Holla At Me

Niggas out there jealous 'cause we be bailin' with Death Row.
They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us though.
We be mobbin' through the neigborhood.
Yeah, with that funky sound (so funky),
we be throwin' down.

This goes out to you player. You know, you know who you are.
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me.
So when you see me nigga, you better holla at me.
(Repeat 3x)

Are you confused ?
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes
of a nigga who don't have a thing to lose.
When me and you was homies, no one informed me it was all a scheme.
You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams.
How could you do me like that? I took your family in.
I put some cash in your pocket, made you a man again.
And now you let the fear put your ass in a place
complicated to escape. It's a fools fate.
Without your word you're a shell of a man.
I lost respect for you nigga, we can never be friends.
I know I'm runnin' through your head now.
What could you do? If it was up to you I'd be dead now.
I let the world know nigga, you a coward, you could never be live.
Until you die, see the mother-fuckin' bitch in your eye.
Type of nigga that let the evil of the money trap me.
When you see me nigga, you better holla at me.
Gotta be threat, can't let the evil of the money trap me.
So when you see me nigga, you better holla at me.

(You better beware where you lay, we better not find where you stay.)
So I gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me.
So when you see me nigga, you better holla at me.
(You better beware where you lay, we better not find where you stay.)

Curious, spittin' lyrics on the verge of furious.
I'm addicted to currency, nigga that's why we're doin this.
I got shot up, I surprised the niggas the way I got up,
and then I hit the studio, it's time to blow the block up.
No hesitation, this information got you contemplatin'.
Heart-breakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation.
Break him and let him see the face of a mental patient,
a celebration of my criminal elevation.
Want participation, I want members across the fifty states.
We keep the nation anticipatin' until we break.
Will I be great? Is it my fate to live the life of luxury?
Some niggas bought my tapes, so much jelousy it scares me.
So be prepared, 'cause only the strong survive, life isn't fair.
Probably never knew the way it feels to die,
so you say (you) gon' fuck with me,
I give that ass a try. Nigga, holla at me.

Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me.
So when you see me nigga, you better holla at me.
(You better beware where you lay, we better not find where you stay.)
And now I gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me.
So when you see me nigga, you better holla at me.
(You better beware where you lay, we better not find where you stay.)

I should've saw the signs, I was blinded.
Criminal mind of a young black brother doin' time.
So many brothers framed in this dirty game,
it's a shame. So much pressure on my brain, why she play me?
Secrets in the dark only her and I know.
Now I'm sitting in the state pen doin' time slow.
Guess she made a bad decision that got me livin'
just like an animal, I'm caged up in state prison.
My niggas dissin' cause hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
A cemetary full of mother-fuckers not knowin'.
Picture my prophecy, the cops are attacking me, on top of me.
I'm runnin' from the coppers but never let 'em stop me, 'cause I'm a soulja. 
Ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies of one day getting older.
Niggas is paranoid. Trust: a no no.
Love is a mystery. Fuck the po-po.
Holla at me.

So when you see me nigga, you better holla at me.
(You better beware where you lay, we better not find where you stay)
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me.
So when you see me nigga, you better holla at me.
(You better beware where you lay, we better not find where you stay.)
A nigga gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me.
So when you see me nigga, you better holla at me.
(You better beware where you lay, we better not find where you stay.)

Niggas out there jealous 'cause we be bailin' with Death Row.
They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us though.
We be mobbin' through the neigborhood.
Yeah, with that funky sound (so funky), we be throwin' down.

Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me.
So when you see me nigga, you better holla at me.
(You better beware where you lay, we better not find where you stay.)
(Repeat)




Transcription 1996 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by Tupac Shakur, Bobcat.
Copyright 1996, Death Row Records/Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.