by 2Pac

I wanted to bring back that reality
Because aint nobody gone ever confuse
And think I'm fucking Mike Tyson
And I'm a heavy weight champion
Cause I'm a lil' nigga
Thats why its so wrong watchin me battle lions
Becasue I'm a lil' skinny nigga battlin niggas 3 time my size

Pass this uppercut

Lets see so many motherfuckers want to take a piece
Comin equip with some shit that niggas can't believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamakizee
I'm all over that nigga come identify the body
My middle finger to you hoe niggas run up on me
And i'd be force to let it go nigga
I aint the one you wanna try Why?
Stayin high aint the button and watch these motherfucker die
Whose runnin the streets I say that cocaine
Cause in the dope game niggas would die for they go broke man
Another hustla makin major cash
Til the ponk police come raid yo ass
Now you stress and doing fed time
And its a bitch
Cause the judge gave you 8 years
You doing 6 but we know that you can't hang
You a trick roll over turn snitch like a bitch

Chrous: Now you know you should've duck nigga
Got you fallin from the uppercut fuck so whats up nigga
Now you know you should've duck nigga
Got you fallin from the uppercut stuck so whats up nigga

They got a nigga in a dick game
I'm feelin lucky but the nigga just a lil' biger
Try fuck me out my cash I'm a blast nigga
You don't know I gotta tell you like the nigga
Don't need a blow from my tromp I hit em up
Left to right lord procallin hit em up
I'm known to many other blocks
I love my homies but I aint puttin down my glock
The guns shots rang when i lose
And nigga oooh Im a show you not to ever play a true nigga
Lay it down just to prove it
And fuck the motherfuckin rapin we can do this

Repeat Chrous

They claim that we violent we named after tyrants
This revolution won't be televised so keep it silent
Told on our enemies beat them at their own game
Gotta talk glisten up in flames
Tired of being stepped on
Sick of being held back
Lookin through my rear view thinkin bout the pay back
Wanna see my kids grow up don't know if im a make it through
One more nigga came short in the ghetto
Society lied so im stuck with the medal
Put your middle finger up snigga if your a rebel
Have your face down goin in your pockets if you let him
I then lost too many homies for me to ever forget em
I then made so many mistakes but still I don't regret em
I'm the produce of the pimp the pusher and the reverend
I'm the produce of the block the field and the felons
We all lost souls tryna find our way to heaven

Repeat Chrous
Lyrics submitted by Regina.