Heartz Of Men
2Pac Lyrics

Ayy, Suge what I tell you, nigga?
I had told you, Suge, that when I come out of jail, I'm going to dig into these niggas' chests, and that's what I'm going to do now.

When I come out of jail what was I gonna do
I promised to start getting revenge from people who wronged me once I get out of jail.

Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize, 'cause the ride get tricky
It's crucial to keep your focus when things get tricky in this game.

See you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends But in real life, they your enemies Then you got some muthafuckas that say they your enemies But in real life, they eyes is on your money See, the enemies will say they true But in real life, those niggas will be the snitches It's a dirty game y'all Y'all got to be careful about who you fuck with And who you don't fuck with 'Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, baby Keep your mind on your riches
Some people who seem like friends can be your enemies, and those who claim to be enemies may have their eyes on your money. You must be careful who you associate yourself with and who you don't, as this is a dirty game, and things may get wild. However, always keep your focus on your riches.

9-1-1, it's an emergency Cowards tried to murder me From the hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me Shit, I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed Nothin' more I despise than a liar Cowards die My mama told me when I was a seed Just a vicious muthafucka while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver When I deliver Criminal lyrics From a world wide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit, that's what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switchin' up on you ordinary bitches Like a south paw, you get left And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a G I rip the crowd, then I start again Eternally I live in sin Until the moment that they let me breathe again The hearts of men
I am legendary, and everyone, from the hood to the suburbs, knows who I am. Nothing angers me more than liars, and I'll make them shiver with my criminal lyrics. I'm the Makaveli that thug niggas are waiting for, and so many rumors follow me, but I am infinitely immortal. I switch things up randomly and leave people in shock. I will ball as a G until I take my last breath, and then start again until I can't breathe anymore. It's all about the hearts of men.

My lyrical verse with so much pain To some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't one of us It gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swole In fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw And five-o, get your lights on, the fights on Tonight's gonna be a fuckin' fight So we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a 'G' to this until the day I'm gone that's regardless Drive-by, niggas bow down Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up First nigga gettin' drugged out I can be a villain if ya let me A muthafucka, if ya do upset me Tell the cops to come and get me Rip the crowd like a phone number Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends, nigga Look inside the hearts of men
My lyrics are filled with pain, and if you're not one of us, you'll feel it even worse. We're going to fight tonight, so get your lights on. My homies say that I'm heartless, but I'll always be a G, regardless of how people perceive me. I kill whoever acts up and have no friends. Look inside the hearts of men.

To all my niggas engaged in makin' money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer livin' in fear My pistol close in hand Convinced that this is my year Like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a don If niggas is havin' problems Smoke 'em, fire a bomb I died and came back I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack Thuggin' is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowin' Scarred up But still flowin' Energized and still goin'
All my niggas engaged in money-making should keep their focus on their chips and ignore punk bitches. I am no longer afraid, have my pistol close by, and convinced that this year is mine. I am the chosen one. Give me my money, and I'll accept the label of being a don. If anyone causes problems, we'll smoke them or fire a bomb. I died and came back, and now I hustle with these lyrics. Thuggin' is in my spirit, and I keep going despite my scars.

Uh, can it be fate? That makes a sick muthafucka break On these jealous ass cowards 'cause they evil and fake What will it take? Give me that bass line I'm feelin' bombed Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat, and let me start again Represent 'Cause I've been sent The hearts of men
Can fate be the reason for a sick man's breakdown? Take those cowardly, evil, and fake motherfuckers down. What will it take? Give me a bass line, I will feel bombed. I represent Deathrow, and the homie Quik gave me a beat, so I could start again. I've been sent to represent the hearts of men.