Artist: 2Pac Album: Unreleased Song: Still I rise Typed: http://shakur.iscool.net [Chorus] 6x '96 big body sittin on chrome [Tupac] Somebody wake me, i'm dreamin', I started as a seed to semen, Swimmin' up stream, Planted in the whoom I scream... On the top was my pops, My momma screamin' stop from a single drop, This is what they got... Not to disrespect my peoples, But my poppa was a loser, Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her... Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me... Stranded on welfare, another broken family, Now what was I to be?.. The product of a seeded passion... Momma got pregant, and poppa got a piece of ass, Look how it begin, Nobody gave a fuck about me, Pistol in my hand, This cruel world could do without me... How can I survive?.. Got me askin' White Jesus: Will a nigga live or die?.. Cause the Lord can't see us in the deep dark clouds of the projects, Ain't no sunshine, No sunny days, and we only play some-times... When everybodys sleep, I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin'... I can live or die, hope I get some money before I'm gone, I'm only 19 out tryin' to hustle on my own... On this block, where everybody and they pops try to slang rocks, Rather go to college, but this is where the game stops... Don't get it wrong, Cause it's always on, from dust til dawn... You can my rocks, cock, show a herion bone, You can ask my mind, he's a mind reader, Keep my .9 heater... All the time this is how we grind, meet up at the cemetary and get smoked out, pass the weed nigga, That Hennessy will get the speed... Everywhere I go nigga holla at me, Keep it real G, and my reply til they kill me, act up if ya feel me... I was born not to make it, but I did, the tripalations of a ghetto kid, Still I Rise... [Chorus] '96 big body sittin on chrome still i rise '96 big body sittin on chrome [Khadafi] I stay sharp as always, runnin' ya bricks with blicks, do ya project always dumpin' crews like jewels, nigga all day... secrect to war prepare me for the worst, I like the lavish full of cabage or a live that's in a hurst... but now my dreams it seems tho', we placin' triple beams and things bro', diamond pinky ring, got the loot poppin' out my jeans... [Hussein Fatal] Dynamicly this doop will twist ya shit ceramicly, able to write a Fatal verse with no profanity... it's on for Al G, Eagle Storm , and Nasty, milk I put a hole in ya crew tryin' to pass me... with no remorse, you get blasted full force, a Nike endorsement doin' shootin's on a horse... worldwide supremecy, all yall remember me, hung over from Hennessy with a menece intenisy... police be clockin' me, so I be dippin' slip and sloppaly, sippin' Bacaby indengert clips on private property... when Fivle be comin', niggas runnin' for they live for freedom, the type to beat 'em, hit ingage and brake, and try to lead 'em... to pit terriours, my clear gettin' scarier, they nots, they shoot at mistacultical areas to bury ya... not me, I burn 'em off the dicks, they just got free, too taz harass my ass and try to have the ave lock... my nigga fell, given the ho essence, county trigga hell... runnin' the fuckin' block and tryin' to duckin' cops, tryin' to get up and bail... [Khadafi] '96 my glocks, my pad shit pansion for blast advancements, no faces for open caskets, peelin' ya cat backwards... you cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice, I send my missles thru ya matress, leavin' holes in ya body like a cactus... while me and my crew be robbin' more greens...