Uppercut-2Pac

I wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody Can ever be confused and think I'm f**kin Mike Tyson And I'm a heavyweight champion, I'm a little ni**a That's why its so raw to just watch me just battle lions 'Cause I'm a little skinny ni**a battlin' niggas three times my size Watch this uppercut, here it come, watch the jab ni**a Here it come, look out, watch my arms,Lets see so many motherf**kers wanna take a piece Comin' equipped with some sh*t niggas just can't believe I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee I'm all over that ni**a, come identify the body My middle finger to you hoe niggas Run up on me and I'll be forced to let it go ni**a I ain't the one you wanna try, why? Stayin' high Hit the blunt, watch these motherf**kers die,Whose runnin' the streets, I sell that coc*ine 'Cause in the the d**e game, niggas'll die 'fore They go broke mayne another hustler makin' major cash 'Til the punk police come raid your a** Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a b**ch '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 biatchhhh,Now you know you shoulda ducked ni**a Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, f**ked, so what's up ni**a? Now you know you shoulda ducked ni**a Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up ni**a?,They got a ni**a in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky But the ni**a's just a little bigger, he tryna f**k me Out my cash, I'm ma blast ni**a, he don't know I gotta tell ya like the last ni**a, gotta go No need to run for the trunk, I get em' up Left or right, my uppercut'll hit em' up I'm known to walk the streets on any block I love my niggas but I ain't puttin' down my glock,The gun shots rang when I lose ni**a and ooh ni**a I'm ma show you not to ever play a true ni**a Lay it down just to prove it And f**k the rappin' motherf**ker, we can do this,Now you know you shoulda ducked ni**a Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, f**ked, so what's up ni**a? Now you know you shoulda ducked ni**a Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up ni**a?,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 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, don't know if I'm ma make it though One more ni**a came up short in the ghetto,Society lied to me so I'm strapped with the metal Push ya middle finger up ni**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 tryina find our way to heaven,Now you know you shoulda ducked ni**a Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, f**ked, so what's up ni**a? Now you know you shoulda ducked ni**a Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up ni**a?,To all the comrades 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, lets go