Tupac Shakur Quotes - Page 15

Tupac the son of the Black Panther, and Tupac the rider. Those are the two people inside of me. I was raised off those ideals.

Niggers was the ones on the rope, hanging off the thing. Niggas is the ones with gold ropes,hanging out at clubs.

Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip, loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips.

Mama raised a hellraiser why cry, That's just life in the ghetto, do or die.

If I win and get the money, then the Oakland Police department is going to buy a boys' home, me a house, my family a house, and a Stop Police Brutality Center.

Dre was one of my heros in the music industry. If he's not down for his homeboys, I don't wanna be a part of him or around him.

We live like caged beasts waiting for the day to let the rage free.

Of course I'm going to say "I'm a thug" that's because I came from the GUTTER and I'm still HERE!

My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs, and killers.

Everything in life is not all beautiful, not all fun. There is lots of killing and drugs.

Everybody against me. Why? Why me? I have not brought violence to you. I have not brought Thug Life to America. I didn't create Thug Life. I diagnosed it.

I'm not a gangsta rapper. I rap about things that happen to me. I got shot five times. People was trying to kill me.

I guarantee if people keep mm..supportin' me....Just buying my records, goin to my concerts, just supporting me..I'ma keep givin' money....Like Makaveli, every time it go platinum, I'm putting money up for community centers.

I didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose me.

The reason why I could get into acting was because it takes nothing to get out of who I am and go into somebody else.

Thug Life to me is dead.

While I'm dreaming, Wake up screaming, Cuz I can hear them suckas scheming.

we wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun, well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals, dont ask me why, thank god, and ask me how

Life in the pen ain't for me 'cos I'd rather die.

God damn! Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies, Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty. We try to cry, but still they all die, I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is: they all high.

In my mind I'm a blind man doin' time.

Hoping they bury me with ammunition, weed, and shells. Just in case.

Now up and atom it's on, I was raised to be strong, and mama told me be a thug since the day I was born. The fame was a plot to try a change me, and what's strange is nobody knew my name.

I'll probably be punished for hard living.

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?