2Pac : They say pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols Plottin' on murderin' motherfuckers before they get you Picturin' pitiful punk niggas coppin' pleas Puffin' weed as i position myself to clock gs My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never the witness to wicked shit that they was facin' Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin' the playa-hatin tricks, while hittin switches Bitches is badmouthin', cuz ballin' motherfuckers is bold But trust me holms, the game should be sold Sick of pscyhotic society, somebody save me Addicted to drama, so even mama couldn't raise me Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me I run in the streets and puffin' weed with my peeps I'm duckin' the cops, i hit the weed as i'm clutchin' my glock Niggas is hot when i hit the block, but if i die tonite