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[2 Pac] Damn, take a ride, to my block My block, that's right!
Heh F'real on my motherfuckin block
[Verse One] They got a
nigga Sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears Cause shit was hectic for
me last year It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless
breath The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed And no rest
forever weary, my eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the
cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary But at times
unnessecary, I'm gettin worried Teardrops and closed caskets, the three
strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can
we do when we're arrested, but open fire Life in the pen ain't for me, cause
I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord
still cares, for us niggaz on welfare And who cares if we survive The only
time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-five My neighborhood
ain't the same Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in
the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood,
it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love, niggaz give me
props Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block
[Chorus: a
bunch of kids - see the liner notes] Livin life is but a dream Hard
times is all we see (on my block) Every block is kinda mean But on our
block we still playyyyyy But on our block we still
playyyyyy...
[Verse Two] Now shit's constantly hot, on my
block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her
son drops Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail Fearin jail but
crack sales got me livin well And the system's sucidal with this Thug's
Life Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life God help me, cause
I'm starvin, can't get a job So I resort to violent robberies, my life is
hard Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work and
shed tears for my dead peers Mislead from childhood where I went
astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel
hopeless and heartbroke From the start I felt the racism cause I'm
dark Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent Hit the bar and played
the star, everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I
close my eyes and picture home... on my block
[Chorus w/ minor
variations]
[Verse Three] And I can't help but wonder why,
so many young kids had to die Caught strays from AK's and the
driveby Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide Brothers cry for broken
lives, mama come inside Cause our block is filled with danger Used to be a
close knit community but now we're all cold strangers Time changes us to
stone them crack pipes All up and down the block exterminatin black
life But I can't blame the dealers My mama's welfare check has brought the
next man chrome wheels Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy A single
mother with a problem child, daddy free Hangin out pickin up game, sippin
cheap liquor Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her It's a
man's world, stayin strapped Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held
back Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless Wide eyed and losin
focus... on my block
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[Verse
Four] And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight A
young nigga learned to break night Used to play fight with my homies but they
stuck in the pen I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my
mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin Alcohol will make a lazy nigga
slip and fall, miss his call I know the young niggaz understand
this Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous I reminisce
on tha fast times, past crimes Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last
dime Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game Gold chains,
some extra change, and the street fame And what's strange is everybod knows
my name, swear they all know me And lots of cash make a nigga change I hit
the green just to maintain, feelin pain For all the niggaz that I lost to the
game... from my block
[Chorus w/ minor variations; kids repeat last
line over and over]
[2 Pac - speaking over Chorus] Rest in
peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away From all the blocks that I'm
from One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin? 183rd
and Walt, my block, that's right 122nd and Morningside, my block, that's
right Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right In the jungle of
Atlantic City, that's my block, that's right Los Angeles, haha, that's my
block too Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure And all
the other blocks around this motherfucker Houston, Florida, St. Louis,
Tennessee, Miami, Chicago All y'all niggaz stay kickin up dust Represent
the motherfuckin block
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