Never Had A Friend Like Me lyrics - 2pac

Never

You ain't never had a friend like me

Believe dat

Cause you ain't never had a friend like me

See at night I watch the sky

I take another breath

I smoke my Newport to the butt

Like it's the last motherfucker left

Just me and you evading enemies

Let you get my last shot of Hennessy

Ain't never had a friend like me

Remember memories so vividly

Was once a little dust kicker now becomes a G

Who can I call when they all fail

Collect calls to my Dogz from the County Jail

Sendin' me mail

Heard the blocks in the same shape

Ain't nothin' changed

Niggaz slangin' at the same place

The same faces

We suppose to alwayz hate our foes

This lifestyle is forever

Watch the game unfold

Shedding Crocodile tears

Just got Life plus

And you wonder if these white judges like us

Just Stay Strong

We'll appeal

Nigga You'll be free

Down with cha to the very end

Cause you ain't never had a friend like me

[Chorus: x2]

I'm down for you so ride with me

My enemies your enemies

Cause you ain't never had a friend like me

Nobody knows where we'll be

My Enemies your enemies

Cause you ain't never had a friend like me

How can I be blamed

Forgive me Lord I'm insane

In search of fame

Won't hurt to change

Follow in foot steps of past dealers

Equipped with ski masks

No witnesses, as we blast fearless

Reckon now they feel us

In this act of war

More casualties

No survivors

Any man the defies us

Quickly dies

Cause we Ridahs

In my quest for chips

We wear vest

Equipped with automatic fire

We reply when my enemies trip

Me and you against the nation

Whispering while we conversatin'

Cause niggaz died over information

How much more can we take?

Expect us all to wait

The world ain't ready for us yet

So let's make Clinton pay

(Haha)

They never wanted us to make it

Everything that we posses

We had to fight and take it

I think the president is smoking weed

Bumpin' his beat

Makin' a livin' out of my misery

Till he got a friend like me

[Chorus x2]

Promise to visit

I know it's rough in your cell

Receiving mail to the county jail

This is hell

When I was young

I could picture livin'

In Luxury

So how the fuck did I end up in prison?

Fuckin' snitches

They got me crossed by my own side

I found him by his self

No drama, he alone die

Nobody cry

Should have never testified

You got my nigga 25

So now I sacrifice your life

Help to separate me and my dog

Broken ties

Why the fuck should I let you live?

When I'm dead inside

Rapid fire my delivery

I'm bustin' at their whole crew

Nigga remember me

Hit up my Outlaw set

Then throw my pistol in the ocean

Ditch my ski mask

And get to straight coastin'

It's visitin' day at San Quinton

Always there to see your closest row dog

Cause You ain't never had a friend like me

[Chorus x4]

[Small Chorus: x2]

Come after us, best be complete

My enemies your enemies

Cause you ain't never had a friend like me

Nobody knows where we'll be

My Enemies your enemies

Cause you ain't never had a friend like me

You ain't never had a friend like me

[Till fade]

Pain lyrics - 2pac

[Voice sample from Star Trek V:]

I couldn't help but notice your pain

(My pain?)

It runs deep

Share it with me!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five

Cocked on these suckas, time to die

Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus

I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust

But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?

Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain

So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry

I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry

Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?

I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do

But be a thug

Out slangin' with the homies

Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club

Got my mind on danger

Never been a stranger to homicide

My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys

Why do we die at an early age

He was so young

But still a victim of the 12 gauge

My memories of a corpse

Mind full of sick thoughts

And I ain't goin back to court

So fuck what you thought I'm drinkin' hennessey

Runnin from my enemies will I live to be 23

There's so much pain

[Chorus:]

Ohhhh...

Tired of the Strain and the Pain

Ohhhh...

Tired of the Strain and the Pain

[Verse 2: Stretch]

Years and years of that rough life

Runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife

And livin trifed on the regular

Buckin out competitors

See a faker move and chase them down like the fuckin predator

Get in trouble everyday in school

Act a fool

And you know I had to break every rule

Showin off for the bitches cause I had the mad rep

So I had to watch my back when it was time to step

But my [?] grimiest with love for me

Pop, pop, pop

And send a sucka up above for me

Aiyyo currency kept passing me by, but I didn't cry

Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke

And now the money's looking lovely

Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me

Kick 'em the game

It's all the same

I kick it back yo

Give 'em slack yo

And now they label me the mack yo

People check it

Get disrespected if you front the the birdman

You heard man

Catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand

Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit

You know you get your ass twisted so run for cover

Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust

So if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust

A lot of pressure with the street fame

It's a deep game

And my mama always cryin'

Yo there's so much pain

[Chorus]

Ohhhh...

