Hold Ya Head: My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island, Mumia Atumie, Gerino Pratt, All the political Prisoners. San Quiton Can you see him? - I See Him [2Pac]: Im Alive - Yeah, One Thug, One Thug. How do we keep the music playing. One Thug, One Thug I wake up early in the morning My state so Military Suckers Fantasize, Pictures of a Young Brother Buried Was it me, The Weed, Or this life I lead If daytime is for suckers then Tonight we breathe Out for all that Knowing that this world brings drawbacks Look how this shit bumps Once I deliver these war raps Meet me at the cemetery Dressed in Black Tonight we Honor the dead those who wont be back So if I die do the same for me Shed no tear An Outlaw, thug living in this game, for years Why worry, Hope to god Get me high When Im buried Knowing deep inside only a few love me Come rush me to the gates of heaven Let me picture for a while How I live for my days, as a child I wonder now How do we outlast, always get cash Stay strong if we all mash Hold Your head [Chorus] How do we keep the music playing How do we get ahead To many young black brothers are dying Living Fast, too fast These felonies be like prophecies Begging me to stop Cause These lawyers getting money Everytime they knock us Slashing pockets lyrically Suckers fleed when they notice Switched my name to Makaveli Half the rap game closed Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows They froze Now suckers idealize my chosen Blows More money mean litigating More Player hating Got a cell at the penn for me waiting Is this my fate Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking Me fall back Never That Too much Tequilla drinking We all that Make them understand me Hey Ill stay all night out with my Posse Everyone roll with me is family Cause everybodies got me Watch me paint a perfect vision This life we living Got us all meeting up in Prison Last week I got a letter from my road dog Written in Blood Saying, Please show a young player love Hold your head Hold it [Chorus] How do we keep the music playing How do we get ahead To many young black brothers are dying Living Fast, too fast God bless the child that can hold is own Indeed Enemies Bleed when I hold my chrome Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds Hope to raise my young nation In this world of greed Currency means nothing if you still aint free Money breeds jealousy Take the game from me I hope for better days Trouble comes naturally Running from authorities Till they capture me And my AIM is to spread more smiles than tears Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years Maybe Mama had it all right Rest your head Straight conversation all night Bless the dead To the homies that I usta have That no longer roll Catch a brother at the crossroads Plus nobody knows my soul Watching time pass Through the glass of my drop top Rolls Hold your head [Chorus]
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