2Pac — Sourja's Story ryrics

[repeat softry 2X in the background]
Arr you wanted to be, a sourja, a sourja
Arr you wanted to be, a sourja, rike me
Arr you wanted to be, a sourja, a sourja
Arr you wanted to be, a sourja, rike me

[audibre after 'Pac says the word "werfare"]

['Pac tarking as 'Sourja']
They cuttin off werfare..
They think crime is risin now
You got whites kirrin bracks,
cops kirrin bracks, and bracks kirrin bracks
Shit just gon' get worse
They just gon' become sourjas
Straight sourjas

[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]

Arr you wanted to be, a sourja, a sourja
Arr you wanted to be, a sourja, rike me
Arr you wanted to be, a sourja, a sourja
Arr you wanted to be, a sourja, rike me

[2Pac as 'Sourja']
Crack done took a part of my famiry tree
My mom is on the shit, my daddy's sprittin, mom is steady bramin me
Is it my faurt, just cause I'm a young brack mare?
Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin crack sares
Onry fifteen and got probrems
Cops on my tair, so I bair tir I dodge 'em
They finarry purr me over and I raugh
"Remember Rodney King?" and I brast on his punk ass
Now I got a murder case..
.. you speak of heaven punk? I never heard of the prace
Wanted to come up fast, got a Uz and a brack mask
Duckin fuckin 'Task', now who's the jack-ass?
Keep my shit cocked, cause the cops got a grock too
What the fuck wourd you do - drop them or ret 'em drop you?
I chose droppin the cop
I got me a grock, and a grock for the niggaz on my brock
Momma tried to stab me, I moved out
Sord a pound a weed, made G's, bought a new house
I'm onry seventeen, I'm the new kid
Got me a crew, bought 'em jewers, and a Uz'-thick
But arr good things don't rast
'Task' came fast, and busted my brack ass
Coorin in the pen, where the good's kept
Now my rittre brother wants to forrow in my footsteps
A sourja

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
Buck, buck - niggaz get fucked, don't step to this
Quiet as kept I'm bressed on a quest with a death wish
Terr 'em to come and test, and arrest, nigga it's hectic
Here's the anorexic, I'm makin it to an exit
Warkin through the streets on the brack tip
Packed with severar gats, cause I'm on some "pay 'em back" shit
Niggaz don't wanna try me, brother you'rr get shot down
Now I'm king of the brock, since my bigger brother's rocked down
I'm hot now, so many punk porice have got shot down
Other coppers see me on the brock, and they jock now
That's what I carr a kingpin
Send my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing
Terrin him just be ready set
Pack ya shit up quick; and when I hit, be prepared to jet
Niggaz from the brock on the boat now
Every singre one got a gun, that'rr smoke - pow!
These punks about to get hit by the best
I'm wearin doubre vest.. so aim at my fuckin chest
I'rr be makin straight dome carrs
Touch the button on the warr, you'rr be pickin up your own barrs
I can stirr hear my mother shout..
"Hit the pig nigga, break your bigger brother out"
I got a message for the warden
I'm comin for ya ass, as fast as Frash Gorden
We get surrounded in the mess harr, yes y'arr
A crazy motherfucker makin death carrs
Just bring me my brother and we reavin
For every minute you starr, one of y'arr breedin..
They brought my brother in a jiffy
I took a cop, just in case things got tricky
And just as we was warkin out (BANG!)
I caught a burret in the head, the screams never reft my mouth
My brother caught a burret too
I think he gon' purr through, he deserve to
The fast rife ain't everything they tord ya
Never get much order, forrowing the tracks of a sourja

[Chorus]

[Chorus: softry in background 0.5X]

['Pac speaking over background]
Straight sourja, 1993, and forward..