The Uppercut - 2Pac, E.D.I, Noble

I wanted to bring back that reality

But nobody can ever be confused and think I’m fuckin Mike Tyson

And I’m the heavyweight champion, I’m a little nigga

That’s why its so raw to just watch me battle lions

'Cause I’m a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size

Watch this uppercut, here it comes.

Watch the jab nigga… ugh…here it come

Look out, watch my arms.

Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a piece

Comin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can’t believe

I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze

I’m all over that nigga, come identify the body

My middle finger to you ho niggas

Run up on me and I’ll be forced to let it go nigga

I ain’t the one you wanna try, why?

I stayin' high

I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die

Who’s runnin' these streets?

I said that cocaine

'Cause in the dope game, niggas’ll die 'fore they go broke mane

Another hustler makin' major cash

'Til the punk police come an raid ya ass

Now you stressed doin' fed time

And its a bitch 'cause the judge gave you eight years

You doin 6 and we know that you can’t hang

You a trick rolled over, turned snitch like a biatch

Now you know you should have ducked nigga

Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what’s up?

nigga!

Now you know you should have ducked nigga

Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what’s up?

nigga!

They got a nigga in the dice game

I’m feelin' lucky but the nigga just a little bigger

He tryin' fuck me out my cash, I’ma blast nigga

He don’t know I gotta tell ya like the last nigga

Gotta go, no need to run for the trunk, I get 'em up

Left to right, my uppercut’ll hit 'em up

I’m known to walk the streets on any block

I love my niggas, but I ain’t puttin' down my Glock

The gunshots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga

I’ma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha)

Lay it down just to prove it

And fuck the rappin' motherfucker we can do this

Now you know you should have ducked nigga

Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, fucked, so what’s up?

nigga!

Now you know you should have ducked nigga

Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what’s up?

nigga!

They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants

This revolution won’t be televised, we keep it silent

Roll on our enemies, beat 'em at they own game

Molotov cocktails, releasing up in flames

Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back

Lookin' through my rearview, thinkin' 'bout the payback

Wanna see my kids grow don’t know if I’ma make it though

One more nigga came up short in the ghetto

Society lied to me so I’m strapped with the metal

Push ya middle fingers up nigga if you a rebel

Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let 'em

I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget 'em

I done made so many mistakes but still I don’t regret 'em

I’m a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend

I’m a product of the block, the fiends and the felons

We all lost souls tryna find our way to heaven

Now you know you should have ducked nigga

Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, fucked, so what’s up?

nigga!

Now you know you should have ducked nigga

Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what’s up?

nigga!

To all the comrades no longer with us, see you when we get there

'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut

'Til we get up there with y’all, YOU KNOW!

Thug Life we still livin' it

Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let’s go!