Hold Ya Head Lyrics

My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island
Mumia Atumie, Gerino Pratt,
All the political Prisoners
San Quiton

Yeah
One Thug, One Thug

How do we keep the music playing

One Thug, One Thug

I wake up early in the morning
Mind-state so Military
Suckas Fantasize, Pictures of a
Young Brotha Buried
Was it me, The Weed, Or this life I lead?
If daytime is for suckas then
Tonight we Bleed
Out for all that
Knowing that this world brings drawbacks
Look how they shiva'
Once I deliva' these raw raps
Meet me at the cemetery
Dressed in Black
Tonight we
Honor the dead
Those who won't be back
So if I die
Do the same for me
Shed no tears
An Outlaw, thug living in this game,
for years
Why worry,
Hope to god
Get me high
When I'm burried
Knowing deep inside me
Only a few love me
Don't rush me to the gates of heaven
Let me picture for a while
How I lived from my days, as a child
I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong when we all mash
Hold Your head

[Chorus]

How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living Fast, too fast

Yo, these felonies be like prophecies
Begging me to stop
'cause These lawyers getting money
Everytime they knock us
Slashing pockets lyrically
Suckas flee when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli
Had the rap game closed
Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows
They froze
Now suckas idealize my choosen Blows
Mo' money mean litigatin' mo'
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Playa hatin'
Got a cell at the penn for me waitin'
Is this my fate?
Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking
Me fall back
Neva' That
Too much Tequilla drinking
We all that
Make em' understand me
Hell nah this ain't my posse
Everyone with me is family
'cause everybodies got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision
This life we living
Got us all meeting up in Prison
Last week I got a letter from my road dog
Written in Blood
Saying, "Please show a young playa love"
Hold your head
Hold it

[Chorus]

How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living Fast, too fast

God bless the child that can hold his own
Indeed
Enemies Bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last
to my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation
In this world of greed
Currency means nothing if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy
Take the game from me
I hope for better days
Trouble comes naturally
Running from authorities
Till they capture me
And my AIM is to spread more smiles than tears
Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right
Rest your head
Tradin' converstion all night
Bless the dead
To the homies that I usta have
That no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul
Watching time pass
Through the glass of my drop-top Rolls
Hold your head

[Tupac talking over Chorus]

Ya' got to hold ya head...
No matta' how hard it gets, ya feel me
Come on.

Weed, drink a drink, read a book,
Watch the stars, get some pussy,
Whatever it takes...ya feel me?
YES!