The Uppercut

[Intro: 2Pac Talking] I wanted to bring back that reality But nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson And I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga That's 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.. [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a piece Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believe I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body My middle finger to you ho niggas Run up on me and I'll be forced to let it go nigga I ain't 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 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 bitch [Hook: 2Pac] Now you know you should have ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you should have ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga! [Verse 2: 2Pac] 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, I'ma 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 I'm known to walk the streets on any block I love my niggas, but I ain't puttin down my Glock The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga I'ma 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: E.D.I. and Young Noble of the Outlawz] They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent Roll on our enemies, beat 'em at they own game Molotov cocktails, releasing 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 I'ma 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 don't 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 tryna find our way to heaven [Hook] [Outro: E.D.I. Talking] To all the comrads 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 y'all, YOU KNOW! Thug Life we still livin it Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!