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The Uppercut - 2Pac
I wanted to bring back that reality,
Nobody can ever be confused
And think I'm fucking mike tyson
And I'm the heavyweight champion,
I'm a little nigga,
Thats why It's so raw to just watch me
Battle lions,
Cause I'm a little skinny nigga battling
Niggas three times my size

Watch this uppercut, here it comes
Watch the jab nigga ugh

Here it come, look out, watch
My arms

Now see so many motherfuckers
Wanna take a peice
Comming equipped with some shit
That niggas just can't believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee
I'm all over that nigga,
Come identify the body

My middle finger to you hoe niggas
Run up on me,
And I'll be forced to let it go nigga

I ain't the one you wanna try, why,
Staying high
I hit this blunt
And watch these motherfuckers die
Whose running these streets
I said that cocaine
Cause in the the dope game,
Niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustler making major cash
Till the punk police come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doing fed time,
And its a bitch
Cause the judge gave you eight years,
You doing six
And we know that you can't hang, you a trick
Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu falling from the uppercut, fucked,
So what's up? Nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu falling from this uppercut, stuck,
So what's up? Nigga!
They got a nigga in the dice game,
I'm feeling lucky
But the nigga just a little bigger,
He trying fuck me
Out my cash, imma blast nigga,
He don't know
I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go
Don't need to roll for the truck,
I get them up
Left to right,
My uppercut'll hit them up

I'm known to walk the streets on any block
I love my niggas,
But I ain't putting down my glock
The gun shots rang when I lose nigga,
And ooh nigga
Imma show you not to ever play a true nigga

Lay it down just to prove it
And fuck the rapping motherfucker
We can do this
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu falling from the uppercut, fucked,
So what's up? Nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu falling from this uppercut, stuck,
So what's up? Nigga!
They claim that we violent,
We named after tyrants
This revolution won't be televised,
We keep it silent
Roll on our enemies,
Beat them at they own game
Molotov cocktails,
Release an up in flames
Tired of being stepped on,
Sick of being held back
Looking through my rear view,
Thinking bout the pay back
Wanna see my kids grow don't know
If imma make it though
One more nigga came up short in the ghetto
Society lied to me so
I'm strapped with the metal
Push ya middle finger up nigga
If you a rebel
Have ya face down going in ya pockets
If ya let them
I done lost too many homies
For me to ever forget them
I done made so many mistakes
But still I dont regret them
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 tryina find our way to heaven

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu falling from the uppercut, fucked,
So what's up? Nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu falling from this uppercut, stuck,
So what's up? Nigga!

To all the conrads no longer with us,

See you when we get there

'Pac, yak, we going to keep on riding,

Give these cowards the uppercut

Till we get up there with ya'll,

You known

Thug life we still living it

Outlaw for life, in the name of the don,

Let's go!