Siempre Veo en ti una mirada de esperanza puesta en mi tu el motivo la motivación hacer más que elegante adejar actitudes que me dañan y logran dañarte Espero nunca Buelvas a estar triste en los momentos que falle creadora en peradora dueña de este ser cantante compositor para hacerte mil canciones
WHEN THE SYNTHESIZER DROPS MA MENNN IT'S LIKE SOMEBODY JUST FORGOT YOUR EVIL DEEDS, IT'S JUST HEAVENLY, MY MAN PAC WAS A REEEEAAL MAN OF GOD. Here: 1:42
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still rolled Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan When I talk about money all you see is the struggle When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble Congratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin' I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And I can see us after school, we'd bomb! On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha You tryin' hard to maintain, then go head 'Cause I ain't mad at cha (Hmm) (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin', that we wasn't Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived Don't shed a tear, 'cause Mama I ain't happy here I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs In my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back" As soon as I touch down I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha 'Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha (A true down ass bitch, afund I ain't mad at cha) Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin' now Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down He went from nothin' to lots, ten carots to rock Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days 'Cause crime pays, and in time, You'll find a rhyme'll blaze you'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop? Til God return me to my essence 'Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now? They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha I ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha) I ain't mad (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha I ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha, no I ain't mad at cha
I love playing this on the piano. It's one of my personal favorites.
Nathan Bedingfield YES ME TOO!
Hmm what's the music?
This goes so hard! RIP Pac❤️🙏🏾
This is way better than what I heard from others who try to remake this beat
this the best one I heard on here.... this should have all the plays... good work
Great job bro wtf 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
yep, the best remake! much love! 1 Nation!
Tupac the best.
I did not know why i feel tears want to drop from my eyes when i hear this
Best instrumental
Best version. bar none
Yo this one the best 1 ever heard I really put this on repeat
Oh yes! Come on wit it now! This is the best instrumental version.
By far the best one in TH-cam, great job
Fabulous instrumental
Underrated right here!! 🔥🔥
The best one I’ve heard!
Hey I just wanted to say your version is the best thank you for this
This is AWSOME work 🔥🔥🔥🔥 ... thank u 👏👏👏
Am I the only one who's here after Dr. Dre played this instrumental during halftime @ Super Bowl?
Nice Remake bro I like it bro
Not Just 2pac Is Amazing, Even His Lovers. 🎤🎶🎵 ❤
The ending was spiritual it’s like he left after making this beat
YESSSSSSS!! Loving this version👍🏼👍🏼👏👏👏👏👏👏🤗🤗
Siempre Veo en ti una mirada de esperanza puesta en mi tu el motivo la motivación hacer más que elegante adejar actitudes que me dañan y logran dañarte
Espero nunca Buelvas a estar triste en los momentos que falle creadora en peradora dueña de este ser cantante compositor para hacerte mil canciones
Yup Best One 🔥✔️
This is so deepest!❤
#Thuglifeforever
That was perfect!
Good version ! 👍💗
aye...got damn fool. you killed this shit. good shit bruh.
WHEN THE SYNTHESIZER DROPS MA MENNN
IT'S LIKE SOMEBODY JUST FORGOT YOUR EVIL DEEDS, IT'S JUST HEAVENLY, MY MAN PAC WAS A REEEEAAL MAN OF GOD.
Here:
1:42
need this in extended version
awesome......
MAD 🔥 HEAT .
very heart full beat
Where can I get a piano that sounds like that?
I just feel like crying,But I ain't mad at cha
Definitely best out there. Only Acceptable remake of daz’ album cut (not video) instrumental. Finally found one.
I'm positioned at the pearly gates... to plead my case to the angels that I await ....with a bag of burdens that carry a !of a weight....
You Gonzo... did you make this one???? I don't know why I haven't heard it...
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still rolled
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb!
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha
You tryin' hard to maintain, then go head
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm) (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin', that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, 'cause Mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
In my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
'Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha (A true down ass bitch, afund I ain't mad at cha)
Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days
'Cause crime pays, and in time,
You'll find a rhyme'll blaze you'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Til God return me to my essence
'Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha
I ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, no
I ain't mad at cha
0:16
Damn nigga, you kiillin it
Anyone else think of candy man when you hear this piece?
El Tomás Sobino está mas rico que el pan con palta
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