representin '93 - 2 pac
i got a head, but ain’t no screws in it.
roll up and get swoll up.
how ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?
i ain’t came a long way to get checked
so give me respect when i get wreck or get your motha f-ckin chin
once again, it’s your friend outta oakland.
hoping i rock the sh-t to get ya open.
say your looking for some real sh-t.
then catch a funkdified batch.
oakland’s on the map.
tupac is on the big screen strivin.
gotta love a n-gg- for survivin.
i wear a lot of old schools jewels.
look how the fools drool. ooohh.
stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer.
but i’ll just buck then bigger motha f-ckas.
turnin men to suckas.
n-gg-s wanna start a little ruckus.
better duck cuz i’ll be poundin them motha f-ckas.
they wanna throw their hands up. that’s tight.
hit em wit my eight. never had sh-t left, right.
then hit em wit the uppercut. duck quick.
sh-t outta luck. f-cked and stuck with that rough sh-t.
f-ck a pop song, f-ck video, f-ck -rs-nio, f-ck the radio.
do you hear me though?
give a holla to my n-gg-s in the pen.
and my murderous parteners wit their mac 10’s.
i represent the real cuz i’m ill, g.
glock c-cked and then they kill me.
peace to redman, tretch, vin rock, k-g the great one
mary j. blidge, pete rock and sure you’re late son.
heavy d, cl smooth, and queen latifah.
too short, tony toni tone,
and the special motha f-cka, ed lover, the tribe, a tribe called quest,
jungle brothas. das efx, epmd, and ice cube.
house of pain: funky blunted -ss white dudes
cypress hill, yeah, the i’ll n-gg-s.
digital underground: my real n-gg-s.
raw fusion, all in house confusion.
wickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man.
tlc, eric b rockin, then scarface.
stretch, mad k-low, pumpin the scars b-ss.
thorough heads, poonannynans, the click.
e-40 the governor and richie rich.
young guns in the house pumpin the flava.
dj ditch for their behavior.
off the head, my freestyle flow.
just a couple of motha f-ckas that i know.
i’m strictly representin
1 motha f-cka, 2 motha f-cka, 3 motha f-ckas,
d-mn, who did i forget?
i’m a soulja.
daddy was a soulja.
strong in the struggle.
must contend so it’s on.
raised in a house full of bad motha f-ckas.
mad motha f-ckas.
never had so we grab from the stacked motha f-ckas.
now they know me, the homies.
raised by some crazed -ss well payed og’s.
pulled up in a benzy, sn-tch.
the wheel as i peel out. catch a cop’s tail.
rock sh-lls h-t. raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
can i flip it? i may get wicked as i rip it.
to get specific: if the shoe fits, then kick it.
it’s for the gifted. pump your fist if you wit it.
here’s your ticket to see mr. wicked rip sh-t.
now they wanna maime me.
all i wanted to be was a soulja.
bang bang boogy it’s stick up.
quit now n-gg-, eat a d-ck up.