ARTIST(s):        2Pac
SONG TITLE:     My Block-Remix
ALBUM:              Better Dayz
BY:                      2pacWorld.co.uk




Police Dispatcher .. 

He's headed out a window 
The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch 
We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River 
And we have four people parking behind the eastern runway 
(Ugh, take a ride, to my block (my block)) 
OK it looks good, your clear now 
(That's right) 
Go 
(We're on my motherfucking block) 

[Verse 1] 

They got a nigga, shedding tears 
Reminiscing on my past fears 
Cause shit was hectic for me last year 
It appears that I've been marked for death 
My heartless breath 
The underlying cause of my arrest 
My life is stressed 
And no rest, forever weary 
My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery 
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary 
But at times unnecessary 
I'm gettin' worried 
Teardrops and closed caskets 
The three strikes law is drastic 
And certain death for us ghetto bastards 
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire? 
Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die 
But don't cry through your despair 
I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare 
And who cares if we survive? 
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-five 
My neighborhood ain't the same 
Cause all these little babies goin' crazy or they sufferin in the game 
And I swear it's like a trap 
But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back 
Hoes show me love 
Niggaz give me props 
Forever hop, cause it don't stop 
On my block 

[Chorus] 

Maybe life is but a dream 
Hard times is all we've seen 
(On my Block) 
Every block is kinda mean 
But on our block we still plaaayyy 
(My Block) 
(Heh heh heh) 
But on our block we still plaaayyy 

[Verse 2] 

Now shit's constantly hot, on my block 
It never fails to be gunshots 
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops 
Black males living in hell, when will we prevail? 
Fearing jail but crack sales got me livin' well 
In a sense I'm suicidal with this thug's life 
Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life 
God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job 
So I resort to violent robbings, my life is hard 
Can't sleep, cause all the dirt make my heart hurt 
Put in work, and shed tears for my dead peers 
Mislead from childhood where I went astray 
Till this day, I still pray for a better way 
Can't help but feel hopeless and heart broke 
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark 
Couldn't quit, the bullshit make me represent 
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went 
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own 
I close my eyes and picture home 
On my block 

[Chorus] 

Maybe life is but a dream 
Hard times is all we've seen 
(On my Block) 
Every block is kinda mean 
But on our block we still plaaayyy 
(My Block) 
(Heh heh heh) 
But on our block we still plaaayyy 

[Verse 3] 

And I can't help but wonder whhyy 
So many young kids had to die 
Caught strays from AK's in a driveby 
Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide 
Brothers cried for broken lives, mama come inside 
Cause our block is filled with danger 
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all total strangers 
Time changes dust to stone, them crack pipes 
All up and down the block exterminating black life 
But I can't blame the dealers 
My mama's welfare check, just bought the next man chrome wheels 
Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy 
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free 
Hanging out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor 
Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with herrr 
It's a man's world, staying strapped 
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back 
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless 
Wide eyed and losing focus 
On my block 

[Chorus] 

Maybe life is but a dream 
Hard times is all we've seen 
(On my Block) 
(What's up to all the homies?) 
Every block is kinda mean 
(When I first got some pussy was when I got it was at 112th and 7th avenue) 
(On my motherfucking block) 
But on our block we still praaayyy 
But on our block we still praaayyy 

[Verse 4] 

And block parties in the, projects 
Lasting a way past daylight 
A young nigga learned to break night 
Used to play fight, with my homies but they stuck in the pen 
I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend 
In my mind, I see the same motherfuckers ballin 
Alcohol will make the lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call 
I know the young niggaz understand this 
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous 
I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes 
Trying to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime 
Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game 
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame 
And what's strange is everybody knows my name, swear they all know me 
And lots of cash make a nigga change 
I hit the green just to maintain 
Feelin pain 
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game 
From my block 

That's right 

(Maybe life is but a dream) 
(Hard times is all we've seen) 
Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed away 
From all the blocks where I'm from 
(Every block is kinda mean) 
(But on our block we still praaayyy) 
112th st. and 7th ave. in New York uptown 
(But on our block we still praaayyy) 
You know what I'm saying 
(But on our block we still praaayyy) 
183rd and ? 
My Block 
That's right 
(But on our block we still praaayyy) 
127th and ... East Side 
Kent Avenue, Baltimore 
(But on our block we still praaayyy) 
My Block 
That's right 
In the Jungle Marine City 
(But on our block we still praaayyy) 
That's my Block 
That's right 
Los Angeles 
That's my block too 
(But on our block we still praaayyy) 
Oakland 
Can't forget Oaktown 
(But on our block we still praaayyy) 
That's my block for sure 

And all the other blocks around this motherfucker ... 

Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago 
All y'all niggaz stay kicking up dust 
Represent the motherfucking block


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