Fatal Tense, 2Pac - How You Gon BanG? lyrics
[Fatal Tense, 2Pac - How You Gon BanG? lyrics]
One time for the house
For the offspring of this rap music
Bangin' DDB and Tense with
The fatal grammatic for the people we die
Let me put you on game
On they system either we ride or we gon die
Make em' pull they alarms
Keep they hands to the sky
Make em' yak that Patron let the Nina reply
Bangin' on ya'll isms for the people we ride
I can't be bothered with
Self-suicide and trap-rhymes
I be on the truth
If it's written down or clapped nines
I be full on line, auto-revo like an uzi
Movin' quick up in the range, like Stic
Just call me "Tookie"
But it don't figure if you
Pop the Smith and Wesson
And you aimin' in the wrong direction
(internalized oppression)
So what ya'll sayin' bout big
Rims and poppin' bottles?
Movin' keys, pimpin' sistas
That shit's really hard to swallow
And what it mean when you
Chase a hollow dream?
BrainWASH on the tv screen
Lookin' "clean" down-a hollow beam
Nadda to say
When this is how you gettin' paid
Little bodies being sprayed by the
Ignorance you have laid word unbornd
Massssssssa got your mind drowned
Brains blown out, buyin' that
The communities behind ya income spent
Not on ya rent but on a dollar sign
All these pop rappers rolling green
I'll tell you why it's not a mystery
It's no context or black history
Chains hang from they necks like
This the 18th century
(but) "with a chest full of chains
And an arm full of watches"
How you gonna bang when we
Ride where the cops is
How you gonna scape when we
Bust where the locks is
Hard to be a man when you
Don't know who ya pops is
They got us locked up
In the body and the wallet
They got us tuned-in
(cuz) they invade the private
And this reefer saying you must acknowledge
Exploitation and bondage
Exactly how-they-started
Corporate takeover then makeover
The people: the target
Pushin' a whitewash campaign
And a samboed out profit
When they sell their falsehoods
It's the people they robbin'
With no hint of a conscious – so buck em
On they system either we ride or we gon die
Make em' pull they alarms
Keep they hands to the sky
Make em' yak that Patron let the Nina reply
Bangin' on ya'll isms for the people we die
On big level, just you know
Just imagine if a corporation
Just sent a representative
And said just go hang and play
With that playgroundand whatever kid is
The coolest or shares the
Ball or lets the most
People play the basketball, we gonna give
Him scholarship you know how many
Thingscause that would bring hope
You know what I'm sayin'? - there's no hope
And there's not gonna be to many
More Christmases without hope, you know
What I'm sayin'? - not to
Make just about Christmas
There's not gonna be too many
More days without hope
For the offspring of this rap music
Bangin' DDB and Tense with
The fatal grammatic for the people we die
Let me put you on game
On they system either we ride or we gon die
Make em' pull they alarms
Keep they hands to the sky
Make em' yak that Patron let the Nina reply
Bangin' on ya'll isms for the people we ride
I can't be bothered with
Self-suicide and trap-rhymes
I be on the truth
If it's written down or clapped nines
I be full on line, auto-revo like an uzi
Movin' quick up in the range, like Stic
Just call me "Tookie"
But it don't figure if you
Pop the Smith and Wesson
And you aimin' in the wrong direction
(internalized oppression)
So what ya'll sayin' bout big
Rims and poppin' bottles?
Movin' keys, pimpin' sistas
That shit's really hard to swallow
And what it mean when you
Chase a hollow dream?
BrainWASH on the tv screen
Lookin' "clean" down-a hollow beam
Nadda to say
When this is how you gettin' paid
Little bodies being sprayed by the
Ignorance you have laid word unbornd
Massssssssa got your mind drowned
Brains blown out, buyin' that
The communities behind ya income spent
Not on ya rent but on a dollar sign
All these pop rappers rolling green
I'll tell you why it's not a mystery
It's no context or black history
Chains hang from they necks like
This the 18th century
(but) "with a chest full of chains
And an arm full of watches"
How you gonna bang when we
Ride where the cops is
How you gonna scape when we
Bust where the locks is
Hard to be a man when you
Don't know who ya pops is
They got us locked up
In the body and the wallet
They got us tuned-in
(cuz) they invade the private
And this reefer saying you must acknowledge
Exploitation and bondage
Exactly how-they-started
Corporate takeover then makeover
The people: the target
Pushin' a whitewash campaign
And a samboed out profit
When they sell their falsehoods
It's the people they robbin'
With no hint of a conscious – so buck em
On they system either we ride or we gon die
Make em' pull they alarms
Keep they hands to the sky
Make em' yak that Patron let the Nina reply
Bangin' on ya'll isms for the people we die
On big level, just you know
Just imagine if a corporation
Just sent a representative
And said just go hang and play
With that playgroundand whatever kid is
The coolest or shares the
Ball or lets the most
People play the basketball, we gonna give
Him scholarship you know how many
Thingscause that would bring hope
You know what I'm sayin'? - there's no hope
And there's not gonna be to many
More Christmases without hope, you know
What I'm sayin'? - not to
Make just about Christmas
There's not gonna be too many
More days without hope