Violent 2pac текст и слова песни

[2Pac]

They claim that I'm violent, just cause I refuse to be silent

These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it

Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against

any oppressor, and this is known as self defense

I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic

But when the shit gets thick, I'm the one you go and get

Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see

Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be

In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this

I'm Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished

The underground railroad on an uprise

This time the truth's gettin told, heard enough lies

I told em fight back, attack on society

If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be

If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin from

Look through our history, America's the violent one

Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery

This time the payback for evil shit you did to me

They call me militant, racist cause I will resist

You wanna censor somethin, motherfucker censor this!

My words are weapons, and I'm steppin to the silent

Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent


Chorus: 1st occurance: as written

2nd occurance: add last three lines again

3rd occurance: repeat first five lines twice

4th occurance: repeat first five lines twice

5th occurance: second to fifth line, first to fifth line

6th occurance: emphasis on second line, whole chorus

7th occurance: first three lines only


"They claimin that I'm violent" -> Chuck D (cut and scratched)

"Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched)

"Just because we play what the people want.."

"They claimin that I'm violent" -> Chuck D (cut and scratched)

"Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched)

"Just because we play what the people want.."

"They claimin that I'm violent" -> Chuck D (cut and scratched)

"Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched)


[2Pac]

The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me

Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats

Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID

I said, "Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?"

He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew

(Do you know what time it is?

Get out the fucking car, or I'll hurt you!)

"Get out the car... or I'lI hurt you"

So here I go, I better make my mind up

Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up

I chose B, stepped into the streets

The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat

They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete

(Ay man.. aiyyo.. ay man just c'mon ?)

("What you doin man?") They tried to frame me

They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat

But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend

My homie panicked ("I'm out") he tried to run

(Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop's gun

My homie dropped so, I hit the cop

I kept swingin, yo, I couldn't stop

Before I knew it, I was beatin the cop senseless

The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless

(? Arrrrggggh, fuck you! Ungggh!)

Now I'm against this cop who was racist

Given him a taste, of tradin places

And all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin this

frame up, but I came up

Now they claimin that I'm violent


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[2Pac]

As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-ohh)

Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit

I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand

He shot the cop (damn!) now he's a dead man

I said, come on, it's time for us to get away

(Let's go, we gotta get the fuck outta here)

They called for backup, and they'll be on their way

Jumped in the car, and tried to get away quick

The car wouldn't start (damn!) we in deep shit

So we jumped out (C'mon let's take the cop's car)

We drove a little ways thinkin that we got far

But I looked up, and all I saw was blue lights

If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight

I grabed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin

This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops

You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin ass dropped

So here we go, the police against us

Dark as dusk, waitin for the guns to bust (What's next man?)

What's next, I don't know and I don't care

One things fo' sho', tommorrow I won't be here

But if I go, I'm takin all these punks with me

Pass me a clip G, now come and get me

You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent

Givin them a reason, (a reason) to claim that I'm violent...


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