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    Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit
    that nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York
    That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
    Yo nigga man fuck Pac that nigga West Coast
    that fucker that always with them New York niggas
    seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West Coast
    Man fuck Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down
    rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga
    fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
    and fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga

    2Pac- (overlapping)
    I'm in this muthafucka
    I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right
    I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York
    and I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?
    Fuck e'rybody

    Heh heh heh...
    Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the air
    If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop
    I want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this one
    We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style
    You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G
    We ain't dead yet, feel me!!

    I got my Hennessy find ya foes
    in a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes
    I'm getting high off buddha
    'Cause the times be slow
    I keep my mind on dough
    you never find me broke
    and who meee a nigga livin' life like a G
    in that artillery keepin' niggas off of me
    I can't sleep living in these wicked times
    peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat
    You can holler if you want to pleeease
    I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee
    enemies and my range is on
    you're in the danger zone
    my fuckin' game is strong, Hotline
    You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
    from hustling and busting them rhymes
    to my niggas up in Quentin
    Down on Riker's Isle stay rile
    But a nigga gotta use his styles

    Niggas don't know my style
    quick to smile juvenile
    Was a problem child
    try to put me in the courts
    But my force was wild
    Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style
    Niggas don't know my style
    quick to smile juvenile
    Was a problem child
    try to put me in the courts
    But my force was wild
    Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

    I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
    it's like they stuck
    from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time
    my mind's full of thoughts of ends
    I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
    My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
    cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide
    My mama cried when they took me off to jail
    only me inside the cell
    Straight locked up in this hell
    I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside
    will 'em away in the morning
    Only the strong survive
    I cry but in my own way
    Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide
    from all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace)
    cemetary full of brothers I buried
    It's going down even now I wonder
    will I still be around my hometown is the gutter
    I was born a wild came up out this dust
    with my heartless style


    I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin'
    to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits
    and even though I had habit makin' words rhyme
    I was caught up in the madness
    Juvenile thugs come on
    I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
    Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
    and Pete and Lee young G's
    with a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers
    who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking
    No school straight hookin'
    and tryin' to get with light skinned
    cause she good looking
    And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying
    call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biatch)
    I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck
    I had to move around a lot
    'cause my moms was stuck
    I had family but I was way too wild
    had to move to the West to regain my style

    (Chorus till fade...)

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