[2Pac]
Holler if ya hear me
Yeah, it's on
Muthaf**ing Live Squad in the house
We gonna set this sh** off for these old square a** punk muthaf**ers
It's on, it's on, it's on
Holla if ya hear me
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I got a nine thing ready to go BANG BANG!
On the first crooked cop that even comes near me
I beg your pardon, call the guards in, Chief Gates
Can't wait to see your face, better move to another state
BOOM BOOM rebelistic slugs are realistic
The 12 gauge will leave you twisted
The government is getting shadier
And therefore, n***as getting crazier
Huh, and 5-0 can't fade the havenotz
Shoulda learned when them OGs trashed Watts
Move on, move on, move on
Still wicked, learned to kick it, get my groove on
And you can say no to d**, but you can't say no to the thugs with slugs
Tell the president it's evident he's lost
Wouldn't know a g**ner from a f**ing horse!
Rather read the Source, flip through rap pages, black pages, speaking on black rages
We don't even know the scoop, and the truth is the troops can't hold the youth
Send em down with they tanks and AK-47s, what the f** you n***as drinking?
Now tell me what you're thinking?
You can roll through the hood and not get a spankin'
n***as got they strap on
When they pop a cap it ain't never black on black
They watching where they shoot, and they careful where they loot
Check the fields and you'll find proof
Black business staying 'til the end
Fooled a n***a one time won't work again
Let's get along with the Mexicans, and we can all have peace on the sets again
And I love it when they fear me
If I'm spittin' to you clearly
n***a holla if ya hear me
Holla if ya hear me
Yeah, n***a holla if ya hear me
Holla if ya hear me, yo
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
To the preacher in the pulpit peep it
If you're gonna preach about "turn the other cheek" you can keep it
In '92 n***as don't need it
They beating brothers in the streets and you're talkin' bout peace
Now ain't that some fly sh**
Just sit, be quiet, wait to die quick
Listen to y'all, we lost Malcolm and Hampton
Instead of an army we was marching and chanting;
“We shall overcome”
But we can't do sh** with a rock and a stick
n***as better learn to shoot a f**ing gun
And I've done heard enough from
The racist b**h a** judge and the white trucker
He shoulda kept his mouth on shut
Wanted to kick dust 'til some n***as rolled his a** up
And when I see the first full moon
I'm coming after Koon, watch a n***a go BOOM BOOM!
Then I want Briseno
Two to the head, now he's headed out to Reno
And stuff Powell in the trunk let him ride
Tie him up n***a, watch his friend Wind die
Young Guns, n***as better fear me
Mothaf** the cops
You're best to holla if ya hear me
Yeah, holla if you muthaf**in' hear me
It's on once a-muthaf**ing-gain
Young Guns International
All across this muthaf**in' country
Yo Maj, spark that sh**
[Verse 3: Majesty]
It's a miracle, I was born to amaze
Put 'em in a daze, in the morgue is where I'll make em stay
Undeniable kid I'm coming through
With authority, ever since I was a tot I was disorderly
Puff a blunt, roll a clip, make dough
Grab a ho, but move her slow, gotta do it quick, then she gotta go
We're thuggadon kingpins, your Majesty n***a
Springfield, Young Guns causing tradegy n***a
We got him in a smash, for his life he just begged
But I chopped his a** up and sent his mama his god damn legs
Black mafia, huh, this is organized crime
That's how it is where I'm from, if you don't know the time
Impact from the blast, breaking down walls
A five feet k**er with no sense at all
Inner city, ain't it a pity, seems it will never end
Then they k**ed my friend, now to Hell I'm gonna send
A lot of motherf**ers, and that's how it goes
'Til another n***a puts me down below. Yeah, so holla if ya hear
(gunshots)
Move something muthaf**er
[2Pac]
Yeah, Maj, spit on that n***a man, shoot that n***a
Yo Stretch drop the bomb, yo Stretch drop the bomb
Yeah muthaf**er
[Verse 4: Stretch]
(coughs)
God Damn, uh!
Let a n***a clear my throat
n***as blowing up sh**, gotta flow in the smoke
So if ya hear me, holla, don't fear me
But when I drop the mic don't want no groupie n***as near me
Rockin the squad, the big shots is where the marks is
What they don't know is that they f**in' with the Heartless
Reigning supreme, it's not a dream, n***a listen
When the YGz roll cops start pissing
So holla if ya hear me