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"Changes" is a powerful and socially conscious hip-hop song by the iconic rapper 2Pac. Released in 1998, it remains a timeless commentary on the struggles and injustices faced by African Americans in the United States. The song blends poignant lyrics with a sample of Bruce Hornsby's "The Way It Is" to create a thought-provoking and emotionally charged track. In "Changes," 2Pac reflects on the cyclical nature of poverty, racism, and violence in urban communities. He addresses issues like racial profiling, drug addiction, and the need for societal change. Through his evocative verses and a heartfelt chorus, he calls for unity, empathy, and a commitment to making the world a better place. The song's enduring popularity lies in its ability to resonate with listeners of all backgrounds, emphasizing the need for understanding and compassion in the face of adversity. "Changes" stands as a testament to 2Pac's lyrical prowess and his dedication to using his music as a platform for social commentary and activism. Lyrics: "Changes" (feat. Talent) [2Pac:] I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself: "Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?" I'm tired of being poor and, even worse, I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm looking for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero "Give the crack to the kids: who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare!" First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other "It's time to fight back," that's what Huey said Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead I got love for my brother But we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start making changes Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers And that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids But things change... and that's the way it is [Talent:] That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is Aww yeah That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is Aww yeah [2Pac:] I see no changes, all I see is racist faces Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under, I wonder what it takes to make this One better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right 'Cause both Black and White are smoking crack tonight And the only time we chill is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready to see a black president It ain't a secret, don't conceal the fact: The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change Try to show another way, but you staying in the dope game Now tell me, what's a mother to do? Being real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today," but you made it in a sleazy way Selling crack to the kids "I gotta get paid!", well hey, but that's the way it is [Talent:] That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is Aww yeah That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is Aww yeah [2Pac talking:] We gotta make a change It's time for us as a people to start making some changes Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live And let's change the way we treat each other You see the old way wasn't working So it's on us to do what we gotta do to survive [2Pac:] And still I see no changes Can't a brother get a little peace? It's war on the streets and a war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the facts giving it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up Crack you up and pimp-smack you up You gotta learn to hold your own They get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool You say it ain't cool, my mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped And I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the payback Some buck that I roughed up way back Coming back after all these years "Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!" That's the way it is [Talent:] That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is Aww yeah (You're my brother, you're my sister) That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is Aww yeah [2Pac:] Some things'll never change

"Dear Mama" is a heartfelt and emotionally charged song by the iconic rapper Tupac Shakur, also known as 2Pac. Released in 1995 as a part of his album "Me Against the World," the song serves as a tribute to his mother, Afeni Shakur, and explores the complex relationship he had with her. In the lyrics, Tupac expresses deep love and gratitude for his mother, acknowledging her sacrifices and unwavering support through tough times. He reflects on the challenges they faced together and how her strength and love guided him. The song also touches on themes of poverty, social issues, and the struggles of a single mother. "Dear Mama" is celebrated for its raw and honest portrayal of Tupac's emotions and life experiences. It's considered one of his most iconic tracks and a testament to his lyrical prowess and ability to convey deep emotions through his music. Lyrics: "Dear Mama" [2pac:] You are appreciated When I was young, me and my mama had beef 17 years old, kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school And scared to go home, I was a fool With the big boys breaking all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister, over the years We was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies, the same drama When things went wrong we'd blame mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary one day? And running from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen, mama I finally understand For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a man You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it There's no way I can pay you back, but the plan Is to show you that I understand; you are appreciated [Reggie Green and "Sweet Franklin" (2Pac):] Lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya? [2pac:] Now, ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy, 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry, 'cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along I was looking for a father he was gone I hung around with the thugs And even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own, so I started slangin' I ain't guilty, 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good putting money in your mailbox I love paying rent when the rent is due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me And never left me alone, because you cared for me And I could see you coming home after work late You're in the kitchen, trying to fix us a hot plate You just working with the scraps you was given And Mama made miracles every Thanksgivin' But now the road got rough, you're alone You're trying to raise two bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back, but my plan Is to show you that I understand; you are appreciated [Reggie Green and "Sweet Franklin" (2Pac):] Lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya? [2pac:] Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause through the drama I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy, there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I gotta thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back, but my plan Is to show you that I understand; you are appreciated [Reggie Green and Sweet Franklin (2Pac):] Lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady Lady (Dear Mama) Lady Lady

