2Pac Point The Finga

“You could get the finger.. the middle!”

“Come and get some!”

[2Pac:]

Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger

“You could get the finger.. the middle!”

“Come and get some!”

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch

You could get the finger…the middle!

[4x]

[2Pac:]

I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga

I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer

I thought I’d bring a little truth to the young troops

I brought proof that the niggas need guns too

It’s not to be a racist, but let’s face this:

wouldn’t you if we could trade places?

I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day

them same motherfuckers on the beat getting major paid

But when I get my check they taking tax out

So, we paying for these pigs to knock the blacks out

Ain’t that a bitch, some officers are getting rich

Whooping on thugs and robbing drug dealers for they shit

As far as jealousy, being a celebrity

No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me

And the media is greedier than most

You could sell em your soul or they’ll be on ya til a niggas ghost

And everyday I read the paper there’s another lie

They show my picture for the crimes of another guy

Now how’s that for the life of a big shot

A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot

I play them nuttin ass marks in the park

for trying to earn they stripes in the dark

Just cause I come there, don’t mean I from there, peep:

only jealous motherfuckers beef, and point the finga

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch

You could get the finger…the middle!

[4x]

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch

“You could get the finger.. the middle!”

“Come and get some!”

[2Pac:]

As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose

A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies

Niggas run to me don’t come to me with beef

Take your jewels and your jeep, boom boom! Let that ass sleep

It’s getting hectic, niggas run, quick

Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit

All you niggas on the block trying to test me

Best wear a vest or get open like, sesame

I’ll run up on you mad deep; while you’re trying to sleep

I’m steady pumping bullets in your sheets

Wake up, motherfucker, don’t stutter

Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah!

Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine

Ban my rhymes, now I’m back to busting, nines

And bustaz can’t get none, hell no

A quick flurry and he’s buried with a swelled jaw

I came up from the amateurs to pro hits

at 5-0, so you know I take no shit

And everybody wants to kill a bringer

of bad news, so they choose, to point the finga

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch

You could get the finger…the middle!

[4x]

[2Pac:]

One two three, peace to the real G’s

Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me

I bring skills and I build, kill at will

Smoke sess til I’m ill, still feel me?

I say one two three, peace to the real G’s

Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me

Pick it up, pick it up, give it up

Best to duck or get fucked for your bucks

Scream one two three, peace to the real G’s

Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me

I can’t give up, it’s a black thang

And I ain’t going back to the crack game

(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)

Bitches, let em point the finga

(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)

Snitches, let em point the finga

Yo, one two three, peace to the real G’s

Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me

I guess nobody loves a rap singer

That’s why these motherfuckers.. (hahaha!) point the finga

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch!

You could get the finga! The middle!

[11x]

2Pac Starin’ Through My Rear View

[2Pac:]

Staring at the world through my rearview

Just looking back at the world from another level

Ya know what I mean? Starin’…

[2Pac:]

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops

Niggas is calling cops, people shot, nobody stops

I wonder when the world stopped caring

Last night two kids shot while the whole block staring

I will never understand this society

First they try to murder me then they lie to me

Product of a dying breed

All my homies trying weed

Now the little baby’s crazed raised off Hennessy

Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?

Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it easy

Listen, through the intermissions search your heart for a plan

And we turning bad boys to grown men, it’s on again

I give a holla to my niggas in the darkest corners

Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya

One love from a thug nigga

Rollin’ with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers

To the end, my friend

I’m seeing nothin’ but my dreams coming true

While I’m staring at the world through my rearview

See, I’m seeing nothin’ but my dreams coming true

While I’m staring at the world through my rearview

They got me

[2Pac:]

Staring at the world through my rearview

Go on, baby, scream to God, he can’t hear you

I can feel your heart beating fast cause it’s time to die

Getting high, watching time fly

And all my motherfuckers

[E.D.I. Mean:]

Now you see him, now you don’t

Some niggas be here for the moment, and then they gone

What happened to ’em?

