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The Recording Industry Association of America recently published a list of the top selling artists of all time. Tupac comes on a 32nd position shared with Bob Seger and Prince. With 36.5 million records sold, Tupac is the best selling rapper of all time. The only other rappers on the list are the Beastie Boys with 21.0 million records sold and Eminem with 20.0 million. You can view the full list below:
01. The Beatles - 165.5 02. Led Zeppelin - 106.0 03. Garth Brooks - 105.0 04. Elvis Presley - 104.0 05. Eagles - 88.0 06. Billy Joel - 78.5 07. Pink Floyd - 73.5 08. Barbra Streisand - 71.5 09. Elton John - 67.5 10. Aerosmith and The Rolling Stones - 63.5 11. AC/DC - 63.0 12. Bruce Springsteen - 61.5 13. Madonna - 60.0 14. Michael Jackson - 58.5 15. Mariah Carey and Metallica - 57.0 16. George Strait - 54.5 17. Whitney Houston - 54.0 18. Kenny Rogers and Van Halen - 50.0 19. Neil Diamond - 50.0 20. Fleetwood Mac - 48.5 21. Kenny G - 47.5 22. U2 - 47.0 23. Alabama - 46.0 24. Celine Dion - 45.5 25. Santana - 43.5 26. Shania Twain - 42.0 27. Journey - 40.0 28. Willie Nelson - 39.0 29. Eric Clapton - 38.5 30. Simon & Garfunkel - 37.5 31. Chicago - 37.0 32. 2PAC, Bob Seger and Prince - 36.5 |
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MADE NIGGAZ
No one seperates what we create Unstoppable, untouchable Motherfuckin world wide mob figures Death Row at its finest M.O.B. thugs for motherfuckin life Motherfuckin made niggas We comin after these niggas world wide Feel me Makaveli The Don My life in exchange for yours Born hated as a thug House full of babies cryin From a lack of gettin love Won't nobody tell me shit Till I got a sac of drugs At the block sewn up Cause I wanna pack a gun Do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin' star Fuck the love Niggas fear me Got these niggas runnin all wild From my double R when we ride Motherfuckers is sure to die Boom once I enter the room In the air all you hear Is the whispers of doom Niggas scared They don't wanna see me head on Think of all the busters That I had to leave dead and gone Called a brave nigga Fuckin with a made nigga M.O.B. gun fire Gettin sprayed quicker Fuck em all let em understand My plot to get richer Much more than 6 figures A motherfuckin made nigga (Feel me) Motherfuckin Made Niggas (Made Niggas) I got a plot to get richer Take my picture A made nigga Napolean: Nigga I was raised on the streets I had to hustle just to eat My role model was killin niggas So I know I would never be weak They got me sittin wonderin Where my life begins These niggas cross my father Then my father cross them Cause I role with Immortal Thugs Niggas And my number one plan To kill a man and grab a needle And drug niggas Niggas don't like us Because they bitches straight love us The president told us to leave Cause the government don't want us It's Napolean I get my pleasure out of sin and seeing Plus billin shit Cause I seen it at the beginning A Made Nigga Khadafi: How many niggas fall in ya vision Gunnin em down for every last minute That I spent in prison We mash together Plus we get cash together Blast whenever Knowin it don't last forever It's only one way out And one way in Motherfuckers cross And get crossed out Never made men We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot Blow the roof off them groups Like rock block raute I can't be touched Cause of the weapons I clutch And them niggas that I'm unda Is just to much We Made Niggas E.D.I. (Idi Amin): Picture the scenery So now you gonna have to imagine Call me a prophet cause I predicted whats going to happen I be gettin the paper stackin At those who be paper snatchin While their mugs got cracked in the 80's Baby, maybe thats if I slip But I became official Since the start of this Idi Amin born July 7 of fushid eyes Plus wit all this gave me they hate to cherish But still I made it A made nigga made by the game Made for war My aim is simple and plain Yah wether its cane Or these tracks made for ya brain You'll forever know my name Idi Amin Hussein: I aint killed my line, my strap, my head There will be none of that The young hog Kato playin Outlaw immortal combat With the criminal skill they can't beat me a nigga Till we still, and chill Recognize the real deal Still a nigga made when I was young And dumb with a gun but it pays So I'm bustin for fun And the outcome will be the same every time We all going to die Get yours cause I'm a get mine. Castro: Tha Outlawz We be the Don Wons of this rough shit Minds baptize your moms While paralyzin the public Wit my mentality of war Dead bodies and silence Give it to ya raw Thug nigga to the core It was also livin poor Got me thinkin on a made level Shootin my gauge to get paid A fuckin crazed devil Mad shit from here to there Day by day Year to year Made Niggas on your motherfuckin shit 2Pac: (ha ha ha) Call me a Bad Boy killer Murder motherfuckers daily Know the fed trail me So my alias is Makaveli Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentieries Game when I'm high Help me survive several centuries Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage Surround the court building With the gauge and spray They wonder if I'm going, and finally sentenced On my knees to God Beggin for repentence I'm convinced that I'm a thug They got me feenin for my cash Like a feen when he dreams of drugs Get the dollar And I'll kidnap your daughter Kill your wife and hit the funeral And tell yah just who gave the order Makaveli The Don, til I'm gone I maintain my army of lunatics That stay armed til the day I die I'll be remembered as a paid nigga Outlaw til the grave a motherfuckin made nigga. 2Pac: Spoken Can you feel me, come closer (ha ha ha) Get into the mind of a made nigga I can't be touched My adversaries get fucked (feel me) About time Niggas made their dreams All I want is the C.R.E.A.M. I sell my shit to the feds All the bitches scream Come and see See made niggas Outlawz Makaveli The Don Hussein Fatal, (E.D.I)Idi Amin, Castro, Napolean, Khadafi, Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets The motherfuckin Made Niggas All my niggas on Death Row Tha Dogg Pound Tha Dogg Father and all his niggas you know what time it is the ass dilinga Kurupt, Young Godde __________________________________________________ _________ The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks: Cop: A Srg a we've got a 2Pac Shakur, Fatal, Fatal Hussein, a Castro, Khidafi We got a bunch a ******s here They got guns in their car, they got weed, they got money They're with a lot of black women What should we do Srg? Srg: I repeat let em go I repeat let em go their made niggas Let em go Cop: But... But Srg they got guns, they got weed Srg: I said let em go Cop: Alright You guys can go Sorry... sorry about the mix up You guys can go. |
