[Intro: 2pac]
Where the f** do these n***as live where all this sh** be goin' down?
You want to know how I did this sh**? You want to know how real my sh** is?
n***a, go read the mothaf**in' newspaper, you trick-a** n***a
[Verse 1: 2pac]
How many broke-down rappers got some sh** to say?
I sit and strategize, in due time, them b**hes pay
Plus all day, I puff weed till my eyes bleed red
Undercover tactics, leave my enemies dead
Check this, I know you n***as got no love for me
But how the f** your whole clique turn to thugs, homie?
Like misdemeanors, it's a small thang
You n***as ain't ready for war, let my balls hang
Bust it, I took apart your whole crew, lack heart, I ain't concerned
I bust at Bad Boy, Mobb Deep and murder The Firm
When you scream "Fake thugs," who the f** you mean?
Get more cream than all of y'all, n***a, f** your team
Now Dre want to switch sides, tricks hide in war
Last year, I shed tears, but I don't cry no more
Plus Jay-Z tried to play me, won't last long
Go ask King Sun how it feel to have your a** gone
Listen Doo-Wop, don't get your sh** knocked, you can't win
Tell 'em all to let the games begin, we havin' war games
Yeah n***a, y'all n***as can't fade this sh**
Got shot 5 times, got out of jail on bail
And sold 5 million
[Hook: 2pac]
I'm a self-made millionaire!
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the air
(Background while Chorus:
Sold more records then all you trick muthaf**az put together
More then the Firm, more then Bad Boy, murder Mobb Deep)
5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled (3x)
(3rd time parallel:) Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate (love to hate, love to hate)
[Verse 2:]
[? 4 different Rappers, but not 2Pac]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2pac]
First off, f** your b**h and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I f**ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, n***as f**ed for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-a** b**hes
We keep on coming while we running for your j**els
Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you
Cut your young a** up, leave you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim, don't f** around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly a** off the streets
So f** peace
I'll let them n***as know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride the night
Bad Boys murdered on wax and k**ed
f** with me and get your caps peeled
You know
[Hook]
[Outro: 2pac]
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