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Inspectah Deck

"Holla at Me"

[Refrain: Nancy Fletcher]
n*ggas 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

[Intro: 2Pac]
This goes out to you, playa
You know, you know who you are

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n*gga, you better holla at me
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n*gga, you better holla at me
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n*gga, you better holla at me

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Are you confused?
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes
Of a n*gga 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 n*gga'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 you, n*gga, 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, n*gga, you a coward
You could never be live until you die
See the motherf*ckin' b*tch in your eye
Type of n*gga, that let the evil of the money trap me
When ya see me, n*gga, you better holla at me (holla at me)

[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]
Gotta be afraid, don’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n*gga, 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, n*gga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay


[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Curious, spittin' lyrics on the verge of furious
I'm addicted to currency, n*gga, that's why we doin' this
I got shot up, I surprised the n*ggas 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 across the fifty states
We keep the nation anticipatin' until we break
Will I be great, is it my fate to live the life of luxury?
Some n*ggas 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 f*ck with me, I give that ass a try
n*gga, holla at me

[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]
Gotta be afraid, don’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n*gga, 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, n*gga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay


[Verse 3: 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
Why 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 n*ggas dissin' 'cause hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn
A cemetery full of motherf*ckers 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 n*gga
Havin' fantasies of one day getting older
n*ggas is paranoid, trust; a no-no
Love is a mystery, f*ck the po-po
Holla at me

[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]
So when you see me, n*gga, 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, n*gga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

A n*gga gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n*gga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

[Refrain: Nanci Fletcher]
n*ggas 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

[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, n*gga, 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, n*gga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay

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