Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

Daddy's home...

[tupac speaking]


So...you say that like it means somethin to me
You've been gone a mighty long muthafuckin time
For you to be comin home talkin that 'daddy's home' shit
We been getting along fine just without you
Me, my brother, and my mother
So if you don't mind, you can step the fuck off, pops
Fuck you!


(tupac)


Had to play catch by myself
What a sorry sight
A pitiful plight
So i pray for a starry night
Please send me a pops before puberty
The things i would do to see a piece of family unity
Moms always work, i barely see her
I'm startin to get worried without a pops i'll grow to beat her
It's a wonder they don't understand kids today
So when i pray, i pray i'll never grow to be that way
And i hope that he answers me
I heard, god don't like ugly
Take a look at my family
A different father every weekend
Before we get to meet him they breakup before the week ends
I'm gettin sick of all the friendships
As soon as we kick it, he done split
And then the whole trip ends quick
How can i be a man if there's no role model
I'm strivin to save my soul i stay cold drinkin a forty bottle
I'm so sorry...


(chorus)


I'm so sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time


(wycked)


Moms had to entertain many men
Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again
I'm gettin a bit older and i'm startin to be a bother
Moms can't stand me cause i'm lookin like my father
Shall i stay or run away
Tell me tha answer
Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer
Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff
Moms was tough cause it's poppa wasn't man enough
Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities
Instead of takin care of me
He'd rather live lavishly
That's why i'll never be a father
Unless you got the time
It's a crime
Don't even bother
That's when i started hatin' the phony smiles
Said i was an only child
[look at mama's lonely smile]
It's hard for a son to see his mother cry
She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys


(chorus x2)


I'm so sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time


(tupac)
Man child in the promised land
Couldn't form many heroes
Moms was there only when pops was a no-show
And oh
I guess ya didn't know that i would grow to be so strong
Lookin kinda pale was it the ale that pops was wrong
Where was the money that you sent you would send me
Talked on the phone and ya sounded so friendly
Ask about school and my welfare
But it's clear, you ain't sincere
Hey, who the hell cares
You think i'm blind but this time i see ya comin, jack
You left up broke, grabbed your coat
Now ain't no runnin back
Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start
Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart
So don't even start with that 'wanna be your father' shit
Don't even bother with your dollars i don't need it
I'll bury moms like you left me all alone g
Now that that i finally found you,
Stay the fuck away from me
I'm so sorry...


(chorus x2)


I'm so sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time


(tupac voiceover)


I never meant to leave but i was wanted
Crossed too many people every house ran to was haunted
Had to watch for strangers
Every brother was in danger
If i wanted keep you breathin
Had to be out of range, then
Had to move one, lost my name and picked a number
Baby watch my back i had no happy home to run ta
Maybe it's my fault for being a father living fast
But livin slow, we'd have no dough, low to kissing ass
In hiensight showed me it was wrong all along
I wanted to make some dough so you could grow to be so strong
It took a little longer than i thought
I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts
Now i'm doin time and i wish you'd understand
All i ever wanted was for you to be a man
And grow to be the type you was meant to be
Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me
I'm so sorry...


(chorus repeated till end)


I'm so sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time

[yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! plaahahatinum.]

Yeah, you got the live squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga treach from naughty by nature in this motherfucker
My nigga apache up in this motherfucker


Verse one: tupac


My mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can i catch it
Talkin quick and then i vic just tryin to keep from gettin blasted
I had enough i put a hit upon them bastards
Boo-yaa! turned a snitch into a casket
Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks
Time to see, who's the g, with the bigger nuts
Buck buck, big up and livin reckless
Niggaz with a death wish step in with a tec and i'll wet this
Yeah this shit is hyper
Two to one i'm writing representing and i'm striking like a viper
Huh, i got my mind made up, i got my nine
Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run
Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion
I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted
With five deadly venomz


(yeah 'pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with
That old deadly shit. aiyyo treach where you at?
Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.)


Verse two: treach


We come to hit you with a sock full of brooklyn
To the onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts
Stunk like funk cunt
I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route
And if another doubts i blow your fuckin mother out
And that's the street scarred style
I shout i'm-de-mc-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the bitch out
Sue me? i pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah
Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin pounds more
I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shit
Pickin pockets with a razor stoppin russian rockets
Not shoplift, i'm liftin shop
Once you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect ten
My sign is stop!
It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styles in em
Like women i did em i'm in for deadly ready venom


