The Uppercut (Feat. E.D.I & Noble)

I wanted to bring back that reality, nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson and I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga... ugh...here it come, look out, watch my arms... Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body My middle finger to you hoe niggas Run up on me, and i'll be forced to let it go nigga I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne Another hustler makin' major cash 'til the punk police come an raid ya ass Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6 And we know that you can't hang, you a trick Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh [Chorus (x1): 2Pac] Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga! They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryin fuck me Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha) I'm known to walk the streets on any block I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my glock The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga Imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha) Lay it down just to prove it And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga! They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh) Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though One more nigga came up short in the ghetto Society lied to me so i'm strapped with the metal Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em' I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em' I done made so many mistakes but still I dont regret em' I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga! To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there 'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut 'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!.. Thug Life we still livin it Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!