big boy) I like em floppy with ankle socks
lows mids and high tops, (big boy) Which are clear so
But this tims and fat laces with it is cold
(Big boy) but when I win the gold (blhhha) in the house I'm a flow
(Big boy) then its back to the on purpose with em and dots in the toe
(Big boy) then I'm stopping this dough that I'm spending fa sho
(Big boy) on dem Nike air force and e behind de o (big boy)

O.. k li, I treat my shoe like my ride
(Big boy) chrome on the fat laces at what wood on the inside
(Big boy) spray candy on the swoosh
With the electric roof
(Big boy) put the kid on the sole now I got a wad of shoe
(Big boy) you see that low misk with the purple coop I'm drivin them
(Big boy), (Kyjuan, were you getting dem colors, are you dyin them)
(Big boy) ten is my size in dem
No point in tiein dem
(Big boy) aint no point in tryin these on
You know I'm buyin dem (big boy)

Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites
(Big boy) dem three quarters them lows they all tyte
(Big boy) the only problem they only good for one night
(Big boy) cuz once you scuff um you fucked up your whole night
(Big boy) whats my basis? The look up sto on his faces
(Big boy) this kids outrageous hes byein them by the cases
(Big boy) cuz once I cop um gut um and switch the laces
(Big boy) they all purpose ya heard me kinda like my datin (big boy)

[Chorus x2]

I wore spurs at first now theres tape on dem
(Big boy) damn, the nose come out, so I write the date on them
(Big boy) these Louie for Taiwan you gotta wait on dem
(Big boy) I had to get em early so I spent more cake on dem (big boy)

[Murphy Lee]
Look I'm tryin to keep it up like a one minute man
(Big boy) while Ali on the Kawasaki two head bands
(Big boy) jewelry and all
(Wow) fish bowlin um all
(Big Boy), (I got some fifteens) security buyin shoes and all (big boy)

Now some time I get em free some time I gotta pay
(Big boy) walk in the mall and they now what I'm bout to say
(Big boy) gimme the black and platinum, and leather gray
(Big boy) ones in the back and (yo)
tha pair you got on display (check), (big boy)

Now were da boxes were I keep mine (keep mine)
You should beep mine (Big boy), (beep mine)
Maybe once or twice but never three times
(Big boy) I'm just a sneaker pro
I love pumas and shell toes
(Big boy) but cant nothin compare to a fresh crispy white pearl (big boy)

[Chorus x2]

Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy

[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!

[Chorus] (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

[Chorus] (2x)

My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be

[Chorus] (2x)

(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga

[Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a motherfucker

[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

[Lloyd Banks]
50, calm down, here he come

[9 Shots]

[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

[Intro: 50 Cent - singing]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggaz trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
Cause I'll come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

[Verse One]
Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

[Chorus - singing]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

[Verse Two]
Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?


[Verse Three]
Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing


[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

[50 Cent]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggaz in they ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga tryin' to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid
Look baby, this is simple you can't see
You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
Doggy style in ya mouth for the 2003
And y'all know I'm from the DPG

F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally respected
(And you know you're just a P.I.M.P) Now what you know about me

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
Your dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga motherfuck you
G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggaz in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggaz in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word
They love it when I get to crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin'

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]

[Lloyd Banks]
You need to switch over and ride with a star
It'll get you far
I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb
Got some tricks, but I ain't one
I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, PIMP

[Young Buc]
We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty)
We drive old school white walls with mink clothes
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy
Man cough up your love, or you're girl comin' with me
When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know
That money make the world go round, so lets get mo'
Its time to show these playas how it should be done
You got pimp protection, you're mic could be one, G-UNIT

[Hook: 50 Cent]

[50 Cent speaking]
In Hollywood, they say there no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood, they say, theres no b'ness like ho b'ness
They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

Uh, hey dirty, (what?)
Look at that girl right there (oh)
She make me say
Ooh, ooh, (yeah) ooh, ooh, (hey) do what you do

I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swing your hips when you're walkin', let down you're hurr (let down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Lick your lips when you're talkin', that make me sturr

