[Intro: 2Pac Interview]
So okay, you want to see some macho sh**? I'm the most macho n***a out here. I thought you n***as knew, I'm the most thuggish n***a out here. I have no mothaf**in' fear� I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, and I will do anything to protect and feed my family
[Verse 1]
First off, f**ed your b**h n***a get a blood test
You a upset n***a, where the love at?
When we talking 'bout Philly know I f**ing run that
Same place I've been up corners you can never come back
You fraud n***a, ball like I'm Chrissy Paul n***a
I cross n***as, when you hate it cause you lost n***a
You soft n***a, then you disrespect a boss, n***a
You dissin' to get you on, that'll get you off n***a
Broad n***a, and you was screamin' "come to my hotel"
n***a, we was slingin work out the motel!
No scale, Barry Reese, I know you so well
I caught your chick, I pulled that b**h like she a coat tail
Let's keep it trilla, you ain't never make a dope sale
You ain't never played that corner--make a coke sale
On a late night, swimmin with the great whites
You was rockin' durags - big T's fake Mike's
Boy you had a wild week, shoppin' on Can*l Street
Same place you bought your fake chain and your time-piece
How we gon' believe you? n***a I should lead you!
Talkin' "PC" that was never Beanie Sigel!
That was never ME, why you lying to the people?
I was locked down, still doing sh** illegal
Running around in jail like: I ain't give a hell when
You was on PC locking it with males
[Interlude]
And I ain't got time for this sh**, let me get another one
[Verse 2]
23 and 1 never get to see the sun
Had to get a gla** visit just so you could see your son
Took a deal on your homie, cause you couldn't beat the gun
They was tryna give you life, man you know that wasn't right
Then you left him in the hood, on his head he had a price
You ain't even give a call, other n***as shot him twice
n***as trynna get a buzz off my name for some likes
Dead rapper, I'm at you, I'mma give you one tonight
Ca**idy, boy you so trash to me
Do the math I dissed you, that's subtract to me
You ain't poppin, what the f** could you add to me
You just another dead body, another casualty
I'm in the streets, so I do this beat casually
And I ain't even write this sh**, why you mad at me?
Cause you nursery rhyming, flow perfectly timing
And I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston that Swizzy designed
Now beat it, I know you're heated but I know you need it
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it, n***a I know you see it
They play piano at your viewing, let Alicia key it
I asked Swizzy "could she do it?" he said "n***a, beat it"
Swizz don't f** with you, Melo didn't either
You f**ed that check up, you bit the hand that feed you
And you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeper
Hold up, let's switch the beat so I can spit some Ether
[Interlude]
Oh sh**!
You purple dickie wearing durag
Over sized fitted, fake Air 1 wearing n***a
[Verse 3]
I say, come on with your soft a**, all you n***as all trash
Couldn't bet a 100 grand, n***a that's a small tab
I'mma hit him where it hurts, this gon' make his dog mad
This verse gon' hit this n***a harder than that car crash
That you should've died in, I'm mad that you survived it
But I came to murder you and have you scuba diving
Swimming with the fishes, all you n***as is b**hes
Dick riders knocking on the wood, superstitious
Pause that, I'm all that, I'm really in the trenches
And when I see you n***a I'mma have you jumping fences
Cutting through the alleys, you must be on the molly
Sniffing all that white sh** and f**ing with that Bobby
Come to your hotel and meet you in the lobby
Just to Worldstar you and do you just like
Tommy Hearns did Martin, I burn in the Martin
That Aston when I start it like a lion when its roaring
Boy you lying, you ain't touring, you can't even get a show
sh** you like a pound of reggie, they can get you for the low
And I'm like a brick of Diesel, it cost 60 for the flow
You ain't a gangsta, you a wa*ksta, n***a 50 even know
[Verse 4]
You say you a gangsta but you never pop nothing
And you locked your homie out when you heard the cops coming
Rapping for a longtime, n***a you ain't got nothing
You ain't wanna battle Mook neither, n***a stop fronting
Damn homie, in high school you was the man homie
f** happened to you?
You had a doghouse with a doghouse in the backyard
Now you living in a doghouse in the backyard
n***a I was broke then, now I got Black Card
Your career maxed out, you're sh** like mac card
Easy n***a, I talk greasy n***a
And I'mma stunt on Instagram just to tease you, n***a
[Outro]
Couple months we at the funeral
I swear to God that sh** was beautiful
Five x t's, durag's, the usual
Your mama screaming like "Ca**idy what they do to you"
And this sh** called "Kendrick You Next"
I'm just on some sh** this time, everybody get it
You say my name, I give you a thousand
Just that simple...
Mick Milly enough with that [?]