Well, let’s see, it seems to be a mystery

But all I know I never let the money get to me

Stay down like the truest

Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this

Who is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to?

While you thinking I see you lost up in my rearview

Hear you is down with them Outlawz

Outcast, left far, I’m through like southpaws

But still we keep mashing till our dreams come through

Staring at the world through my rearview

[2Pac:]

Now I was raised as a young black male

In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales

Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails

In the cell, counting days in this living black hell

Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion

Roll with a 12 gauge pump for protection

Niggas hate me in the section from years of chin-checking

Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons

Heavenly Father, I’m a soldier

I’m getting hotter cause the world’s getting colder

Baby, let me hold ya

Talk to my guns like they fly bitches

All you bustas best to run, look at my bitches!

[2Pac:]

Now I know the answers to the question

“Do dreams come true?”

Still staring at the world through my rearview

I said now I know the answers, “Do dreams come true?”

Staring at the world through my rearview

Nigga Kadafi say..

[Kadafi:]

Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers

Nine-six for Glocks

Cause fiends hitting up blocks with street sweepers

Bless myself when knowing rules to these streets

Something I learned in school

On some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace

True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed

Criminally addicted, infested since a seed

We all die, breed bleed like humans

Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants

Shit’s deep, turn eighteen, burn my will when I go

Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosing my dough

So while you reminiscing all nights out with the crew

Smoke a blunt for me too, I’m staring through your rearview

[2Pac:]

Hahahaha, you ain’t knowing what we mean by staring through the rearview, so since you ain’t knowing what we mean let me break down understanding

The world… the world is behind us

Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game

And what the levels and the rules of the game is, then the world ain’t no trick no more, the world is a game to be played

So now we looking at the world, from like, behind us

Niggas know what we gotta do

Just gotta put our mind to it and do it

It’s all about the papers, money rule the world

Bitches make the world go round

Real niggas do they wanna do, bitch niggas do what they can

[2Pac:]

Staring at the world through my rearview

Go on, baby, scream to God, he can’t hear you

I can feel your heart beating fast cause it’s time to die

Getting high, watching time fly

And all my motherfuckers

[repeat ’til the end]

2Pac Last Wordz

Got any last words

Yeah I’ve got some last words

Ice Cube’s in the muthafuckin’ house

The nigga you love to hate

[Ice Cube:]

Here comes the nigga with the ruff, the terror

The paranoid, gots to get the boy

Get your steel cause I feel like a headbanger

Yeah I got a gang of shits, styles guns

My Uzi weighs a motherfucking ton

Bucking down one, bucking down two

Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you

Pigs wear blue, I wear black, nothing but black

Cause Goddamn it’s a brand new payback

Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga

On the trigger the zigga the zag the nickel the bag

The nigga the sag the forty four mag got you running like a fag

So, keep your muthafucking jokes

Cuz, I’m that nigga with a fresh pair of locs

No yokes but smokes

Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren’t jackers

Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for the cause

Ice-T in the motherfucking house

L.A. Playa

[Ice-T:]

O- to the muthafuckin G, I break crazy

A lot of niggas hate me but they can’t fade me

Stop me, clock me, cops wanna Glock me

But the punk motherfucking pigs can’t stop me

UHH am I a G, I got proof

Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof

With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope

2Pac’ll string a nigga up if the mob don’t

So whats up, punk?

