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!!
 Verse 1
 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
 These,
 Chorus
 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
 These,
 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
 Verse 2
 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
 These,
 Chorus
 Verse 3
 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 (biotch)
 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
 These,
 Chorus 'til end with ad libs