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"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:] "I'm 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 won't 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 I'm 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 I'll 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 ain't 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]