2Pac – Holla at Me ft Nancy Fletcher

Holla at Me is another wonderful and intriguing record delivered by a highly skilled American rapper, Tupac Shakur featuring Nancy Fletcher.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 17 on his top charting album project called “All Eyez On Me” was officially released on 13 February 1996.

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LYRICS

[Nanci Fletcher (2Pac):]

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 neighborhood, yeah

With that funky sound, so funky

We be throwin’ down

(This goes out to you playa)

(You know, you know who you are)

 

[2Pac:]

Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me

So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me

Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me

So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me

Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me

So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me

 

[2Pac:]

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 nigga’s dreams

How could you do me like that?

I took ya family in

I put some cash in ya pocket, made you a man again

And now you let the fear put your ass in a place

Complicated to escape, it’s a fool’s fate

Without your word you’re a shell of a man

I lost respect for ya, 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

Ya could never be live

Until you die

See the motherfuckin’ bitch in your eye

Type of nigga, that let the evil of the money trap me

When ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me (holla at me)

 

[(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:]

(Gotta be afraid, don’t let the evil of the money trap me)

(So when ya 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 ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

 

[2Pac:]

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’

Heartbreakin’ and eliminatin’ with this conversation

Break him and let him see the face of a mental patient

It’s a celebration of my criminal elevation, more participation

I want members that call the fifty states

To 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 jealousy it scares me

So be prepared, cause only the strong survive

Life isn’t fair (fair)

Probably never knew the way it feels to die

So you see come fuck with me, I give that ass a try!

Nigga, Holla at me

 

[(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:]

(Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me)

(So when ya 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 ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

[2Pac:]

I should’ve saw the signs, I was blinded

Criminal minds of a young black brotha doin’ time

So many brothas framed in this dirty game

It’s a shame, so much pressure on my brain while she blame me

Secrets in the dark, only her and I know

Now I’m sittin’ 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’s scorn

A cemetery full of motherfuckers not knowin’

Picture my prophecy I got some attacking me, on top of me

I’m runnin’ from the coppers, but never let ’em stop me

Cause I’m a soldier

Hell, 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

 

[(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:]

(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 ya 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 ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

 

[Nanci Fletcher:]

Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin’ with Death Row

They try to playa hate, but they can’t fade us tho’

We be mobbin’ through the neighborhood, yeah

With that funky sound (so funky)

We be throwin’ down

 

[(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:]

(Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me)

(So when ya 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 ya see me nigga, you better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay