Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holla At Me, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 12.02.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Holla At Me |
| Niggas out there jealous 'cause we be bailin' with Death Row |
| They try to playa hate, but they can’t fade us though |
| We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah |
| With that funky sound (so funky) |
| We be throwin' down |
| This goes out to you, playa |
| You know, you know who you are |
| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me |
| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me |
| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me |
| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me |
| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me |
| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me |
| Are you confused? |
| You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes |
| Of a nigga who don’t have a thing to lose? |
| When me and you was homies |
| No one informed me it was all a scheme |
| You infiltrated my team and sold a nigga’s dreams |
| How could you do me like that? |
| I took ya family in |
| I put some cash in ya pocket, made you a man again |
| And now you let the fear put your ass in a place |
| Complicated to escape, it’s a fool’s fate |
| Without your word, you’re a shell of a man |
| I lost respect for you, nigga, we can never be friends |
| I know I’m runnin' through your head now |
| What could you do? |
| If it was up to you, I’d be dead now |
| I let the world know, nigga, you a coward |
| You could never be live until you die |
| See the motherfuckin' bitch in your eye |
| Type of nigga, that let the evil of the money trap me |
| When ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me (holla at me) |
| Gotta be ready, can’t let the evil of the money trap me |
| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me |
| You better beware where you lay |
| We better not find where you stay |
| So I gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me |
| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me |
| You better beware where you lay |
| We better not find where you stay |
| Curious, spittin' lyrics on the verge of furious |
| I’m addicted to currency, nigga, that’s why we doin' this |
| I got shot up, I surprised the niggas the way I got up |
| And then I hit the studio, it’s time to blow the block up |
| No hesitation, this information got you contemplatin' |
| Heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation |
| Break him and let him see the face of a mental patient |
| It’s a celebration of my criminal elevation, more participation |
| I want members across the fifty states |
| We keep the nation anticipatin' until we break |
| Will I be great, is it my fate to live the life of luxury? |
| Some niggas bought my tapes, so much jealousy it scares me |
| So be prepared, 'cause only the strong survive, life isn’t fair (fair) |
| Probably never knew the way it feels to die |
| So you see, come fuck with me, I give that ass a try |
| Nigga, holla at me |
| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me |
| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me |
| You better beware where you lay |
| We better not find where you stay |
| And now I gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me |
| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me |
| You better beware where you lay |
| We better not find where you stay |
| I should’ve saw the signs, I was blinded |
| Criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time |
| So many brothas framed in this dirty game |
| It’s a shame, so much pressure on my brain |
| Why she blame me? |
| Secrets in the dark, only her and I know |
| Now I’m sittin' in the state pen', doin' time slow |
| Guess she made a bad decision that got me livin' |
| Just like an animal, I’m caged up in state prison |
| My niggas dissin' 'cause hell hath no fury like a woman scorned |
| A cemetery full of motherfuckers not knowin' |
| Picture my prophecy, I got some attacking me, on top of me |
| I’m runnin' from the coppers, but never let 'em stop me |
| 'Cause I’m a soldier, hell, ever since I was a little nigga |
| Havin' fantasies of one day getting older |
| Niggas is paranoid, trust; |
| a no-no |
| Love is a mystery, fuck the po-po |
| Holla at me |
| So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me |
| You better beware where you lay |
| We better not find where you stay |
| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me |
| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me |
| You better beware where you lay |
| We better not find where you stay |
| A nigga gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me |
| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me |
| You better beware where you lay |
| We better not find where you stay |
| Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin' with Death Row |
| They try to playa hate, but they can’t fade us tho' |
| We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah |
| With that funky sound (so funky) |
| We be throwin' down |
| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me |
| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me |
| You better beware where you lay |
| We better not find where you stay |
| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me |
| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me |
| You better beware where you lay |
| We better not find where you stay |