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  • My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island
    All the penitentiaries
    Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon
    All the political prisoners
    San Quentin, who can save you, all the jail houses
    I'm with you
    Yeah, one thug, one thug
    You're listenin' to the sounds of one, thug
    (How do we keep the music playing?)
    One thug, one thug
    You're listenin' to the sounds of
    (How do we get ahead?)
    I wake up early in the mornin', mindstate so military
    Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried
    Was it me, the **** or this life I lead
    If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed
    Out for all that, knowin' that this world bring drawbacks
    Look how this ****t, bump, once I deliver these raw raps
    Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black
    Tonight we, honor the dead, those who won't be back
    So if I die, do the same for me, shed no tears
    An Outlaw, thug livin' in this game for years
    Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm buried
    Knowin' deep inside only a few love me
    Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a while
    How I lived for my days as a child, I wonder now
    How do we outlast, always get cash
    Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head
    How do we keep the music playing
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    How do we get ahead
    (Hold your head)
    Too many young black brothers are dying
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    Livin' fast, too fast
    Yo, these felonies be like prophecies beggin' me to stop
    'Cause these lawyers gettin' money every time they knock us
    Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice
    Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed
    Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze
    Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows
    And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin'
    Got a cell at the pen for me waitin', is this my fate?
    Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back?
    Never that, too much Tequila drinkin', we all that
    Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse
    Everyone with me is family 'cause everybody's got me
    Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin'
    Got us all meetin' up in prison
    Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood
    Saying, "Please show a playa love", hold ya head, hold it
    How do we keep the music playing
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    How do we get ahead
    (Hold your head)
    Too many young black brothers are dying
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    Livin' fast, too fast
    The **** got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm thinkin'
    God bless the child that can hold his own
    Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome
    Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds
    Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed
    Currency means nothin' 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 'til they capture me
    And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears
    Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years
    Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head
    Tradin' conversation all night, bless the dead
    To my homies that I used to have that no longer roll
    Catch a brother at the crossroads
    Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' time pass
    Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, hold ya head
    How do we keep the music playing
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    How do we get ahead
    (No matter how hard it get, feel me, come on)
    (Hold your head)
    Too many young black brothers are dying
    (Get the ****, drink a drink, read a book)
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    Livin' fast, too fast
    (Watch the stars, get some *****, whatever)
    How do we keep the music playing
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    How do we get ahead
  • My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island
    All the penitentiaries
    Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon
    All the political prisoners
    San Quentin, who can save you, all the jail houses
    I'm with you
    Yeah, one thug, one thug
    You're listenin' to the sounds of one, thug
    (How do we keep the music playing?)
    One thug, one thug
    You're listenin' to the sounds of
    (How do we get ahead?)
    I wake up early in the mornin', mindstate so military
    Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried
    Was it me, the **** or this life I lead
    If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed
    Out for all that, knowin' that this world bring drawbacks
    Look how this ****t, bump, once I deliver these raw raps
    Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black
    Tonight we, honor the dead, those who won't be back
    So if I die, do the same for me, shed no tears
    An Outlaw, thug livin' in this game for years
    Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm buried
    Knowin' deep inside only a few love me
    Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a while
    How I lived for my days as a child, I wonder now
    How do we outlast, always get cash
    Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head
    How do we keep the music playing
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    How do we get ahead
    (Hold your head)
    Too many young black brothers are dying
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    Livin' fast, too fast
    Yo, these felonies be like prophecies beggin' me to stop
    'Cause these lawyers gettin' money every time they knock us
    Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice
    Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed
    Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze
    Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows
    And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin'
    Got a cell at the pen for me waitin', is this my fate?
    Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back?
    Never that, too much Tequila drinkin', we all that
    Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse
    Everyone with me is family 'cause everybody's got me
    Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin'
    Got us all meetin' up in prison
    Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood
    Saying, "Please show a playa love", hold ya head, hold it
    How do we keep the music playing
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    How do we get ahead
    (Hold your head)
    Too many young black brothers are dying
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    Livin' fast, too fast
    The **** got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm thinkin'
    God bless the child that can hold his own
    Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome
    Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds
    Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed
    Currency means nothin' 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 'til they capture me
    And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears
    Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years
    Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head
    Tradin' conversation all night, bless the dead
    To my homies that I used to have that no longer roll
    Catch a brother at the crossroads
    Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' time pass
    Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, hold ya head
    How do we keep the music playing
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    How do we get ahead
    (No matter how hard it get, feel me, come on)
    (Hold your head)
    Too many young black brothers are dying
    (Get the ****, drink a drink, read a book)
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    Livin' fast, too fast
    (Watch the stars, get some *****, whatever)
    How do we keep the music playing
    (Yes, you got to hold ya head)
    How do we get ahead