You want what I got, step to me wrong fuck around and get shot

Your moms crying fuck her bust her

Bitch start screaming to me and I’ll dust her

Pops got the LP phat, track on hit

Laid by the mutha fuckin’ Bobcat

Ninety three suckas want me to go out

Throw the ho out, bitch muthafucker I’m rich

2Pac’s in the muthafucking house

Nigga I’m loc’d, 2Pac’s gonna get’cha motherfuckers

Got any last words

[2Pac:]

Now they’re after me, why?, cause a nigga’s Black

Spittin’ facts and ain’t afraid to pull a trigger back

Let em come step to a real muthafucker

(Boom Boom) Mama ain’t raised no suckers

Dan Quayle, don’t you know you need to get your ass kicked

Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets

Muthafucker Rednecks all the same

Fear a real nigga if he ain’t balled and chained

That’s why we burn shit and wreck

Cause the punk police ain’t learned shit yet

You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price

Can’t make a Black life, don’t take a Black life

It’s on, the next real nigga fall dead

Dread, jheri curl, process, or bald head

Be prepared for the smoke to bust

What niggas need to do is start loc’in up

United we stand divided we fall

They can shoot one nigga, but they can’t take us all

Let’s get along with the Mexicans

And we can all have peace on the sets again

Imagine that if it took place (ha ha ha)

Keeping the smile off they White face

I ain’t racist but lets trade places

Trace the hate ‘n face it

One nigga teach two niggas

Three teach four niggas

And them niggas teach more niggas

And when we blast

That’ll be the biggest blast you’ve heard

And them is my last wordz

2Pac Str8 Ballin

I would share the definition of ballin’ with you white folks

But no

I’m up before the sunrise, first to hit the block

Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks

And I’m totin’ these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked

And niggas laugh, til’ tha first mothafucka got blasted

I put the nigga in his casket

Now they coverin’ the bastard in plastic

I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts

I’m tryin’ to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce

And gettin’ lost on the five-o, fuck them hoes

Got a 45 screamin’ about survival

Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo

Hollar “one-time” when I say so

Don’t want to go to the pen, I’m hittin’ fences

Narcs on a nigga’s back, missin’ me by inches

And they say how do you survive weighin’ 165

In a city where the skinny niggas die?

Tell Mama don’t cry

Even when they kill me

They can never take the game from a young G

I’m str8 ballin’

Str8 ballin’

Still on parole and I’m the first nigga servin’

Pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it

But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin’

It’s kinda boomin’ and today I’ll make a killin’

Dressin’ down like a villain, but only on the block

It’s a clever disguise to keep me runnin’ from the cops

Ha, I’m gettin’ high. I think I’ll die if I don’t get no ends

I’m in a bucket with ’em ridin’ it like it’s a Benz

I hate to stip let my music bump

Drinkin’ liquor, and I’m lookin’ for some hoes to fuck

Rather die makin’ money than live poor and legal

As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo

A need money in a major way

Time to fuck my BEEEYATCHHey!, and getten’ paid

You other mothafuckas callin’

But me and my mothafuckin’ thug niggas

We str8 ballin’

Str8 ballin’

Damned if I don’t, and damned if a nigga do

So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP

But don’t let them see you cry, dry your eyes

Young nigga time to do or die

I keep a pistol in my pocket

Ready on my block

Ain’t no time for a nigga to even cock shit

And now they see that mothafucka beat pain

At point blank range cause he slept on the game

Ain’t a damned thing changed

Shakin’ the dice, now roll ’em

If you can’t stand pain better hold ’em

Cause ain’t no tellin’ what you might roll

You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga

Better live your life to the fullest

You ’bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it

Cause even when they kill me

They can never take the game from a young G

We str8 ballin’

We str8 ballin’

To my niggas in the penitentiary

Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me

Cause you fuckin’ with the realest motha fucka ever born

And once again it’s on

I’m bustin’ on these bitches till they gone

Who the hell can you get to stop me?

