2Pac – Holler if Ya' Hear Me Lyrics

Holler if Ya' Hear Me

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"Holler if Ya' Hear Me." - 2Pac

Friday, 23 October 2026, 03:22 pm

Album: Resurrection (Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture)

Track No: 07

Ah yeah
Uh uh
Holler if ya hear me
Uh
Here we go
Turn it up
Let's start
From block to block
We're snatching hearts
And jacking marks
And the punk police can't fade me
And maybe
We can have peace someday G
But right now I got my mind set up
Looking down the barrel of my nine
Get up
'Cause it's time to make the pay back fat
To my brothers on the block
Better stay strapped black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the old school
Oh no I won't turn the other cheek
In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week
Now we gotta make it smash
Blast
How long will it last
Till the broke get more cash
Until then
Raise up
Tell my young black males
Blaze up
Life's a mess don't stress
Test
I'm giving but be thankful that you're living
Blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen
See ya when I free ya
If not when they shut me in
Once again is there no one else strapped
Keep ya hands on ya gat
Now ya boys watch ya back
'Cause in the alleys of Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess wit the best and the vest couldn't help ya
Scream if ya fell me
See it clearly
Your too near me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Pump ya fists like this
Holler if ya hear me
Pump pump if ya pissed
To the sell outs living it up
One way or another you'll be giving it up
I guess 'cause I'm black boy
I'm supposed to say peace
Sing songs and get capped on
But it's time for a new plan BAM
I'll be swinging like a one man clan
Here we go
Turn it up
Don't stop
To my homies on the block
Getting dropped by cops
I'm still around for ya
Keeping my sound
Underground for ya
And I'ma throw a change up
Quayle live you never bought my name up
Now my homies in the backstreets
The black streets
They fear me when they rolling in the fat jeeps
This ain't just a rap song
A black song
Telling all my brothers
Get they strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustling to the other brothers bubble
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Will I quit, will I quit
They claim that I'm violent
But still I kick
Representing
Never give up on a good thing
Wouldn't stop it if we could
It's a hood thing
And now I'm like a major threat
'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
Bring the noise
To all my boys
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me
Holler if ya hear me
Learn to survive in the nine-tre'
I make crime pay
Others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to make a stand
'Cause nobody else'l give a damn
So we live like caged beasts
Waiting for the day to let the rage free
Still me till they kill me
I love it when they fear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me
Holler if ya hear me

Writer(s): Live Squad, Barrett Strong, Norman Whitfield & 2Pac.

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