Ohhhh...

[Verse 3: 2Pac]

They got me mobbin like I'm Loc'ed

And ready to get my slug on

I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on

I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me

Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me

Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion

Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - b-blaaastin

I'm a nut and drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high

On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die

Tell me why? 'Cause this stress is gettin' major

A buck-fifty across the face with my razor

What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone

Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong

These sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep

But will they can I see

And everyday it just a struggle

Steady thuggin' in the streets

And I'll be ballin' loc

Don't let 'em make you worry

Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried

I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,

Word to Mutha I'm touched

I'm kickin dust up

Ready to bust

I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean

Until they kill me

I'll be livin this life

I know you feel me

There's so much pain

[Chorus:]

Ohhh...

Tired of the Strain and the Pain

Ohhh...

Tired of the Strain and the Pain

Ohhh...

Tired of the Strain and the Pain

Ohhh...

Tired of the Strain and the Pain

Ohhhhhh...

Ride For Me lyrics - 2pac (feat. Fatal Hussein, Kurupt)

[2Pac]

Look..

I need more than just romantic feelings

When shit is frantic need a bitch that's just as scandalous when fucking this killer

To be a pealer and have a bachelor in cold feelings

Mind for numbers hate to wonder with this drug dealin'

Thug feelings make me a villain to them PH imbalanced civilians

Don't let them hurt feelings turn this lesson to a killing

Game spilling my prophecy fore filling 

To be involved with a killing must be immune to squealing

Listen lady what does it take to get you out of crazy?

Pass you a loaded 38 and bust on fools who play me

This is how I plan a night 

First we ride on them bustas then we dine eating dinner by candle light

Be alert and put in work with a thug passion

I'm a king and you the queen up in thugz mansion

Me.. Imma neva be a busta I ride for keeps

I know you shy but please reply 

Would you ride for me.

[Chorus - 2Pac]

Tell me baby Would you ride 4 me?

Bust on them mothafuckas when they lie 2 me?

Now don't you ever tell a lie just confide in me

Would you die 4 me? Tell me baby would you ride 4 me?

Tell me baby would you ride 4 me?

Would you bank on them niggaz (Bustas) when they lie 2 me?

Don't ever tell a lie just confide in me

Would you die for me? Tell me baby would you ride 4 me?

[Hussein Fatal of Outlawz]

C'mon babe wont you ride for me 

Do the time for me just cock back the 9 and see

How many niggas put a gun in hand 

Tell you to take what you can while you running with your man

On my order you shoot 

Straight counting the loot

You disguised in my boots dip and slide in the coupe..

Unorthodox tripping catch him on missions

Styles twisted daily weak emcees trail me show me how telling me

Smoke me instead of jailing me 

You know it ain't no Fatal dog and "J" without felony at the telly they yelling me

Play me I give you one try 

And I'll let you live long enough to let you see your son die

This evilness and wizardry Thug Life specifically it can be 

Found as deadly as them bullets that keep missing me

So what I'm supposed to do 

Just to open up your eyes and see.. you got it good 

All you have to do is ride for me

[Chorus 2 - 2Pac]

So Tell me baby Would you ride 4 me?

Would you bomb on niggas when they lie 2 me?

Now don't you ever tell a lie just confide in me

Would you die 4 me? Tell me baby would you ride 4 me?

Tell me baby would you ride 4 me? Would you bomb on niggas when they lie 2 me?

Now don't ever tell a lie just confide in me

Would you die for me? Tell me baby would you ride 4 me?

[Kurupt of D.P.G.]

It was a nice sunny day I was dipping through the hood

Seen all my homies and it was all to the good 

I'm Kurupt.. the half-inch villian cold chilling

From the floor to the ceiling and illegal living civillians

So much cash is in the bundles 

Been there and done done it everything you've done seen and ever wanted 

I'm Kurupt..

Piece me up a piece of the pie many try but many die in attempts to ride

Who's the man with ten thousand plans got the grants and my my squad

We world wide homicidal klan 

So many strech their arms out to touch my loot but fuck em dog

Beware of the owner cuz the owner will shoot

Meet the dog in the worst way and a nigga like me's tight on my worst day 

I been rockin mics since the first day my eyes opened wide

And finally re-a-lized tell me baby would you ride for me.

