celeb news Tupac's family hires attorney to investigate connection to his death and diddy

[REDMAN]

 

Edited October 4 by REDMAN

[Carter]

he's ******… even 1000 baby oil bottles wont make the **** smoother 

Edited October 4 by Carter

[jadeabove]

Oh damn. 👀

[LegaMyth]

As much as I am enjoying watching the Diddy Monster fall, Tupac was no angel. 

[Vixen Eyes]

12 minutes ago, LegaMyth said:

As much as I am enjoying watching the Diddy Monster fall, Tupac was no angel. 

explain.

[jdanton2]

possible there might be a connection with Biggie's death as well.

[Gossip_Boy]

Gonna be hard to link him cause everybody involved is dead except Keefe D. Unless people in Diddy's circle start talking.

[LegaMyth]

1 hour ago, Vixen Eyes said:

explain.

Well, he threatened to kill them in Hit Em' Up. 

 

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I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends (sucka-ass)
That's why I ****** yo' *****, you fat motherfucker
West side, Bad Boy killers (take money, take money)
You know who the realest is, niggas, we bring it to you (take money)
That's aight
(Take money)

First off, **** your ***** and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I ****** your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggas ****** for life
Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass *******
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't **** around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so **** peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight (haha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
**** wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
*****, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)
***** made-ass Bad Boy *******, feel it (hey, yo, yo, hold the **** up, yo)

Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps
Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya, shank ya 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 runnin' through, *****
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, *****
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up

Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
*****, we hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open
Tryna come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggas livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a ***** 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 'bout to set the record straight
With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas', I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the ****, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East Coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You's a beat biter
A Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't **** but a faker
Softer than Alizé 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 motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
*****, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (hahaha)
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 **** they gon' be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We millionaires
Killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna **** with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got sickle cell or something? (Take money)
You ******* with me
*****, you **** around and have a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the **** up 'fore you get smacked the **** up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama
**** you and your motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this
**** Mobb Deep, **** Biggie
**** Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfuckin' crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Bo, then **** you too
Chino XL, **** you too
All you motherfuckers, **** you too (take money, take money)
All of y'all motherfuckers, **** 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, *****, we warned ya
We'll bomb on you motherfuckers, we do our job
You think you mob? *****, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothin' but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shits go triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got
Guns in they motherfuckers belts
You know how it is when we drop records, they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
**** 'em, we Bad Boy killers (we killers)"

 

Oh, and there's this...

"Rap Star Tried on Sex Charges

In November 1993, Shakur was arrested after a 19-year-old fan reported to police that she had been with the performer in a New York hotel room when several of his friends came in and, led by Shakur, forced her to perform oral sex on them."

 

"Shakur and his road manager, Charles Fuller, were taken into custody and charged with three counts of first-degree sexual abuse, sodomy, and illegal possession of a firearm after police found two guns in the hotel room."

[Shelter]

Why they only doing this now, is it about money.

[Vixen Eyes]

1 hour ago, Shelter said:

Why they only doing this now, is it about money.

probably because nobody knew about diddy's involvement until now