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Hold Ya Head (Letra)

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[prison in the background while ‘Pac speaks]
Yo Jackson! (8231549)
Yes (?), come on down
Hold the doors – let’s go!
8599 (?) close it tight
Lock it down

[2Pac]
My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island
All the penitentiaries
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon
All the political prisoners
San Quentin (who can save you).. all the jailhouses
I’m with you

[2Pac]
Yeah
One thug, one thug (How do we keep the music playing)
You’re listenin to the sounds of one, thuuug
One thug, one thug (How do we get ahead)
You’re listenin to the sounds of..

[2Pac]
I wake up early in the mornin, mindstate so military
Suckers fantasizin pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me, the weed, or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed
Out for all that, knowin that this world bring drawbacks
Look how this shit bump once I deliver these raw raps
Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black
Tonight we, honor the dead, those who won’t be back
So if I die, do the same for me, shed no tears
An Outlaw, thug livin in this game for years
Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I’m buried
Knowin deep inside only a few love me
Come rush me to the gates of heaven, let me picture for a while
How I lived for my days as a child; I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head

[Chorus: sung + 2Pac]
How do we keep the music playing (yes, you got to hold ya head)
How do we get ahead.. (hold your head!)
Too many young black brothers are dying (yes, you got to hold ya head)
Livin fast, too fast..

[2Pac]
Hahaha, yo
These felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop
Cause these lawyers gettin money everytime they knock us
Snatchin pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed
Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze
Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows
And mo’ money mean litigatin, mo’ playa hatin
Got a cell at the pen for me waitin – is this my fate?
Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin, me fall back?
Never that, too much tequila drinkin, we all that
Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse
Everyone with me is family, cause everybody’s got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin
got us all meetin up in prison..
Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood
Saying, "Please show a playa love" – hold ya head!
Hold it

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
The weed got me tweakin in my mind, I’m thinkin..
God bless the child that can hold his own
Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means nothin if you still ain’t free
Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me
I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally
Running from authorities ‘til they capture me
And my, aim is to spread mo’ smiles than tears
Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo’ head
Tradin converstion all night, bless the dead
To the homies that I used to have that no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads..
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin time pass
Through the glass of my drop-top Rolls, hold ya head!

[Chorus]

[2Pac over Chorus]
No matter how hard it get, feel me
Get the weed, drink a drink, read a book
Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever..

[Chorus repeats to fade]

Compartilhe!

Hold Ya Head (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

My homeboys in clinton and rikers island
Mumia, mutulu, sendeko, gerino pratt,
All the political prisoners
San quiton

Yeah
One thug, one thug

How do we keep the music playing

One thug, one thug

I wake up early in the morning
My state so military
Suckas fantasize, pictures of a
Young brother buried
Was it me, the weed, or this life i lead
If daytime is for suckas then
Tonight we bleed
Out for all that
Knowing that this world brings drawbacks
Look how this shit bumps
Once i deliver these war raps
Meet me at the cemetary
Dressed in black
Tonight we
Follow the dead
And those who won’t be back
So if i die
To the same for me
Shed no tears
An outlaw, thug living in this game,
For years
Why worry,
Hope to god
Get me high
When i’m buried
Knowing deep inside
Only if yah love me
Come rush me to the gates of heaven
Let me picture for a while
How i live for my days, as a child
I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash
Hold your head

Chorus

How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living fast, too fast

These felonies be like prophecies
Begging me to stop
Cuz these lawyers getting money
Everytime they knock us
Slashing pockets lyrically
Suckas fleed when they notice
Switched my name to makaveli
Had the rap game closed
Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows
They froze
Now suckas idealize my choosen blows
More money mean litigating
More playa hating
Got a cell at the penn for me waiting
Is this my fate
Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking
Me fall back
Never that
Too much tequilla drinking
We all that
Make them understand me
Hey i’ll stay all night out with my posse
Everyone roll with me is family
Cuz everybodies got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision
This life we living
Got us all meeting up in prison
Last week i got a letter from my road dog
Written in blood
Saying, “please show a young playa love”
Hold your head
Hold it

