The Uppercut (Album Version )

I wanted to bring back that reality

Nobody can ever be confused and think I'm f**n Mike Tyson

And I'm the heavyweight champion

I'm a little n**a, thats why its so raw to just watch me battle lions

Cause I'm a little skinny n**a battlin' n**s three times my size

Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab n**a... ugh

Here it come, look out, watch

My arms

Now see so many motherf**kers wanna take a peice

Commin' equipped with some s**t that n**s just cant believe

I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee

I'm all over that n**a, come identify the body

My middle finger to you hoe n**s

Run up on me, and i'll be forced to let it go n**a

I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high

I hit this blunt and watch these motherf**kers die

Whose runnin these streets I said that c**e

Cause in the the dope game, n**s'll die 'fore they go broke mayne

Another hustler makin' major cash

'til the punk police come an raid ya ass

Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a b**h

Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6

And we know that you can't hang, you a trick

Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh

Now you know you shoulda ducked n**a

Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, f**d, so what's up? nigga!

Now you know you shoulda ducked n**a

Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!

They got a n**a in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky

But the n**a just a little bigger, he tryin f**k me

Out my cash, imma blast n**a, he don't know

I gotta tell ya like the last n**a, gotta go

Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up

Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)

I'm known to walk the streets on any block

I love my n**s, but I aint puttin down my glock

The gun shots rang when I lose n**a, and ooh n**a

Imma show you not to ever play a true n**a

Lay it down just to prove it

And f**k the rappin m**r we can do this

Now you know you shoulda ducked n**a

Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, f**d, so what's up? nigga!

Now you know you shoulda ducked n**a

Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!

They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants

This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh)

Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game

Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames

Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back

Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back

Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though

One more n**a came up short in the ghetto

Society lied to me so i'm strapped with the metal

Push ya middle finger up n**a if you a rebel

Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em'

I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em'

I done made so many mistakes but still I dont regret em'

I'm a product of the p**p, the pusher, and the reverend

I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons

We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven

Now you know you shoulda ducked n**a

Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, f**d, so what's up? nigga!

Now you know you shoulda ducked n**a

Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!

[Outro: Edi Talking]

To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there

Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut

'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!

Thug Life we still livin it

Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!