[Verse 1 – XXXTENTACION]
You ever seen a n***a hung with a gold chain?
I’d rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but n***as like the task force
Mobbin’ on the streets and robbin’ stores in ski masks, bruh
n***as ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
‘Cause it’s a game of cat and mouse and you gon’ bleed silent
What’s the justice in sayin’ f** it and grab the pump?
Then k** a woman with many children makes you a chump
Look at all the stores you wreckin’, n***a I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But yo, you’d rather hear me say, “f** black prejudice!”
“Let’s murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!”
Views and etcetera, knives thrown
Damage ’em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
I won’t dare say that you should stop the f**in’ ignorance
Murder ops, k**in’ sh**, I’d enjoy the thrill of it
Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin’ ’em
Auction ’em, don’t you bark at ’em
Murder ’em, never heard of ’em
[Verse 2 – Notorious B.I.G.]
Now I’m thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream
On the drug scene, f** a football team:
Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearing the coach scream ain’t my lifetime dream!
I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn’t show up, it f**ed my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the d** on the shelf? Nah, couldn’t see it
Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated–kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
[Verse 3 – 2Pac]
God bless the dead and buried, n***a, don’t worry
If you see God first, tell him sh** got worse
I ain’t mad, I know you representin’ the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
f** the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin’ sh** don’t stop, n***a, no pity
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin’ motherf**ers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin’, never meant to do time
My epitaph will read “was the last of G’s”
Kicked the sh** to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead