Representin '93 - 2Pac
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it.
Roll up and get swoll up.
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha f_ckin chimp
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland.
Hoping I rock the sh_t to get ya open.
Say your looking for some real sh_t.
Then catch a funkdified batch.
Oakland's on the map.
Tupac is on the big screen strivin.
Gotta love a n_gga for survivin.
I wear alot of old schools jewels.
Look how the fools ??. Ooohh.
Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer.
But I'll just buck then bigger motha f_ckas.
Turnin men to s_ckas.
N_ggas wanna start a little ruckus.
Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha f_ckas.
They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight.
Hit em wit my eight. Never had sh_t left, right.
Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick.
Sh_t outta luck. F_cked and stuck with that rough sh_t.
F_ck a pop song, f_ck video, f_ck Arsenio, f_ck the radio.
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla to my n_ggas in the pen.
And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's.
I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G.
Glock cocked and then they kill me.
Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son.
Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah.
Too Short, Tony Toni Tone,
And the Special motha f_cka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest,
Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube.
House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill n_ggas.
Digital Underground: my real n_ggas.
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion.
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man.
TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface.
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass.
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click.
Mmmm. ???, Richie Rich.
Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava.
DJ Ditch for their behavior.
Off the head, my freestyle flow.
Just a couple of motha f_ckas that I know.
I'm strictly representin
1 motha f_cka, 2 motha f_cka, 3 motha f_ckas,
Damn, who did I forget?
I'm a soulja.
Daddy was a soulja.
Strong in the struggle.
Must contend so it's on.
Raised in a house full of bad motha f_ckas.
Mad motha f_ckas.
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha f_ckas.
Now they know me, the homies.
Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG's.
Pulled up in a benzy, snatch.
The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail.
Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it.
To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it.
It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it.
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip sh_t.
Now they wanna maime me.
All I wanted to be was a soulja.
Bang bang boogy it's stick up.
Quit now n_gga, eat a d_ck up.