now tasting the rock Thinking of Pac and Yak So we mash blinded Gonna be Hell 4 a Hustla Till the gats find me And you can ask 1-2 He used to be on new
, plus Cuba, L-A to V-A and even Vancouver. Hey yo, I be the Young N-O to the B-L-E, last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z, And I'm still Dirty Jerz reppin, Outlawz
to god I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard A born terror, a rebel without a pause I never had a good christmas, so who is santa claus?
smirkin'. When I gets tha bourbon. So what. Go put some work in a nd make my mail makin' sells riskin 25 with a 'L', but oh well [chorus] [Tupac:]
LL] Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who was the man before 'Pac and Biggie Smalls No disrespect, but y'all know how I ball The L L C O O L J, what's my
it off the internet, and bump it outside nigga, we keeping it live, we keeping it live we keeping it live, we keeping it live burn it off the fucking
PUMP TOO MANY TREES SO IS STAND OUT LIKE A WHITE COP IN HARLEM WITH TWO RUSTY ALMIES THAT'S WHAT I CALL THEM I'M A GIANT IN A FIELD OF MICE WE CALL
gives a damn 'cause when you gone, ain't no coming back To my homies that dead and gone 2 stones, label me a thug like Pac 'Cause I done got the world
revolution, I live it What you think cause you fake everyone else is a gimmick? Jealous bickering, industry slaves, the nerve of you Like a child prostitute born into a
cold February, with a thin sweater I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta Don't put niggaz in the same sink
by a L.A. bitch And I can't forget My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted Thermals under that Pelle shit I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A
survive in tha nine-tre I make crime pay I was in crime pay Whatever it takes to make a stand Cause nobody else'l give a damn So we live like caged beasts
[Chorus: repeat 2X] How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never
be carried by 6. that's why its... Chorus x2 Verse 2 (master p) Picture me rollin, rest in peace pac I'm ridin in my 500 s-e-l strapped with my plastic
it, push or pull 2Pac was ridin' me on a mechanical bull It's all I think about, when I be puffin' on a blunt Plus I give head like a Shaolin Monk All
papers Only the illest beats leak asbsurdly out the boombox The daytripper anthem goes: "Wake. Drop. Walk to Aquarium." Whistle while you work like a canary lung All work and no play makes Jack a
my own closet now thats a starter I wear my own kicks with a wicked jump shot I be the B.I.G. and the only 2 pac I cant forget big pun and the nigger
life of a Westside player where cowards die, and the strong ball Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies