Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
 I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed
 Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be
 Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank
 Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank
 Shooting craps in the alley til they chased us off
 Pour a little for my homies but don't waste it all
 Oooohweee, who popped that coochie best?
 On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
 Having house parties in a crowded spot
 And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot
 Everybody wanna dance when the slow jam come
 Lookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance to hump
 Straight grindin, everybody havin fun
 And it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun
 Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over
 He had to act a fool now the party's over
 Gun shots rang like it's thunder
 And everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a number
 Says she got a man but she's lying
 Why? I seen her talking to this other guy and..
 he's a dealer so you know she gonna sweat him
 I ain't trippin I just hope he get em, I got nuttin but love
 *chorus*
 [singers] Ain't got nuttin but love for ya
 [2Pac] I'm down for yours, nuttin but love
 (repeat 4X)
 I love to go back, to the block I got my game from
 Cause uh, old man still drinkin, his breath still stinkin
 He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin
 But I can't diss him he's my elder
 He been livin here longer what that tell ya?
 And little girls playin double dutch
 Still blush, cause she don't get in trouble much
 It's uhh, ponytails and barrettes
 I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set
 And little boys playin stick ball, quick y'all


 Get out the street before they hit y'all
 And as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss
 And wonder how we came to this
 I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free
 I can't take what she offers me
 And this is how the world could be
 This is how the world should be
 Feels good to be back on the streets
 Cause I know they got love for me, nuttin but love
 *chorus*
 When I was young I used to want to be a dealer see
 Cause the gold and cars they appealed to me
 I saw our brothers getting rich slangin crack to folks
 And the square's getting big for these sack of dope
 Started thinking bout a plan to get paid myself
 So I made myself, raised myself
 Til the dealer on the block told me, "That ain't cool
 You ain't meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool"
 I got my game about women from a prostitute
 And way back used to rap on the block for loot
 I tryed to make my way legit, haha
 But it was hard, cause rhymes don't pay the rent
 And uhh, it was funny how I copped out
 I couldn't make it in school, so finally I dropped out
 My family on welfare
 I'm steady thinking, since don't nobody else care
 I'm out here on my own
 At least in jail I have a meal and I wouldn't be alone
 I'm feelin like a waste, tears rollin down my face
 Cause my life is filled with hate
 Until I looked around me
 I saw nothing but family, straight up down for me
 Panthers, Pimps, Pushers and Thugs
 Hey yo, that's my family tree, I got nuttin but love
 *chorus repeats for a while w/o 2Pac*
 Oaktown -- [singers] ain't got nuttin but love for ya
 ain't got nuttin but love for ya (repeats to fade