Holler if you hear me original cdq appreciaton thread
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Disgruntled people who bought the projects or just random people who got ahold of the projects and leaked them.
Holla if ya hear me
it's on
motherfuckin' Live Squad in the house
finna set this shit off for these old square ass punk muthafuckaz
it's on, it's on, it's on
Holla if ya hear me
(2Pac: 1st verse)
I got a 9-thang ready to go bang-bang
on the first crooked cop that even comes near me
i beg your pardon, call the guards and see gates
can't wait to see your face better move to another state
Boom-boom rebelistic, slugs are realistic
the 12-guage 'll leave you twisted
the Government is gettin' shadier
and therefore, niggaz gettin' crazier, huh
and 5-0 can't fade the have-nots
shoulda learned when them OG's trashed spots
move on, move on, move on
still wicked like to kick it and get my groove on
and you can say no to drugs, but you can't say no to the thugs with slugs
tell the President it's evident he's lost
wouldn't know a game hanging from a fucking horse
rather leave the source
flip through rap pages, black majors, picking on black rages
we don't even know the scoop
and the truth is the troops can't hold the youth, yup
send 'em down when they tanks in
AK47 what the fuck you niggaz drinking?
now tell me what ya thinking ...
and you can roll through the hood and not get a spanking
niggaz got they strap on
when they pop a cap it another black on black
and watchin way they shoot
and are careful when they loot and take your field and farm proofs
black business stand till the end
proved the nigga one time won't work again
lets get along with the mexicans
and we can all have peace on the sets again, huh
and i love it when they fear me
if i'm spittin' to you clearly
nigga holla if ya hear me
(2pac: 2nd verse)
to the Preacher in the pulpit peep it
if you gonna preach about turn the other cheek you can keep it
in '92 niggaz don't need it
they beatin' brothaz in the street and you talking 'bout peace
now ain't that some fly shit
just sit be quiet wait to die quick
listen to ya'll we lost Malcolm an anthem
instead of an army we was marching and chanting 'we shall over-come'
but we can't do shit with a rock and a stick
niggaz better learn to shoot a fucking gun, huh
and i don't heard of enough of
the racist bitch ass judge and the white trucker
he shoulda kept his mouth on shut
one to kick dust till some niggaz rolled his ass up
and when i see the first full moon
i'm comin' out the room watch a nigga go Boom-boom!
then i won't proceed no
two to the head now he's headed out to Reno
and stop following the trunk let 'em ride
tie 'em up nigga watch ya friend when died
young guns nigga better fear me
mother fuck the cops
ya better holla if ya hear me
it's on
motherfuckin' Live Squad in the house
finna set this shit off for these old square ass punk muthafuckaz
it's on, it's on, it's on
Holla if ya hear me
(2Pac: 1st verse)
I got a 9-thang ready to go bang-bang
on the first crooked cop that even comes near me
i beg your pardon, call the guards and see gates
can't wait to see your face better move to another state
Boom-boom rebelistic, slugs are realistic
the 12-guage 'll leave you twisted
the Government is gettin' shadier
and therefore, niggaz gettin' crazier, huh
and 5-0 can't fade the have-nots
shoulda learned when them OG's trashed spots
move on, move on, move on
still wicked like to kick it and get my groove on
and you can say no to drugs, but you can't say no to the thugs with slugs
tell the President it's evident he's lost
wouldn't know a game hanging from a fucking horse
rather leave the source
flip through rap pages, black majors, picking on black rages
we don't even know the scoop
and the truth is the troops can't hold the youth, yup
send 'em down when they tanks in
AK47 what the fuck you niggaz drinking?
now tell me what ya thinking ...
and you can roll through the hood and not get a spanking
niggaz got they strap on
when they pop a cap it another black on black
and watchin way they shoot
and are careful when they loot and take your field and farm proofs
black business stand till the end
proved the nigga one time won't work again
lets get along with the mexicans
and we can all have peace on the sets again, huh
and i love it when they fear me
if i'm spittin' to you clearly
nigga holla if ya hear me
(2pac: 2nd verse)
to the Preacher in the pulpit peep it
if you gonna preach about turn the other cheek you can keep it
in '92 niggaz don't need it
they beatin' brothaz in the street and you talking 'bout peace
now ain't that some fly shit
just sit be quiet wait to die quick
listen to ya'll we lost Malcolm an anthem
instead of an army we was marching and chanting 'we shall over-come'
but we can't do shit with a rock and a stick
niggaz better learn to shoot a fucking gun, huh
and i don't heard of enough of
the racist bitch ass judge and the white trucker
he shoulda kept his mouth on shut
one to kick dust till some niggaz rolled his ass up
and when i see the first full moon
i'm comin' out the room watch a nigga go Boom-boom!
then i won't proceed no
two to the head now he's headed out to Reno
and stop following the trunk let 'em ride
tie 'em up nigga watch ya friend when died
young guns nigga better fear me
mother fuck the cops
ya better holla if ya hear me
hey what's up guys... don't know if you remember me but i used to post on SH till about a year or so ago... i heard word of some crazy ass leaks going around and i had to come back to check it out... especially when i heard that this track was one of them! i've been waiting on this one to leak in CDQ for years, and all i can say is WOW! although Banky, i don't know about best song ever... but it's dope as hell!