Chorus

How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living fast, too fast

God bless the child that can hold is own
Indeed
Enemies bleed when i hold my chrome
Let these words be to last
To my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation
In this world of greed
Currency means nothing if you still ain’t free
Money breeds jealousy
Take the game from me
I hope for better days
Trouble comes naturally
Running from the police
Till they capture me
And my aim is to spread more smiles than tears
Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe mama had it all right
Rest your head
Straight converstion all night
Bless the dead
To the homies that i usta have
That no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul
Watching time pass
Through the glass of my drop top
Hold your head

Chorus

Hold Ya Head (Letra)

Tupac

Tupac

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[showbiz]
Once again back again with my friends
Diamond’s beats are fat just like a benz
Andre the giant is great, but i should also mention
Lord finesse, he’s the funky technician
I’m on my way to the studio, it’s the only way that i know
How to play down low
Punching keys like rocky balboa
Saying rest in peace to tshaka figeoroa
Some got to grow up before they blow up
And did you ever know a young brother who had shit sewed up?
Rented some bm’s some volvos, some benz
So much jewls i had to pass shit down to my friends
But when down and out and pockets are low
See how fast friends go when there’s no cash flow
So i head for the top, times are hard
Pushing moms, no pops, i had to get my own props
I can wild out, but instead
I just keep to myself and showbiz just hold his head

Wally world (just hold ya head)
True dog (just hold ya head)
Kerry dope (just hold ya head)
My cousin chris (just hold ya head)

[a.g.]
Hold ya head, that’s what showbiz said
In memory of koto harris, the eulogy read:
Another friend was laid to rest
This world is just chaos, confusion, and a big mess
But we got to keep striving
To leave town, never stay down but keep rising
>from the ghetto, not always ghetto minded
Some is striving, the finish line they never find it
All of the sudden they life stops
>from black on black to harassed by white cops
Some went into jail to do time
They take away your time, your freedom, and your state of mind
So pay attention, these are facts, black
Take it from the giant cause i’ve been there and back
This is advice so take it
Stay strong on your path, and you will make it
I’m not trying to tell you what to do
Just hold ya head, and everything else will follow through

To tyrell (just hold ya head)
To cool k (just hold ya head)
My brother kel (just hold ya head)
Big todd (just hold ya head)

[showbiz]
Green light, that’s go or should i stop?
I’m not trying to get bagged by any narc cops
What are you, on dope, or is this a joke?
Is this the day you pull me over, searching for cracks and coke?
What’s the problem, you know i’m sober
If you drove a fucking nova you wouldn’t have to pull over
You’re making me late, my papers is straight
Never hesitate to run a check and then let me skate
Take my business card, it’s in my left hand
You got the right motherfucker but the wrong goddamn plan
So pass me by, or you wonder why
Niggas pull out their glock and point it right between your eye
But i got my shit together, i never flip with the weather
And i always think clever
I think positive and legit
I gotta give big shouts to my peeps kendu and infinite
Brothers stare into my face like i’m a sucker
It’s too easy to kill another young motherfucker
So i ignore it, i turn the other cheek
Yo show, you ain’t got any time for these niggas, these boys is weak
Some punks want to spit razors shit for rocks
Packing a glock, and i don’t shoot blanks
Young boys that thought they was ready, step to this
They made wrong moves because that ass got rocksteady
Down the line, far from kind
Whip in behind, and still packing nothing but a nine
Back on the block, or out on the streets
I recoup a dre’s scheme real neat to make ends meet
But i can’t live trife, shot stabbed with a knife
I want kids and a wife, not 25 to life
Negative thoughts are dead
Showbiz is the man that always hold his motherfucking head

To my man tone (just hold ya head)
To mad mark (just hold ya head)
To carmello (just hold ya head)
To big jordan (just hold ya head)

[showbiz]
Yeah, even though we can say rest in peace to the brothers that ain’t here,
It’s just never going to bring you back. so we got to love the ones that
We’re close to now. and i say, and i say, and we out. a.g., my man.

[a.g.]
I’d like to say what’s up to my man icewater, my man d-smooth, my brother cali
Dog, just to everybody man, just hold ya motherfucking head.

[showbiz]
Word, cause we’ve been there, and we in here. out, and we out.