I’m in the projects, parlaying with my posse

I keep my glock cocked

I need it cause they’re all shady

I finally made it

Now these jealous bitches tryin’ to FADE me

I ain’t goin’ out I’d rather blast back

I’m on the corner with my niggas watchin’ cash stack

And I came up a long way from food stamps

And takin’ shit from the low-life ghetto tramps

Could you blame me if they sweat me I’m gonna open fire

What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die

I’m representin’ to the fullest givin’ devil slugs

I’m on the block slangin’ drugs with the young thugs

And mothafucka, we be ballin’

All mothafuckin’ day long, stay strong

We str8 ballin’

2Pac Road To Glory

My road to glory is filled with thorns

Fluent thoughts from my brain and I train to remain strong

They said I couldn’t do it

Lock me in chains til I

My struggles closer to the pain of a trained killer

Please believe that I’ll never be shamed again

Again I’ll be the next heavyweight champion

Call me crazy but no one can fade me

I’m the product of the projects

Lost and crazy

Throw your hands up Mr. Bruno, why?

Big Mike Tyson ’bout to brutalize that ass tonight

No hesitation in front of the whole nation

I beat that ass so bad I probably violate probation

Through demonstration as I strategize information

Intend to kill so it’s real like I’m catching cases

Ha-ha

Let the world know I plan to die

If I don’t leave with what I came for I’ll be denied

Now, my first round is for the times that I spent in this cell

The second round is for the media and the lies they tell

My third round is for the pain that I felt inside

Best recognize I won’t be denied, when we ride

My first round is for the times that I spent in this cell

The second round is for the media and the lies they tell

My third round is for the pain that I felt inside

Best recognize I won’t be denied, when we ride

[Repeated]

2Pac Better Dayz

Lookin’ for these better days

Better days, hey, better days

Got me thinkin’ about better days

Better days, better days, better days

Hey, better days

Got me thinkin’ about better days

Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live

Smokin’ weed like it ain’t no thing, so even kids

Wanna try now, then lie down and get ran through

Nobody watches ’em, clockin’ the evil man do

Faced with the demons

Addicted to hearin’ victims screamin’

Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens

‘Cause even our birthdays is cursed days

A born thug in the first place, the worst ways

I’d love to see the block in peace

With no more dealers and crooked cops

The only way to stop the beast

And only we can change

It’s up to us to clean up the streets, it ain’t the same

Too many murders, too many funerals, and too many tears

Just seen another brother buried

Plus I knew him for years

Passed by his family, but what could I say?

Keep yo’ head up and try to keep the faith

And pray for better days

Better days, better days

Hey, better days

Got me thinkin’ about better days

Better days, better days, better days

Hey, better days

Got me thinkin’ about better days

Thinkin’ back as an adolescent, who would’ve guessed

That in my future years I’d be stressin’?

Some say the ghetto’s sick and corrupted

Plus my P.O. won’t let me hang

With the brothers I grew up with

Tryin’ to keep my head up and stay strong

All my homies slangin’ yayo all day long

But they wrong, so I’m solo and so broke

Savin’ up for some Jordan’s, ’cause they dope

I got a girl and I love her, but she broke too

And so am I; I can’t take her to the places she wanna go to

So, we argue and play fight, all day and night

Makin’ passionate love ’til the daylight

Plus we about to get evicted, can’t pay the rent

Guess it’s time to see who really is your friend

Tell me you pregnant and I’m amazed

So many blessings while we stressin’

Lookin’ for them better days

Better days, better days

Hey, better days

Got me thinkin’ about better days

Better days, better days, better days

Hey, better days

Got me thinkin’ about better days

Now, me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Affiliated with gang-bangers and still made it

Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him

Still dressin’ like grown men when rollin’

Out in the dark, smokin’ Newports, gamin’ marks

Got a place in my heart, homie, stay smart

Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten

I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends

Hopin’ you well, I know it’s hell

Doin’ time in the cells, you need mail when you in jail

And me, I’m doin’ cool

I settled down, had a family, workin’ a night school

Every once in a while, I reminisce

And I wonder how we ever came to this; I miss the better days

Better days, better days

Hey, better days

Got me thinkin’ about better days

Better days, better days, better days

Hey, better days

Got me thinkin’ about better days

I send this one out to all the homeboys down in, uh

Clinton lockdown, Rikers Island

All them dudes I was, uh, locked up with, hehe

E Block, F Block, lower H

N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate

All the peoples I met along the way

Better days is comin’, homeboy, keep your head up!

