[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!