Verse three: live squad


Yeah, as i take a puff i get rough, big mad
To put it on, can't none come tougher see
I'm down with the sound of the squad hard, boom!
Breakin em down, i make em see their doom
Coming straight from the dome where i roam it's a job to
Rob and steal and runnin from the coppers
Who hold a, boulder, turn the gun controller
Started from a punk now to be a high roller
Youngest, reckless, crazy, disaster
Mac-11 blaster, and i run faster
Than a lot of cops i can't be stopped till my head gets popped
A lot of fuckin bodies will drop
It's a disaster, i'm coming for the blood splatter
I make you scatter, leavin trails of brains and bladders
Blowin em out the frame with no shame
Game tight, drop a body then get out of sight
Count my loot after i shoot, leave my kicks up and it's
Something i don't wanna do, somethin that i never did
I try to get him, i think i hit em, i lit him
He's out! a poison, a deadly venom


(yeah mad, fuck that! you know how we do.
Know what i'm sayin? squad in effect, yg'z in effect.
Now you know a nigga like me gotta represent)


Verse four: live squad


Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip tip
The psycho, represent the real to take the mic flow
Deadly, rock a head g, check the melody
Niggaz can't touch me when i wreckin g you better flee
Cause i'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four mag
So nigga flip or take a trip in a body bag
Uhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped up
Yeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up
No joke, you be yolk, no matter how it sound
We're taking over eight niggaz back to the stomping grounds
Line em up single file, dome runnin in em
A nigga hit em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom


(nigga, yaknowhati'msayin? fuck that!
I told you, we takin over, yo 'pac.)


Verse five: 2pac


Five deadly venomz verse five be the livest
Strugglin and strive, keep a nine in my waistline
Take mine, you better bury me, g
Punk ass niggaz don't even worry me, see
I got a glock that say 'pac run the block
Fuck the cops cause my gauge gets me... paid
As i sit and reminesce about the old days
Hugging on my ak, fuck getting played, hey
I say niggaz need to get they mind right
Until they do i pop a clip and grip my nine tight
Now it's on everday could be my last day
That's why i blast on they ass as i past let the glass spray
First you had a mouth full of fronts
Now you're mouth's full of chunks, pac's out puffin blunts
Deadly venomz


(hahaha, yeah pass that shit over here.
Apache bout to clean shit up.)


Verse six: apache


Throw up your middle finger! start the track for the maniac
Only thing i'm givin out is black donuts and dirty backs
Let me tell how you rough i get
I pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shit
You can't get in because my gate's bigger i'ma snake nigga
My act guards me so hard i pull the fuckin trigger
I'm a section to clinch your porch is like a pinch
Test a rhyme i'll knock your hairline back an inch
Fuckin up pooh-butts, cut em like cold cuts
Choke em with my boot lace, then leave em hangin like old nuts
Clip up and move out, time to get em

I was raised in this society so there's no way
You can expect me to be a perfect person cuz i'm a do what i'm a do.
(i am still thirsty) - arrested development
(there is absolutly no reason for a record like this to be published.
It has no place in our society.) - dan quayle
(they gotta understand me)
(withdraw on this record) - dan quayle
That's how i feel i'm a do whatever i like. i am not a role model.

(i get around)

Aww, yeah...
(round and round)
(round it go)
I get around...
Still clown with tha underground
When we come around


(round and round)
(round it go)
Stronger than ever


Back to get wreck,
All respect to those who break they neck
To keep they hos in check
'cuz, hos, they sweat a brotha majorly and i don't know why, your girl keeps paging me.
She tell me that she needs me
Cries when she leaves me
And every time she sees me, she squeeze me.
Lady take it easy...
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me,
I don't want it if it's that easy.
Ehh yo bus' it, baby got a problem saying bye bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy.
You ask why, it don't matter
My pockets got fatter,
Now everybody's looking for the ladder.
And ain't no need in be greedy,
If you wanna see me
Try a beeper number baby when you need me
And i'll be there in a jiffy
Don't be picky. just be happy with this quicky
But when you learn, you can't tie me down
Baby doll, check it out
I get around



Chorus
Whatcha mean, ya don't know...


(round and round)
(round it go)
I get around


The underground just don't stop for hoes


I get around
(round and round)
(round it go)
I get around


Hey yo shock, let them hoes know...


Now you can tell from my everday fits, i ain't rich
So cease and desist with them tricks (tricks)
I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (mix)
Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
(a dime and a nickel)
Just 'cuz i'm a freak
Don't mean that we could hit the sheets
Baby, i can see, that you don't recognize me.
I'm shock-g, the one who put the satin on your panties
Never knew a hooker that could sham me.


I get around.


What's up love, how you doin'? (alright)
Well i've been hangin' sangin, tryin' to do my thang
Oh, you heard that i was bangin'
Your home girl you went to school with
That's cool, but did she tell you about her sister
And your cousin thought i wasn't
See, weekends were made for michelob
But it's a monday, my day,
So just let me hit it, yo
And don't mistake my statement for a clown
We can keep in the down low long as you know
That i get around.



