[2Pac]
Damn, take a ride, to my block
My block, that´s right! Heh
F´real on my motherfuckin block

[Verse One]
They got a nigga
Sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic fo´ me last year
It appears that I´ve been marked fo´ death, my heartless breath
Tha underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest fo´ever weary, my eyes stay teary
fo´ all tha brothas that are buried in tha cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, I´m gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, tha three strikes law is drastic
And certain death fo´ us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we´re arrested, but open fire
Life in tha pen ain´t fo´ me, cause I´d rather die

But don´t cry through your despair
I wonder if tha Lord still cares, fo´ us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
Tha only time they notice a nigga is when he´s clutchin on a fo´-five
My neighborhood ain´t tha same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy or they sufferin in tha game
And I swear it´s like a trap
But I ain´t given up on tha hood, it´s all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Fo´ever hop cause it don´t stop... on my block

[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes]
Livin life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)

Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still playyyyyy
But on our block we still playyyyyy...

[Verse Two]
Now shit is constantly hot, on my block, it neva fails to be gunshots
Can´t explain a motha´s pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin in hell when will we prevail?
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
In a sense I´m sucidal with this Thug´s Life
Stayin strapped fo´ever trapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I´m starvin, cain´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 fo´ my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray fo´ a betta way

Can´t help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From tha start I felt tha racism cause I´m dark
Couldn´t quit tha bullshit make me represent
Hit tha bar and played tha 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

[Chorus] w/ minor variations

[Verse Three]
And I can´t help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK´s and a´ driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don´t coincide
Brothas cry fo´ 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 tha block exterminatin black life
But I can´t blame the dealers
My mama´s welfare check has brought tha next man chrome wheels
Shit´s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single motha with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin tha hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It´s a man´s world, stayin strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make tha night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin focus... on my block

[Chorus] w/ minor variations

[Verse Four]

And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in tha pen
I send them ends, but it´s tough on a friend, in my mind
I see tha same mothafucka´s ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know tha young niggaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to 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 tha street fame

And what´s strange is everybody knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit tha green just to maintain, feelin pain
Fo´ all the niggaz that I lost to tha game... from my block
[Chorus] w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over

[2Pac - speaking over Chorus]
Rest in peace to all the muh´fucka´s who passed away
From all tha blocks that I´m from
One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?
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, haha, that´s my block too
Oakland, can´t fo´get Oaktown, that´s my block fo´ sho´
And all tha otha blocks around this mothafucka
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y´all niggaz stay kickin up dust
Represent tha motha-fuckin blocks..