2Pac Playa Cardz Right

[2Pac:]

Wassup, boo? Yeah

Hahahaha, yeah

[2pac:]

Another shady mission

Tricks, like watching pictures in hazy vision

Tonight is love making, take you any place you wish

Today we’re satisfied, yesterday we’ve stolen kisses

Blind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my family

Not understanding the destiny, had they planned for me?

If I have kids, will I live to see them grow?

Though I don’t know

I live the life of a thug nigga until the day I go

No broken promises, a sacred bond broken

I know I die alone, but yet and still I’m hopin’

Visions of prisons, maybe I’ll be forgiven

I know it’s better in Heaven, ’cause being here ain’t livin’

Close my eyes and see nothing but pain, the world is crazy

Still, looking for a queen to plant seeds and have babies

Maybe I’ll be the one or just maybe I’m lost

You’ll never know being cautious, if you play your cards right

[Keyshia Cole:]

I wanna be the one who

Who you can depend on who

Who Be The One Who Be There

Through The Thick And Thin

Go by the water we will

Be there ’til the morning

We won’t leave until the night

And we will be forever more

[Keyshia Cole:]

No one else can do what you do for me

Take me away from the pain I feel inside

And it’s gonna be alright and it’ll be OK

If We Try And Take Our Time

Yes, baby, take our time

And we’ll grow, trust I know

I wanna be the one who…

[Keyshia Cole:]

I wanna be the one who

Who you can depend on who

Who be the one who be there

Through the thick and thin

Go by the water we will

Be there ’til the morning

We won’t leave until the night

And we will be forever more

[2Pac (Keyshia Cole):]

You got to play your cards right on one (Oh, yeah)

Can’t be rushing like it’s a race, nomsayin’? (No, no, no)

If you be patient, and you take your time (Be patient, baby)

And you finesse it, 9 times out of 10 times (10)

Homeboy, you gon’ wake up with your breakfast in bed

But if you rush and you just be manhandlin’

Ha-ha (Hey, it takes a real man)

Your ass is going home tonight, ha-ha (Hey)

Play your cards right, nigga, take your time (Be the one)

Be patient (Be the one, hey)

Go slow, it’s better that way, you ain’t heard? (Yeah)

Ha-ha, play your cards right (Be the one, I wanna be the one)

[Keyshia Cole:]

I wanna be the one who

Who you can depend on who

Who be the one who be there

Through the thick and thin

Go by the water we will

Be there ’til the morning

We won’t leave until the night

And we will be forever more

[2Pac (Keyshia Cole):]

Take your time, man (Take your time)

Don’t be in such a rush (In a rush)

Ha-ha (Be forever more)

You got to be patient, man, be patient

It ain’t going nowhere one, ha-ha (Nowhere)

Get some champagne (Ha-ha, be forever more)

Bring some roses or somethin’, you know

Play some soft shit, light a fire (Luther Vandross)

You got to be cool with it (Teddy, Teddy)

You got to be slow with it (Oh, be so)

You got to be patient, you got to play your cards right on one

Can’t be rushing like it’s a race, nomsayin’?

If you be patient, and you take you time and you finesse it

2Pac Souljah’s Revenge

[Lawyer:]

Mr. Shakur, can you please explain the meaning behind your violent lyrics?

[2Pac:]

Explain the meaning?

The fuck these niggas talking bout?

[*sounds of running and sirens in background*]

[Kid:] Damn…

[Cop:] Police, FREEZE!

[Kid:] Can’t get shit off!

[Cop:] I said FREEZE you miserable black son of a bitch!

[Kid:] What, come on, come on!

[*gun shot*]

My attitude is shitty

My message to the censorship committee

Who’s the biggest gang of niggas in the city?