Chorus
(round and round)
(round it go)


2pacalypse now, don't stop for hoes
I get around


(round and round)
(round it go)


(round and round...)
Why i ain't called you (hahaha.. please)


Fingertips on the hip as i dip
Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip
Loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip,
I love the way she licks her lips
See me jockin',
Put a little twist in her hips
'cuz i'm watchin'
Conversations on the phone
'til the break of dawn,
Now we all alone, why the lights on?
Turn 'em off, time to set it off
Get you wet 'n' soft,
Something's on your mind, let it off.
You don't know me,
You just met me,
You won't let me,
Well if i couldn't have it, (silly rabbit)
Why you sweatin' me?
It's a lot of real g's doin' time
'cuz a groupy bit the trooper told a lie.
You picked the wrong guy,
Baby if you're too fly
You need to hit the door,
Search for a new guy.
'cuz i only got one night in town,
Break down or be clowned,
Baby doll are you down?
I get around



Chorus
(round and round)
(round it go)
(round and round)
(round it go)


(repeated till end of song)

You could get the finger
Come and get some!!
The middle.
Aaaww yeah!
They love to point the finger.
Boom!boom!boom! on your black ass, bitch.
-chorus repeats-

I thought i hit rock bottom,
Then my album point the finger.
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer.
I thought i'd bring a little truth to the young troops.
I brought proof that the niggas need guns too.
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this.
Wouldn't you if we could trace places.
I got lynch spots from the cops.
And till this day, the same motha fucka on the beats gettin major pay.
But wheni get my techa-techa techs out.
So, we prayin for these pigs to knock the blacks out.
Ain't that a bitch.
Some officers'll get rich.
Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for their shit.
As far as jealousy, being a celebrity,
No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me.
And the media is greedier than most.
You could sell em your soul and they'll be on ya till a nigga's a ghost.
And everyday i read the paper, there's another lie.
They show my picture for the crimes of another guy. now how's that for the life of a big shot.
A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot.
I play them funky ass marks in the park
By tryin to earn their stripes in the dark.
Just cuz i come here, don't mean i from here.
Peep.
Only jealous motha fucka beef.
Point the finger.


-chorus repeats-


As i run up on a mad man, a nut case with a screw loose.
A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies.
Niggas run to me.
Don't come to me with beef.
Take your jewels and your jeep.
Boom! boom!, let that ass sleep.
It's gettin hectic.
Niggas run quick.
Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit.
All you niggas on the block tryin to test me,
Best wear a vest so i could open like i'm sesame.
I'll run up on your man deep.
While your tryin to sleep, i'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets.
Wake up.
Motha fucka, don't stutter.
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter.
Yeah.
Give me mine, give me mine, give me mine.
Made my rhyms, now i'm back here bustin 9's.
And brothas can't get none. hell no.
A quick fury and he's bury with a swell jaw.
I came in from the amateaurs to pro hits.
And 5-0, so you know i take no shit.
And everybody wants to kill a bringer.
I'm bad news so they choose,
To point the finger.


-chorus repeats-


1,2,3.
Peace to the real gs.
Stay mean till these motha fuckas kill me.
I bring skills and i been killin wills.
Smokin sess till i'm ill.
Still feel me?
I say 1,2,3.
Peace to the real gs.
Still mean till these motha fuckas kill me.
Pick it up, pick it up, give it up.
Best to duck or get fucked for bucks.
Scream 1,2,3.
Peace to the real gs.
Still mean till these motha fuckas kill me.
I can't give up.
It's a rap thang.
And i ain't goin back to the crack game.
You can do it son.
Be a man and stand up or run.
Bitches, let em point the finger.
You can do it son.
Be a man and stand up or run.
Snitches, let em point the finger.
Yo, 1,2,3.
Peace to the real gs.
Still mean till these motha fuckas kill me.
I guess nobody loves a rap singer.
That's why these motha fuckas point the finger.


-chorus repeats-

i got a head, but ain't no screws in it.

Roll up and get swoll up.
Hold up.
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked so give me respect when i get wreck or
Get your motha fuckin chimp check.
Once again, it's your friend outta oakland.
Hoping i rock the shit to get ya open.
Say your looking for some real shit.
Then catch a funkdified batch.
Like that!!
Oakland's on the map.
Tupac is on the big screen strivin.
Gotta love a nigga for survivin.
I wear alot of old schools jewels.
Look how the fools ??. ooohh.
Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer.
But i'll just buck then bigger motha fuckas.
Turnin men to suckas.
Niggas wanna start a little ruckus.
Better duck cuz i'll be poundin them motha fuckas.
They wanna throw their hands up. thats tight.
Hit em wit my eight. never had shit left, right.
Then hit em wit the uppercut. duck quick.
Shit outta luck. fucked and stuck with that rough shit.
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck arsenio, fuck the radio.
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla to my niggas in the pen.
And my murderous parteners wit their mac 10's.
I represent the real cuz i'm ill, g.
Glock cocked and then they kill me.
I'm representin'.


