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featuring E.D.I. and Young Noble of the Outlawz pac talking: "i wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson and im a heavyweight champion, im a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me just battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size" watch this uppercut, here it come... watch the jab nigga.. ugh here it come, look out, watch my arms Verse 1 - 2pac Lets see so many motherfuckers wanna take a piece comin' equipped with some shit niggas just cant 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 ill be forced to let it go nigga i aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin high i hit the blunt an watch these motherfuckers die whose runnin the streets i sell that cocaine cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne another hustler makin' major cash 'til the punk police come raid your ass now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6 Songtexteand we know that you can't hang, you a trick rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh Chorus (x1) now you know you shoulda ducked nigga gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so whats up nigga now you know you shoulda ducked nigga gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so whats up nigga Verse 2 - 2pac They got a nigga in the dice game, i'm feelin' lucky but the nigga's just a little bigger, he tryna fuck me out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know i gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go No need to run for the trunk, i get em' up left or right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha) i'm known to walk the streets on any block i love my niggas, but i aint puttin down my glock the gun shots rang when i lose nigga, and ooh nigga imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha) lay it down just to prove it and fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this Chorus (x1) Verse 3 - Outlawz (EDI & Young Noble) They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants this revolution wont be televised, we keep it silent (shh) roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game molotov cocktails, 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 dont know if imma make it though one more nigga came up short in the ghetto society lied to me so im strapped with the metal push ya middle finger up nigga 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 dont regret em im a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend im a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons we all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven Chorus (x1) Edi 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 ya'll, YOU KNOW!..Thug Life we still livin it Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go! woo" Aus Songtexte Mania