Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Uppercut, artist - 2Pac.
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
The Uppercut |
I wanted to bring back that reality |
But nobody can ever be confused and think I’m fuckin Mike Tyson |
And I’m the heavyweight champion, I’m a little nigga |
That’s why its so raw to just watch me battle lions |
'Cause I’m a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size |
Watch this uppercut, here it comes. |
Watch the jab nigga… ugh…here it come |
Look out, watch my arms. |
Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a piece |
Comin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can’t believe |
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze |
I’m all over that nigga, come identify the body |
My middle finger to you ho niggas |
Run up on me and I’ll be forced to let it go nigga |
I ain’t the one you wanna try, why? |
I stayin' high |
I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die |
Who’s runnin' these streets? |
I said that cocaine |
'Cause in the dope game, niggas’ll die 'fore they go broke mane |
Another hustler makin' major cash |
'Til the punk police come an raid ya ass |
Now you stressed doin' fed time |
And its a bitch 'cause the judge gave you eight years |
You doin 6 and we know that you can’t hang |
You a trick rolled over, turned snitch like a biatch |
Now you know you should have ducked nigga |
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what’s up? |
nigga! |
Now you know you should have ducked nigga |
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what’s up? |
nigga! |
They got a nigga in the dice game |
I’m feelin' lucky but the nigga just a little bigger |
He tryin' fuck me out my cash, I’ma blast nigga |
He don’t know I gotta tell ya like the last nigga |
Gotta go, no need to run for the trunk, I get 'em up |
Left to right, my uppercut’ll hit 'em up |
I’m known to walk the streets on any block |
I love my niggas, but I ain’t puttin' down my Glock |
The gunshots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga |
I’ma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha) |
Lay it down just to prove it |
And fuck the rappin' motherfucker we can do this |
Now you know you should have ducked nigga |
Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, fucked, so what’s up? |
nigga! |
Now you know you should have ducked nigga |
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what’s up? |
nigga! |
They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants |
This revolution won’t be televised, we keep it silent |
Roll on our enemies, beat 'em at they own game |
Molotov cocktails, releasing up in flames |
Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back |
Lookin' through my rearview, thinkin' 'bout the payback |
Wanna see my kids grow don’t know if I’ma make it though |
One more nigga came up short in the ghetto |
Society lied to me so I’m strapped with the metal |
Push ya middle fingers up nigga if you a rebel |
Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let 'em |
I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget 'em |
I done made so many mistakes but still I don’t regret 'em |
I’m a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend |
I’m a product of the block, the fiends and the felons |
We all lost souls tryna find our way to heaven |
Now you know you should have ducked nigga |
Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, fucked, so what’s up? |
nigga! |
Now you know you should have ducked nigga |
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what’s up? |
nigga! |
To all the comrades no longer with us, see you when we get there |
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut |
'Til we get up there with y’all, YOU KNOW! |
Thug Life we still livin' it |
Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let’s go! |