2Pac – Everything They Owe Lyrics

Everything They Owe

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"Everything They Owe." - 2Pac

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 01:28 am

Album: Until the End of Time

Track No: 12

Imagine if we could go back
Actually talk to the mother fuckers that persevered
I mean the first motherfuckers that came in the slave ships
Excuse me, excuse me you know look

We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed
'Cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess
But let's agree on strategy and pick out enemies right
Who stands accused of the abuse my own, kind do right
Pardon, not disregardin' what you thinkin'?
But you musta been the ship
'Cause once I rip your whole shit is sinkin'
Supreme ideology, you claim to hold
Claimin' that we all drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence
In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black talon style, thoughts I throw
It remains in your brain then ofcourse it grows
Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
Picture a life where black babies can survive past five
But we must have hope, quotin' the reverand from the pulpit
Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit
Lace me with words of destruction and I'll explode
But supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow
This ain't bout talkin' bout problems, I bring solutions
Where's the restitution, stipulated through the constitution
You violated, now I'm back to haunt your nights
Listen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed
And in case you don't know, ghetto born black seeds still grow

We comin' back for everythin' you owe

I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
Motherfuckers are runnin' and duckin'
How do you plead Mr. Shakur, how do you plead?
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission wit a bad mentality

How do I plead? Yes sir, how do you plead?
Armed with missiles guns grenades

Shit, you know how I plead come on
Pull out the pin, free I'm comin'
Not guilty on the grounds of insanity it was them or me
Bustin' at my innocent family, say they lookin for kiss

I was home alone, blind to the prelude
Bust in, talkin' about, "Where is the quaaludes?" What you say fool?
Where in the hell is the search warrant?

No feedback is what he uttered
Before he screamed nigga motherfucker
Dropped me to my knees I proceed to bleed
Sufferin' a rain of blows to my hands and knees
Will I survive, is God watchin'?
I grab his gat and bust in self defense, my only option, goddamn
Now they got me goin' to the county jail
And my family can't pay this outrageous bail
Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal
Move me, and my people, to a mansion in brazil
Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends
I'll be stressed and they just, reposessed my Benz
Told the judge it was self defense, he won't listen
So I'm bumpin' this in federal prison, givin everything I owe
I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me

Motherfuckers are runnin' and duckin'
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission wit a bad mentality
Armed with missiles guns grenades
Pull out the pin, free I'm comin'

I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
Motherfuckers are runnin' and duckin'
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission with a bad mentality
Armed with missiles guns grenades
Pull out the pin, free I'm comin'

Writer(s): 2Pac & Johnny Jackson.

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