Eminem - The Uppercut lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac Talking] I wanted to bring back that reality But 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 comes.. Watch the jab n***a...ugh...here it come Look out, watch my arms.. [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now see so many motherf**ers wanna 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 ho n***as Run up on me and I'll be forced to let it go n***a I ain't the one you wanna try, why? Stayin' high I hit this blunt and watch these motherf**ers die Whose runnin these streets I said that c**aine Cause in 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**h [Hook: 2Pac] Now you know you should have ducked n***a Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, f**ed, so what's up? n***a! Now you know you should have ducked n***a Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? n***a! [Verse 2: 2Pac] They got a n***a in the dice game I'm feelin' lucky but the n***a just a little bigger He tryin f** me out my cash, I'ma 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 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'ma 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: E.D.I. and Young Noble of the Outlawz] They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent Roll on our enemies, beat 'em at they own game Molotov co*ktails, releasing up in flames Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back Wanna see my kids grow don't know if I'ma 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 [Hook] [Outro: E.D.I. Talking] To all the comrads 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!