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2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

 

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

(album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 1993)


[2Pac speaking: ]
Yo, law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah! Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, yaknahmsayin'?
Puffing on this indo
In the studio with my partners out here
Pacific Heights in the house, know what I mean

I was framed, so don't make the same mistake, nigga
You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga
Cause the police love to break a nigga
Send 'em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggas
So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggas
Straight fools into rules and do niggas
And one-time had enough of me
I'm still raw so the law can't fuck with me
They wanna send me to the pen, punk, picture that
I stay strapped, motherfuckers better get your gat
It ain't easy being me, I can't take it
Life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it
And ever since the movies these hoes try to do me
If they can't screw me, they find a way to sue me
Now can you picture me cooling at a night club?
Nothing but love, but motherfuckers wanna mean mug
Since I wear a lot of gold, they plot
Don't know what I got and get shot with the hot ones
And, aw yeah, I wanna feel guilty
But you punk motherfuckers tried to milk me
You'll get smacked behind the hill with my phone on my pager
It's beeping while I cut you with my razor
I'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervous
I got no mercy for these niggas trying to serve us
But if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm got
You love to shoot a nigga but you scared to pop a cop
Now drop it

Strictly for my strictly for my strictly for my niggas [3x]

Strictly for my niggas, making G's

Reflected and disrespected, plus I'm rejected
You're just another rapper, who swears he's making records
That's what they said whenever I would walk by
I never tripped though always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew, that I would find my way
After the darkest night always comes a brighter day
And some would say, that turned away is all you'll get
I just said "Bet!," and never let 'em see me sweat
Cause in the end, I knew that I would have it all
While non-believers were praying for my downfall
And some would call and tell me that they wish me well
But in my heart, I'm knowing that they wish me hell
Yo, get a real job, rapping doesn't pay the rent
I hit the studio, cause that's where all my money went
Never surrender, it's all about the faith you've got
Don't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top
And if you drop, at least you know you gave your all
Be true to you, and that way you can never fall
But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke
Just like a rope, they hang on you until you're broke
And when you're broke, they move onto the next dope
And there you are, can't even pay your car, nope
And when you reminisce, thinking how you got dissed
Remember how it felt and then remember this
Be true to you, believe that there's no one bigger
Cause they can all suck dick it's strictly for my niggas

Strictly for my strictly for my strictly for my niggas [3x]

This is for the critics if you live up
Pick up my shit or I'll be back doing stick-ups
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, 2Pac will cop the Glock and come knocking to get 'cha
I told you once, motherfucker, I'm a nut
Play me like a butt and you'll be bleeding when you're fucked
Niggas know what's up but they be trying to hold me down
I'm coming outta Oaktown, bitch fuck around
And it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore
Nigga it's the way you throw them thangs in the war
And to the marks that be talking all that shit
Screaming out the next nigga's name like a bitch
And the niggas that I ran into recently
The motherfuckers at the club that pulled the piece on me
You little bitches shoulda pulled the fucking trigga
Now you live in fear of a heartless-ass nigga
Mr. Troublesome; niggas tried to play me with the gat
But like Terminator, nigga, I'll be back
Yeah! And I'll be back with a fucking army
You tried to harm me ring the alarm, G
Cause most motherfuckers love to act up
Without they backup
When they get jacked up they crack up
It's strictly for my niggas at the show
So they know, not to play me like a ho
Strictly for my...

Strictly for my strictly for my strictly for my niggas [3x]

done

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