Hold Ya Head
(专辑: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 1996)
[Malcolm X
prison scene:] Yo, Jackson! A
231549 Yeah, close four! Coming down! Crichlow! A
5991301 Close five! Coming down! [2Pac:] My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island All the
Penitentiaries Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon All the
political Prisoners San Quentin (Look at Satan) (I see him) All the
jailhouses, I'm with you [2Pac (Tyrone Wrice):] Yeah, one thug, one thug (How do we keep the
music playin'?) You're listening to the
sounds of one thug One thug, one thug, how do we get ahead? You're listening to the
sounds of… [2Pac:] I
wake up early in the
morning, mind state so military Suckers fantasizing 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 bring drawbacks Look how they shiver once I
deliver these raw 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 tears 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 Don't rush me to the
gates of Heaven Let me picture for a
while, how I
lived for my days as a
child I
wonder now, how do we outlast? Always get cash, stay strong if we all mash; hold ya head! [Tyrone Wrice (2Pac):] How do we keep the
music playin'? (Yes, you got to hold ya head!) How do we get ahead? (Hold ya head!) Too many young black brothers are dying (Yes, you got to hold ya head!) Living fast, too fast [2Pac:] These felonies be like prophecies Begging me to stop, 'cause these Lawyers getting money every time they knock us Snatching pockets lyrically, suckers flee when they notice Switched my name to Makaveli, half the
rap game ghost Exposed foes with my hocus-pocus flows, they froze Now suckers idolize my chosen blows And mo' money mean litigating, mo' playa hating Got a
cell at the
pen' for me waitin'—is this my fate? Miss me with that misdemeanor thinking, me fall back? Never that, too much tequila drinking, we all that Make them understand me? Hell nah, this ain't my posse Everyone with me is family, 'cause everybody's 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
playa love"—hold ya head! (Hold it!) [Tyrone Wrice (2Pac):] How do we keep the
music playin'? (You got to hold ya head!) How do we get ahead? (Come on, hold ya head!) Too many young black brothers are dying (Yes, hold ya head!) Living fast, too fast (The weed got me tweaking in my mind, I'm thinkin'…) [2Pac:] God bless the
child that can hold his 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 'til they capture me And my aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head Trading conversations all night, bless the
dead To the
homies that I
used to 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 ya head! [Tyrone Wrice (2Pac):] How do we keep the
music playin'? (You got to hold ya head!) How do we get ahead? (C'mon, hold ya head!) Too many young black brothers are dying (Yes, hold ya head!) Living fast, too fast (You got to hold ya head!) (How do we keep the
music playin'?) (Yes, you got to hold ya head!) How do we get ahead? [2Pac:] No matter how hard it get, feel me? Get the
weed, drink a
drink, read a
book Watch the
stars, get some pussy—whatever!