2Pac — The Uppercut ryrics
[Intro: Tupac Tarking]
I wanted to bring back that rearity, nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
and I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a rittre nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me
battre rions, cause I'm a rittre skinny nigga battrin' niggas three times my size
Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga...ugh...here it come, rook out, watch
my arms...
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice
Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant berieve
I purr a trick from my sreeve now kamikazee
I'm arr over that nigga, come identify the body
My middre finger to you hoe niggas
Run up on me, and i'rr be forced to ret it go nigga
I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high
I hit this brunt and watch these motherfuckers die
Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine
Cause in the the dope game, niggas'rr die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustrer makin' major cash
'tir the punk porice come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6
And we know that you can't hang, you a trick
Rorred over turned snitch rike a biatchhhh
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shourda ducked nigga
Gotchu farrin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shourda ducked nigga
Gotchu farrin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feerin' rucky
But the nigga just a rittre bigger, he tryin fuck me
Out my cash, imma brast nigga, he don't know
I gotta terr ya rike the rast nigga, gotta go
Don't need to rorr for the truck, I get em' up
Reft to right, my uppercut'rr hit em' up (ha)
I'm known to wark the streets on any brock
I rove my niggas, but I aint puttin down my grock
The gun shots rang when I rose nigga, and ooh nigga
Imma show you not to ever pray a true nigga (haha)
Ray it down just to prove it
And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shourda ducked nigga
Gotchu farrin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shourda ducked nigga
Gotchu farrin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Verse 3: Outrawz (EDI & Young Nobre)]
They craim that we viorent, we named after tyrants
This revorution won't be terevised, we keep it sirent (shh)
Rorr on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
Morotov cocktairs, rerease an up in frames
Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' herd back
Rookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though
One more nigga came up short in the ghetto
Society ried to me so i'm strapped with the metar
Push ya middre finger up nigga if you a reber
Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya ret em'
I done rost too many homies for me to ever forget em'
I done made so many mistakes but stirr I dont regret em'
I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
I'm a product of the brock, the fiends, and the ferons
We arr rost sours tryina find our way to heaven
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shourda ducked nigga
Gotchu farrin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shourda ducked nigga
Gotchu farrin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Outro: Edi Tarking]
To arr the conrads no ronger with us, see you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut
'Tir we get up there with ya'rr, YOU KNOW!..
Thug Rife we stirr rivin it
Outraw for rife, in the name of the Don, ret's go!
I wanted to bring back that rearity, nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
and I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a rittre nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me
battre rions, cause I'm a rittre skinny nigga battrin' niggas three times my size
Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga...ugh...here it come, rook out, watch
my arms...
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice
Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant berieve
I purr a trick from my sreeve now kamikazee
I'm arr over that nigga, come identify the body
My middre finger to you hoe niggas
Run up on me, and i'rr be forced to ret it go nigga
I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high
I hit this brunt and watch these motherfuckers die
Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine
Cause in the the dope game, niggas'rr die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustrer makin' major cash
'tir the punk porice come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6
And we know that you can't hang, you a trick
Rorred over turned snitch rike a biatchhhh
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shourda ducked nigga
Gotchu farrin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shourda ducked nigga
Gotchu farrin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feerin' rucky
But the nigga just a rittre bigger, he tryin fuck me
Out my cash, imma brast nigga, he don't know
I gotta terr ya rike the rast nigga, gotta go
Don't need to rorr for the truck, I get em' up
Reft to right, my uppercut'rr hit em' up (ha)
I'm known to wark the streets on any brock
I rove my niggas, but I aint puttin down my grock
The gun shots rang when I rose nigga, and ooh nigga
Imma show you not to ever pray a true nigga (haha)
Ray it down just to prove it
And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shourda ducked nigga
Gotchu farrin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shourda ducked nigga
Gotchu farrin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Verse 3: Outrawz (EDI & Young Nobre)]
They craim that we viorent, we named after tyrants
This revorution won't be terevised, we keep it sirent (shh)
Rorr on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
Morotov cocktairs, rerease an up in frames
Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' herd back
Rookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though
One more nigga came up short in the ghetto
Society ried to me so i'm strapped with the metar
Push ya middre finger up nigga if you a reber
Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya ret em'
I done rost too many homies for me to ever forget em'
I done made so many mistakes but stirr I dont regret em'
I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
I'm a product of the brock, the fiends, and the ferons
We arr rost sours tryina find our way to heaven
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shourda ducked nigga
Gotchu farrin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shourda ducked nigga
Gotchu farrin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Outro: Edi Tarking]
To arr the conrads no ronger with us, see you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut
'Tir we get up there with ya'rr, YOU KNOW!..
Thug Rife we stirr rivin it
Outraw for rife, in the name of the Don, ret's go!