Outlawz - Still I Rise lyrics

(Big Syke) Ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown..... (2Pac)f**ing with this Alazay, my n******g Johny Jackson - studio fellows motherf**ers. He he, alright! (2Pac) Somebody wake me I'm dreaming, I started as a seed the semen Swimming upstream, planted in the womb while screaming on the top, was my pops, my momma screaming stop From my single drop, this is what they got Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser Only plan he had for momma was to f** her and abuse her Even as a little seed, I could see his plans for me Stranded on welfare, another broken family Now what was I to be, a product of this heated pa**ion Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a** Look how it began, nobody gave a f** about me Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me How can I survive? Got me asking white Jesus will a n***a live or die, cause the Lord can't see us in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine No sunny days and we only play sometimes When everybody's sleeping I open my window jump to the streets and get to creeping I can live or die, hope I get some money before I'm gone I'm only nineteen, I'm trying to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody and they pops trying to slang rocks I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn You can buy rocks glocks or a h**n bong You can ask my man he's a mind reader Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out, pa** the weed n***a That Hennessy ya'll keep me keyed n***a Everywhere I go n******gs holla at me, Keep it real G And my reply til they k** me Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise. (Big Syke) Ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown..... (Kadafi) I stay sharp as always Running ya bricks with blitz, do your project always - don't be cruz by tools - n***a knows all their Secrets so war prepared me for the worst A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse But now my dreams it seems thou, be placing triple beams and things bro Diamond pinkie ring got the loot popping out my jeans (Fatal) .................. (Khadafi) In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, pa**ion for blasting ba*tards No faces for open caskets, peeling ya cap backwards Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice I send my missiles through your mattress - Leaving holes in your body like a cactus While me and my crew bobby Mo-green in topic and loot to keep the seams in my motherf**ing jeans popping Leaving ya spleen to pick up Half of you n******gs is softer than a Snicker Let's go to war and see who draw quicker - and still I rize, and still I rize. and still I rize, still I rize. (Big Syke) Ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown..... (Kid) Matter what you motherf**ers do to me, I'll still come up - f** all y'all. Y'all can't f** with the real sh**, real n******g... sh** out - y'all n******gs be thankful, all day every day. Now I got a r... for you. BIG, I though you knew, I'm out of the hood. Come on Pac, - I got to get the f** out of here Pac, got some hoes waiting for you outside. (2Pac)What you said? (Kid) I said, we got some hoes waiting for you outside.