2pac (the Don Killuminati), 2pac (me Against The World) - Old School

Details 2pac (the Don Killuminati), 2pac (me Against The World) - Old School

Artist: Makaveli (2Pac)
Album: The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Song: White Man'z World


"You go bustin your fist against a stone wall,
you're not usin your brain. That's what the white man wants you to do.
Look at you! What makes you ashamed of bein black?"

(Nuttin but love for you my sister)
Might even know how hard it is (no doubt)
Bein a woman, a black woman at that? (no doubt)
Shit - in this white man's world
Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin hard on our sisters
we don't be knowin the pain we be causin (in this white man's world)
In this white man's world.. I ain't sayin I'm innocent in all this
I'm just sayin (in this white man's world)
This song is for y'all
For all those times that I messed up or we messed up

[2Pac]
Dear sister, got me twisted up in prison I miss ya
Cryin lookin at my niece's and my newphew's picture
They say don't let this cruel world get ya, kinda suspicious
Swearin one day you might leave me, for somebody that's richer
Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
Readin love letters; late night, locked down and quiet
If brothers don't recieve they mail best believe we riot
Eatin Jack-Mack(?), starin at walls of silence
inside this cage where they captured all my rage and violence
In time I learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
Aplogizies to my TRUE sisters; far from bitches
Help me raise my black nation reperations are due, it's true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born black in this white man's world - and all I heard was

[Chorus - sung]
Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone's blind
And where to go, no matter how far I'll find
To let you know, that you're not alone

[2Pac over Chorus]
Only thing they ever did wrong (YES, YES)
was bein born black, in this white man's world (NO DOUBT)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be PROUD)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man's world
(to have this shit like this, cause ain't NOBODY got it like this)
(All these motherfuckers wanna be like us, they all wanna be like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin doubt)

[2Pac]
Bein born with less I must confess only adds on to the stress
Two gunshots to my homie's head, dyed in his vest
Shot him to death and left him bleedin for his family to see
I pass his casket gently askin, is there heaven for G's?
My homeboy's doin life, his baby momma be stressin
Sheddin tears when her son, finally ask that questions
Where my daddy at? Mama why we live so poor?
Why you cryin? Heard you late night through my bedroom door
Now do you love me mama? Whitey keep on callin me nigga?
Get my weight up with my hate and pay 'em back when I'm bigger
And still thuggin in this jail cell, missin my block
Hearin brothers screamin all night, wishin they'd stop
Proud to be black but why we act like we don't love ourselves
Don't look around busta (you sucka) check yourselves
Know what it MEANS to be black, whether a man or girl
We still strugglin, in this white man's world

[Chorus]

[*megaphone* over Chorus]
We must fight, for brother Mumia
We must fight, for brother Mutulu
And we must fight, for brother (?)
We must fight, for brother Geronimo Pratt
We must fight.. for (?), Zulu, (?)
We must fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man

[2Pac]
So tell me why you -
changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I'd die?
Not gon' cry, why should I care
Like we holdin on to lost love that's no longer there
Can you please help me, God bless me please keep my seeds healthy
Makin all my enemies bleed while my G's wealthy
Hopin they bury me with ammunitions, weed, and shells
Just in case they trip in heaven - ain't no G's hell
Sister sorry for the pain that I caused your heart
I know I'll change if you help me, but don't fall apart
Rest in peace to Latasha, Lil' Yummy, and Kato
Too much for this cold world to take - ended up bein fatal
Every women in America, especially black
Bear with me, can't you see, that we under attack
I never meant to cause drama, to my sister and mama
Hope we make it, to better times, in this white man's world

[Chorus] - 3X

[Dialogue over Chorus]
"You're out of touch with reality!
There are a few of you in a few smoke filled rooms (?) that
the mainstream wound up masses of the people
White and black, red yellow, and, and brown
(?) invulnerable are suffering, in this nation."

[2Pac over Chorus]
Remember that, in this white man's world, they can't stop us
We've been here all this time they ain't took us out
They can never take us out
No matter what they say, about us bein extinct
about us being endangered species, we ain't NEVER gon' leave this
We ain't NEVER gon' walk off this planet, unless Y'ALL choose to
Use your brain, use your brain
It ain't THEM that's killin us it's US that's killin us
It ain't THEM that's knockin us off, it's US that's knockin us off
I'm tellin you better watch it, or be a victim
Be a victim, in this white man's world..
.. born black, in this white man's world, no doubt
And it's dedicated to my motherfuckin teachers
Mutulu Shakur, Geronimo Pratt, Mumia Abu Jamal
Sekou Odinga, all the real O.G.'s, we out

[Malcolm X]
The seal, and the constitution, reflect the thinking
of the founding fathers, that this was, to be a nation
by white people, and for white people. Native americans,
blacks, and all other non-white people, were to be the
burden bearers, for the real citizens of this nation.
Artist: 2Pac
Album: Me Against the World
Song: Old School


Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation
yaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school
That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me?

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba
(repeat 3X)

Nothin like the old school/ain't nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz
LL raisin hell but, that didn't last
Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D
and Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane
when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game
I can't explain how it was, Whodini
had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock
Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

Ain't nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

Nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

Ain't nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's
A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets
I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss
before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember
way back, the weak weed they had
Too many seeds in the trey bag
I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin
with some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin
cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, "Why them niggaz swearin?"
I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall
or takin leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall
Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true
Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

Ain't nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

Nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

Nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

Ain't nuttin like the old school

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba

Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di
Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber
breakdancin to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nuttin like the old school!

(Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end)

It ain't nuttin like the old school
Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school
Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school

...

Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?
Member how fuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND
That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)
I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say
they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb
Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga
Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?
Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?
Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?
(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)
The ice cream truck, member all the mother...
Member the italian icey's yo?
Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down
with the coconut icey's and shit?

I came through the door, said it before
That was the SHIT!