All Eyez on Me Page #7

And leave a young mother

to be a pappy

And since we all came

from a woman

Got our name from a woman

And our game from a woman

I wonder why we take

from our women

Why we rape our women

Do we hate our women?

I think it's time

to kill for our women

Time to heal our women

Be real to our women

And if we don't we'll have

a race of babies

That will hate the ladies

That make the babies

And since a man can't make one

He has no right to tell a woman

When and where to create one

So will the real men get up

I know you're fed up, ladies

Put your hands up in the air.

Keep ya head up.

Ooh, child,

things are gonna get easier

Keep ya head up.

Ooh, child, things get brighter

Y'all sound so good!

Ooh, child,

things are gonna get easier

Ooh, child, things get brighter

Yeah!

Thank you, ladies,

for the sounds!

See this nigga, man?

You got, like, three car

loads in back of us, man!

I love Atlanta, man!

It's enough to go around,

right now.

They all coming to

the motherfuckin' room, too.

Hot, man.

You killed that sh*t today.

Hell, yeah!

What do you want?

Get the f*** out!

I was gettin' out!

You're on our side of town!

What the f***'s goin'

on with this motherf***er?

- Stealing too many cars?

- Pull over!

Hold him! Hold him!

Come on!

Hold him! Gimme a shot!

Come on!

You like that, huh?

Hey! Hey, yo!

Come on! Get up!

Hey, yo, what the f*** goin' on?

What the hell y'all doin'?

Goddamn, get!

Mind your f***ing business!

Get back in your f***ing car!

F*** you, motherf***er.

What the f*** you gonna do?

Listen, get back...

Didn't you hear

what he said, huh?

Get your black ass

back in the car, n*gger.

Come on!

F*** that!

Hey, y'all get down.

Get the f*** down!

Forget it!

- F*** this.

- Hey, he's got a gun!

Drive! Drive!

Rapper and actor, Tupac Shakur,

recently arrested in Atlanta

following the shooting

of two off-duty policemen...

Authorities say two officers

were crossing the street

when a car driving recklessly

nearly hit them.

I mean, sh*t. They were

dressed in street clothes.

How the f*** was I supposed

to know they was cops?

Sh*t, you're blessed, playboy.

- You're a lucky dude, Pac.

- Hell, yeah.

Look, I thought they was just

a couple crazy motherfuckers

f***in' with a brother.

And in a way, they was.

Feel me?

'Cause the guns they had,

they stole the motherfuckers

out the police lockers.

Oh, word?

Send her up.

I came to give you an address

from the political prisoners

held captive in the dungeons

of the United States.

They do not want me

to give you this address

here in the United States.

African-American people

and their movements

for liberation

have been criminalized.

Our finest and freedom fighters

have been slain in the streets.

Our people who stand up

for our freedom,

have been railroaded to prison

by the same legal system

that tries to protect you today

and yet tried

to kill you yesterday.

There are black

political prisoners

here in the United States!

And on behalf

of the white American

political prisoners,

I say to you, brother,

we have you

Hey, yo, Pac. I got you

if you need some, man.

Nah, I don't need nothin'.

I'm good.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm good.

You okay, baby?

Anything I could do'?

I'm gonna take care of you.

This feel good?

Yeah.

Back in elementary,

I thrived on misery

Left me alone

I grew up amongst a dyin' breed

Inside my mind couldn't find

a place to rest

Until t got that Thug Life

tatted on my chest

Tell me can you feel me?

I'm not living in the past

You wanna last be

the first to blast...

Let's go, big boy.

Come on!

Well, if it isn't the superstar.

Turn around, n*gger.

You heard him. Do it, nigga.

Turn your black ass around.

Bailiff.

Wait!

I'm gonna be all right, Mama.

I'm all right.

I'll be all right.

All right.

Hold down, little brother.

I shall not fear no man.

But God

Though I walk through

the valley of death

- Let's go, ladies.

- Let's go, let's go.

Back of the bus.

Let's go, let's go!

Move it, move it, move it.

You want some more?

What up, Pac?

What's up, Pac?

What the hell is she doin' here?

I just got here.

Get some of this coke

up in you right here.

Nigga, what?

You know I don't f***

with that sh*t.

The f***'s goin' on

with these motherfuckers, man?

Hello?

Man, all that money

for that lawyer?

I feel like I'm a f***in' ATM!

Hey, but look,

I know the judges, too.

Anything you motherfucking

need, I got you. A'right'?

A'right.

What's up, baby?

What's goin' on?

Yo, Pac, I want to introduce

you to somebody right here.

I'm Brianna.

Tupac.

I know exactly who you are.

Wanna dance?

Let's dance.

Tonight is your night

For the rest of your life

So just lay back

and relax and listen

There's something

in your eyes, baby

It's telling me

you want me, baby

Tonight is your night

See you don't have to

ask for nothin'

I'll give you

everything you need

So girl don't be shy

- Oh, just

- Baby, come inside

Turn down the lights

'Cause there is something

that I want from you right now

Give me that honey love

There wasn't nothin' between us.

She did what she did

on the dance floor.

We had sex that night.

And after that she wasn't

on my radar at all.

Mr. Shakur. Messages.

She's called numerous times.

Take care of yourself, Pac.

No doubt.

All right.

Bye.

Do it!

F***ing issue?

Let's go.

Eyes front. Keep moving!

Lord! I lost so many peers

And shed so many tears

Now that I'm struggling

in this business

By any means

Label me greedy gettin' green

But seldom seen

And f*** the world

'cause I'm cursed

I'm having visions of

Leaving here in a hearse

God, can you fee! me?

Take me away from

all the pressure

And all the pain

Show me some happiness again

I'm going blind

I spend my time in this cell,

ain't livin' well

Go around the corner.

Let's go. Let's go!

I know my destiny is Hell,

where did I fail?

- Not you.

- What the f*** you doin'?

You stay the f*** there

and don't move!

- What the f*** you doin'?

- Stop talking!

What the f*** you doin', man?

B*tch-ass motherf***er!

Piece of sh*t, motherf***er.

I almost gave up, though.

I'm glad you didn't.

Me too.

To live and die in LA

California

Doesn't matter what you say

About Los Angeles

Game!

Don't cry. Don't cry.

Frank, get your boy.

What'd I tell you?

Us niggas hustle for the cash

So it's hard to knock it

Everybody got they own thang,

currency chasm'

Worldwide

through the hard times,

Worrying faces

Shed tears as we bury niggas

close to heart

Who was a friend

is now a ghost...

It sounds good.

Thanks.

None of this

is by accident, right?

Someone's getting deep.

I'm serious.

I mean, whatever we're

supposed to be doin' here,

we gotta do it, right?

I'm feelin' like everybody

watchin' my motherfuckin' moves.

All Eyez On Me.

- That's it, right there.

- Hell, yeah.

Yo, Suge.

What the f*** happened to you'?

Some niggas jumped me

at the mall, homie.

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