2Pac – My Block (Nitty Remix) Lyrics

My Block (Nitty Remix)

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"My Block (Nitty Remix)." - 2Pac

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 11:44 am

Album: Better Dayz

Track No: 01

They got a **** shedding tears
Reminiscing on my past fears
'Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death
My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest
My life is stressed, and no rest, forever weary
My eyes stay teary
For all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, hot black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worried
Teardrops and closed caskets
The three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire?
Life in the pen ain't for me 'cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares for us **** on welfare
And who cares if we survive?
The only time they notice a **** is when he's clutching on a four-five
My neighborhood ain't the same
'Cause all the little babies gone crazy
Or they suffering in the game
And I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't giving up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, **** give me props
Forever hot 'cause it don't stop on my block
Living life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen (On my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play
Now shit is constantly hot on my block
It never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain when her son drops
Black male living in hell, when will we prevail?
Fearing jail but crack sales got me living well
And the system's suicidal with this thug's life
Staying strapped, forever trapped in this drug life
God help me 'cause I'm starving, can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Misled from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heart broke
From the start, I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit, make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home on my block
Living life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen (On my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play
And I can't help but wonder
Why so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's in a drive-by
Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
'Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone, them crack pipes
All up and down the block, exterminating black life
But I can't blame the dealers
My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit's real, I know you feel my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hanging out, picking up games, sipping cheap liquor
Gaming the hoochies, hoping I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, staying strapped
Fantasies of a **** living phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losing focus on my block
Living life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen (On my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play
And block parties in the projects lasting the way past daylight
A young **** learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send 'em ends, but it's tough on a friend
In my mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin'
Alcohol will make a lazy **** slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young **** understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes
Tryna cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody know my name
Swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a **** change
I hit the green just to maintain, feeling pain
For all the **** that I lost to the game from my block
That's right
Living life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play
(Rest in peace to all the muthafuckas that passed away)
(From all the blocks that I'm from)
(One Twelfth street, Seventh Avenue)
(New York, Uptown, you know what I'm saying?)
(183rd and Walt, my block, that's right)
(122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right)
(Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right)
(In the jungle of Atlantic City, that's my block, that's right)
(Los Angeles, that's my block, too)
(Oakland, can't forget Oaktown)
(That's my block, for sure)
(And all other blocks around this motherfucker)
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all **** stay kicking up dust
Represent the motherfuckin' block

Writer(s): 2Pac, O. Harvey Jr., Frank Nitty Pimentel & Raymond R. Coleman.

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