Rappin’ 4-Tay, 2Pac - Playaz Dedication lyrics

A yo Pac, you work, you gave a
Lot of love back to uh
Some Bay Area artists like E-40, 4 Tay
(yup) , you know, Dru Down
And the whole crew
Talk about what made you decide
To work with them

Because I can't always be in the Bay
And I know how the Bay is
The Bay is tight people, man
If you ain't there, they gone talk about you
So I want them to know, I
Love you, I feel you
I'm representing for you
So I know I got a certain
Amount of acclaim and everything
So I bring the Bay with me, and 4 Tay
He always been raw to me
And I like his style, when I was in jail
I used to listen to his stuff
So when I got out, we clicked
We did the song now he in jail
Now I got to do what he did for me
When I was in jail
He used to send out shout outs
And say how he support me and everything
Now I support 4 Tay
Everybody pray for him and send letters
I hope the brother get out of jail soon
As possible and get back to his shit
Because you know it's a struggle
For every young black man
4 Tay, you know how it is, only God can judge

I ain't trying to make you
Feel all down and bitter this is for my dog
About to pour me out a little liquor
Could of swam in the tears shedded in the Bay
Try to hold it in
Couldn't help but cry all day
I'm stressing, please with my rap
Hopefully it's working
Because when your folks leave
This earth, man, that shit be hurting
Emotional traumas
Enough to make you lose your ground
No matter what happen
Just represent and put it down
I feel I owe this to the
Real g's across the nation not just the RIP
A player's type of dedication
What's rap without the game, gangsters
And villains my fears of this calls me on
Got to make a killing
Because my voices is saying things that
I ain't ever heard of
And just because of that
A nigga wants to plot a murder?
But I got something for them suckers
Who intend to rush me
Part two, and only God can judge me

From the ghetto to the pen
Can you comprehend?
And all the real players, pour out some Hen
This my dedication to a million soldiers
May you rest in peace
This coming from the Forte
From the ghetto to the pen
Can you comprehend?
And all the real players, pour out some Hen
This my dedication, my nigga 2Pac
And you can best believe -
That it won't stop, uh

You should've known that I'd be coming back
Especially after
All the drama that done happened
Got to holler at you
Coolio hot and the Together
Brothers kicked the game
But things done got so out of
Hand that we can't even sing
This ain't a sad song
Man this some real shit
Go to clubs and chop up game
Who pump that rough shit?
Wish I could bring you all back
From heaven but I can't
Sometimes I reminisce and down a
Whole fifth of drink
But the least I could do is
Stay on the hit list
Despite the controversy
Put it down and shift the gift
Life goes on just like a show goes on
The player haters roll on
But man we oh so strong
Wish I could bring you back through the time
So we could spit some rhymes
And show them busters how players recline
So took the deepest feelings in the heart
And when the drama starts
Just ask yourself who was down
From the very start

Things just ain't the way they used to be
It seems the more money you stack
The more retracted enemies
First round draft pick, millions for baskets
Jealousy and envy results to
Nothing but caskets
And it's a cold thing for a black man
He clocking more than you clock
So you let that 9' rain?
True enough there's a lot of
Drama in a ghetto story and a lot of tears
But that comes with the territory
That's why you got to keep
The game on the shelf and by all means
Look out for your legitimate work
So let me put you up on the scoop
Because suckers like to swoop
Before you know it you got
Caught up in the pimping
And ain't nothing you can do to pay the price
Like innocent people I know with 25 to life
It's got me caught up, stuck
Trapped in a corner
But it's Westside for life
I'm representing California

And anybody who lost a loved one
Rappin' 4 Tay and Rag Top
We too willing not to feel you
May you rest in peace my dedication