2Pac-Careless Whisper Lyrics
Other Album Songs:
* California Love
* I Aint Mad At Cha
* Skandalouz
* Got My Mind Made Up
* No More Pain
* Only God Can Judge Me
* Tradin War Stories
* What'z Ya # Number
* Holla At Me
* Wonder Why They Call U
* When We Ride
* Thug Passion
* Check Out Time
* Ratha Be Ya Nigga
* All Eyez On Me
* Run Tha Streetz
* Ain't Hard 2 Find
* Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find
* 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted
* Shorty Wanna Be A Thug
* cant c me
* All Bout U
* How Do You Want It
* Picture Me Rollin'
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The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P
(You must be goin' blind)
Give me my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with 9 figures
Real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch them
While they coughed up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get blown
My adversaries cry like ho's
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe ?
Nigga you ain't know ?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
I've seen money
But baby I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
'2Pac'
And I ain't stopping'
Till I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell made
Visions of cops and sirens
Niggas open fire
Buncha Thug Life niggas on the rise
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a Boss Player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't C Me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't C Me
Been gettin' word that these square motherfuckers with nerves
Saying they can get with us
But picture me gettin' served
My own mama say I'm thugged out
My shit be bumpin out the record store
As if it was a drug house
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
Nigga what ?
It ain't nothing but a party when we thug
And there I was
A young nigga with heart
Ain't had shit to loose
Pullin' my pistol on them fools
You know the rules
D-R-E you got me heated
My words like a penitentiary dick
Hittin' bitches where it's most needed
Money and weed
Alize and Hennesse
To my Thug niggas in lock down
Witness me
Bail on these ho's in floss mode
The life of a Boss Player
Fuck what ya thought tho'
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets
Niggas Can't C Me
Niggas Can't C Me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't C Me
Which way did he go George
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
You niggas made a mistake
You should've never put my rhymes with Dre
Them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day
Hey Homie if ya feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me
That they missed
They ain't killed me
I can make a motherfucker shake
Rattle and roll
I'm full of liquor
Thug nigga
Quick to jab at them ho's
And I can make ya jealous niggas famous
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is
I'm just a rich motherfucker from the way
If this rappin' bring me money
Then I'm rappin' till I'm paid
I'm getten green like I'm supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these ho's
And see how many I can go through
Look to the star
And visualize my debut
Niggas know me, player
I gotta stay true
Don't be a dumb motherfucker
Because it's crazy after dark
Where the true Thug niggas see ya heart
Niggas Can't C Me
SongwritersGEORGE CLINTON, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR, ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG
Published byLyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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