2pac Featuring Makaveli Hold Ya Head Lyrics

Hold Ya Head Lyrics

My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island
Mumia Atumie Gerino Pratt
All the
political Prisoners
San Quiton

Yeah
One Thug One Thug

How do
we keep the music playing

One Thug One Thug

I wake up early in the
morning
My state so Military
Suckas Fantasize Pictures of a
Young
Brother Buried
Was it me The Weed Or this life I lead
If daytime is for
suckas then
Tonight we Bleed
Out for all that
Knowing that this world
brings drawbacks
Look how this shit bumps
Once I deliver these war
raps
Meet me at the cemetary
Dressed in Black
Tonight we
Follow the
dead
And those who won't be back
So if I die
To the same for me
Shed
no tear
An Outlaw, thug living in this game,
for years
Why
worry,
Hope to god
Get me high
When I'm burried
Knowing deep inside
me
Only if yah love
Come rush me to the gates of heaven
Let me picture
for a while
How I live for my days, as a child
I wonder now
How do we
outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash
Hold Your
head

Chorus

How do we keep the music playing
How do we get
ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living Fast, too
fast

These felonies be like prophecies
Begging me to stop
Cuz
These lawyers getting money
Everytime they knock us
Slashing pockets
lyrically
Suckas fleed when they notice
Switched my name to
Makaveli
Had the rap game closed
Expose foes, with my hocus pocus
flows
They froze
Now suckas idealize my choosen Blows
More money mean
litigating
More Playa hating
Got a cell at the penn for me waiting
Is
this my fate
Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking
Me fall
back
Never That
Too much Tequilla drinking
We all that
Make them
understand me
Hey I'll stay all night out with my Posse
Everyone roll
with me is family
Cuz everybodies 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
young playa love"
Hold your head
Hold it

Chorus

How do we
keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers
are dying
Living Fast, too fast

God bless the child that can hold is
own
Indeed
Enemies Bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be to
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
Till they capture me
And my AIM is
to spread more smiles than tears
Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood
years
Maybe Mama had it all right
Rest your head
Straight converstion
all night
Bless the dead
To the homies that I usta 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
Hold your
head

Chorus