03. Garth Brooks - 105.0
never heard of him! |
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2pac - Ghost
[Tupac - speaking] The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin back what's mine [slowed down voice] [laughing] You motherfuckers can't stop me Even if I die, I'm gon' be a fuckin problem Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live black... ghosts Feel me? [Verse One: 2Pac] Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies Papa was a motherfuckin, joke Used to find dope in his coat And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke Daaamn, don't get me started My mama smoked so God damn much when she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded At night I can't sleep, can't peep As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep Starin at the wall, heard a scream Wake up in the mornin See the blood in the hall from the murder scene Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back (Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl My mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs (GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath Every step could be death 'til you blast And be the last nigga left, then I'll be ghost [Chorus: 2Pac] Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye [Verse Two: 2Pac] A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep Let me die as I rest in peace, deep Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do? Run for cover and return fire DIE MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why But I let off everything I have An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fuckin block Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops Time to be a ghost (HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!) And then we'll be ghost [Chorus] [Tupac - speaking] FUCK THE POLICE NIGGA! [laughing] |
2pac - All eyes on me
(Tupac Talking) Big Syke, Noop, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv Y'all know how this shit go (you know) All Eyez On Me Muthafucka, Legit Roll up in the club and shit All Eyez On Me All Eyez On Me But you know what (Tupac) I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin' Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me I got a cariban of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride) Hitting mutha-fuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by) Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez Cuz all I want is cash and thangs, a five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh Bitches pursue me like a dream, been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems My main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks screaming Thug Life every time they pass All Eyez on Me (Chorus -- Tupac) Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) cuz we be getting high (Syke talking) Heeyyy, to my nigga Pac (Syke) So much trouble in the world, nigga can't nobody feel your pain The world changing everyday times moving faaast My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last? I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve I'm taking off on the curb The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks Like a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin' It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin' Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion nine and four shit is handling my business nigga keep on coastin' where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit what can I do, what can I say, is there another way ? Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free niggas can't stand me All Eyez on Me (Chorus -- Tupac) Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) cuz we be getting high (Tupac) The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile calling big shots on the scene major Packing hundreds in my drawers, Fuck the law Bitches I fuck with a passion, livin' rough and raw Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came I live my life as a Thug nigga untill the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa cuz we be getting high These niggas got me tossin' shit I put the top down now its time to floss my shit Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer Up in the Benz burning rubber The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket Get your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it All eyez on Me (Chorus -- Tupac) Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) cuz we be getting high All eyez on me (Tupac talking) Pay attention my niggas see how that shit go gonna walk up in this muthafucka and its gonna be like "bing" Cowards Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (Bitches) cuz we be getting high Every mutha fuckin' way I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga You know Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) All Eyez on me Its like, what they think I'm walking around with some keys in my or something All Eyez on me They think I'm going back to jail they really on that dope Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching) (I know y'all got me in the scopes) Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby) We be getting high (Y'all got me under surveillance) All eyez on Me But I'm known |
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Anyways his whole thug life image is bullshit i think, just a way of marketing. I do like his songs and all but his image was fake. |
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2pac - hit em up -- you cant beat it
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2pac rocks :thumbsup
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Sale short IQ number?
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You guys din't give no credit to Vanilla Ice?
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I vote for Biggie
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Definately Biggie !:2 cents:
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Didn't read the entire thread - but I like Tupac.
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Both. No arguments there.
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Never mind me, I am just bumping a funny thread.
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2pac for sure
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tupac ;)
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Biggie was good but 2pac was deep.
Best rapper alive = Vanilla Ice :1orglaugh |
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BIG is the best !:thumbsup
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http://bigl.irth.net/images/pictures/81.jpg he was da bomb |
Aren't they dead yet? -- sorry didn't read the whole thread :glugglug
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