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OMG! If you don’t know why 2Pac was targeted…

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Watch till the END! 😮

2PAC –

“It’s too many families that’s been affected by WRONGFUL Death.

This system and this country has tore apart my family and OUR FAMILIES.

You can’t have a BLACK FAMILY and BE TOGETHER!

How many more funerals do we gotta go to?

And how many more scenes of the crime do we gotta watch them chalk out BLACK FIGURES ON THE CONCRETE before we realize that –

The only way for us to get out of this predicament is to JIHAD

If we want a change, we gotta fight for it.

Ain’t nobody gon’ give it to us.

WE JUST GON’ HAVE TO TAKE IT!!!

“Ah yeah! Unh! Unh!

Holla if ya’ hear me! Unh!

Yeah!

Here we go, turn it up, let it start
From block to block,
we snatchin’ hearts and jackin‘ marks
And the punk police can’t fade me,
and maybe
We can have peace someday, G!
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin’ down the barrel of my nine, dead up
‘Cause it’s time to make the payback! Fact!
To my brothers on the block,
Better stay strapped, Black!
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth,
Tear the roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won’t turn the other cheek
In case ya can’t see us while we burn the other weak
Now we got him in a smile, blast!
How long will it last
’til the po’ gettin mo’ cash
Until then, raise up
Tell a young Black man to blaze up
Life’s a mess.
Don’t stress.
Rest…
I’m givin but
be thankful that you’re livin, blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen
SEE YA WHEN I FREE YA!!!
If not when they shut me in…
Once again it’s an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat,
and now ya boys watch ya back
Cause in the alleys out in Cali I’ma tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn’t help ya
Scream! if ya feel me, see it clearly?
You’re too near me!
… Holla if ya hear me!
Cali needs to hear it, the rebel
Cali needs to hear it
Pump ya fists like this
Holla if ya hear me (pump pump) if you’re pissed
To the sell-outs, livin’ it up
One way or another you’ll be givin it up!
Huh!
I guess ’cause I’m Black, BOND!
I’m supposed to say peace,
Sing songs, and get capped on
But it’s time for a new plan, bam
I’ll be swingin like a ONE MAN KLAN
Here we go, turn it up, don’t stop
To my homies on the block
Gettin’ dropped by cops
I’m still around for ya
Keepin’ my sound underground for ya
And I’ma throw a change up
Quayle, ain’t you never brought my name up
Now my homies in the backstreets,
The Blackstreets
They feel me when they rollin’ in they fat Jeeps
This ain’t just a rap song, a black song
Tellin’ all my brothers, get they strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin ’til other brothers bubble
… Holla if ya hear me
WHY?
Cali needs to hear it!

Will I quit?

Will I quit?
They claim that I’m violent, but still I keep
Representin’, never give up, on a good thing
Wouldn’t stop it if we could, it’s a hood thing
And now I’m like a major threat
Cause I remind you of the things
You were made to forget
Bring the noise,
To all my boys
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holler if ya hear me
Learn to survive in the nine-tre’
I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to live and stand
Cause nobody else’ll give a damn
… So we live like caged beasts
Waitin’ for the day to let the rage free
Still me ’till they kill me
I love it when they fear me
… Holla if ya hear me

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