[Repeat Chorus 2]

Road To Glory lyrics - 2pac

My road to glory is filled with thorns

Fluent thoughts from my brain and I train to remain strong

They said I couldn't do it

Lock me in chains til I

My struggles closer to the pain of a trained killer

Please believe that I'll never be shamed again

Again I'll be the next heavyweight champion

Call me crazy but no one can fade me

I'm the product of the projects

Lost and crazy

Throw your hands up Mr. Bruno, why?

Big Mike Tyson 'bout to brutalize that ass tonight

No hesitation in front of the whole nation

I beat that ass so bad I probably violate probation

Through demonstration as I strategize information

Intend to kill so it's real like I'm catching cases

Ha-ha

Let the world know I plan to die

If I don't leave with what I came for I'll be denied

Now, my first round is for the times that I spent in this cell

The second round is for the media and the lies they tell

My third round is for the pain that I felt inside

Best recognize I won't be denied, when we ride

My first round is for the times that I spent in this cell

The second round is for the media and the lies they tell

My third round is for the pain that I felt inside

Best recognize I won't be denied, when we ride

[Repeated]

The Death Of A True Thug lyrics - 2pac

'Cause they're bragging, telling the fuckers in jail yo, we just got pumped woo

and that's why we don't do it, I know what I'm doing, imma destroy 'em

Got some static for some niggaz on the other side of town

Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now

What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggaz?

Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz

Am I wrong? Niggaz makin songs, tryin to get with us

Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust

To the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come

shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die

Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look bitch!

I cut yo' face, this ain't no motherfuckin movie

THEN! We watch the other two die slow

Castrated entertainin at my motherfuckin sideshow

BAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes

I can't stand you hoes, uhh

Now label this my fuckin trick shot

My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop

When we RIDE

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug

Tell me will my niggaz mourn me?

The death of a true thug

And still, we try to change the past, in vain

Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug

Tell me will my niggaz mourn me?

The death of a true thug

a man of military means in my artillery

Watchin over me through every murder scene

Come take a journey through my mind's eye

You crossed the game, don't explain, nigga time to die, say goodbye

Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger

So right before you die you bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo' eyes

You was HEARTLESS on yo' hits

Niggaz love to scream peace after they start some shit - pay attention

Here's a word to those that robbed me

I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Don't fuck with me

Nigga you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell?

See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell

How many niggaz wanna be involved?

See I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll kill allay'all, then ball

Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed

Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin Outlawz

Before I leave, make sure everybody HEARD

Know I meant, EVERY MOTHERFUCKIN WORD

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug

Tell me will my niggaz mourn me?

The death of a true thug

And still, we try to change the past, in vain

Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug

Tell me will my niggaz mourn me?

The death of a true thug

a man of military means in my artillery

Watchin over me through every murder scene

I really didn't believe until I got shot that no black person would shoot me.

I was their representative, they would never harm me

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug

Tell me will my niggaz mourn me?

The death of a true thug

And still, we try to change the past, in vain

Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug

Tell me will my niggaz mourn me?

The death of a true thug

a man of military means in my artillery

Watchin over me through every murder scene

And if I die by slug, the death of a true thug

Tell me will my niggaz mourn me?

The death of a true thug

And still, we try to change the past, in vain

Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed

And if I die by slug the death of a true thug

Tell me will my niggaz mourn me?

The death of a true thug

a man of military means in my artillery

Watchin over me through every murder scene

The Government lyrics - 2pac

Damn son, Niggas stay doing it to us son, 

you gone son, Niggas think its a coincidence, 

niggas be stopping us before we even get started, 

This is under attack baby, we going to ride though, watch us son.

Some say the Government will watch me

But they can't stop me

I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me

But they can't stop me

I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse

Yo uh yea, see the lying in my eyes when I'm coming for the get back,

big mac, cock gunfire, hot tires they burning, they got us all dieing and burning, 

they lieing to destroy our earth, little birth diseases, 30 millionth church for Jesus

and still our young eating out cans, chiefing grams and weapons, I sold my first swam at seven,

A smidget after first grade, shirt sprayed with talents, you made us hurt make the balance.

Instead of preaching violence and fear, Silenced shares we moving, The evil go ahead a movement

Or share me the spiritual form, hear a song rebellion, we gathered up the strong and felons,

The youth and all the poverty strain and were all the poverty dwelling, The story that the pottery telling

You find all in potter's field or the government files.

