(How do we get ahead?)
And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin'
Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed
(No matter how hard it get, feel me, come on)
'Cause these lawyers gettin' money every time they knock us
The weed got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm thinkin'
You're listenin' to the sounds of one, thug
Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows
Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze
Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back?
Never that, too much Tequila drinkin', we all that
How do we keep the music playing
(Hold your head)
Yeah, one thug, one thug
How do we keep the music playing
If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed
Tonight we, honor the dead, those who won't be back
Saying, "Please show a playa love", hold ya head, hold it
How do we keep the music playing
(Hold your head)
(Hold your head)
Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse
You're listenin' to the sounds of
Out for all that, knowin' that this world bring drawbacks
Livin' fast, too fast
How do we get ahead
Look how this shit, bump, once I deliver these raw raps
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood
Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
I wake up early in the mornin', mindstate so military
To my homies that I used to have that no longer roll
Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head
Got a cell at the pen for me waitin', is this my fate?
And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears
An Outlaw, thug livin' in this game for years
Livin' fast, too fast
Too many young black brothers are dying
Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm buried
God bless the child that can hold his own
Too many young black brothers are dying
Livin' fast, too fast
Got us all meetin' up in prison
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
All the political prisoners
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
San Quentin, who can save you, all the jail houses
Currency means nothin' if you still ain't free
Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a while
How do we outlast, always get cash
I'm with you
(Get the weed, drink a drink, read a book)
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
How I lived for my days as a child, I wonder now
Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds
Too many young black brothers are dying
(How do we keep the music playing?)
Yo, these felonies be like prophecies beggin' me to stop
Everyone with me is family 'cause everybody's got me
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin'
So if I die, do the same for me, shed no tears
How do we get ahead
How do we keep the music playing
I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally
Knowin' deep inside only a few love me
Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me
Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice
Tradin' conversation all night, bless the dead
Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried
How do we get ahead
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon
Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome
Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' time pass
(Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever)
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, hold ya head
Was it me, the weed or this life I lead
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
(Yes, you got to hold ya head)
Running from authorities 'til they capture me
Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years
One thug, one thug
Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black
