Soulja’s Story
The fast life ain’t everything they told ya / Never get much older, following the tracks of a soulja
[2Pac talking over chorus]
They cuttin off welfare
Think they crime is risin now
You got whites killin blacks
Cops killin blacks
And blacks killin blacks
Shit just gonna get worse
They just gonna become souljas
Straight souljas
[Chorus]
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
Crack done took apart of our family tree
My momma’s on the shit, my daddies splitten, mom’s steady blaming me
Is it my fault, just cause I’m a young black male
Cop sweat me as if my destiny is makin’ crack sells
Only 15 and got problems
Cops on my tail, so I bail till I dodge ’em
They finally pull me over and I laugh
Remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass
Now I gotta murder case
You speak of Heaven punk, I never heard of the place
What is it to come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask
Drop the fuckin task, now who’s the jack ass
Keep my shit cocked, cause the cops got a glock too
What the fuck would you do
Drop them or let ’em drop you
I chose droppin’ the cop
I got me a glock, and a glock for the niggas on my block
4 of ’em tried to stab me, I moved out
Sold a pound a weed, made G’s, bought a new house
I’m only 17, I’m the new kid
I got me a crew, bought ’em jewels, and a Uzi
But all good things don’t last
Task came fast, and busted my black ass
Coolin in the pen, where the goods kept
Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps
A soulja
[Chorus]
Buck, buck,niggas get fucked, don’t step to this
Quiet as kept I’m blessed on a quest with a death wish
Tell ’em to come and test, and arrest, nigga it’s hectic
Here’s the anorexic, I’m makin’ it to an exit
Walking through the streets on the black tip
Packed with several gats, cause I’m on some pay ’em back shit
Niggas don’t wanna try me, brother you’ll get shot down
Now I’m king of the block, since my bigger brother’s locked down
I’m hot now, so many punk police have got shot down
Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now
That’s what I call a kingpin
Send my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing
Tellin’ him just be ready set
Pack ya shit up quick; and when I hit, be prepared to jet
Niggas from the block on the boat now
Every single one got a gun, that’ll smoke - pow!
These punks about to get hit by the best
I’m wearin’ double vest... so aim at my fuckin’ chest
I’ll be makin’ straight dome calls
Touch the button on the wall, you’ll be pickin’ up your own balls
I can still hear my mother shout
“Hit the pen nigga; break your bigger brother out”
I got a message for the warden
I’m comin’ for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gordon
We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y’all
A crazy motherfucker making death calls
Just bring me my brother and we leavin’
For every minute you stall, one of y’all bleedin’
They brought my brother in a jiffy
I took a cop, just in case things got tricky
And just as we was walkin’ out
I caught a bullet in the head, the screams never left my mouth
My brother caught a bullet too
I think he gon’ pull through, he deserve to
The fast life ain’t everything they told ya
Never get much older, following the tracks of a soulja
[Chorus]
Straight soulja
1993
All of it