Yeshua, some corrections on those lyrics...
I got a 9-thang ready to go bang-bang
on the first crooked cop that even comes near me
i beg your pardon, call the guards in, Chief Gates
can't wait to see your face better move to another state
Boom-boom rebelistic, slugs are realistic
the 12-guage 'll leave you twisted
the Government is gettin' shadier
and therefore, niggaz gettin' crazier, huh
and 5-0 can't fade the have-nots
shoulda learned when them OG's trashed Watts
move on, move on, move on
still wicked like to kick it and get my groove on
and you can say no to drugs, but you can't say no to the thugs with slugs
tell the President it's evident he's lost
wouldn't know a gangbanger from a fucking horse
rather read The Source
flip through rap pages, black pages, speakin' on black rages
we don't even know the scoop
and the truth is the troops can't hold the youth, yup
send 'em down with they tanks in
AK47 what the fuck you niggaz drinking?
now tell me what ya thinking ...
you can roll through the hood and not get a spanking
niggaz got they strap on
when they pop a cap it ain't never black on black
and watch the way they shoot
and are careful when they loot, check the field and you'll find proof
black business stand till the end
proved the nigga one time won't work again
lets get along with the mexicans
and we can all have peace on the sets again, huh
and i love it when they fear me
if i'm spittin' to you clearly
nigga holla if ya hear me
(2pac: 2nd verse)
to the Preacher in the pulpit peep it
if you gonna preach about turn the other cheek you can keep it
in '92 niggaz don't need it
they beatin' brothaz in the street and you talking 'bout peace
now ain't that some fly shit
just sit be quiet wait to die quick
listen to ya'll we lost Malcolm an anthem
instead of an army we was marching and chanting 'we shall over-come'
but we can't do shit with a rock and a stick
niggaz better learn to shoot a fucking gun, huh
and i done heard of enough of
the racist bitch ass judge and the white trucker
he shoulda kept his mouth on shut
wanted to kick dust till some niggaz rolled his ass up
and when i see the first full moon
i'm comin' after Koon, watch a nigga go Boom-boom!
then i want Briseno
two to the head now he's headed out to Reno
and stuff Powell in the trunk let 'em ride
tie 'em up, make him watch his friend Wind die
young guns nigga better fear me
mother fuck the cops
ya better holla if ya hear me
the names (Koon, Briseno, Powell, Wind) refer to the 4 cops who beat Rodney King, and the song is about the 92 riots in general... anyway, thanks for the link, and all the other crazy leaks, i love em all!!!
Yeshua, some corrections on those lyrics...
I got a 9-thang ready to go bang-bang
on the first crooked cop that even comes near me
i beg your pardon, call the guards in, Chief Gates
can't wait to see your face better move to another state
Boom-boom rebelistic, slugs are realistic
the 12-guage 'll leave you twisted
the Government is gettin' shadier
and therefore, niggaz gettin' crazier, huh
and 5-0 can't fade the have-nots
shoulda learned when them OG's trashed Watts
move on, move on, move on
still wicked like to kick it and get my groove on
and you can say no to drugs, but you can't say no to the thugs with slugs
tell the President it's evident he's lost
wouldn't know a gangbanger from a fucking horse
rather read The Source
flip through rap pages, black pages, speakin' on black rages
we don't even know the scoop
and the truth is the troops can't hold the youth, yup
send 'em down with they tanks in
AK47 what the fuck you niggaz drinking?
now tell me what ya thinking ...
you can roll through the hood and not get a spanking
niggaz got they strap on
when they pop a cap it ain't never black on black
and watch the way they shoot
and are careful when they loot, check the field and you'll find proof
black business stand till the end
proved the nigga one time won't work again
lets get along with the mexicans
and we can all have peace on the sets again, huh
and i love it when they fear me
if i'm spittin' to you clearly
nigga holla if ya hear me
(2pac: 2nd verse)
to the Preacher in the pulpit peep it
if you gonna preach about turn the other cheek you can keep it
in '92 niggaz don't need it
they beatin' brothaz in the street and you talking 'bout peace
now ain't that some fly shit
just sit be quiet wait to die quick
listen to ya'll we lost Malcolm an anthem
instead of an army we was marching and chanting 'we shall over-come'
but we can't do shit with a rock and a stick
niggaz better learn to shoot a fucking gun, huh
and i done heard of enough of
the racist bitch ass judge and the white trucker
he shoulda kept his mouth on shut
wanted to kick dust till some niggaz rolled his ass up
and when i see the first full moon
i'm comin' after Koon, watch a nigga go Boom-boom!
then i want Briseno
two to the head now he's headed out to Reno
and stuff Powell in the trunk let 'em ride
tie 'em up, make him watch his friend Wind die
young guns nigga better fear me
mother fuck the cops
ya better holla if ya hear me
the names (Koon, Briseno, Powell, Wind) refer to the 4 cops who beat Rodney King, and the song is about the 92 riots in general... anyway, thanks for the link, and all the other crazy leaks, i love em all!!!
Kadafi Son
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not much man... livin life... missin the board a lil... so i popped in and it looks like it's fuckin christmas time for Pac fans... couldn't have picked a better time to come back 
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