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Soulja's Story
Performed by: 2Pac
Album: 2Pacalypse Now
Track #: 3
[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
coolen in the pen, where the goods kept
now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps
a soulja
[Chorus]
Buck, buck, pigs get fucked, don't step to this
Quiet has kept them blessed, on a quest with a death wish
Tell 'em they come and test, and the rest, nigga gets hectic
Here's the anorexic, I'm making it to an exit
Walkin' through the streets on the black tip
Packed with several gats, cause I'm also payin' back shit
Niggas don't wanna try me, brotha you'll get shot down
Now I'm kick'en the block, cause my bigger brothers locked down
I'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down
Other cops see me on the block, and they jock now
That's what I call a kingpin
Send my brotha what he needs is some weed up to season
Tell 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 wear'en double vest, so aim at my fuckin chest
I'll be makin' straight dome calls
Touch the button on the wall, you'll be picken up your own balls
I can still hear my mother shout,
"Hit the pig nigga
Break your bigga brother out"
I got a message for the warden
I'm comin' for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gorden
We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes ya'll
A crazy motherfucka makin' death calls
Just bring me my brother and we leavin
For every minute you stall, one ya'll 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
Tha screams never left my mouth
My brother caught a bullet too
I think he gonna pull through, he deserve to
Tha 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
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