[DJ:] Exclusive, this is that new 2pac!



[People in the club cheer]



[Beat starts]



[Verse 1:]

Listen close, as life turns its pages

Makaveli here, kickin' rhymes for the ages

Seen things on stages, wise words spoken by sages

From SkyTel to BlackBerry pages

Your crew don't phase us, we'll make you bustas pay us

Run up in your spot like CJ from San Andreas



[Chorus:]

I wrote this song a long time ago

A real long time ago

Feel me!!!

I wrote this song a long time ago

It was the dopest song I ever wrote... in '94!!



[Verse 2:]

What can a nigga do, when half the people voted for George W.

It's a bitch, Fuck George W. - can't be true -

I wanna choke him, because he's a snitch

I'm talking about George W. Smith

From city council, he ran in '93

Out in Oakland... you probably didn't hear about him



[Chorus:]

I wrote this song a long time ago

A real long time ago

Way before Slim Shady was in demand

Way before we dropped baloney on Afghanistan

I wrote this song in '94



[Verse 3:]

How am I doin' this?!?

Look around the club, see everyone in the place

Showing 'Pac love got a smile on my face

The girl in the miniskirt has bad taste

Because her shirt don't match

And there's a puddin' stain on the back

What the fuck is that?

It might be DOO-DOOO!



And you in the back, you ain't shit

You bought a gin and tonic but you didn't even tip

And if you hit the table one more time then the record might skip-might skip...

I told you, stop hittin' the table.



Tupac Shakur,

I wrote this rhyme in 1994

I'm not alive!!!

Thug life!!!

...Dave Chappelle, that ain't your wife

A married man, you've got two kids

...Go home!!!



I wrote this song a long time ago

A real long time ago

Way before Beanie Sigel had to do a bid

Way before Dave Chappelle had two kids

No friends, and no future.



[DJ:] 2pac, Rest In Peace...



Okay, I will!!!