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Tupac Shakur
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My Block (Nitty Remix)
作词：Ray Coleman, Osten Harvey, Francisco Pimentel, Tupac Shakur
Damn, take a ride to my block
My block, that's right! Heh
F'real on my motherfuckin' block
They got a nigga
Sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears
'Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
For all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on a four-five
My neighborhood ain't the same
'Cause all these little babies goin' crazy or they sufferin' in the game
And I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hop 'cause it don't stop, on my block
Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
(On my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
(My block)
But on our block we still play
Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin' in hail when will we prevail
Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well
And the system's sucidal with this Thug's Life
Stayin' strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, 'cause I'm starvin', can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home, on my block
Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
(On my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
(Yeah that's right)
But on our block we still play
And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the drive by
Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
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'Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin' black life
But I can't blame the dealers
My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin' out pickin' up game, sippin' cheap liquor
Gamin' the hoochies hopin' I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin' strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin' phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin' focus, on my block
Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
(On my block)
Every block is kinda mean
(San Antonio on my first visit I'm supposed to get)
But on our block we still play
(One-twelve street, 7th Avenue)
(It's my Mutherfuckin' block)
But on our block we still play
And block parties in tha projects lastin' way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend
In my mind, I see the same motherfuckers ballin'
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin' to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name
Swear they all know me and lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin' pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game from my block
That's right
Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
(Rest in peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away)
Every block is kinda mean
(From all the blocks that I'm from)
But on our block we still play
(One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?)
But on our block we still play
(183rd and Walt, my block, that's right)
But on our block we still play
(122nd and Morning side, my block, that's right)
(Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right)
But on our block we still play
(In the jungle of Atlantic City, that's my block, that's right)
But on our block we still play
(Los Angeles, haha, that's my block too)
But on our block we still play
(Oakland, can't forget Oak town, that's my block for sure)
But on our block we still play
And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kickin' up dust
Represent the motherfuckin' block
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