[repeat softly 2X in the background]   All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja  All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me  All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja  All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me    [audible after 'Pac says the word "welfare"]    ['Pac talking as 'Soulja']  They cuttin off welfare..  They think crime is risin now  You got whites killin blacks,  cops killin blacks, and blacks killin blacks  Shit just gon' get worse  They just gon' become souljas  Straight souljas    [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]    All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja  All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me  All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja  All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me    [2Pac as 'Soulja']  Crack done took a part of my family tree  My mom is on the shit, my daddy's splittin, mom is steady blamin me  Is it my fault, just cause I'm a young black male?  Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin crack sales  Only fifteen and got problems  Cops on my tail, so I bail til I dodge 'em  They finally pull me over and I laugh  "Remember Rodney King?" and I blast on his punk ass  Now I got a murder case..  .. you speak of heaven punk? I never heard of the place  Wanted to come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask  Duckin fuckin 'Task', now who's the jack-ass?  Keep my shit cocked, cause the cops got a glock too  What the fuck would you do - drop them or let 'em drop you?  I chose droppin the cop  I got me a glock, and a glock for the niggaz on my block  Momma tried to stab me, I moved out  Sold a pound a weed, made G's, bought a new house  I'm only seventeen, I'm the new kid  Got me a crew, bought 'em jewels, and a Uz'-thick  But all good things don't last  'Task' came fast, and busted my black ass  Coolin in the pen, where the good's kept  Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps  A soulja    [Chorus]    [2Pac]  Buck, buck - niggaz get fucked, don't step to this  Quiet as kept I'm blessed on a quest with a death wish  Tell 'em to come and test, and arrest, nigga it's hectic  Here's the anorexic, I'm makin it to an exit  Walkin through the streets on the black tip  Packed with several gats, cause I'm on some "pay 'em back" shit  Niggaz don't wanna try me, brother you'll get shot down  Now I'm king of the block, since my bigger brother's locked down  I'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down  Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now  That's what I call a kingpin  Send my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing  Tellin him just be ready set  Pack ya shit up quick; and when I hit, be prepared to jet  Niggaz from the block on the boat now  Every single one got a gun, that'll smoke - pow!  These punks about to get hit by the best  I'm wearin double vest.. so aim at my fuckin chest  I'll be makin straight dome calls  Touch the button on the wall, you'll be pickin up your own balls  I can still hear my mother shout..  "Hit the pig nigga, break your bigger brother out"  I got a message for the warden  I'm comin for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gorden  We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y'all  A crazy motherfucker makin death calls  Just bring me my brother and we leavin  For every minute you stall, one of y'all bleedin..  They brought my brother in a jiffy  I took a cop, just in case things got tricky  And just as we was walkin out (BANG!)  I caught a bullet in the head, the screams never left my mouth  My brother caught a bullet too  I think he gon' pull through, he deserve to  The fast life ain't everything they told ya  Never get much older, following the tracks of a soulja    [Chorus]    [Chorus: softly in background 0.5X]    ['Pac speaking over background]  Straight soulja, 1993, and forward..