2Pac & Outlawz – Still I Rise ft Ta’He

Still I Rise is another mind-blowing song created by two legendary American artistes, Tupac Shakur and Outlawz featuring Ta’He.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 02 on his top charting album project called “Still I Rise” was officially released on 21 December 1999.

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LYRICS

[Kastro]

Dear Lord, as we down here, struggle for as long as we know

In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J)

Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go, the only place for us

I know, try to make the best of bad situations

Seems to be my life’s story

Ain’t no glory in pain, a soldier’s story in vain

And can’t nobody live this life for me

It’s a ride y’all, a long hard ride

[2Pac]

Somebody wake me, I’m dreamin’

I started as a seed, the semen

Swimmin’ upstream, planted in the womb while screamin’

On the top was my pops, my mama screamin’ stop

From a single drop, this is what they got

Not to disrespect my peoples, but my papa was a loser

Only plan he had for mama was to fuck her and abuse her

Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me

Stranded on welfare, another broken family

Now what was I to be? A product of this heated passion

Mama got pregnant and papa got a piece of ass

Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me

Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me

How can I survive? Got me askin’ white Jesus

“Will a nigga live or die?” cause the Lord can’t see us

In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain’t no sunshine

No sunny days and we only play sometimes

When everybody’s sleepin’

I open my window, jump to the streets and get to creepin’

I can live or die, hope I get some money ‘fore I’m gone

I’m only 19, I’m tryna hustle on my own

On the spot where everybody and they pops tryna slang rocks

I’d rather go to college, but this is where the game stops

Don’t get it wrong cause it’s always on, from dusk to dawn

You can buy rocks, Glocks or a herringbone

You can ask my man, he’s a mind reader

Keep my 9 heater all the time, this is how we grind

Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out

Pass the weed, nigga! That Hennessey’ll keep me keyed, nigga

Everywhere I go niggas holla at me, “Keep it real, G”

And my reply ’til they kill me: “Act up if you feel me!”

I was born not to make it, but I did

The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise

[Ta’He]

Still I (still I), I rise (I rise), please, give me to the sky (to the sky)

And if (and if), I die (I die), I don’t want you to cry

[Yaki Kadafi]

I stay sharp as always

Runnin’ your bricks with blitz, through your project hallways

Dumpin’ crews like two’s, nigga, all day

Secrets of war prepare me for the worst

A life that’s lavish, full of cabbage or a life that’s in a hearse

But now my dreams, it seems though

Be placin’ triple beams and things, bro

Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin’ out my jeans

[Napoleon]

Now I plan to keep my Glock cocked

If trouble was searchin’ for me, then why not?

Show ’em what I’m made of, plus raised on, on my block

Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street

Thugs snatchin’ bags, we out for power, makin’ cash

It wasn’t fast, it’ll make me mad, I’m just like him

My homie on the corner with his gat tucked in

Youngins, they buckin’ somethin’

The life he lead’s the life he don’t need, don’t we all know?

He tryin’ to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise

[Young Noble]

Dreams of lost hope

I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke

And still I rise, now I float, cowards ghost

Whenever we come around, I’m runnin’ down

Clutchin’ a pound, live as sirens, duckin’ the sound

I used to hustle with my moms ’til the sun came

My homie Harm doin’ time from this drug game

Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw

Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars

Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block

Crackheads only 10 learn to duck cops

[Yaki Kadafi]

In ’96 my Glock’s my plastic, passion for blastin’ bastards

No faces for open caskets, peelin’ your cap backwards

You cowards ain’t prepared for pistol practice

I send my missiles through your mattress

Leavin’ holes in your body like a cactus

While me and my crew be boppin’ more greens than topic

And loot to keep the seams in my motherfuckin’ jeans poppin’

Leavin’ your spleen to pick up

Half of you niggas is softer than a Snicker

Let’s go to war and see who draw quicker

And still I rise, and still I rise…

[Ta’He]

Still I (still I), I rise (I rise), please, give me to the sky (to the sky)

And if (and if), I die (I die), I don’t want you to cry

Still I (still I), I rise (I rise), please, give me to the sky (to the sky)

And if (and if), I die (I die), I don’t want you to cry

Y’all niggas fake, all day everyday

So now I got roller blades, bitch

Thought you knew

Your mouth is rich

C’mon pops, let’s go!