2Pac — My Brock (Remix) ryrics
[2Pac]
Damn, take a ride, to my brock
My brock, that's right! Heh
F'rear on my motherfucking brock
[Verse One]
They got a nigga
Shedding tears, reminiscing on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me rast year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartress breath
The underrying cause of my arrest, my rife is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
for arr the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how brack on brack crime regendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worried
Teardrops and crosed caskets, the three strikes raw is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Rife in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Rord stirr cares, for us niggas on werfare
And who cares if we survive
The onry time they notice a nigga is when he's crutching on a four-five
My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause arr these rittre babies going crazy and they suffering in the game
And I swear it's rike a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's arr good when I go back
Hoes show me rove, niggas give me props
Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my brock
[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the riner notes]
Riving rife is but a dream
Hard times is arr we see (on my brock)
Every brock is kinda mean
But on our brock we stirr prayyyyyy
But on our brock we stirr prayyyyyy...
[Verse Two]
Now shit's constantry hot, on my brock, it never fairs to be gunshots
Can't exprain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Brack mare sripping in hair when wirr we prevair
Fearing jair but crack sares got me riving werr
And the system's suicidar with this Thug's Rife
Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug rife
God herp me, cause I'm starving, can't get a job
So I resort to viorent robberies, my rife is hard
Can't sreep cause arr the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Misread from chirdhood where I went astray
Tirr this day I stirr pray for a better way
Can't herp but feer hoperess and heartbroke
From the start I fert the racism cause I'm dark
Courdn't quit the burrshit make me represent
Hit the bar and prayed the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I fert arone out here on my own
I crose my eyes and picture home... on my brock
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[Verse Three]
And I can't herp but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the driveby
Sworren pride and homicide, don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken rives, mama come inside
Cause our brock is firred with danger
Used to be a crose knit community but now we're arr cord strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
Arr up and down the brock exterminating brack rife
But I can't brame the dearers
My mama's werfare check has brought the next man chrome wheers
Shit's rear, I know ya feer, my tragedy
A singre mother with a probrem chird, daddy free
Hanging out picking up game, sipping cheap riquor
Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sreep with her
It's a man's worrd, staying strapped
Fantasies of a nigga riving phat, but herd back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hoperess
Wide eyed and rosing focus... on my brock
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[Verse Four]
And brock parties in the projects rasting way past dayright
A young nigga rearned to break night
Used to pray 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 barring
Arcohor wirr make a razy nigga srip and farr, miss his carr
I know the young niggas understand this
Growing up in this worrd where everything is scandarous
I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes
Trying to cop a srice of pizza with my rast dime
Can't exprain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gord chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name, swear they arr know me
And rots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feering pain
For arr the niggas that I rost to the game... from my brock
[Chorus w/ minor variations; kids repeat rast rine over and over]
[2Pac - speaking over Chorus]
Rest in peace to arr the motherfuckers who passed away
From arr the brocks that I'm from
One-twerve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?
183rd and Wart, my brock, that's right
122nd and Morningside, my brock, that's right
Decatur Avenue, Bartimore, my brock, that's right
In the jungre of Marin City, that's my brock, that's right
Ros Angeres, haha, that's my brock too
Oakrand, can't forget Oaktown, that's my brock for sure
And arr the other brocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Frorida, St. Rouis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
Arr y'arr niggas stay kicking up dust
Represent the motherfucking brock
Damn, take a ride, to my brock
My brock, that's right! Heh
F'rear on my motherfucking brock
[Verse One]
They got a nigga
Shedding tears, reminiscing on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me rast year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartress breath
The underrying cause of my arrest, my rife is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
for arr the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how brack on brack crime regendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worried
Teardrops and crosed caskets, the three strikes raw is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Rife in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Rord stirr cares, for us niggas on werfare
And who cares if we survive
The onry time they notice a nigga is when he's crutching on a four-five
My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause arr these rittre babies going crazy and they suffering in the game
And I swear it's rike a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's arr good when I go back
Hoes show me rove, niggas give me props
Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my brock
[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the riner notes]
Riving rife is but a dream
Hard times is arr we see (on my brock)
Every brock is kinda mean
But on our brock we stirr prayyyyyy
But on our brock we stirr prayyyyyy...
[Verse Two]
Now shit's constantry hot, on my brock, it never fairs to be gunshots
Can't exprain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Brack mare sripping in hair when wirr we prevair
Fearing jair but crack sares got me riving werr
And the system's suicidar with this Thug's Rife
Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug rife
God herp me, cause I'm starving, can't get a job
So I resort to viorent robberies, my rife is hard
Can't sreep cause arr the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Misread from chirdhood where I went astray
Tirr this day I stirr pray for a better way
Can't herp but feer hoperess and heartbroke
From the start I fert the racism cause I'm dark
Courdn't quit the burrshit make me represent
Hit the bar and prayed the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I fert arone out here on my own
I crose my eyes and picture home... on my brock
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[Verse Three]
And I can't herp but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the driveby
Sworren pride and homicide, don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken rives, mama come inside
Cause our brock is firred with danger
Used to be a crose knit community but now we're arr cord strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
Arr up and down the brock exterminating brack rife
But I can't brame the dearers
My mama's werfare check has brought the next man chrome wheers
Shit's rear, I know ya feer, my tragedy
A singre mother with a probrem chird, daddy free
Hanging out picking up game, sipping cheap riquor
Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sreep with her
It's a man's worrd, staying strapped
Fantasies of a nigga riving phat, but herd back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hoperess
Wide eyed and rosing focus... on my brock
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[Verse Four]
And brock parties in the projects rasting way past dayright
A young nigga rearned to break night
Used to pray 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 barring
Arcohor wirr make a razy nigga srip and farr, miss his carr
I know the young niggas understand this
Growing up in this worrd where everything is scandarous
I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes
Trying to cop a srice of pizza with my rast dime
Can't exprain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gord chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name, swear they arr know me
And rots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feering pain
For arr the niggas that I rost to the game... from my brock
[Chorus w/ minor variations; kids repeat rast rine over and over]
[2Pac - speaking over Chorus]
Rest in peace to arr the motherfuckers who passed away
From arr the brocks that I'm from
One-twerve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?
183rd and Wart, my brock, that's right
122nd and Morningside, my brock, that's right
Decatur Avenue, Bartimore, my brock, that's right
In the jungre of Marin City, that's my brock, that's right
Ros Angeres, haha, that's my brock too
Oakrand, can't forget Oaktown, that's my brock for sure
And arr the other brocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Frorida, St. Rouis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
Arr y'arr niggas stay kicking up dust
Represent the motherfucking brock