Stretch - Holler If Ya Hear Me (Demo Version) lyrics

[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