Ian Brown Follow

song and got it down pretty well (written), if you find any problems/suggest me changing any parts to it, please email me at
[email protected] (0:36-0:38, could use help deciphering)

(weap = weapon, vict = victim, double voice = Tupacs voice played twice)

(Tupac)
Dear Momma, I'm caught up in this sickness,
I've got my adversaries,
but slipped an-other-witness.
Wonder if they'll catch me?
Or will this nigga snitch?
Should I shoot his bitch?
Or make a nigga, rich?
Don't wanna commit murder,
but then they got me trapped'.
hope yall' while I'm walkin',
and talkin' behind my back,
I'm kinda schizophrenic,
I'm in this situated,
cuz life's a-wheel-uh for-tune,
It's my chance to spin it,
got no time for cops,
who drift and try to catch me,
too fuckin' trigger happy,
to let them-self get snatched,
me niggas' gettin' jealous (jealous),
tryin' to find my stash, (double voice on stash)
what about the 9? Now I'ma dime up yo ass..(double voice - whole line)

Geeta pick yuh peppa (wtf?),

but I could pick a punk,
snap it like a bitch,
and throw him in the chunk,
to punk that I was bluffin',
but scram nothin mice,
before I take yuh life,
fors wrestlins' with these mice,
I listen to a screammm (scream, echo),
(throw you in the safe)?

mice ,have hardly bounce us,
bring, the rolla's pull me over,
I'm sittin still a pig (?),
rembember that little,.. verb,
he's snitchin from the, friend,
It's trouble on my mind (small echo),
I'm with the old-timas', da fuck? 5-0..."sigh"...

DJ -skolla..

(mafia?)
I want him dead, I want his family dead,
I want his house burnt to the ground,
I want him putablidabltabluta dead.

(Tupac)
Dear Mama -
They sentenced me to death,
Today's my final day,(day!)
I'm countin every breath,
I'm in here cuz I'm dyin',
so much I haven't seen
I know you never dreamed..Your baby would be dead at 16!,
I got beef with sick society that doesn't give a..shit!,
and made you quick to say good-bye tuh me (bye tuh me - echo),
and tell me the preacher's dead for me,
he's a crook, with a book, that muthuh fucka never cared for me..
He's only here to re-sure,
I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitinn' on the poor,
and all these people jugde me...Thank my peers! and in all these years..They ain't neva loved me,..
I neva got to be a man, must be part of some big plan, to keep a nigga in the streets (bitch),
and to my homies out worryin' mutha fuckas', PLEASE STAND CLEAR OF THESE ARIAN MUTHAH FUCKAS!

Cuz when they've got yuh locked up, they got yuh..trapped. You're better off gettin shot, (fuck'n shot-echo-fade)
I'm convinced of the, victs (victims) of the weaps (weapons), please stay strat pack a gat and be - DJ Skolla!

(Dj Skolla) I wish I woulda known while I was out there-
now I'm straight and thank you for that shit...

(NOT IMPORTANT, catch your breath here)
(Illiterate shit).....(Aww Hey com'on man, what the fuck man.. what's the matter? I thought you were a (???????) Now
You don't look so fuckin' tough with a couple a' moo(ies) standin' ova you now do ya? (gunshot)
(person) Aghhhhh you MUTHA FUCKAA'SS - (some bullshit you don't need to say and a gunshot) (mix with illiterate section/GUNSHOT, these 2 sections blend togethe
but isn't part of Tupacs stuff)

(Tupac)
Dear Mamma, these cops don't understand me,
I turned to a life uh crime, cuz I came from-a broken family,
My uncle used to touch me! I never-told you that!
Snare with joo my, juke-I couldn't hold yuh back! (echo)
I kept it in deep inside (In-ide-in ide fade/echo) and execute my anger,
I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger,
but brotha in my cell, is 16'n-well,
It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped and you're lookin' ouut (elongated out)..
I shouldn't of let em catch me,.. instead of livin' sad in jail, I could've died free n' happy (faded echo),
and my cell mates shrieked on the goons (fade), the path around the goons (fade), you can hear it asshole.. (double voice on asshole)
Get you torn, they made me an animal, cayn't sleep, instead of countin' sheep, niggaz countin' cannibals (echo - cannibals),
and that's how it is in the pen..Turn hoes'n'gold, and your soul is your best friend.

My Mamma prayed for me,.. Tell the lord to make way for me, prepair any day for me,
Why(Why?why..faded) cuz when they come for me they make a strugguhluh, till the death (I take the breath from yuh juggula,... but trip,it's an evoltion,
I found my buddy hangin dead from a post.)

~end

Every lyric here belongs to Tupac/his endorsers. R.I.P Tupac.

song and got it down pretty well (written), if you find any problems/suggest me changing any parts to it, please email me at
[email protected] (0:36-0:38, could use help deciphering)