เนื้อเพลง The Uppercut - 2Pac

pac talking:
"i wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody can ever be confused and think
I'm f*ckin Mike Tyson and im a heavyweight champion, im a little n*gga, thats
why its so raw to just watch me just battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny
n*gga battlin' n*ggas three times my size"

watch this uppercut, here it come... watch the jab n*gga.. ugh

here it come, look out, watch my arms

Verse 1 - 2pac

Lets see so many motherf*ckers wanna take a piece
comin' equipped with some sh*t n*ggas just cant believe
i pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee
i'm all over that n*gga, come identify the body
my middle finger to you hoe n*ggas
run up on me, and ill be forced to let it go n*gga
i aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin high
i hit the blunt an watch these motherf*ckers die
whose runnin the streets i sell that c*caine
cause in the the dope game, n*ggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come raid your ass
now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a b*tch
cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6
and we know that you can't hang, you a trick
rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh

Chorus (x1)
now you know you shoulda ducked n*gga
gotchu fallin from The Uppercut, f*cked, so whats up n*gga

now you know you shoulda ducked n*gga
gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so whats up n*gga

Verse 2 - 2pac

They got a n*gga in the dice game, i'm feelin' lucky
but the n*gga's just a little bigger, he tryna f*ck me
out my cash, imma blast n*gga, he don't know
i gotta tell ya like the last n*gga, gotta go
No need to run for the trunk, i get em' up
left or right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)
i'm known to walk the streets on any block
i love my n*ggas, but i aint puttin down my glock
the gun shots rang when i lose n*gga, and ooh n*gga
imma show you not to ever play a true n*gga (haha)
lay it down just to prove it
and f*ck the rappin motherf*cker we can do this

Chorus (x1)

Verse 3 - Outlawz (EDI & Young Noble)

They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants
this revolution wont be televised, we keep it silent (shh)
roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
molotov cocktails, releasing up in flames
tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back
lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
wanna see my kids grow dont know if imma make it though
one more n*gga came up short in the ghetto
society lied to me so im strapped with the metal
push ya middle finger up n*gga if you a rebel
have ya face down goin in ya pockets if ya let em
i done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em
i done made so many mistakes but still i dont regret em
im a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
im a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons
we all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven

Chorus (x1)

Edi talking:
"to all the comrads no longer with us, see you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut
'til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!..Thug Life we still livin it outlaw for life, in the name of the don