Some say the Government will watch me

But they can't stop me

I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me

But they can't stop me

I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me

But they can't stop me

I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me

But they can't stop me

I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse

Dave Duke sure look cute in that black suit Oooohhh

But even cuter behind the barrel of my six shooter Oh

You look worried cause I ain't burried

Punks leave in a hurry cause I throw flurries making mothafuckas, scurry

Come feel the flavor from my single

And brain cell's tingle I'm feeling stronger than a fuckin mad Dingo 

and uh How's that for black history?

I stay strapped, and love to jack those that slang that crack misery Ha

Cause being a nigga means you love niggas

But how could you love niggas if you trying drug niggas?

You motherfuckas need your caps peeled

Cause when blacks kill blacks we stay trapped and thats, real

And we don't need no more statistic's

It's time to get more realistic for the young the black and the gifted

And uh

Until my people get uplifted

There's no popping shit, just popping clips instead of marching we gon' rip

Shit.

Some say the Government will watch me

But they can't stop me

I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me

But they can't stop me

I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me

But they can't stop me

I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me

But they can't stop me

I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse

yo whoever shot tupac amaru shakur

will forever be a dead man laying on the floor

revolutionary thug shit dieing for every young poor black mother in the middle of the ghetto

we never had a chance to appreciate life

the government got a plan to eliminate the life 

of every black soul on the slavery land 

and oppositions we abolishing a slavery plan, pay attention every serious political band

got a division full of killers imperial scams

they wanna kill us all off and incarcerate the family of anyone opposing the war

They want us all to appreciate death and believe up in the white god praying to the heavens above.

Ima never let a devil come separate the adamic covenant, The potter's field criminals coming for the government.

Watch Ya Mouth lyrics - 2pac

[Verse 1]

You heard it wrong nigga, ain’t nothing sweet about my techniques

you checkin’ for my breathless quotes I wrote deadly

My history so thoroughly involves destruction

niggaz left with their ass bleedin’, lyrical fucking

Open up, first to bust, let me see your heart

turn the lights down, cause I might clown in the dark

When I check for the Heartz of Men what do we find?

niggaz watchin’ for my pockets, planning plots on mine

Am I blind? Let my rhymes speak, for me in history

a legend you define me

Don Makaveli bitch bow down to Death Row

Fuck what you say we untouchable now that we done shook Doc Dre

He ain’t made a beat in six years, swear he the shit

Won’t get no record sales suckin’ Nas dick

Let me get my preach on nigga drop the beat, I get my freak on

The wrong one for you to speak on

Motherfucker watch ya mouth

[Verse 2]

Look I heard Nas got beef cause I’m dissin’ his clique, cool

come bring your ass nigga you can get dissed

I worldwide steady war rappin’,

Get your cash on nigga, five times platinum

What’s that?

De-La got a problem with this hard shit

ever since "me myself and I", y’all been garbage

I’m gonna keep it real, show you how it feels to ride

Y’all went three feet and stopped risin’

Wendy Williams is a fat bitch, that’s the truth

I got a jar full of niggas nuts that’s for you

Let the Westside Eastside drama seize

I’ll come alone to your own streets, Outlaw

Prepare for panic when I unleash

Niggas is lucky if they leave here in one piece

Queen Puff never had no heart to start

So how the hell Biggie Smalls get the part?

Watch ya mouth

[Verse 3]

What I bring to you is hard core, the very essence of my poetry

Dyslexic so you backward ass niggas will notice me

The only G to bleed for the shit I bring

And swing hard on motherfuckers that’s my thing

Vocally I’m pure so you O.D. tryin’ to throw me

Don’t get ya life took tryin’ to run with ya homies, y’all know me

Same nigga so quick to blast

On this worldwide mash, trying to get some cash

Holla my name and the game will follow

Wait and I’ll murder these snakes tomorrow

Bunch of washed up jealous ass punk though

Quit bullshitting Pac, flip the promo

Makaveli rise, all you niggas die when I come

I’ll do some fly shit and be done

They say Pac ain’t got love for the eastside

You a lying motherfucker, nigga we ride

Watch ya mouth

What'z Ya Phone # (Remix) lyrics - 2pac (feat. Candy Hill)

[Intro: 2Pac]

What's ya phone number?