I like the way you look in them pants, see ya fine (fine)
Your momma a quarter piece, she far from a dime (dime)
The type of girl that'll getcha' up and go make you grind (grind)
I'm thinkin' about snatchin' her up, dirty, makin' her mine
Look at her hips, (what?) look at her legs, ain't she stacked? (stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind hittin' that from the back (back)
I like it when I touch it cuz she moan a l'il bit
Jeans saggin' so I can see her thong a l'il bit
I know you grown a little bit, twenty years old, you legal
Don't trip off my people, just hop in the regal
I swooped on her like an eagle swoopin' down on its prey
I know you popular, but you gon' be famous today

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

She be shoppin' in Frontenac
Just look at her front and back
Man she so stacked and she know that I want that
Her man, he's so wack, girl can I taste yo khaki
for three hundred to step, like buyin' a throwback
She stay in the club,(club) I can be seein' she got it honest
In real life, girl remind me of Pocahontas
She be at events, (yeah) so I'm impressed when she pass (yeah)
All the high rollin' cats wanna pay for that ass
Ain't no half steppin', (steppin') she strapped wit a nice weapon (weapon)
Trick, it's against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen her dirty, your mouth gon' drop
Worldwide fools probably tell you this off tops

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

I like the way she doin' that (c'mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back (say it)
Ooh, (uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (uh-huh) do what you do (whoo)
I like the way she doin' that (c'mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back (say it)
Ooh, (uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (uh-huh) do what you do (whoo)

Gimme what you got for a pork chop (uh)
She threw it at me like I was a short-stop (uh)
Workin' in a Fatty Girl Hugga Top
Then she back it up on me and let it drop (drop)
Make it hop (boing) like a bunny (bunny)
Girl can I touch you where it's sunny
or a purse and make you give her some money
She should pose for Sports Illustrated
It's like a picture perfect site
When she pass all the other girls hate it
(But I...)

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (Track stars)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (Chingy)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do

One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?)

Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean)
No matter what I do, they got a nigga
still runnin' from the police
(Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)

I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble
Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles
for some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G
A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me
With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the police

Nigga, you know that's true
Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit a crew
Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
The O.J. and it's all OK
'til that fuckin fake cop got to play the man
Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand
Damn, I hope it don't spill
Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel

Still runnin' from the police I gets no sleep
I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo
But I ain't no motherfuckin track star, pig's got a Jeep
like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker's backyards
So I, grabs my piece before I flee
And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me
Lick shots hits spots off on my piece
Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin' from the police

[Interlude: Buju Banton]
I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco
lay, they tried to cock me, but them can't gun store
When a batty bwoy do it from the mob
Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad
Look around, look around, punk police
While gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy test
Look around, look around, punk police
Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best

Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route
to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game
The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane
on them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White

And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock
And we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin it
I'm lettin off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke
and provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide
We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal

[Notorious B.I.G.]
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (*heavy breathing*)
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker

[Interlude: Buju Banton]
Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me North
Pulled up the park, I left school and left buck
Look around, look around, punk police
Was about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best

They got me runnin' from the five-oh
duckin and dodgin in my survival
The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe
I'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price
He did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life
Tell me is it me or my upbringin
I split that dove shit
Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands
on tight, cause I ain't givin up
I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night
I'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch
They'll never catch me
Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, sneotch
Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend
Do Thug Niggas go to heaven?
I'm rollin with the thorough heads
We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo
I got no love for the five-oh I'm runnin' from the police

[Outro: Buju Banton to fade]

[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin
Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame
In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?
Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga
Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggaz wonder by
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed
for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Niggaz still ballin

[Chorus: dominated by Trick Daddy]
Still ballin, until I die
You can bring your crew motherfucker
I be ballin, they wonder why
(You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers still)

[Verse Two: Trick Daddy]
Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand
When he's gone, devolve, I become a dangerous man
Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin (I'm sayin)
But when these kids go to spray 'em boy I don't be playin
With clientele, any rhyme sales
Question is, will you fuck-niggaz ride for real, huh?
Bitch nigga this is G rated
Plus your homeboy won't make it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em THUG LIFE was the reason for this
And I ride for any nigga who believe in the shit
I'm still ballin

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Still ballin, 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin

[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggaz holla out my name and it's similar to rape
Motherfuckers know I'm comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch
Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
Cause {Trick} don't give a fuck, where you coward niggaz now, blast
Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin
Busters thought we was frontin, so reload and keep dumpin

[Chorus] - Trick Daddy version
[Chorus] - 2Pac version

[2Pac] 'Til the day I die
[2Pac] Still ballin.. motherfuckers still ballin
[2Pac] Straight motherfuckin ballin {*fades out*}

Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration

[Intro] (50 Cent)
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love

To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)

[Verse: B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's a real nigga for ya

[Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!

