representin ’93 lyrics – 2pac

i got a head, but ain’t no screws in it.

roll up and get swoll up.
hold up.
how ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?
i ain’t came a long way to get checked
so give me respect when i get wreck or
get your motha f*ckin chimp check.
once again, it’s your friend outta oakland.
hoping i rock the sh*t to get ya open.
say your looking for some real sh*t.
then catch a funkdified batch.
like that!
oakland’s on the map.
tupac is on the big screen strivin.
gotta love a n*gg* for survivin.
i wear alot of old schools jewels.
look how the fools?. ooohh.
stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer.
but i’ll just buck then bigger motha f*ckas.
turnin men to suckas.
n*gg*s wanna start a little ruckus.
better duck cuz i’ll be poundin them motha f*ckas.
they wanna throw their hands up. thats tight.
hit em wit my eight. never had sh*t left, right.
then hit em wit the uppercut. duck quick.
sh*t outta luck. f*cked and stuck with that rough sh*t.
f*ck a pop song, f*ck a video, f*ck *rs*nio, f*ck the radio.
do you hear me though?
give a holla to my n*gg*s in the pen.
and my murderous partners with their mac 10’s.
i represent the real cuz i’m ill, g.
glock c*cked and then they kill me.
i’m representin’.

i got a head, but ain’t no screws in it.
strictly representin
i got a head, but ain’t no screws in it.

peace to redman, tretch, vin rock, k-g the great one
mary j. blidge, pete rock and sure you’re late son.
heavy d, cl smooth, and queen latifah.
too short, tony toni tone,
and the special motha f*cka, ed lover, the tribe, a tribe called quest, and
jungle brothas. das efx, epmd, and ice cube.
house of pain: funky blunted *ss white dudes.
cypress hill, yeah, they ill n*gg*s.
digital underground: my real n*gg*s.
raw fusion, all in house confusion.
wickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man.
tlc, eric b rockin, then scarface.
stretch, mad k-low, pumpin the scars b*ss.
thoro headz, poonannynans, the click.
mmmm. e-40, the governen and richie rich.
young guns in the house pumpin the flava.
dj ditch for their behavior.
off the head, my freestyle flow.
just a couple of motha f*ckas that i know.
i’m strictly representin

i got a head, but ain’t no screws in it.
yeah stricly representin
1 motha f*cka, 2 motha f*cka, 3 motha f*ckas,
d*mn, who did i forget?

but aint no screws in it
i’m a soulja.
daddy was a soulja.
strong in the struggle.
must contend so it’s on.
raised in a house full of bad motha f*ckas.
mad motha f*ckas.
never had so we grab from the stacked motha f*ckas.
now they know me, the homies.
raised by some crazed *ss well payed og’s.
ah sh*t!
pulled up in a benzy, sn*tch.
the wheel as i peel out. catch a cop’s tail.
rock sh*lls h*t. raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
can i flip it? i may get wicked as i rip it.
huh. to get specific: if the shoe fits, then kick it.
it’s for the gifted. pump your fist if you wit it.
here’s your ticket to see mr. wicked rip sh*t.
now they wanna maime me.
(told ya)
all i wanted to be was a soulja.
bang bang boogy it’s stick up.
quit now n*gg*, eat a d*ck up.
i’m representin

/ 2pac lyrics