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Now I can make music for ya tempo

It's just a mental written for the nymphos

That's a intro

Shook when you rush me

Woke up and touched

Why do you wanna fuck me?

Just cause I'm paid in the worst way, true

Looking kinda good in ya birthday suit

I wonder if you wild and ya act shy

Do you like to be on top or the backside

Watch when you lick yo lips

Shake yo hips

God damn I love that shit

Let's stop faking be real now

I got a room and a hard on , still down?

You been staring a bar full of black dudes

Say you wanna see my scar and my tattoos

When we headed for my hide out, act right

I'm a playa when I ride out, thats right

What's ya phone number?

[Chorus]

Baby it's a show

and we can get on all night

(Baby lemme give you a call,

how long will it take to break you off)

To three or maybe four

I'm ready for it all, I'm down

(Baby lemme give you a call,

how long will it take to break you off)

[Verse 2: Loui V]

Shit, you gotta work for the number

Work a lil bit harder for my naked slumber

Tryna get it on the come up

Ease breeze 1-2-3 won't get it from me, no!

Can you think a lil farther

Baby throw me them keys and I'll push the Galada

And I ain't tryna barter

Vice grips on my hips

And my lips on the tip

Now let ya face take a taste

I promise I will squirt and it won't be mase

Dumb sprung up in my place

When you leave it ain't ya shoes but my neck you lace

Now tell me now can you roll with a boss bitch

Keep that thang standing tall for a boss bitch

Game mean, keep it clean for a boss bitch

Grab a pen and paper, seven digits of a boss bitch

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: 2Pac]

Oh shit, baby is a dime piece

more than just my piece

Personally best from the Gods

If I seen her right now

she could get me hard

Didn't wanna talk to me just to see my car

Never had sex with a rich rap star

'til I got her in the back of my homeboy's car

Tell me why do we live this way?

Money over bitches let me hear you say

What's yo phone number?

Are you alone?

Got a pocket full of rubberslet roam

Til I tell ya girlfriend to take you home

I had fun but baby gotta leave me alone

Picture in my rhyme take time to rewind these ordinary words I say

If you opening ya mouth

Immediately you find it's time to let the Outlawz play

[Verse 4: O.C.]

I know you wanna fuck lemme hear you say

Give it to you good til I come in ya face

Keep it running like a faucet

You the boss niggaaaaa

Don't be scared to toss it up betcha cum quickaa

I know how you keep it so thuggish, thuggish

Feel it through ya fingas how you grip this shit

Got ya hittin' it like a bat

Yea hit it like a bat

Like yea mayne I'm high like a plane

In the back of a G5

Got my legs 'bout a mile high

Got you gripping on my thighs

Boy ya hands on fire

Poppin' bottle looking at my shadow

How we get it

And no stoppin' how we did it

I don't know I just know I gotta get some

So ruthless, when I fuck better duck

When you see me whip 'Pac in the truck

Rolling like a 8 Ball

Now lemme break you off

[Chorus x4]

album: "Greatest Hits" (1998)

• Keep Ya Head Up - 2 pac
• 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted - tupac (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)
• Temptations - Tupac
• God Bless The Dead - Tupac (feat. Stretch)
• Hail Mary - tupac (feat. Kastro, Young Noble, Prince Ital)
• Me Against The World - 2pac (feat. Dramacydal)
• How Do You Want It - 2pac (feat. K-Ci and JoJo)
• So Many Tears - Tupac
• Unconditional Love - 2pac
• Trapped - 2pac
• Life Goes On - tupac
• Hit 'Em Up - 2pac
• Troublesome '96 - tupac
• Brenda's Got A Baby - 2pac
• I Ain't Mad At Cha - 2pac (feat. Danny Boy)
• I Get Around lyrics - 2 Pac
• Changes - 2pac
• California Love - Tupac (feat. Dr. Dre)
• Picture Me Rollin' - 2pac (feat. CPO, Danny Boy, Syke)
• How Long Will They Mourn Me? - Tupac
• Toss It Up - 2pac (feat. K-Ci, JoJo)
• Dear Mama - 2pac
• All About U - tupac (feat. Nate Dogg, YGD Tha Top Dawg)
• To Live & Die In L.A. - tupac (feat. Val Young)
• Heartz Of Men - 2pac

Keep Ya Head Up lyrics - 2pac

Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne

[Verse One:]

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

[Chorus]

Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooo child things are gonna get brighter [2x]

[Verse Two:]

Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
it ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten older and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin Benz
I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up