2Pac-Only Fear Of Death(True Original Version)

comment or rate Pssst.... aiyyo Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever Tell me, which one? They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord but he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless -- I'm chokin off marijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin focus Fallin to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die? Forever paranoid and nervous because I'm high Don't mention funerals I'm stressin, and goin nutty And reminiscin bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money Where am I goin I discovered, can't nothin save me My next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn'ta did it Everybody's dyin am I next, who can I trust? Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust? Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin, two to the head while I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious of this bitch the line busy everytime I call her Now she's tellin me to visit, who else is home? I check the house before I bone, so we all alone After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her The bitch is tellin all her homies -- that I can fuck her ...

Big Pun - The Dream Shatterer [Original Version] (Produced by Buckwild)

The original version of "The Dream Shatterer" off the album "Endangered Spieces" Lyrics: Aiyyo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden I'm carvin my initials on your forehead So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the board head Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap cause he ain't worth jack Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack hand him his purse back I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull Master the flow, niggaz be swearin I'm blacker than coal Like Nat King, I be rappin and tounge's packin The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony... Montana You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana C'mon pana we be mob rhymers Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda A man of honour wouldn't wanna try to match my persona Sometimes rhymin I blow my own mind like Nirvana Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda grammar [Chorus] When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin like you Satan when I'm the rhymin abomination [repeat Chorus] [Big Pun] I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to the gut, medicine Raw cure for pain I coat your brain like polyurethane Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms If you came to learn how to make fire, I'ma make it burn! Higher and hotter than lava ...