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Verse One: 2Pac
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Now up and at em it's on, I was raised to be strong
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And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born
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I came up, out the gutter never changed my style
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Got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild
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And the fame was a plot to try to change me
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And what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came
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Now the whole world is calling me a, killer
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All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real
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All the time I was ballin, never heard my friends callin
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Couldn't stop myself from fallin, I'm all in
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Shit's gettin sleazy, believe me
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Best to take what ya need, but don't be greedy
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Cause in my mind, I see sunshine, I thought
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I didn't have to run, now I'm duckin from the gun yellin, 'One-Time'
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Take your time to feel my record, and if you did
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chill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it
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My young homies stay strong
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I wonder if they'll listen to a nigga when he gone, R U Still Down?
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Chorus: 2Pac
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Raise em up... R U Still Down?
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(repeat 5X)
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Verse Two: 2Pac
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I'm gettin high, so a nigga think he touch the sky
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Turn tough inside, in the rush to die
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Livin life as a Thug time to face the truth
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What's goin on with the wasted youth, please God
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come and save me (save me), had to work with what ya gave me
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And got a nigga goin crazy
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I can't read the signs, I'm blind, but a nigga know
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he need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be
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Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me
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and my niggaz on the streets, man listen
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Cause these ain't the old days
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Ain't no way I'ma bustin my ass and gettin no pay
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It seems I can't find my focus, and homey I ain't paranoid
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I seen the future and it's hopeless
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Lord knows, its hard on a young scrub
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It seems I had less problems when I slung drugs
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But since I'm tryin lace niggaz with the game
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wanna see me locked in chains, tryin to dirty up my name
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And them same motherfuckers that was callin me
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Will be the first to turn their backs, when I'm fallin, see
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I should have seen it from the jump, but now it's clear
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This one nigga got the town in fear, but R U Still Down
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Chorus
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Verse Three: 2Pac
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I wrote this for my critics and my, enemies
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Last year ya used to love me, huh REMEMBER ME
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Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin to get me stuck in the mix
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I'm stayin sharp, got no time for them tricks
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And now they wonder if I'm goin to jail
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Just as well, cause my life on the streets - a living Hell
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And I can't sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy Lord
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Come get me 'fore they hurt me
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Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn't change me
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My daddy left me alone, and so I'm angry
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I never did nothin wrong, my mama told me, "Baby it's on"
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And now I'm hustlin and bustlin bones
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Never said it came easy, I'm makin cheese
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Buyin all the things on TV, and gettin skeezed
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Wish my homeboys could see me now
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Little bad motherfucker runnin wild through the town
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Please tell me, R U Still Down?
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R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 2X)
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R U Still Down, to raise em up?
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R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 3X)
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R U Still Down, to raise em up?
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R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 3X)
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R U Still Down, to raise em up?
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That's right y'all, give them bitches the motherfuckin middle finger
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RAISSSSE em up
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These hoes can't fade me, don't these bitches know we crazy?
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Thug Life, niggaz, be, the sickest
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You feel me? Now get that shit written down
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God damn!
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Took four years and a motherfuckin case for these motherfuckers to feel me
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Ain't that a bitch?
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R U Still motherfucking down?
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Old hoe ass fake ass niggaz
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We out this motherfucker
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R U Still Down (LP Version)
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