2Pac – Heartz Of Men (Audio, Lyrics)

Tupac (2pac) - Heartz Of Men (prod. DJ Quik)

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2pac Heartz Of Men
2pac Heartz Of Men

2Pac Shakur’s fourth album All Eyez On Me turns twenty-five this year, a classic chapter of the hip-hop canon and legendary Death Row catalogue. Though it’s no easy feat to single out one particular standout, it goes without saying that the combination of Pac and the eternally unsung DJ Quik is as deadly as any. On Book 1’s eighth track, the legendary producer brought his signature groove to “Heartz Of Men,” laying down a smooth bassline and crisp drumline for Pac to ride.

Few could slide over a beat like Shakur, who managed to embody both old-school hip-hop purism and cutting edge gangsta rap violence in the breadth of one stance. Starting the track with a reiterated desire to lay waste on the rap game, Pac snatches the binoculars from Quik and opens fire. “9-1-1, it’s an emergency, cowards tried to murder me,” he begins. “From hood to the ‘burbs, every one of you niggas heard of me.” In retrospect, the opening bars carry a bleak and bittersweet truth, a reminder of the ubiquity that so often comes with death.

Haunting though it may sometimes be to revisit Pac’s music, today of all days is the perfect time to celebrate a genuine hip-hop classic. Rest in peace 2Pac — happy anniversary to All Eyez On Me.

2Pac – Heartz Of Men (prod. DJ Quik)

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Hey, Suge, what I tell you, nigga?
When I come out of jail, what I was gonna do?
I was gonna start diggin’ into these niggas’ chest, right?
Heh, watch this!
Hey, Quik, let me see them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars!
Hahahahaha! Yeah, nigga, time to ride!
Grab your bulletproof vest, nigga
‘Cause it’s gonna be a long one
Now, me and Quik finna show you niggas
What it’s like on this side—the real side
Now, on this ride there’s gonna be some real motherfuckers
And there’s gonna be some pussies
Now, the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The pussies gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin’
Now, everybody keep your eyes on the prize
‘Cause the ride get tricky
See, you got some niggas on your side
That say they’re your friends, but, in real life, they your enemies
And then you got some motherfuckers 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 snitches
It’s a dirty game, y’all
Y’all gotta 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

[Verse 1]
9-1-1, it’s an emergency, cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the ‘burbs, every one of you niggas heard of me
Shit, I’m legendary, niggas scaried and paralyzed
Nothin’ more I despise than a liar, cowards die
My mama told me when I was a seed
Just a vicious motherfucker, why these devils left me free?
I proceed to make ’em shiver when I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a worldwide 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 infinite, Immortal Outlaw
Switchin’ up on you ordinary bitches like a southpaw: 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

The hearts of men

[Verse 2]
My lyrical verge with so much pain, to some niggas, it hurts
My guns bust, if you ain’t one of us, it gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode
I’m a homicidal outlaw, and five-o
Get your lights on, the fight’s 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
Ride by, niggas bow down, thought I’d rot in jail
Paid bail, well, a nigga’s 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 you let me
A motherfucker if you 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 motherfuckin’ friends
Nigga, look inside the hearts of men

In the hearts of men

[Verse 3]
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, open fire and 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’
Uhh, can it be fate, that makes a sick motherfucker break
On these jealous-ass cowards ’cause they evil and fake?
What will it take? Give me that bass line, I’m feelin’ bomb
Death Row, 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

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