2Pac – My Block (Remix)

Very incredible hip hop and rap artiste and songwriter, Tupac Shakur comes back with the official remix of his song “My Block”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 13 on his top charting album project called “Better Dayz” was officially released on 26 November 2002.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.

DOWNLOAD Tupac Shakur My Block (Remix) MP3

LYRICS

Damn, take a ride to my block

My block, that’s right! Hehe

‘Round my motherfuckin’ way

 

They got a nigga sheddin’ tears, reminiscin’ on my past fears

‘Cause shit was hectic for me last year

It appears that I’ve been marked for death, my heartless breast

The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed

And no rest, forever weary; my eyes stay teary

For all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery

Shit is scary, how black-on-black crime legendary

But at times unnecessary, I’m getting worried

Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

And certain death for us ghetto bastards

What can we do when we’re arrested but open fire?

Life in the pen ain’t for me, ’cause I’d rather die

But don’t cry through your despair

I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare

And who cares if we survive? The only time they notice a nigga is when he’s clutchin’ on a four-five

My neighborhood ain’t the same, ’cause all these little babies going crazy and they suffering in the game

And I swear it’s like a trap

But I ain’t given up on the hood, it’s all good when I go back

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Forever hop, ’cause it don’t stop – on my block

 

Living life is but a dream

Hard times is all we seen (on my block)

Every block is kind to me

But on the block we still pray

But on the block we still pray

 

Now shit’s constantly hot on my block

It never fails to be gunshots

Can’t explain a mother’s pain when her son drops

Black males living in Hell; when will we prevail?

Fearing jail, but crack sales got me living well

And in a sense I’m suicidal with this Thug’s Life

Staying strapped, forever trapped in this drug life

God, help me, ’cause I’m starving, can’t get a job

So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard

Can’t sleep, ’cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers

Mislead from childhood where I went astray

‘Til this day I still pray for a better way

Can’t help but feel hopeless and heartbroke

From the start I felt the racism ’cause I’m dark

Couldn’t quit, the bullshit make me represent

Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went

In my heart I felt alone, out here on my own

I close my eyes and picture home – on my block

 

Living life is but a dream

Hard times is all we seen (on my block)

Every block is kind to me

But on the block we still pray

But on the block we still pray

 

And I can’t help but wonder why so many young kids had to die; caught strays from AK’s in a drive-by

Swollen pride and homicide don’t coincide

Brothers cry for broken lives; Mama, come inside!

‘Cause our block is filled with danger

Used to be a close knit community

But now we’re all cold strangers

Time changes us to stone, them crack pipes

All up and down the block, exterminating black life

But I can’t blame the dealers; my mama’s welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels

Shit’s real, I know you feel my tragedy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Hanging out, picking up game, sippin’ cheap liquor

Gaming the hoochies, hoping I can get to sleep with her

It’s a man’s world, staying strapped

Fantasies of a nigga living phat but held back

Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless

Wide eyed and losing focus – on my block

 

Living life is but a dream

Hard times is all we seen (on my block)

Every block is kind to me

But on the block we still pray

But on the block we still pray

 

And block parties in the projects lasting way past daylight

A young nigga learned to break, right?

Used to play fight with my homies, but they stuck in the pen

I send them ends, but it’s tough on a friend

In my mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin’

Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call

I know the young niggas understand this

Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous

I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes

Tryin’ to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime

Can’t explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game

Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame

And what’s strange is everybody know my name

Swear they all know me, and lots of cash make a nigga change

I hit the green just to maintain, feeling pain

For all the niggas that I lost to the game – from my block

 

Living life is but a dream

Hard times is all we seen (on my block)

Every block is kind to me

But on the block we still pray

But on the block we still pray

 

Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed away

From all the blocks that I’m from

112 street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin’?

183rd and Walt, my block – that’s right

122nd and Morningside, my block – that’s right

Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block – that’s right

And the Jungle, Marin City, that’s my block – that’s right

Los Angeles, haha – that’s my block too

Oakland, can’t forget Oaktown – that’s my block for sure

And all the other blocks around this motherfucker

Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago

All y’all niggas stay kickin’ up dust

Represent the motherfuckin’ block