[prison in the background while 'Pac speaks] Yo Jackson! (8231549) Yes (?), come on down Hold the doors - let's go! 8599 (?) close it tight Lock it down
[2Pac] My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island All the penitentiaries Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon All the political prisoners San Quentin (who can save you).. all the jailhouses I'm with you
[2Pac] Yeah One thug, one thug (How do we keep the music playing) You're listenin to the sounds of one, thuuug One thug, one thug (How do we get ahead) You're listenin to the sounds of..
[2Pac] I wake up early in the mornin, mindstate so military Suckers fantasizin pictures of a young brother buried Was it me, the weed, or this life I lead If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed Out for all that, knowin that this world bring drawbacks Look how this shit bump once I deliver these raw raps Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black Tonight we, honor the dead, those who won't be back So if I die, do the same for me, shed no tears An Outlaw, thug livin in this game for years Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm buried Knowin deep inside only a few love me Come rush me to the gates of heaven, let me picture for a while How I lived for my days as a child; I wonder now How do we outlast, always get cash Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head
[Chorus: sung + 2Pac] How do we keep the music playing (yes, you got to hold ya head) How do we get ahead.. (hold your head!) Too many young black brothers are dying (yes, you got to hold ya head) Livin fast, too fast..
[2Pac] Hahaha, yo These felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop Cause these lawyers gettin money everytime they knock us Snatchin pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin Got a cell at the pen for me waitin - is this my fate? Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin, me fall back? Never that, too much tequila drinkin, we all that Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse Everyone with me is family, cause everybody's got me Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin got us all meetin up in prison.. Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood Saying, "Please show a playa love" - hold ya head! Hold it
[2Pac] The weed got me tweakin in my mind, I'm thinkin.. God bless the child that can hold his own Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed Currency means nothin if you still ain't free Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally Running from authorities 'til they capture me And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head Tradin converstion all night, bless the dead To the homies that I used to have that no longer roll Catch a brother at the crossroads.. Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin time pass Through the glass of my drop-top Rolls, hold ya head!
[2Pac over Chorus] No matter how hard it get, feel me Get the weed, drink a drink, read a book Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever..
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