2pac - Violent lyrics

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[2Pac] They claim that I'm violent, just cause I refuse to be silent These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against any oppressor, and this is known as self defense I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic But when the shit gets thick, I'm the one you go and get Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this I'm Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished The underground railroad on an uprise This time the truth's gettin told, heard enough lies I told em fight back, attack on society If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin from Look through our history, America's the violent one Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery This time the payback for evil shit you did to me They call me militant, racist cause I will resist You wanna censor somethin, motherfucker censor this! My words are weapons, and I'm steppin to the silent Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent Chorus: 1st occurance: as written 2nd occurance: add last three lines again 3rd occurance: repeat first five lines twice 4th occurance: repeat first five lines twice 5th occurance: second to fifth line, first to fifth line 6th occurance: emphasis on second line, whole chorus 7th occurance: first three lines only "They claimin that I'm violent" -> Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) "Just because we play what the people want.." "They claimin that I'm violent" -> Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) "Just because we play what the people want.." "They claimin that I'm violent" -> Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) [2Pac] The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID I said, "Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?" He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew (Do you know what time it is? Get out the fucking car, or I'll hurt you!) "Get out the car... or I'lI hurt you" So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete (Ay man.. aiyyo.. ay man just c'mon ?) ("What you doin man?") They tried to frame me They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend My homie panicked ("I'm out") he tried to run (Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop's gun My homie dropped so, I hit the cop I kept swingin, yo, I couldn't stop Before I knew it, I was beatin the cop senseless The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless (? Arrrrggggh, fuck you! Ungggh!) Now I'm against this cop who was racist Given him a taste, of tradin places And all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin this frame up, but I came up Now they claimin that I'm violent Chorus [2Pac] As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-ohh) Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand He shot the cop (damn!) now he's a dead man I said, come on, it's time for us to get away (Let's go, we gotta get the fuck outta here) They called for backup, and they'll be on their way Jumped in the car, and tried to get away quick The car wouldn't start (damn!) we in deep shit So we jumped out (C'mon let's take the cop's car) We drove a little ways thinkin that we got far But I looked up, and all I saw was blue lights If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight I grabed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin ass dropped So here we go, the police against us Dark as dusk, waitin for the guns to bust (What's next man?) What's next, I don't know and I don't care One things fo' sho', tommorrow I won't be here But if I go, I'm takin all these punks with me Pass me a clip G, now come and get me You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent Givin them a reason, (a reason) to claim that I'm violent... Chorus (3) Chorus (4) Chorus (5) Chorus (6) Chorus (7)