Blasphemy

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"Tupac, don't front that blasphemy in here!"

My family tree consists of drug dealers,
thugs and killers, strugglin'.
Known to hustle, screaming fuck their feelings.
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this,
"Nigga, get off your ass if you plan to be rich."
There's ten rules to the game but I'll share with you two
Know, niggers gon' hate for whatever you do.
Now rule one, get yo cash on M.O.B.
That's Money Over Bitches, 'cause they breed envy.
Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies.
Keep your enemies close, nigga watch your homies.
It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled
Pictured jewels being handed to an innocent child.
I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules.
Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules.
Now papa ain't around so I gotta recall,
or come to grips with being written on my enemies wall
Promised if I have a seed I'ma guide him right.
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonite.
I got words for my comrades, listen and learn.
Ain't nothing free, give back what you earn, no doubt!
Getting higher then a mother fucker, bless me please.
This thug life will be the death of me.
Come On, and I remember what my papa told me
Remember what my pops told me, blasphemy.

We probably in hell already, Our dumb asses not knowing.
Everybody kissing ass to go to heaven ain't going.
Put my soul on it. I'm fighting devil niggers daily.
Plus the media be crucifying brothers severely.
Tell me I ain't God's son. Nigga, mom no virgin.
We got addicted had to leave the 'burbs,
back in the ghetto doing wild shit.
Looking at the sun don't pay.
Criminal mind all the time, wait for judgement day.
They say Moses split the red sea,
I split the blunt and rolled a fat one. I'm deadly,
Babylon beware. I'm coming for the Pharoah's kids.
Retaliation, making legends off the shit we did.
Still bullshitting, niggas in Jerusalem waiting for signs.
God comin', she just taking her time.
Living by the Nile while the water flow,
I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go.
Brothers getting shot, coming back resurrected.
It's just that raw shit, nigger check it. (It's that raw shit)
I remember what my papa told me.
Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy.

The preacher want me buried. Why? 'Cause I don't hear a liar.
Have you ever seen a crackhead? That's eternal fire.
Why you got these kid's minds thinking that they evil?
While the preacher be a freak and you say kind of Gods people
Should we cry when the po' die? My request
We should cry if they cry when we buried Malcolm X.
Momma tell me, am I wrong? Is God just another cop,
waiting to beat my ass If I don't go pop?
Memories of a pastime, giving up cash to the leaders
knowing damn well they ain't gon' feed us.
In my brain how can you explain? Time release me.
It's hard enough to live now in these times of greed.
They say Jesus is a kind man. Well, he should understand
times in this crime land. My thug nation.
Do what you gotta to do but know you gotta change
Try to find a way to make it out the game.
I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure.
Is heaven just another Door? (I leave this here!)
I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure.
Is heaven just another Door? (And my people say...)


Transcription 1997 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by makaveli.
1996 Death Row/Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.