Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Violent, 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
Violent |
They claim that I’m violent, just cause I refuse to be silent |
These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I’m not buyin it Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against |
any oppressor, and this is known as self defense |
I show no mercy, they claim that I’m the lunatic |
But when the shit gets thick, I’m the one you go and get |
Don’t look confused, the truth is so plain to see |
Cause I’m the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this |
I’m Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished |
The underground railroad on an uprise |
This time the truth’s gettin told, heard enough lies |
I told em fight back, attack on society |
If this is violence, then violent’s what I gotta be If you investigate you’ll find out where it’s comin from |
Look through our history, America’s the violent one |
Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery |
This time the payback for evil shit you did to me They call me militant, racist cause I will resist |
You wanna censor somethin, motherfucker censor this! |
My words are weapons, and I’m steppin to the silent |
Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I’m violent |
Chorus: 1st occurance: as written |
2nd occurance: add last three lines again |
3rd occurance: repeat first five lines twice |
4th occurance: repeat first five lines twice |
5th occurance: second to fifth line, first to fifth line |
6th occurance: emphasis on second line, whole chorus |
7th occurance: first three lines only |
They claimin that I’m violent →Chuck D (cut and scratched) |
Fuck the damn cop! |
(cut and scratched) |
Just because we play what the people want. |
They claimin that I’m violent →Chuck D (cut and scratched) |
Fuck the damn cop! |
(cut and scratched) |
Just because we play what the people want. |
They claimin that I’m violent →Chuck D (cut and scratched) |
Fuck the damn cop! |
(cut and scratched) |
The cops can’t stand me, but they can’t touch me Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats |
Jacked by the police, didn’t have my ID |
I said, Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me? |
He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew |
(Do you know what time it is? |
Get out the fucking car, or I’ll hurt you!) |
Get out the car… or I’lI hurt you |
So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up |
I chose B, stepped into the streets |
The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat |
They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete |
(Ay man. aiyyo. ay man just c’mon ?) |
(What you doin man?)They tried to frame me They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat |
But I’m a rap fiend, not a crack fiend |
My homie panicked (I'm out) he tried to run |
(Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop’s gun |
My homie dropped so, I hit the cop |
I kept swingin, yo, I couldn’t stop |
Before I knew it, I was beatin the cop senseless |
The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless |
(?Arrrrggggh, fuck you! Ungggh!) |
Now I’m against this cop who was racist |
Given him a taste, of tradin places |
And all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin this |
frame up, but I came up Now they claimin that I’m violent |
As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-ohh) |
Then the gun shot, but I wasn’t hit |
I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand |
He shot the cop (damn!) now he’s a dead man |
I said, come on, it’s time for us to get away |
(Let's go, we gotta get the fuck outta here) |
They called for backup, and they’ll be on their way |
Jumped in the car, and tried to get away quick |
The car wouldn’t start (damn!) we in deep shit |
So we jumped out (C'mon let’s take the cop’s car) |
We drove a little ways thinkin that we got far |
But I looked up, and all I saw was blue lights |
If I die tonight, I’m dying in a gunfight |
I grabed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge |
Load em up quick, it’s time for us to spray |
We’ll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons |
And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin |
This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops |
You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin ass dropped |
So here we go, the police against us Dark as dusk, waitin for the guns to bust (What's next man?) |
What’s next, I don’t know and I don’t care |
One things fo’sho', tommorrow I won’t be here |
But if I go, I’m takin all these punks with me Pass me a clip G, now come and get me You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent |
Givin them a reason, (a reason) to claim that I’m violent… |