The critics or the cops?

The courts or the crooks, don’t look so confused

Take a closer look:

Niggas get they neck broke daily

Trying to stay jail free

What the fuck does Quayle know

What young black males need?

Please tell me

Message to the censorship committee

Who’s the biggest gang of niggas in the city?

Huh, I pack a nine millimeter cause I gotta

Living hotter than the 4th of July, if I gotta die, I gotta

Momma told me, “Don’t let em fade me…

…nigga don’t let em make you crazy!”

Game is what she gave me

Gotta watch your back, strapped

Real niggas rat-pack

If you get your ass taxed, bring a gat back

That’s not the way we made it

That’s just the way it is

Slangin rocks, fed a nigga’s kids

I came up

My message to the censorship committee

Who’s the biggest gang of niggas in the city?

Cops pull me over, check my plates, but I’m legal

You couldn’t get me, figure fuck with a niggas people

They got me trapped, gat with the motherfucking hammer back

Cops on my back, just cause I’m black, SNAP

Now I’m guilty?

Message to the censorship committee

Who’s the biggest gang of niggas in the city?

All you punk police will never find peace

On the streets til the niggas get a piece, fuck em!

They kill you to control ya

Pay top dollar for your soul

Real niggas don’t fold, straight souljah!

Can’t find peace on the streets

Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police, hear them screaming

Fuck em! Can’t find peace on the streets

Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police, hear them screaming

(I hear ya!)

Fuck em! Can’t find peace on the streets

Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police, screaming

(I hear ya!)

Fuck em! Can’t find peace on the streets

Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police, screaming

(I hear ya!)

Fuck em! Can’t find peace on the streets

Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police (I hear ya!)

Fuck em! Can’t find peace on the streets

Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police (I hear ya!)

Fuck em! Can’t find peace on the streets

Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police (I hear ya!)

The niggas scream fuck em!

Motherfucking punk police (I hear ya!)

Thinking they run the motherfucking streets

It’s mo’ niggas than it’s police

Think (I hear ya!)

One nigga, teach two niggas

Teach three niggas, teach fo’ niggas (I hear ya!)

Teach mo’ niggas, and we could run this shit!

I hear ya!

They finally pulled me over and I laughed

Remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!)

[10x]

2Pac Soulja’s Story

[2Pac (2Pac as “Soulja”):]

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

(They cuttin’ off welfare…)

(They think crime is rising now)

(You got whites killing blacks)

(Cops killing blacks, and blacks killing blacks)

(Shit just gon’ get worse)

(They just gon’ become souljas)

(Straight souljas)

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

[2Pac as “Soulja”:]

Crack done took a part of my family tree

My momma’s on the shit, my daddy split and mom is steady blaming me

Is it my fault just ’cause I’m a young black male?

Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin’ crack sales

Only fifteen and got problems

Cops on my tail, so I bail ’til I dodge ’em

They finally pull me over and I laugh

“Remember Rodney King?” and I blast on his punk ass

Now I got a murder case…

You speak of heaven punk? I never heard of the place

Wanted to come up fast, got a Uz’ and a black mask

Ducking fuckin’ Task, now who’s the jackass?

Keep my shit cocked, ’cause the cops got a Glock too

What the fuck would you do? Drop them or let ’em drop you?

I chose droppin’ the cop

I got me a Glock, and a Glock for the niggas on my block

Momma tried to stab me, I moved out

Sold a pound a weed, made G’s, bought a new house

I’m only seventeen, I’m the new king

Got me a crew, bought ’em jewels, and a Uz’-thick

But all good things don’t last

Task came fast, and busted my black ass

Coolin’ in the pen, where the good’s kept

Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps

A soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

[2Pac as the younger brother:]

Buck, buck – niggas get fucked, don’t step to this

Quiet as kept I’m blessed on a quest with a death wish

Tell ’em to come and test, and arrest, nigga it’s hectic

Here’s the anorexic, I’m makin’ it to an exit

Walking through the streets on the black tip

Packed with several gats, ’cause I’m on some pay ’em back shit

Niggas don’t wanna try me, brother, you’ll get shot down

Now I’m king of the block, since my bigger brother’s locked down

I’m hot now, so many punk police have got shot down

Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now

That’s what I call a kingpin

Send my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing

Tellin’ him just be ready set

Pack ya shit up quick; and when I hit, be prepared to jet

Niggas from the block on the boat now

Every single one got a gun, that’ll smoke – pow!

