2Pac's Hold Ya Head"
Yo, Jackson! (A 231549)
Yeah, close four! Comin' down!
Crichlow! (A 5991301)
Close five! Comin' down!
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 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
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 breathe out for all that
Knowin that this world bring drawbacks
Look how they shiver 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
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
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 ghost
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? hell nah
This ain't 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
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
Straight converstions 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!
No matter how hard it get, feel me
Get the weed, drink a drink, read a book
Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever