Holla at Me
I got shot up, I surprised the niggas the way I got up / And then I hit the studio, it’s time to blow the block up
[Nancy Fletcher]
Niggas out there jealous
Cause we be bailin’ with Death Row
They try to playa hate
But they can’t fade us though
We be mobbin’ through
The neighborhood, yeah
With that funky sound (so funky)
We be throwin’ down
[2Pac]
This goes out to you playa
You know
You know who you are
[2Pac]
Gotta be careful
Can’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
You better holla at me
Gotta be careful
Can’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
You better holla at me
Gotta be careful
Can’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
You better holla at me
[2Pac]
Are you confused?
You wonder how it feels
To walk a mile inside the shoes
Of a nigga who don’t have a thing to lose
When me and you was homies
No one informed me
It was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team
And sold a nigga dreams
How could you do me like that?
I took ya family in
I put some cash in ya pocket
Made you a man again
And now you let the fear
Put your ass in a place
Complicated to escape
It’s a fool’s fate
Without your word
You’re a shell of a man
I lost respect for ya, nigga
We can never be friends
I know I’m runnin’ through your head now
What could you do?
If it was up to you
I’d be dead now
I let the world know, nigga
You a coward
Ya could never be live
Until you die
See the motherfuckin’ bitch in your eye
Type of nigga, that let the evil of the money trap me
When ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me (holla at me)
[2Pac]
Gotta be ready
Don’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga
You better holla at me
[Nancy Fletcher]
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
[2Pac]
So I gotta be careful
Can’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga
You better holla at me
[Nancy Fletcher]
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
[2Pac]
Curious, spittin’ lyrics
On the verge of furious
I’m addicted to currency
Nigga that’s why we’re doin’ this
I got shot up
I surprised the niggas the way I got up
And then I hit the studio
It’s time to blow the block up
No hesitation
This information got you contemplatin’
Heartbreakin’ and eliminatin’
With this conversation
Break him and let him see the face
Of a mental patient
A celebration of my criminal elevation
More participation
I want members that call the fifty states
To keep the nation anticipatin’ until we break
Will I be great
Is it my fate?
To live the life of luxury
Some niggas bought my tapes
So much jealousy it scares me
So be prepared
Cause only the strong survive
Life isn’t fair (fair)
Probably never knew the way
It feels to die
So you see come fuck with me
I give that ass a try!!
Nigga, holla at me
[2Pac]
Gotta be careful
Don’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga
You better holla at me
[Nancy Fletcher]
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
[2Pac]
And now I gotta be careful
Can’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga
You better holla at me
[Nancy Fletcher]
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
[2Pac]
I should’ve saw the signs
I was blinded
Criminal minds
Of a young black brotha doin’ time
So many brothas framed
In this dirty game
It’s a shame
So much pressure on my brain
While she blame me
Secrets in the dark
Only her and I know
Now I’m sittin’ in the state pen’
Doin’ time slow
Guess she made a bad decision
That got me livin’
Just like an animal
I’m caged up in state prison
My niggas dissin’ cause
Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn
A cemetery full of motherfuckers not knowin’
Picture my prophecy
I got some attacking me
On top of me
I’m runnin’ from the coppers
But never let ’em stop me
Cause I’m a soldier
Hell, ever since I was a little nigga
Havin’ fantasies of one day getting older
Niggas is paranoid, trust; a no no
Love is a mystery, fuck the po po
Holla at me
[2Pac]
So when ya see me, nigga,
You better holla at me
[Nancy Fletcher]
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
[2Pac]
Gotta be careful
Can’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga
You better holla at me
[Nancy Fletcher]
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
[2Pac]
And nigga gotta be careful
Can’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga
You better holla at me
[Nancy Fletcher]
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
Niggas out there jealous
Cause we be bailin’ with Death Row
They try to playa hate
But they can’t fade us tho’
We be mobbin’ through the neighborhood, yeah
With that funky sound (so funky)
We be throwin’ down
[2Pac]
Gotta be careful
Can’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga
You better holla at me
[Nancy Fletcher]
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
[2Pac]
Gotta be careful
Can’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga
You better holla at me
[Nancy Fletcher]
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay