Playaz Dedication Lyrics

Playaz Dedication lyrics

f/ 2Pac



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[Intro: Sway Of Kmel interviewing 2Pac]



[Sway + (2Pac)]

A yo Pac, you work, you gave a lot of love back to uh, some Bay Area
artists

Like E-40, 4-Tay (yup), you know, Dru Down, and the whole crew

Talk about what made you decide to work with them



[2Pac]

Because I can't always be in the Bay

And I know how the Bay is

The Bay is tight people, man

If you ain't there, they gone talk about you

So I want them to know, I love you, I feel you, I'm representing for you

So I know I got a certain amount of acclaim and everything

So I bring the Bay with me, and 4-Tay, he always been raw to me

And I like his style, when I was in jail, I used to listen to his stuff

So when I got out, we clicked, we did the song

Now he in jail, now I got to do what he did for me

When I was in jail, he used to send out shout outs

And say how he support me and everything

Now I support 4-Tay, everybody pray for him and send letters

I hope the brother get out of jail soon as possible and get back to his
shit

Because you know it's a struggle for every young black man

4-Tay, you know how it is, only God can judge



[Verse 1: Rappin' 4-Tay]

I ain't trying to make you feel all down and bitter

This is for my dog, about to pour me out a little liquor

Could of swam in the tears shedded in the Bay

Try to hold it in, couldn't help but cry all day

I'm stressing, please with my rap, hopefully it's working

Because when your folks leave this earth, man, that shit be hurting

Emotional traumas, enough to make you lose your ground

No matter what happen, just represent and put it down

I feel I owe this to the real g's across the nation

Not just the R.I.P., a player's type of dedication

What's rap without the game, gangsters, and villains

My fears of this calls me on got to make a killing

Because my voices is saying things that I ain't ever heard of

And just because of that, a nigga wants to plot a murder?

But I got something for them suckers who intend to rush me

Part two, and only God can judge me



[Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay]

From the ghetto to the pen, can you comprehend?

And all the real players, pour out some Hen

This my dedication to a million soldiers

May you rest in peace, this coming from the Forte

From the ghetto to the pen, can you comprehend?

And all the real players, pour out some Hen

This my dedication, my nigga 2Pac

And you can best believe - that it wont stop, uh



[Verse 2: Rappin' 4-Tay]

You should've known that I'd be coming back, especially after

All the drama that done happened, got to holler at you

Coolio hot and the Together Brothers kicked the game

But things done got so out of hand that we can't even sing

This ain't a sad song, man this some real shit

Go to clubs and chop up game, who pump that rough shit?

Wish I could bring you all back from heaven but I can't

Sometimes I reminisce and down a whole fifth of drink

But the least I could do is stay on the hit list

Despite the controversy, put it down and shift the gift

Life goes on just like a show goes on

The player haters roll on, but man we oh so strong

Wish I could bring you back through the time

So we could spit some rhymes, and show them busters how players recline

So took the deepest feelings in the heart, and when the drama starts

Just ask yourself who was down from the very start



[Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay]



[Verse 3: Rappin' 4-Tay]

Things just ain't the way they used to be

It seems the more money you stack, the more retracted enemies

First round draft pick, millions for baskets

Jealousy and envy results to nothing but caskets

And it's a cold thing for a black man

He clocking more than you clock, so you let that 9' rain?

True enough there's a lot of drama in a ghetto story

And a lot of tears, but that comes with the territory

That's why you got to keep the game on the shelf

And by all means, look out for your legitimate work

So let me put you up on the scoop, because suckers like to swoop

Before you know it you got caught up in the pimping

And ain't nothing you can do to pay the price

Like innocent people I know with 25 to life

It's got me caught up, stuck, trapped in a corner

But it's Westside for life, I'm representing California



[Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay 3X (w/ minor variations)]



[Outro: Rappin' 4-Tay]

And anybody who lost a loved one

Rappin' 4-Tay and Rag Top

We too willing not to feel you

May you rest in peace

My dedication