(feat. Tupac and Freddie Foxxx) 



Fam Base 

All my thugs say 



[Verse 1: 2Pac] 

Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks 

I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches 

I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do 

Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew 

A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box 

You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx 

And I, You really don't want none from Pac 

Cause I'll be strapped wit a glock 

And throw thangs like I'm born to box 

I'll hit this motherfuckin gin then I'll be all in 

Hell yeah, Young niggaz straight ballin 

And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 185 

And I'm high 'til I fuckin die 

Thug life in this motherfucker catchin wreck 

Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set 

But now I'm full cause I'm tipsy and I filla 

Nigga tryin to see if I'm a killa 

Cmon 



[Chorus:] 

If my pain don't speak my story, If these words don't speak my soul 

If my struggle be the legacy, In this world if I let go 

Is it the only thing that's constant is a change that's overdue? 

If they fault me for my attitude, I'm just tryin to make it through 



[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx] 

It's Bump Knucks from the underground still full of rage 

Rhymes, I write 'em in blood, They spill through the page 

I been on my lelow, Time is layin in the cut 

Waitin for feds and snitches to move, Nigga what? 

I'm a smooth nigga but, I'm extra deadly 

I'm 45 minutes of gangster medley's 

I'm a crook, You the heart beat, Master the theft 

Steal everything but air, I won't take ya breath 

Y'all know, The 3 pound 7 cali revolve 

Got a murder to solve, My heart was involved 

I'm a thug nigga, I still say fuck a label 

Fuck wit ray, And nigga you will duck a table 

Corrupt mob, Nigga we bounce from the jake's 

Tryin to turn into key's, The ounces we take 

I'm a lock men, Dimin, Rhymin godzilla 

Wit the calico's cocked, You fuckin wit a killa 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 3: Benzino] 

Don't you ever think for a minute I wasn't comin back 

Makaveli would never be on a Shady track 

How could you ever insinuate the inprobable? 

The number 1 rapper alive? How is it possible? 

Runnin through these industry niggaz like I was Ray Lewis 

Never scurred to press on the trigger because I been through it 

Tryin to keep me from flyin, They gonna let you do it 

Only thing that kept me from dyin is makin rap music 

Tell me what you hidin for, Was it miami on memorial day? 

Up in the all-star in La, Super bowl sunday 

We up in houston where niggaz like the gunplay 

And everybody's shootin, I'm a universal hood nigga, Me and Bumpy put it down 

Wit Makaveli, These niggaz wasn't even around 

What's the difference between ya niggaz and mine? 

We was up in the studio wit the realist of all time 



[Chorus]