2Pac Ft. Live Squad - - Holla If You Hear Me (Original)(1994) | Текст песни

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• 2Pac Ft. Live Squad -
• Holla If You Hear Me (Original)(1994)

[2Pac]
Yeah, it’s on.
Muthafucking Live Squad in the house.
We gonna set this shit off for these old square ass punk muthafuckers.
It’s on, it’s on, it’s on.
Holla if ya hear me.

I got a nine thing ready to go BANG BANG!
On the first crooked cop that even comes near me.
I beg your pardon, call the guards in, Chief Gates,
Can’t wait to see your face, better move to another state.
BOOM BOOM rebelistic slugs are realistic,
The 12 guage will leave you twisted.
The government is getting shadier,
And therefore, niggas getting crazier.
Huh, and 5-0 can’t fade the havenotz,
Shoulda learned when them OGs trashed Watts
Move on, move on, move on,
Still wicked, learned to kick it, get my groove on.
And you can say no to drugs, but you can’t say no to the thugs with slugs.
Tell the president it’s evident his war,
Wouldn’t know a gangbanger from a fucking whore!
Rather read the Source, flip through rap pages, black pages, speaking on black rages.
We don’t even know the scoop, and the truth is the troops can’t hold the youth.
Send em down with they tanks and AK-47s, what the fuck you niggas drinking?
Now tell me what you’re thinking?
You can roll through the hood and not get a spankin’,
Niggas got they strap on,
When they pop a cap it’s ain’t never black on black,
They watching where they shoot, and they careful where they loot,
Check the fields and you'll find proof
Black business staying til the end,
fooled a nigga one time won’t work again.
Let's get along with the Mexicans, and we can all have peace on the sets again.
And I love it when they fear me,
If I’m spittin’ to you clearly,
Nigga holla if ya hear me.

holla if ya hear me
yeah, nigga holla if ya hear me
holla if ya hear me, yo

[2Pac]
To the preacher in the pulpit peep it
If you’re gonna preach about "turn the other cheek" you can keep it.
In ’92 niggas don’t need it,
They beating brothers in the streets and you’re talkin’ bout peace.
Now ain’t that some fly shit,
just sit, be quiet, wait to die quick.
Listen to y’all, we lost Malcolm and Hampton,
Instead of an army we was marching and chanting;
“We shall overcome”
Though we can’t do shit with a rock and a stick.
Niggas better learn to shoot a fucking gun.
And I’ve done heard enough from,
The racist bitch ass judge and the white trucker.
He shoulda kept his mouth on shut,
Wanted to kick dust til some niggas rolled his ass up.
And when I see the first full moon,
I’m coming after Koon, watch a nigga go BOOM BOOM!
Then I want Briseno,
Two to the head, now he’s headed out to Reno.
And stuff Powell in the trunk let him ride,
Tie him up nigga, watch his friend Wind die
Young Guns, niggas better fear me,
Mothafuck the cops,
You’re best to holla if ya hear me.

Yeah, holla if you muthafuckin’ hear me.
It’s on once a-muthafucking-gain
Young Guns International.
All across this muthafuckin’ country.
Yo Maj, spark that shit

[Majesty]
It’s a miracle, I was born to amaze.
Put em in a daze, in the morgue is where I’ll make em stay,
Undeniable kid I’m coming through,
With authority, ever since I was a tot I was disorderly
Puff a blunt, roll a clip, make dough,
Grab a ho, but move her slow, gotta do it quick, then she gotta go.
We’re thuggadon kingpins, your Majesty,
Springfield, Young Guns causing tradegy.
We got him in a smash, for his life he just begged,
But I chopped his ass up and sent his mama his god damn legs,
Black mafia, huh, this is organized crime,
That's how it is where I’m from, if you don’t know the time,
Impact from the blast, breaking down walls,
A five feet killer with no sense at all
Inner city, ain’t it a pity, seems it will never end,
Then they killed my friend, now to Hell I'm gonna send,
a lot of motherfuckers, and that’s how it goes,
Til another nigga puts me down below. Yeah, so holla if ya hear.

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