2pac - Uppercut lyrics

"I wanted to bring back that reality, Nobody can ever be confused and think I'm f**in' Mike Tyson And I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little n***a, that's why its so raw to just watch me battle lions, 'Cause I'm a little skinny n***a battlin' n***as three times my size" Watch this uppercut, here it come Watch the jab n***a, ugh Here it come, look out, watch my arms Now see so many motherf**ers want to take a piece Commin' equipped with some sh** that n***as just can't believe I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze I'm all over that n***a, come identify the body My middle finger to you hoe n***as Run up on me, and ill be forced to let it go n***a I ain't the one you want to try, why, stayin' high I hit this blunt an watch these motherf**ers die Whose runnin' these streets I said that c**aine Cause in the the dope game, n***as'll die 'fore they go broke mayne Another hustler makin' major cash 'til the punk police come an raid ya a** Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a b**h 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 b*atch Now you know you shoulda ducked n***a Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, f**ed, so what's up n***a Now you know you shoulda ducked n***a Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up n***a They got a n***a in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky But the n***a just a little bigger, he tryna f** me Out my cash, imma blast n***a, he don't know I gotta tell ya like the last n***a, 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 n***as, but I ain't puttin' down my glock The gun shots rang when I lose n***a, and ooh n***a I'mma show you not to ever play a true n***a (haha) Lay it down just to prove it And f** the rappin motherf**er we can do this Now you know you shoulda ducked n***a Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, f**ed, so what's up n***a Now you know you shoulda ducked n***a Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up n***a 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 co*ktails, 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 n***a came up short in the ghetto Society lied to me so I'm strapped with the metal Push ya middle finger up n***a 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 n***a Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, f**ed, so what's up n***a Now you know you shoulda ducked n***a Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up n***a "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"