Hold Ya Head Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island 

All the penitentiaries 

Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo Pratt 

All the political Prisoners 

San Quinton 

All the jailhouses 

I'm with you 

Yeah 

One Thug, One Thug 

How do we keep the music playing 

One Thug, One Thug 

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I wake up early in the morning 

mind state so military 

Suckas fantasizing 

Pictures of a young brother buried 

Was it me 

The Weed 

Or this life I lead 

If daytime is for suckas then tonight we breathe 

Out for all that 

Knowing that this world brings drawbacks 

Look how they shiver 

Once I deliver these war raps 

Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black 

Tonight we 

Honor the dead, those who won't be back 

So if I die do the same for me 

Shed no tears 

An Outlaw, thug living in this game for years 

Why worry? 

Hope to God 

Get me high when I'm buried 

Knowing deep inside only a few love me 

Don't rush me through the gates of heaven 

Let me picture for a while 

How I lived from my days as a child 

I wonder now 

How do we outlast, always get cash 

Stay strong if we all mash 

Hold Your head 

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How do we keep the music playing 

(You got to hold your head) 

How do we get ahead 

(Hold your head) 

Too many young black brothers are dying 

(You got to hold your head) 

Living fast, too fast 

(hahaha) 

These felonies be like prophecies 

Begging me to stop 

Cause these lawyers getting money every time they knock us 

Snatch they pockets lyrically 

Suckas flee when they notice 

Switched my name to Makaveli 

Had the rap game closed 

Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows, they froze 

Now suckas idolize my chosen blows 

And more money, mean litigating 

More playa hating 

Got a cell at the Penn for me waiting 

Is this my fate? 

Miss me with that misdemeanor thinking 

We fall back 

Never had too much Tequilla drinking 

We all that 

Make them understand me 

You lie to say my posse 

Everyone roll with me is family 

Cause every bodies got me 

Watch me paint a perfect vision 

This life we living 

Got us all meeting up in prison 

Last week I got a letter from my road dog 

Written in blood 

Saying Please show a young playa love 

Hold your head 

Hold it 

How do we keep the music playing 

(You got to hold your head) 

How do we get ahead 

(Hold your head) 

Too many young black brothers are dying 

(You got to hold your head) 

Living fast, too fast 

(hahaha) 

How do we keep the music playing 

(You got to hold your head) 

How do we get ahead 

(C'Mon, Hold your head) 

Too many young black brothers are dying 

(Yes, hold hold your head) 

Living fast, too fast 

(Weed got me thinking in my mind) 

God bless the child that can hold is own 

Indeed 

Enemies bleed when I hold my chrome 

Let these words be the last 

To my unborn seeds 

Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed 

Currency means nothing if you still ain't free 

Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me 

I hope for better days 

Trouble comes naturally 

Running from authorities 

Till they capture me 

And my aim, is to spread more smiles than tears 

Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years 

Maybe mama had it all right 

Rest your head 

Straight conversation all night 

Bless the dead 

To the homies that I used to have 

That no longer roll 

Catch a brother at the crossroads 

Plus, nobody knows my soul 

Watching time pass 

Through the glass of my drop top Rolls 

Hold your head 

How do we keep the music playing 

(You got to hold your head) 

How do we get ahead 

(Hold your head) 

Too many young black brothers are dying 

(You got to hold your head) 

Living fast, too fast 

(hahaha) 

How do we keep the music playing 

(You got to hold your head) 

How do we get ahead 

(No matter how hard it gets, feel me, c'mon) 

(Hold your head) 

Too many young black brothers are dying 

(Smoke some weed, drink a drink, read a book, 

watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever) 

Living fast, too fast 

How do we keep the music playing 

(Yes, you got to hold your head) 

How do we get ahead