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PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Truman Jefferson
Songwriter
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Bobby Byrd
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Jake Carter
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Joe Sayles
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Kevin Scott
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Tupac Amaru Shakur
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Truman Jefferson
Producer
Bob Morse
Mixing Engineer
Darrin Harris
Recording Engineer
Mike Calderon
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
Roll up and get swoll up
Hold up
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin' dunkin' donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or
Get your motherfuckers chimp check
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland
Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open
Say your looking for some real shit
Then catch a funkdified batch
Like that!
Oakland's on the map
Tupac is on the big screen strivin'
Gotta love a nigga for survivin'
I wear a lot of old schools jewels
Look how the fools? Ooh
Stop lookin' at me hard 'cause your buffer
But I'll just buck then bigger motherfuckers
Turnin' men to suckers
Niggas wanna start a little ruckus
Better duck 'cause I'll be poundin' them motherfuckers
They wanna throw their hands up, that's tight
Hit 'em with my eight. Never had shit left, right
Then hit 'em with the uppercut. Duck quick
Shit outta luck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit
Fuck a pop song, fuck a video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla to my niggas in the pen
And my murderous partners with their Mac 10s
I represent the real 'cause I'm ill, G
Glock cocked and then they kill me
I'm representin'
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
Strictly representin'
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J. Blige, Pete Rock and sure you're late son
Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah
Too Short, Tony Toni Tone
And the Special motherfucker, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, and
Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube
House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes
Cypress Hill, yeah, they ill niggas
Digital Underground: my real niggas
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion
Wickeder than most men: Spice1 and Pooh Man
TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass
Thoro Headz, Poonannynans, the Click
Hmm E-40, The Governen and Richie Rich
Young Guns in the house pumpin' the flava
DJ Ditch for their behavior
Off the head, my freestyle flow
Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know
I'm strictly representin'
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
Yeah! Stricly representin'
One motherfucker, two motherfuckers, three motherfuckers
Damn, who did I forget?
But ain't no screws in it
I'm a soldier
Daddy was a soldier
Strong in the struggle
Must contend so it's on
Raised in a house full of bad motherfuckers
Mad motherfuckers
Never had, so we grab from the stacked motherfuckers
Now they know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed ass well paid OG's
Ah, shit!
Pulled up in a Benz, snatch
The wheel as I peel out, catch a cop's tail
Rock shells hit, raise a fist so they know to make a hit
Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it
Huh. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it
It's for the gifted, pump your fist if you with it
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit
Now they wanna maim me (told ya)
All I wanted to be was a soldier
Bang bang boogy it's stick up
Quit now nigga, eat a dick up
I'm representin'
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Truman Darnell Jefferson
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