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My Block (remix) Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

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) 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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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