"I wanted to bring back that reality, Nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin' Mike Tyson And I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga, that's why its so raw to just watch me battle lions, 'Cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size" Watch this uppercut, here it come Watch the jab nigga, ugh Here it come, look out, watch my arms Now see so many motherfuckers want to take a piece Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believe I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body My middle finger to you hoe niggas Run up on me, and ill be forced to let it go nigga I ain't the one you want to try, why, stayin' high I hit this blunt an watch these motherfuckers die Whose runnin' these streets I said that cocaine Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne Another hustler makin' major cash 'til the punk police come an raid ya ass Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin' 6 And we know that you can't hang, you a trick Rolled over turned snitch like a biatch Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up nigga Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up nigga They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryna fuck me Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha) I'm known to walk the streets on any block I love my niggas, but I ain't puttin' down my glock The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga I'mma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha) Lay it down just to prove it And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up nigga Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up nigga They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh) Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back Want to see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though One more nigga came up short in the ghetto Society lied to me so I'm strapped with the metal Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel Have ya face down goin in ya pockets if ya let em I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em I done made so many mistakes but still I don't regret em I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons We all lost souls tryna find our way to heaven Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up nigga Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up nigga "To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there 'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut 'Til we get up there with y'all, you know! Thug Life we still livin' it Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go! woo"
Written by: LUIS EDGARDO RESTO, MALCOLM GREENIDGE, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS, RANDY WALKER, RUFUS LEE COOPER, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
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