2pac - Representin' 93 lyrics

I got a head, but ain't no screws in it. Roll up and get swoll up. Hold up. How ya gonna play me like a sunkin' dunkin' donut? I ain't came a long way to get checked So give me respect when I get wreck or get your mothaf**in' chimp Check. Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland. Hoping I rock the sh** to get ya open. Say your looking for some real sh**. Then catch a funkdified batch. Like that! Oakland's on the map. Tupac is on the big screen strivin' Gotta love a n***a for survivin' I wear a lot of old schools j**els. Look how the fools ??, oh. Stop lookin' at me hard 'cause your buffer. But I'll just buck then bigger mothaf**as. Turnin' men to s**as. n***as want to start a little ruckus. Better duck 'cause I'll be poundin' them mothaf**as. They want to throw their hands up. that's tight. Hit 'em with my eight. Never had sh** left, right. Then hit 'em with the uppercut. Duck quick. sh** outta luck. f**ed and stuck with that rough sh**. f** a pop song, f** video, f** Arsenio, f** the radio. Do you hear me though? Give a holla to my n***as in the pen. And my murderous partners with their Mac 10's. I represent the real 'cause I'm ill, G. Glock co*ked and then they k** me. I'm representin'. Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son. Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah. Too Short, Tony Toni Tone, And the Special motha f**a, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, And Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube. House of Pain: f** these ? a** white dudes. Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill n***as. Digital Underground: my real n***as. Raw Fusion, all in house confusion. Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man. TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface. Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin' the scars ba**. Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click. Mm, ?, Richie Rich. Young Guns in the house pumpin' the flava. DJ Ditch for their behavior. Off the head, my freestyle flow. Just a couple of motha f**as that I know. I'm strictly representin 1 motha f**a, 2 motha f**a, 3 motha f**as, Damn, who did I forget? I'm a soulja. Daddy was a soulja. Strong in the struggle. Must contend so it's on. Raised in a house full of bad mothaf**as. Mad mothaf**as. Never had so we grab from the stacked mothaf**as. Now they know me, the homies. Raised by some crazed a** well payed OG's. Ah sh**! Pulled up in a benzy, snatch. The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail. Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit. Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you with it. Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip sh**. Now they want to maime me. (Told ya) All I wanted to be was a soulja. Bang bang boogy it's stick up. Quit now n***a, eat a dick up.