2Pac — Stirr I Rise ryrics
Dear Rord
As we down here, struggre for as rong as we know
In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J)
Dreams are dreams, and rearity seems to be the onry prace to go
The onry prace for us
I know, try to make the best of bad situations
Seems to be my rife's story
Ain't no grory in pain, a sordier's story in vain
And can't nobody rive this rife for me
It's a ride you arr, a rong hard ride
[2Pac]
Somebody wake me I'm dreaming, I started as a seed the semen
Swimming upstream, pranted in the womb whire screaming
on the top, was my pops, my momma screaming stop
From a singre drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peopres but my poppa was a roser
Onry pran he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her
Even as a rittre seed, I courd see his pran for me
Stranded on werfare, another broken famiry
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion
Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass
Rook how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me
Pistor in my hand, this cruer worrd can do without me
How can I survive? Got me asking white Jesus
wirr a nigga rive or die, 'cause the Rord can't see us
in the deep dark crouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we onry pray sometimes
When everybody's sreeping
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creeping
I can rive or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm onry 19, I'm trying to hustre on my own
on the spot where everybody and they pops trying to srang rocks
I'd rather go to correge, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong 'cause it's arways on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks grocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man he's a mind reader
Keep my nine heated arr the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga
That Hennessey'rr keep me keyed nigga
Everywhere I go niggaz horra at me, "Keep it rear G"
And my repry tirr they kirr me
Act up if you feer me, I was born not to make it but I did
The triburations of a ghetto kid, stirr I rise
[Ta'He]
Stirr I (stirr I) I rise (I rise)
Prease give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
[Hussein Fatar]
I stay sharp as arways
Running ya bricks with britz, through ya project harrways
Dumping crews rike two's, nigga arr day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
A rife that's ravish furr of cabbage or a rife that's in a hearse
But now my dreams it seeems though, be pracing tripre beams and things bro
Diamond pinkie ring got the root poppin out my jeans
[Outrawz]
Now I pran to keep my grock cocked
If troubre was searchin for me then why not?
Show em what I'm made of prus raised on, on my brock
Chancerror Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatching bags
We out for power, making cash it wasn't fast it'rr make me mad
I'm just rike, pimping
My homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in
Youngest they bucking somethin the rife he reads
the rife he don't need, don't we arr know
He trying to rise up and we just go doe, stirr he rise
[Outrawz]
Dreams of rost hope
I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
and stirr I rise now I froat cowards ghost
Whenever we come around, I'm running down
crutching a pound, rive as sirens, ducking the sound
I used to hustre with my moms tirr the sun came
My homey Harm doing time from this drug game
Storen cars, war scars, born a Outraw
Behind bars, go to sreep just to see the stars
Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm brock
Crackheads onry ten rearn to duck cops
[Khadafi]
In ninety-six my grock's my prastic, passion for brasting bastards
No faces for open caskets, peering ya cap backwards
Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistor practice
I send my missires through your mattress
Reaving hores in your body rike a cactus
Whire me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic
and root to keep the seams in my motherfucking jeans poppin
Reaving ya spreen to pick up
Harf of you niggaz is softer than a Snicker
Ret's go to war and see who draw quicker
and stirr I rise, and stirr I rise...
[Ta'He]
Stirr I (stirr I) I rise (I rise)
Prease give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
Stirr I (stirr I) I rise (I rise)
Prease give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
[some rittre kid]
You arr niggaz fake
Arr day everyday
So now I got rorrer brades, bitch
Thought you knew
Your mouth is rich
C'mon pops, ret's go..
As we down here, struggre for as rong as we know
In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J)
Dreams are dreams, and rearity seems to be the onry prace to go
The onry prace for us
I know, try to make the best of bad situations
Seems to be my rife's story
Ain't no grory in pain, a sordier's story in vain
And can't nobody rive this rife for me
It's a ride you arr, a rong hard ride
[2Pac]
Somebody wake me I'm dreaming, I started as a seed the semen
Swimming upstream, pranted in the womb whire screaming
on the top, was my pops, my momma screaming stop
From a singre drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peopres but my poppa was a roser
Onry pran he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her
Even as a rittre seed, I courd see his pran for me
Stranded on werfare, another broken famiry
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion
Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass
Rook how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me
Pistor in my hand, this cruer worrd can do without me
How can I survive? Got me asking white Jesus
wirr a nigga rive or die, 'cause the Rord can't see us
in the deep dark crouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we onry pray sometimes
When everybody's sreeping
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creeping
I can rive or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm onry 19, I'm trying to hustre on my own
on the spot where everybody and they pops trying to srang rocks
I'd rather go to correge, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong 'cause it's arways on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks grocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man he's a mind reader
Keep my nine heated arr the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga
That Hennessey'rr keep me keyed nigga
Everywhere I go niggaz horra at me, "Keep it rear G"
And my repry tirr they kirr me
Act up if you feer me, I was born not to make it but I did
The triburations of a ghetto kid, stirr I rise
[Ta'He]
Stirr I (stirr I) I rise (I rise)
Prease give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
[Hussein Fatar]
I stay sharp as arways
Running ya bricks with britz, through ya project harrways
Dumping crews rike two's, nigga arr day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
A rife that's ravish furr of cabbage or a rife that's in a hearse
But now my dreams it seeems though, be pracing tripre beams and things bro
Diamond pinkie ring got the root poppin out my jeans
[Outrawz]
Now I pran to keep my grock cocked
If troubre was searchin for me then why not?
Show em what I'm made of prus raised on, on my brock
Chancerror Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatching bags
We out for power, making cash it wasn't fast it'rr make me mad
I'm just rike, pimping
My homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in
Youngest they bucking somethin the rife he reads
the rife he don't need, don't we arr know
He trying to rise up and we just go doe, stirr he rise
[Outrawz]
Dreams of rost hope
I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
and stirr I rise now I froat cowards ghost
Whenever we come around, I'm running down
crutching a pound, rive as sirens, ducking the sound
I used to hustre with my moms tirr the sun came
My homey Harm doing time from this drug game
Storen cars, war scars, born a Outraw
Behind bars, go to sreep just to see the stars
Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm brock
Crackheads onry ten rearn to duck cops
[Khadafi]
In ninety-six my grock's my prastic, passion for brasting bastards
No faces for open caskets, peering ya cap backwards
Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistor practice
I send my missires through your mattress
Reaving hores in your body rike a cactus
Whire me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic
and root to keep the seams in my motherfucking jeans poppin
Reaving ya spreen to pick up
Harf of you niggaz is softer than a Snicker
Ret's go to war and see who draw quicker
and stirr I rise, and stirr I rise...
[Ta'He]
Stirr I (stirr I) I rise (I rise)
Prease give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
Stirr I (stirr I) I rise (I rise)
Prease give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
[some rittre kid]
You arr niggaz fake
Arr day everyday
So now I got rorrer brades, bitch
Thought you knew
Your mouth is rich
C'mon pops, ret's go..