These punks about to get hit by the best

I’m wearin’ double vest… so aim at my fuckin’ chest

I’ll be makin’ straight dome calls

Touch the button on the wall, you’ll be pickin’ up your own balls

I can still hear my mother shout

“Hit the pen nigga — break your bigger brother out”

I got a message for the warden

I’m comin’ for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gordon

We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y’all

A crazy motherfucker making death calls

Just bring me my brother and we leavin’

For every minute you stall, one of y’all bleedin’

They brought my brother in a jiffy

I took a cop, just in case things got tricky

And just as we was walkin’ out (BANG!)

I caught a bullet in the head, the screams never left my mouth

My brother caught a bullet too

I think he gon’ pull through, he deserve to

The fast life ain’t everything they told ya

Never get much older, following the tracks of a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

Straight soulja, 1993, and forward

2Pac Shorty Wanna Be A Thug

Said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

Said he wanna be, one day he’s gonna be

Said he’s gonna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

Said he’s gonna be, one day he’s gonna be

Said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug!

Said he wanna be, one day he’s gonna be

Said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

Was a nice middle-class nigga

But no one knew the evil he’d do when he got a little bigger

You’d often find him blazed, for puffing on a Newport

Plotting on a another way to catch a case

Was only 16, yet convicted as a felon

With a bunch of old niggas, but you the only one ain’t tellin’

I tell you it’s a cold world, stay in school

You tell me it’s a man’s world, play the rules

And fade fools, break rules until we major

Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager

Was raised up, commence to money-makin’ tactics

It’s getting drastic, niggas got automatics

My finger’s on the trigger

Tell the Lord to make way for another straight thug nigga

I’m sitting, getting buzzed, looking for some love

From the homies, ‘cause shorty wanna be a thug

Said he’s gonna be, said he’s gonna be

One day he’s gonna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

Said he’s wanna be, said he’s wanna be

One day he’s gonna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

Said he’s gonna be, one day he’s gonna be

Said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

Said he wanna be, one day he’s gonna be

Said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

Straight from the hall to the pen

An adolescent nigga standing way higher than six feet ten

He carried weight, like a Mack truck

Gonna bust on playa haters, if them mothafuckas act tuff

Then that’s when, a lethal weapon with the razor

This little nigga smoking weed and getting blazed up

No one could figure, when the guns blast, pull the trigger

Could take the life of a young nigga, guns bigger

No mother and father, you see, the nigga’s all alone

Old timers my role model, the war zone

Been laced with this game ’til it’s a part of me

My heart don’t beat no fear, and that ain’t hard to see

The future is looking dim

I’m tryin’ to make a profit out of living in this sin

I’m in the dark, getting buzzed, looking for some love

Out with the homies, ‘cause shorty wanna be a thug

Said he’s gonna be, said he’s gonna be

One day he’s gonna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

Said he’s wanna be, one day he’s gonna be

Said he’s gonna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

Said he’s wanna be, one day he’s gonna be

Said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

Said he wanna be, one day he’s gonna be

Said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

Shorty’s gonna be a thug

Little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas

Gotta stay sharp, nigga, play your part!

Got plenty of time (you bad mothafuckas)

You only get three mistakes, and then it’s life, big baby

(Niggas craaazy) Watch the signs!

Damn, nigga! Sixteen, nigga?

Sixteen?! Too bad, mothafuckers