[2Pac] [bad word]  take a ride, to my block
My block, that's right! Heh
Round my [bad word] way

[Verse One]
They got a [bad word] Sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause [bad word] 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 of stress
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery [bad word] is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto [bad word] 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 niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a [bad word] is when he's clutchin on a four-five
My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and 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

[Verse Two]
Now [bad word] 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 livin in [bad word]  when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And in a sense I'm sucidal with this Thug's Life
Stayin strapped forever trapped in this [bad word] life
God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, 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 heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the [bad word] 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

[Verse Four]
And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
young [bad word] learned to break, right
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 [bad word] ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy [bad word] 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 tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin 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 everybod knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a [bad word] change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game... from my block