2Pac Follow

[2Pac]

Damn, take a ride, to my block

My block, that's right! Heh

F'real on my motherfuckin block

They got a nigga

Sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears

Cause shit was hectic fo' me last year

It appears that I've been marked fo' death, my heartless breath

Tha underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed

And no rest fo'ever weary, my eyes stay teary

fo' all tha brothas that are buried in tha cemetery

Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary

But at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried

Teardrops and closed caskets, tha three strikes law is drastic

And certain death fo' us ghetto bastards

What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Life in tha pen ain't fo' me, cause I'd rather die

But don't cry through your despair

I wonder if tha Lord still cares, fo' us niggaz on welfare

And who cares if we survive

Tha only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a fo'-five

My neighborhood ain't tha same

Cause all these little babies goin crazy or they sufferin in tha game

And I swear it's like a trap

But I ain't given up on tha hood, it's all good when I go back

Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props

Fo'ever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes]

Livin life is but a dream

Hard times is all we see (on my block)

Every block is kinda mean

But on our block we still playyyyyy

But on our block we still playyyyyy...

Now shit is constantly hot, on my block, it neva fails to be gunshots

Can't explain a motha's pain, when her son drops

Black male slippin in hell when will we prevail?

Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well

In a sense I'm sucidal with this Thug's Life

Stayin strapped fo'ever trapped in this drug life

God help me, cause I'm starvin, cain't get a job

So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard

Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Put in work and shed tears fo' my dead peers

Mislead from childhood where I went astray

Till this day I still pray fo' a betta way

Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke

From tha start I felt tha racism cause I'm dark

Couldn't quit tha bullshit make me represent

Hit tha bar and played tha star, everywhere I went

In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own

I close my eyes and picture home... on my block

[Chorus] w/ minor variations

And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die

Caught strays from AK's and a' driveby

Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide

Brothas cry fo' broken lives, mama come inside

Cause our block is filled with danger

Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers

Time changes us to stone them crack pipes

All up and down tha block exterminatin black life

But I can't blame the dealers

My mama's welfare check has brought tha next man chrome wheels

Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy

A single motha with a problem child, daddy free

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Gamin tha hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her

It's a man's world, stayin strapped

Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back

Pipe dreams can make tha night seem hopeless

Wide eyed and losin focus... on my block

[Chorus] w/ minor variations

And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight

A young nigga learned to break night

Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in tha pen

I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind

I see tha same mothafucka's ballin

Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call

I know tha young niggaz understand this

Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous

I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes

Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime

Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game

Gold chains, some extra change, and tha street fame

And what's strange is everybody knows my name, swear they all know me

And lots of cash make a nigga change

I hit tha green just to maintain, feelin pain

Fo' all the niggaz that I lost to tha game... from my block

[Chorus] w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over

[2Pac - speaking over Chorus]

Rest in peace to all the muh'fucka's who passed away

From all tha blocks that I'm from

One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?

183rd and Walt, my block, that's right

122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right

Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right

In the jungle of Atlantic City, that's my block, that's right

Los Angeles, haha, that's my block too

Oakland, can't fo'get Oaktown, that's my block fo' sho'

And all tha otha blocks around this mothafucka

Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago

All y'all niggaz stay kickin up dust

Represent tha motha-fuckin blocks..