Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soulja's Story, artist - 2Pac. Album song 2Pacalypse Now, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Soulja's Story |
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 |
They cuttin' off welfare… |
They think crime is rising now |
You got whites killing blacks |
Cops killing blacks, and blacks killing blacks |
Shit just gon' get worse |
They just gon' become souljas |
Straight souljas |
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, like me |
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja |
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me |
Crack done took a part of my family tree |
My momma’s on the shit, my daddy split and moms is steady blaming me |
Is it my fault, just cause I’m a young black male? |
Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin' crack sales |
Only fifteen and got problems |
Cops on my tail, so I bail 'til I dodge 'em |
They finally pull me over and I laugh |
«Remember Rodney King?» |
and I blast on his punk ass |
Now I got a murder case… |
You speak of heaven punk? |
I never heard of the place |
Wanted to come up fast, got a Uz' and a black mask |
Ducking fuckin' Task, now who’s the jackass? |
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 |
Momma tried to stab me, I moved out |
Sold a pound a weed, made G’s, bought a new house |
I’m only seventeen, I’m the new king |
Got me a crew, bought 'em jewels, and a Uz'-thing |
But all good things don’t last |
Task came fast, and busted my black ass |
Coolin' in the pen, where the good’s kept |
Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps |
A soulja |
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, like me |
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja |
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me |
Buck, buck — niggas get fucked, don’t step to this |
Quiet as kept I’m blessed on a quest with a death wish |
Tell 'em to come and test, and arrest, nigga it’s hectic |
Here’s the anorexic, I’m makin' it to an exit |
Walking through the streets on the black tip |
Packed with several gats, cause I’m on some pay 'em back shit |
Niggas don’t wanna try me, brother you’ll get shot down |
Now I’m king of the block, since my bigger brother’s locked down |
I’m hot now, so many punk police have got shot down |
Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now |
That’s what I call a kingpin |
Send my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing |
Tellin' 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 wearin' double vest… so aim at my fuckin' chest |
I’ll be makin' straight dome calls |
Touch the button on the wall, you’ll be pickin' up your own balls |
I can still hear my mother shout |
«Hit the pen nigga -- break your bigger brother out» |
I got a message for the warden |
I’m comin' for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gordon |
We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y’all |
A crazy motherfucker making death calls |
Just bring me my brother and we leavin' |
For every minute you stall, one of y’all 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 (BANG!) |
I caught a bullet in the head, the screams never left my mouth |
My brother caught a bullet too |
I think he gon' pull through, he deserve to |
The fast life ain’t everything they told ya |
Never get much older, following the tracks of a soulja |
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 |
Straight soulja, 1993, and forward |