"Hit 'Em Up" is a famous hip-hop song by Tupac Shakur, released in 1996. The song is known for its aggressive and confrontational lyrics, as Tupac takes aim at his rivals, primarily The Notorious B.I.G. and Bad Boy Records. In the music video, Tupac and his crew deliver their verses with intense energy, often surrounded by flames and gritty urban scenes. The video complements the song's message of defiance and rivalry within the hip-hop community, making it a classic in the genre's history. Lyrics: Hit 'Em Up" (feat. Outlawz) [2Pac:] I ain't got no motherfucking friends That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker Take Money West Side, Bad Boy killers Take Money You know who the realest is We bring it too Take money, take money [2Pac:] First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches We keep on coming while we running for your jewels Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Lil' Caesar go ask your homie how I'll leave you Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Little Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets So fuck peace! I'll let them niggas know it's on for life Don't let the Westside ride the night haha Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and get your caps peeled You know [2Pac:] See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac, oh Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up [2Pac:] Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches Take money [Hussein Fatal:] Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little Moo' pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting traps Little accident-murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya Poisonous gats attack when I'm serving ya Spank you, shank your whole style when I gank Guard your rank cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga And I'm smoking Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga With the ready-power Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Your clout petty/sour, I push packages every hour I hit 'em up [2Pac:] Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac, oh Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up [2Pac:] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open Trying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping Smoking dope, it's like a sherm high Niggas think they learned to fly But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me All you niggas living bummy – why you fucking with me? I'm a self-made millionaire Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air haha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house? Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate Motherfucker, I'll hit 'em up [Kadafi:] I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease I'll bring you fake G's to your knees Copping pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up? Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck, is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia clique moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked [E.D.I. Mean:] Jui-cer You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser About to get murdered for the paper E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper Like a loc with Little Ceas' in a choke Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping, it's a battle lost I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off Nigga, I hit 'em up! [2Pac:] Now you tell me who won I see them, they run haha They don't wanna see us Take money Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressing up trying to be us Take money How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? We millionaires Killing ain't fair, but somebody got to do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us? You little young-ass motherfuckers Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something? You're fucking with me, nigga You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it: Bring it! But we ain't singing, we bringing drama Fuck you and your motherfucking mama We gon' kill all you motherfuckers Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion Well, this is how we gonna do this: Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew! And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too! Chino XL: fuck you too! All you motherfuckers, fuck you too! (Take money, take money) All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you; die slow, motherfucker My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow! You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside til we die! Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya We'll bomb on you motherfucker! We do our job! You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas All you motherfuckers feel us Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple Take money You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts You know how it is, when we drop records they felt You niggas can't feel it, we the realest Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy-killers We killers, we killers, we killers

Timestamps: 0:00 2Pac ft Ice Cube & Biggie Smalls - Real G's Part 2 4:53 2Pac - Insane ft. Ice Cube,DMX, Snoop Dogg 8:21 2Pac - Fly High ft. DMX,50 Cent 12:05 2Pac - Glock'd Up 2 15:42 2Pac - Tha Smoke 18:15 2Pac - Ready For War 2020 21:33 2Pac Ft. Eminem - The Punisher 24:20 B I G VS 2Pac 26:23 2Pac - Mama Raised Me As A Thug ft. The Notorious B.I.G., Crooked I 30:16 2Pac, Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, DMX - City To City 36:22 50 Cent Ft. Biggie & 2pac - Many Men Runnin 40:21 2Pac, Ice Cube, Eazy E & N.W.A - Straight Outta West Side (ft. YG, Schoolboy Q) 45:16 50 Cent - Disco Inferno (Remix) feat. 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G., Eminem 49:49 Nipsey Hussle, Wiz Khalifa, YG - Work It Out ft. 2Pac 53:32 2Pac - Grab My Strap Part 3 Ft. Snoop Dogg, Daz Dillinger 58:28 2Pac - Loyal 2 The Game 1:02:38 2Pac -Mike Tyson - I'm a Soldier 1:05:44 2Pac feat. Eminem - Till I Collapse 1:10:02 Tech N9ne, 2Pac & Eminem - Undead 1:14:25 2Pac - Snowfall 1:18:52 2Pac ft Notorious B.I.G. - Throw Up Your Gunz 1:22:00 2Pac - Middle Finger 1:25:41 2Pac & Eazy-E - Still Dre 1:29:23 2Pac & Method Man - Coming For You ft. SpankJusBizness 1:33:48 2Pac - Raised By Killers 1:36:44 2Pac - Bring My Hennessy 1:39:59 2Pac Feat. Kurupt, Outlawz, Daz Dillinger-Initiated 1:43:54 2Pac - Dear Lord Can Ya Hear Me 1:47:20 2Pac - Fuck All Y'all 1:51:25 2Pac, Ice Cube feat. Jay Rock - Elbows