| Song | Playaz Dedication |
| Artist | Rappin' 4-Tay |
| Album | 4 Tha Hard Way |
| 作词 : Forté | |
| (feat. 2Pac) | |
| [Intro: Sway Of Kmel interviewing 2Pac] | |
| [Sway (2Pac)] | |
| A yo Pac, you work, you gave a lot of love back to uh, some Bay Area artists | |
| Like E-40, 4-Tay (yup), you know, Dru Down, and the whole crew | |
| Talk about what made you decide to work with them | |
| [2Pac] | |
| Because I can't always be in the Bay | |
| And I know how the Bay is | |
| The Bay is tight people, man | |
| If you ain't there, they gone talk about you | |
| So I want them to know, I love you, I feel you, I'm representing for you | |
| So I know I got a certain amount of acclaim and everything | |
| So I bring the Bay with me, and 4-Tay, he always been raw to me | |
| And I like his style, when I was in jail, I used to listen to his stuff | |
| So when I got out, we clicked, we did the song | |
| Now he in jail, now I got to do what he did for me | |
| When I was in jail, he used to send out shout outs | |
| And say how he support me and everything | |
| Now I support 4-Tay, everybody pray for him and send letters | |
| I hope the brother get out of jail soon as possible and get back to his shit | |
| Because you know it's a struggle for every young black man | |
| 4-Tay, you know how it is, only God can judge | |
| [Verse 1: Rappin' 4-Tay] | |
| I ain't trying to make you feel all down and bitter | |
| This is for my dog, about to pour me out a little liquor | |
| Could of swam in the tears shedded in the Bay | |
| Try to hold it in, couldn't help but cry all day | |
| I'm stressing, please with my rap, hopefully it's working | |
| Because when your folks leave this earth, man, that shit be hurting | |
| Emotional traumas, enough to make you lose your ground | |
| No matter what happen, just represent and put it down | |
| I feel I owe this to the real g's across the nation | |
| Not just the R.I.P., a player's type of dedication | |
| What's rap without the game, gangsters, and villains | |
| My fears of this calls me on got to make a killing | |
| Because my voices is saying things that I ain't ever heard of | |
| And just because of that, a nigga wants to plot a murder? | |
| But I got something for them suckers who intend to rush me | |
| Part two, and only God can judge me | |
| [Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay] | |
| From the ghetto to the pen, can you comprehend? | |
| And all the real players, pour out some Hen | |
| This my dedication to a million soldiers | |
| May you rest in peace, this coming from the Forte | |
| From the ghetto to the pen, can you comprehend? | |
| And all the real players, pour out some Hen | |
| This my dedication, my nigga 2Pac | |
| And you can best believe - that it wont stop, uh | |
| [Verse 2: Rappin' 4-Tay] | |
| You should've known that I'd be coming back, especially after | |
| All the drama that done happened, got to holler at you | |
| Coolio hot and the Together Brothers kicked the game | |
| But things done got so out of hand that we can't even sing | |
| This ain't a sad song, man this some real shit | |
| Go to clubs and chop up game, who pump that rough shit? | |
| Wish I could bring you all back from heaven but I can't | |
| Sometimes I reminisce and down a whole fifth of drink | |
| But the least I could do is stay on the hit list | |
| Despite the controversy, put it down and shift the gift | |
| Life goes on just like a show goes on | |
| The player haters roll on, but man we oh so strong | |
| Wish I could bring you back through the time | |
| So we could spit some rhymes, and show them busters how players recline | |
| So took the deepest feelings in the heart, and when the drama starts | |
| Just ask yourself who was down from the very start | |
| [Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay] | |
| [Verse 3: Rappin' 4-Tay] | |
| Things just ain't the way they used to be | |
| It seems the more money you stack, the more retracted enemies | |
| First round draft pick, millions for baskets | |
| Jealousy and envy results to nothing but caskets | |
| And it's a cold thing for a black man | |
| He clocking more than you clock, so you let that 9' rain? | |
| True enough there's a lot of drama in a ghetto story | |
| And a lot of tears, but that comes with the territory | |
| That's why you got to keep the game on the shelf | |
| And by all means, look out for your legitimate work | |
| So let me put you up on the scoop, because suckers like to swoop | |
| Before you know it you got caught up in the pimping | |
| And ain't nothing you can do to pay the price | |
| Like innocent people I know with 25 to life | |
| It's got me caught up, stuck, trapped in a corner | |
| But it's Westside for life, I'm representing California | |
| [Chorus x3: Rappin' 4-Tay w/ minor variations] | |
| [Outro: Rappin' 4-Tay] | |
| And anybody who lost a loved one | |
| Rappin' 4-Tay and Rag Top | |