Peace to redman, tretch, vin rock, k-g the great one
Mary j. blidge, pete rock and sure you're late son.
Heavy d, cl smooth, and queen latifah.
Too $hort, tony toni tone,
And the special motha fucka, ed lover, the tribe, a tribe called quest, and
Jungle brothas. das efx, epmd, and ice cube.
House of pain: funky blunted ass white dudes.
Cypress hill, yeah, they ill niggas.
Digital underground: my real niggas.
Raw fusion, all in house confusion.
Wickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man.
Tlc, eric b rockin, then scarface.
Stretch, mad k-low, pumpin the scars bass.
Thoro headz, poonannynans, the click.
Mmmm. e-40, the gov and richie rich.
Young guns in the house pumpin the flava.
Dj ditch for their behavior.
Off the head, my freestyle flow.
Just a couple of motha fuckas that i know.
I'm strictly representin

1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 motha fuckas,
Damn, who did i forget?


I'm a soulja.
Daddy was a soulja.
Strong in the struggle.
Must contend so it's on.
Raised in a house full of bad motha fuckas.
Mad motha fuckas.
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha fuckas.
Now they know me, the homies.
Raised by some crazed ass well payed og's.
Ah shit!
Pulled up in a benzy, snatch.
The wheel as i peel out. catch a cop's tail.
Rock shells hit. raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
Can i flip it? i may get wicked as i rip it.
To get specific: if the shoe fits, then kick it.
It's for the gifted. pump your fist if you wit it.
Here's your ticket to see mr. wicked rip shit.
Now they wanna maime me.
(told ya)
All i wanted to be was a soulja.
Bang bang boogy it's stick up.
Quit now nigga, eat a dick up.

(laughter echoed)

I've changed...
You mothafuckas kill me
I've changed...


It ain't that i've changed
But it's strange how you mothafuckas rearrange
When i found fame
Point ya finger at tha bad guy


You know what my momma usta tell me
If ya can't find something ta live 4


Then you best, find something ta die 4


(eazy saying 'if there's hell below, we're all gonna go'--this is all through out tha interlude)


Deep deep


La'tasha hardings
Remember that name...
Cause a bottle of juice...
Ain't something 2 die 4


Young quaid
Remember that name...
Cause all you mothafuckas
That go to your grave with that name on your brain
Cause jelousy and recklousness
Is not, something 2 die 4


All you niggas out there
(echoed laughter)
Got a crack that crumbles
When i say all you niggas (all you niggas)
Unite
One nigga, teach 2 niggas
4 niggas teach more niggas
All tha poor niggas
Tha penn niggas
Tha rich niggas
Tha strong niggas
Unite

There's more of us than there is of them
Look around...
Check your strip

Deep deep

That's something 2 die 4

Black

That's something 2 live 4

What do i know?

Little something for my god son elija and a little girl named koreem

Some say tha blacker tha berry
Tha sweeter tha juice
I say, tha darker tha flesh and tha deeper tha roots
I give a hollar to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, but don't nobody else care
I know they like ta beat ya down a lot
And when ya come around tha block brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry ya eyes
Never let up
Forgive but don't forget girl keep ya head up
And when he tells you you ain't nothin
Don't believe him
And if he can't learn ta love ya, you should leave him
Cuz sister you don't need him
I ain't tryin ta gash up, but i just callem how i see 'em
Ya know what makes me unhappy
When brothers make babies
And leave a young mother ta be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman
And out game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women
Do we hate our women ?
I think it's time ta kill for our women
Time ta heal our women
Be real to our women
And if we don't
We'll have a race of babies
That hate tha ladies that make tha babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right ta tell a woman when and where ta create one
So will tha real men get up
I know your fed up ladies
But keep ya head up



Chorus
Eeewww child things are gonna get easier
Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter


Eeewww child things are gonna get easier
Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter


I remember marvin gay, usta sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing ta be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tuff
I thought we had it rough, we always had enough
I often huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke tha rules
Ran with tha local crew and had a smoke or two
And realize momma really paid tha price
She nearly gave her life, ta raise me right
And all i had ta give her was my pipe dreams
Of how i'd rock tha mic and make it to tha big screen
I'm tryin ta make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard ta be legit and still pay tha rent
And in tha end it seems i'm headin for tha penn
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in tha wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take tha man in me
Ta conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain will never let up
I try ta keep my head up and still keep from getting wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed tha poor
Sad there ain't no hope for tha youth and tha truth is
There ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant ta survive, cause it's a setup
And even though ya fed up
Ya got ta keep ya head up