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2pac 16 On Death Row Against All Odds All About U Ambitionz Az A Ridah Ballad Of A Dead Soulja Better Dayz Black Starry Night (Interlude) Brenda\'s Got A Baby Bury Me A G California Love (Feat. Dr. Dre) Can U Get Away Can\'t C Me Catching Feelins Changes Cradle To The Grave Dear Mama Death Around The Corner Definition Of A Thug Nigga Don\'t Get It Twisted Everything They Owe Fake Ass Bitches Fame Fuck All Y\'all Fuck Em All Fuck Friendz Fuckin Wit The Wrong Nigga Ghetto Star Guess Who\'s Back Happy Home Heartz Of Men Heaven Ain\'t Hard 2 Find Hit Em Up Hit \'Em Up Hold On Be Strong Hold Ya Head Holla At Me Holla If Ya Hear Me How Long Will They Mourn Me? I Ain\'t Mad at Cha I Don\'t Give A Fuck I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Original and Hip-Hop Version) If I Die 2Nite If My Homie Calls Intro Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply) It Ain\'t Easy I\'m Gettin Money Just Like Daddy Keep Ya Head Up Let Them Thangs Go Letter 2 My Unborn Life Goes On Life Of An Outlaw Lil\' Homies Lord Knows Mama\'s Just A Little Girl Me And My Girlfriend Military Minds My Block (Remix) My Closest Roaddogz Never B Peace No More Pain Nothin But Love Nothing To Lose Old School Only Fear Of Death Open Fire Outro Pac\'s Theme (Interlude) Part Time Mutha Point The Finga Pour Out A Little Liquor R U Still Down? (Remember Me) Rebel Of The Underground Redemption Representin \'93 Shit Don\'t Stop Shorty Wanna Be A Thug So Many Tears Something 2 Die 4 (Interlude) Something Wicked Souljah\'s Revenge Soulja\'s Story Stay True Str8 Ballin Street Fame Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Temptations Tha Lunatic The Streetz R Deathrow This Ain\'t Livin This Life I Lead Thug Style Toss It Up Trapped Troublesome \'96 U Don\'t Have 2 Worry Unconditional Love Under Pressure Until the End Of Time RP Remix Violent Whatcha Gonna Do? What\'z Ya # Number When I Get Free II When Thugz Cry When We Ride On Our Enemies Where Do We Go From Here (interlude) White Man\'s World Why U Turn On Me Wonder Why They Call U Words Of Wisdom Young Black Male Young Niggaz

Hold Ya Head lyrics mp3 by 2pac My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island Mumia Atumie, Gerino Pratt, All the political Prisoners San Quiton Yeah One Thug, One Thug How do we keep the music playing One Thug, One Thug I wake up early in the morning My state so Military Suckas Fantasize, Pictures of a Young Brother Buried Was it me, The Weed, Or this life I lead If daytime is for suckas then Tonight we Bleed Out for all that Knowing that this world brings drawbacks Look how this shit bumps Once I deliver these war raps Meet me at the cemetary Dressed in Black Tonight we Follow the dead And those who won\'t be back So if I die To the same for me Shed no tear An Outlaw, thug living in this game, for years Why worry, Hope to god Get me high When I\'m burried Knowing deep inside me Only if yah love Come rush me to the gates of heaven Let me picture for a while How I live for my days, as a child I wonder now How do we outlast, always get cash Stay strong if we all mash Hold Your head [Chorus] How do we keep the music playing How do we get ahead To many young black brothers are dying Living Fast, too fast These felonies be like prophecies Begging me to stop Cuz These lawyers getting money Everytime they knock us Slashing pockets lyrically Suckas fleed when they notice Switched my name to Makaveli Had the rap game closed Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows They froze Now suckas idealize my choosen Blows More money mean litigating More Playa hating Got a cell at the penn for me waiting Is this my fate Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking Me fall back Never That Too much Tequilla drinking We all that Make them understand me Hey I\'ll stay all night out with my Posse Everyone roll with me is family Cuz everybodies 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 [Chorus] How do we keep the music playing How do we get ahead To many young black brothers are dying Living Fast, too fast God bless the child that can hold is own Indeed Enemies Bleed when I hold my chrome Let these words be to 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 Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years Maybe Mama had it all right Rest your head Straight converstion all night Bless the dead To the homies that I usta 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 Hold your head [Chorus]