Makaveli 2pac 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