[Verse: B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop for the town
of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler


[Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people feel your awkward
I tame I'm not lame
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
This new place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch!


(feat. Eminem)

[50 Cent talkin']
Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy right?
I owe you for this one

Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stun if you want to and your ass will get rode on
It feels like my flowz been hot for so long
If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off your so wrong

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Finishin in my head, like a baby born dead
destination heaven, sit and politic with passengars from nine eleven
The lords blessins leave me lyrically inclined
shit I aint even gotta try to shine
God's a seamstress to tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame
straight out the good book, look, niggaz iz shook
50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conan
picture me pen in hand write linez knowin the source of polley
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops does that make me bigga?
I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitta?
In this white man's world Im similiar to a squirrel
lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone will stop ringin again
These industry niggaz aint friends, they know how to pretend

[Chorus X2]

[Eminem - Hook (heart monitor beeps)]
We've been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
debatin whether or not, you been whether to stone'em
Lay on the table they operatin to save you
itz like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz above

[Eminem - Verse 2 (heart monitor stopz)]
They think they're crazy but they aint crazy lets face it, shit basically
they just playin sick, they aint shit They aint sayin shit spray'em Fifty
A to the K, get in the way Ill bring Dre and them wit me
and turn this day into fuckin mayhem you stayin wit me?
Dont let me lose you Im not tryin to confuse you
when I let loose with this uzi and just shoot through your Izuzu
You get the message am I gettin through to you?
You know whatz comin you motherfuckerz dont even know do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little bit yellow on top, and what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killaz tied up in a knot
The Jugganautz of this rap shit like it or not
Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot
You put your life in this theres nothin like survivin the shot
Y'all know what time it iz az soon az Fifty signz on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats, cuz I get alot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the top
some cowards fucked with the wrong building they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children nuclear shower
theres nothin spookier, now your bout to witness the power of fuckin Fifty

[Chorus X2]

[50 Cent - Verse 3]
Gun gone off he dont know that shots go off
Itz fifty, they say Itz Fifty
see a nigga laid out with his top blown off
Itz fifty, man that wasnt Fifty, they wanna holla my name
You dont throw stonez if you live in a glass house
and if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth
cuz Ill break your face, have your ass runnin
mumblin to the Jake, you goin against me dawg you makin a mistake
Ill split you have you lookin like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all them zippers
Im the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper
the way I turn the money over you should call me flipper
You a bitch, a regular bitch, callin her wifey
I fucked her, feed her fast food, you keepin her icy
Im down to sell records but not my soul
Snoop said this in 94': "We dont love them hoez"
I got pennies for my thoughts, now Im rich
see the twentys spinnin lookin mean on the six
niggaz wearin flagz, cuz the colorz match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with holez.

[Chorus X2]


[Notorious B.I.G.]
Yo, check it
Call Lil' Cease
Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital
man fuck that
Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
and go take about like twenty G's from Gino
Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here
Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)

The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
but the nurses is lovin me
Sayin the best part of the day is my half
Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath
Niggaz say I died dead in the streets
Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach
Chillin, sittin on about half a million
With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealin
Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)
All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
Raw flows, and that's how it goes

[Puff Daddy]
C'mon.. we are, we are
He is.. he is..

This for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the V-trim that win
and the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches more furs to drag
More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag
Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh
Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?"
Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut
That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck
Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal
Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right)
Funny how quick these pricks forget
Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit
Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)
It's all good, you know who the clone is
Fuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with the Combses

[Puff Daddy]
C'mon y'all..
We are, we are .. (what's his name)
He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?)

[Lil' Kim]
Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim?
The Notorious K-I to the M
That's me, on MTV, no doubt
Titty out like what - I don't give a fuck!
Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne
Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone
Things done changed, but we continue to reign
as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos
We takin over like Francis
Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers
See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper
Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!

[Puff Daddy]
She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah
He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?)
Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon
We are, we are ..
Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon
He is, he is.. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon)
We are, we are...
Bad Boy 2000
B.I.G. Born Again (he is.. he is..)
and he won't stop
cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh
We are, we are.. (Brooklyn baby)
He is, he is...

