2Pac — Holler If Ya Hear Me Demo Version

[Intro: 2Pac] Holler if ya hear me Yeah, it’s on Muthafucking Live Squad in the house We gonna set this shit off for these old square ass punk muthafuckers It’s on, it’s on, it’s on Holla if ya hear me [Verse 1: 2Pac] I got a nine thang ready to go BANG BANG! On the first crooked cop that even comes near me I beg your pardon, call the guards in, Chief Gates Can’t wait to see your face, better move to another state BOOM BOOM, a ballistic slug, we realistic The 12 gauge will leave you twisted The government is getting shadier And therefore, niggas get crazier Huh, and 5-0 can’t fade the havenots Shoulda learned when them OGs trashed Watts Move on, move on, move on Still wicked, love to kick it, get my groove on And you can say no to drugs, but you can’t say no to the thugs with slugs Tell the president it’s evident he's lost Wouldn’t know a gangbanger from a fucking horse Rather read The Source, flip through Rap Pages Black pages, speaking on black rages We don’t even know the scoop And the truth is the troops can’t hold the youth Send em down with they tanks and AK-47s, what the fuck you niggas drinking? Now tell me what you’re thinking? You can roll through the hood and not get a spankin’ Niggas got they strap on When they pop a cap it ain’t never black on black They watching where they shoot, and they careful where they loot Check the field and you'll find proof Black business staying 'til the end Fooled a nigga one time, won’t work again Let's get along with the Mexicans And we can all have peace on the sets again And I love it when they fear me If I’m spittin’ to you clearly Nigga, holla if ya hear me [Chorus] Holla if ya hear me Yeah, nigga, holla if ya hear me Holla if ya hear me, yo [Verse 2: 2Pac] To the preacher in the pulpit peep it If you’re gonna preach about "turn the other cheek" you can keep it In ’92 niggas don’t need it They beating brothers in the streets and you’re talkin’ bout peace Now ain’t that some fly shit Just sit, be quiet, wait to die quick Listen to y’all, we lost Malcolm and Hampton Instead of an army we was marching and chanting; “We shall overcome” But we can’t do shit with a rock and a stick Niggas better learn to shoot a fucking gun And I’ve done heard enough of The racist bitch ass judge and the white trucker He shoulda kept his mouth on shut Wanted to kick dust 'til some niggas rolled his ass up And when I see the first full moon I’m coming after Koon, watch a nigga go BOOM BOOM! Then I want Briseno Two to the head, now he’s headed out to Reno And stuff Powell in the trunk, let him ride Tie him up, make him watch his friend Wind die Young Guns, niggas better fear me Mothafuck the cops You’re best to holla if ya hear me [Interlude: 2Pac] Yeah, holla if you muthafuckin’ hear me It’s on once a-muthafucking-gain Young Guns International All across this muthafuckin’ country Yo Maj, spark that shit [Verse 3: Majesty] It’s a miracle, I was born to amaze Put 'em in a daze, in the morgue is where I’ll make em stay Undeniable kid I’m coming through with authority Ever since I was a tot I was disorderly Puff a blunt, roll a clip, make dough Grab a ho, fuck movin' slow Gotta do it quick, then she gotta go The thuggadon, the kingpin, your Majesty, nigga Springfield, Young Guns causing tragedy, nigga We got him in a smash, for his life he just begged But I chopped him up and sent his mama his legs Black mafia, uh, disorganized crime That's how it is when I roll, if you don’t know the time Impact from the blast, breaking down walls A five feet killer with no sense at all Inner city, ain’t it a pity, seems it will never end Then they killed my friend, now to Hell I'm gonna send A lot of motherfuckers, and that’s how it goes 'Til some other chump lucks up and put me down below Yeah, so holla if ya hear me [Interlude: 2Pac] Move something, muthafucka Yeah, Maj, spit on that nigga, man, shoot that nigga Stretch, drop the bomb, Stretch, drop the bomb Yeah muthafucka, yeah [Verse 4: Stretch] (*coughs*) Goddamn, uh, let a nigga clear my throat Niggas blowing up shit, gotta flow in the smoke So if ya hear me, holla, don’t fear me But when I drop the mic don’t want no groupie niggas near me Rockin' the squad, the big shots is where the marks is What they don’t know is that they fuckin’ with the Heartless Reigning supreme, it’s not a dream, nigga listen When the YGz roll cops start pissing So holla if ya hear me