The Taking lyrics

by

2Pac


(Verse 1): Pac
Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of n*ggas tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm gettin' high off buddha cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
And who me? A n*gga livin' life like a G
In that artillery keepin' n*ggas off of me
I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times, peep
n*ggas after me cause they see I'm stackin' G's and heat
You can holler if you want to, please!!
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew bleed!!
Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone
My f*ckin' game is strong, now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes
To my n*ggas up in Quentin, Down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a n*gga gotta use his styles

(Hook): Pac
Dear Lord, can you hear me? Tell me what to say
To my unborn seed in case I pass away
Will my child get to feel love?
Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs?
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

(Verse 2): Pac
I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It's like they stuck from makin' n*ggas duck from Glocks
And all the time, my mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rollin' my bucket but I bought me a Benz
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucker screamin' like the demon's inside
Will 'em away in the mornin', only the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from all the n*ggas that die
Cemetery full of brothers I buried it's goin' down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild
I came up out this dust with my heartless style

(Hook): Pac
Dear Lord, can you hear me? Tell me what to say
To my unborn seed in case I pass away
Will my child get to feel love?
Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs?
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

[Verse 3]
I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss
Listenin' to Mr. Magic
Cuttin' up the hits And even though I had a habit
Makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab
Remember mama's cookin', no school straight hookin'
And tryin' to get with light skinned cause she good lookin'
And jumpin' over turnstiles cause we ain't payin'
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin'
I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style
These, n*ggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
b*tch-made ass n*ggas don't know my style (scream)
n*ggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
b*tch-made ass n*ggas don't know my style (my n*gga scream)

(Hook): Pac
Dear Lord, can you hear me? Tell me what to say
To my unborn seed in case I pass away
Will my child get to feel love?
Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs?
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

(End-Hook): Pac
n*ggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
b*tch-made ass n*ggas don't know my style
n*ggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the motherf*ckin' cross, but my force was wild
Motherf*ckin' b*tch!

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