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Tupac Shakur was born in Brookly, NY in 1971. Early in his life, he moved to Baltimore , MD, where he attended The Baltimore School for the Performing Arts. At this school,Tupac left a lasting impression on his teachers and was showing tremendous potential. Unfortunately, Tupac was unable to continue his training.He moved to Oakland, California with the rest of his family.
That's when Tupac began to, as he called it, "Hang with the wrong crowd. " Not held back by his lack of formal education, Tupac joined the Rap group Digital Underground as a dancer. Not long befort the group achieved award winning success, Tupac released his own album "2pacallypse Now", which was also a success.
The hit single "Brenda's Got A Baby" launched Tupac's career like a rocket. His stunning talent also got him a role in the motion picture, "Juice". Tupac eventually released a second album "Strictly for my Niggaz," which was an even bigger success.The highlight of Tupac's acting career came when he appeared in "Poetic Justice" besides Janet Jackson. The role made Tupac a household name and showed the world that music may not be Tupac's #1 attribute.
In the midst of a role in the movie "Above the Rim" and a Platnum album "Me against the world," Tupac's rising career was snagged. He was brought up on sexual assault charges by a woman he met at a nightclub. Hours before Tupac would be found guilty, Tupac was robbed at gun point by men whose intent and purpose is still uncertain. Tupac was eventually released at over $1 Million in bail.
After his release, Tupac answered his critics by releasing his best album, "All eyes on me." "All eyes on me" has currently sold around 6 million copies, which is revolutionary for a double cd. Especially in Hip Hop music. As the album climbed the charts, Tupac also completed work on two films, one entitled "Gridlock." While on his way to do charity work, Tupac Shakur was assassinated by the bullets of a unknown attacker.


May 21, 1972--Christopher Wallace is born to Voletta Wallace in the Bed Stuy section of Brooklyn.

March '92--Appears in the Source's unsigned Hype column, signed to Uptown/MCA by Sean Combs.

Summer '92--Makes recording debut on Mary J Blige's "Real Love" remix.

Fall '92--Appears on " A Buncha Niggas" the final cut from Heavy D's Blue Funk album.

April '93--First solo recording, " Party and Bullshit " from the Who's the Man Soundtrack.

Summer '93--Kicks a phat rhyme on Supercat's " Dolly My Baby".

February '94--Releases the promo only " Dreams" aka " I'm Just Playin".

Summer '94--Records " Da B Side ", a duet with Da Brat. Appears on the " Bad Boys " soundtrack.

July '94--Crushes all fake Emcees on the Flava in ya Ear remix. One of his/the best rhymes.

August '94--Marries Singer Faith Evans nine days after meeting her.

September '94--Appears on " Let's get it on ", the first official recording of Biggie and Tupac together.

October '94--Releases " Ready to Die " which sells more than 2 million copies, which is very rare for East Coast rappers.

November '94--Records " Cunt Renaissance " with the Crustified Dibbs.

January '95--Releases the single " Big Poppa/Warning " which features the controversial " Who Shot Ya ".

March '95--Releases " Runnin ", a recording with Tupac despite some tension between Bad Boy and some other now unknown label(Not DeathRow).

Spring '95--" Think Big ", a mix tape favorite is released, which would eventually become the slogan for his " Life after Death " album.

May '95--Mister Cee releases the " Best of Biggie " mix tape. Various freestyles and dope tracks makes it the highest selling mix-tape ever. Ironically he ryhmes over the beats of the then well known " Death Row" totally outshining all their artists.

June '95--" One More Chance" reaches #1 knocking the fag-ass, " King of Pop ", Michael Jackson out of top spot!

Fall '95--Junior Mafia releases their album, thanks to Biggie, they sell over 500 000 copies, this date also starts the platinum career of Kim Jones, AKA " Lil Kim/Big Momma ".

March '96--Appears on " The Uncle Luke Album " and bust some freaky rhymes together with Luke.

June '96--Junior Mafia's " Get Money " remix reaches #1 fourteen days after the release.

July '96--Trades verbals with Jay-Z on " Brooklyn's finest " from Jay's excellent album, " Reasonable Doubt ".

September '96--Biggie breaks his leg in a car accident while driving in the New York area.

November '96--Provides the hooks for 2 songs on Lil Kim's solo album.

November '96--Records " You Can't Stop the Reign " with b-ball phenomenon Shaquille O'Neal.

March 9, '97--After attending a party in Los Angeles, Biggie gets shot seven times while waiting at a stop light. He dies shortly after at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

March 25, '97--BIG's second album " Life after Death, Till death Do Us Part " is released.
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