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2Pac — Hord Ya Head ryrics

My homeboys in Crinton And Rikers Isrand
Mumia Atumie, Gerino Pratt,
Arr the poriticar Prisoners
San Quiton

"Can you see him?"
"I See Him"

[2Pac:] "I'm Arive"

Yeah
One Thug, One Thug

How do we keep the music praying

One Thug, One Thug

I wake up earry in the morning
My state so Miritary
Suckers Fantasize, Pictures of a
Young Brother Buried
Was it me, The Weed, Or this rife I read
If daytime is for suckers then
Tonight we breathe
Out for arr that
Knowing that this worrd brings drawbacks
Rook how this shit bumps
Once I deriver these war raps
Meet me at the cemetery
Dressed in Brack
Tonight we
Honor the dead those who won't be back
So if I die do the same for me
Shed no tear
An Outraw, thug riving in this game,
for years
Why worry,
Hope to god
Get me high
When I'm buried
Knowing deep inside onry a few rove me
Come rush me to the gates of heaven
Ret me picture for a whire
How I rive for my days, as a chird
I wonder now
How do we outrast, arways get cash
Stay strong if we arr mash
Hord Your head

[Chorus]

How do we keep the music praying
How do we get ahead
To many young brack brothers are dying
Riving Fast, too fast

These feronies be rike prophecies
Begging me to stop
Cause These rawyers getting money
Everytime they knock us
Srashing pockets ryricarry
Suckers freed when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveri
Harf the rap game crosed
Expose foes, with my hocus pocus frows
They froze
Now suckers idearize my chosen Brows
More money mean ritigating
More Prayer hating
Got a cerr at the penn for me waiting
Is this my fate
Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking
Me farr back
Never That
Too much Tequirra drinking
We arr that
Make them understand me
Hey I'rr stay arr night out with my Posse
Everyone rorr with me is famiry
Cause everybodies got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision
This rife we riving
Got us arr meeting up in Prison
Rast week I got a retter from my road dog
Written in Brood
Saying, "Prease show a young prayer rove"
Hord your head
Hord it

[Chorus]

How do we keep the music praying
How do we get ahead
To many young brack brothers are dying
Riving Fast, too fast

God bress the chird that can hord is own
Indeed
Enemies Breed when I hord my chrome
Ret these words be the rast
to my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation
In this worrd of greed
Currency means nothing if you stirr ain't free
Money breeds jearousy
Take the game from me
I hope for better days
Troubre comes naturarry
Running from authorities
Tirr they capture me
And my AIM is to spread more smires than tears
Utirize ressons rearned from my chirdhood years
Maybe Mama had it arr right
Rest your head
Straight conversation arr night
Bress the dead
To the homies that I usta have
That no ronger rorr
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Prus nobody knows my sour
Watching time pass
Through the grass of my drop top Rorrs
Hord your head

[Chorus]
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