| We too willing not to feel you | |
| May you rest in peace | |
| My dedication |
| zuò cí : Forté | |
| feat. 2Pac | |
| Intro: Sway Of Kmel interviewing 2Pac | |
| Sway 2Pac | |
| A yo Pac, you work, you gave a lot of love back to uh, some Bay Area artists | |
| Like E40, 4Tay yup, you know, Dru Down, and the whole crew | |
| Talk about what made you decide to work with them | |
| [2Pac] | |
| Because I can' t always be in the Bay | |
| And I know how the Bay is | |
| The Bay is tight people, man | |
| If you ain' t there, they gone talk about you | |
| So I want them to know, I love you, I feel you, I' m representing for you | |
| So I know I got a certain amount of acclaim and everything | |
| So I bring the Bay with me, and 4Tay, he always been raw to me | |
| And I like his style, when I was in jail, I used to listen to his stuff | |
| So when I got out, we clicked, we did the song | |
| Now he in jail, now I got to do what he did for me | |
| When I was in jail, he used to send out shout outs | |
| And say how he support me and everything | |
| Now I support 4Tay, everybody pray for him and send letters | |
| I hope the brother get out of jail soon as possible and get back to his shit | |
| Because you know it' s a struggle for every young black man | |
| 4Tay, you know how it is, only God can judge | |
| Verse 1: Rappin' 4Tay | |
| I ain' t trying to make you feel all down and bitter | |
| This is for my dog, about to pour me out a little liquor | |
| Could of swam in the tears shedded in the Bay | |
| Try to hold it in, couldn' t help but cry all day | |
| I' m stressing, please with my rap, hopefully it' s working | |
| Because when your folks leave this earth, man, that shit be hurting | |
| Emotional traumas, enough to make you lose your ground | |
| No matter what happen, just represent and put it down | |
| I feel I owe this to the real g' s across the nation | |
| Not just the R. I. P., a player' s type of dedication | |
| What' s rap without the game, gangsters, and villains | |
| My fears of this calls me on got to make a killing | |
| Because my voices is saying things that I ain' t ever heard of | |
| And just because of that, a nigga wants to plot a murder? | |
| But I got something for them suckers who intend to rush me | |
| Part two, and only God can judge me | |
| Chorus: Rappin' 4Tay | |
| From the ghetto to the pen, can you comprehend? | |
| And all the real players, pour out some Hen | |
| This my dedication to a million soldiers | |
| May you rest in peace, this coming from the Forte | |
| From the ghetto to the pen, can you comprehend? | |
| And all the real players, pour out some Hen | |
| This my dedication, my nigga 2Pac | |
| And you can best believe that it wont stop, uh | |
| Verse 2: Rappin' 4Tay | |
| You should' ve known that I' d be coming back, especially after | |
| All the drama that done happened, got to holler at you | |
| Coolio hot and the Together Brothers kicked the game | |
| But things done got so out of hand that we can' t even sing | |
| This ain' t a sad song, man this some real shit | |
| Go to clubs and chop up game, who pump that rough shit? | |
| Wish I could bring you all back from heaven but I can' t | |
| Sometimes I reminisce and down a whole fifth of drink | |
| But the least I could do is stay on the hit list | |
| Despite the controversy, put it down and shift the gift | |
| Life goes on just like a show goes on | |
| The player haters roll on, but man we oh so strong | |
| Wish I could bring you back through the time | |
| So we could spit some rhymes, and show them busters how players recline | |
| So took the deepest feelings in the heart, and when the drama starts | |
| Just ask yourself who was down from the very start | |
| Chorus: Rappin' 4Tay | |
| Verse 3: Rappin' 4Tay | |
| Things just ain' t the way they used to be | |
| It seems the more money you stack, the more retracted enemies | |
| First round draft pick, millions for baskets | |
| Jealousy and envy results to nothing but caskets | |
| And it' s a cold thing for a black man | |
| He clocking more than you clock, so you let that 9' rain? | |
| True enough there' s a lot of drama in a ghetto story | |
| And a lot of tears, but that comes with the territory | |
| That' s why you got to keep the game on the shelf | |
| And by all means, look out for your legitimate work | |
| So let me put you up on the scoop, because suckers like to swoop | |
| Before you know it you got caught up in the pimping | |
| And ain' t nothing you can do to pay the price | |
| Like innocent people I know with 25 to life | |
| It' s got me caught up, stuck, trapped in a corner | |
| But it' s Westside for life, I' m representing California | |
| Chorus x3: Rappin' 4Tay w minor variations | |
| Outro: Rappin' 4Tay | |
| And anybody who lost a loved one | |
| Rappin' 4Tay and Rag Top | |
| We too willing not to feel you | |
| May you rest in peace | |
| My dedication |